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CHAPTER 82 THE TRUTH OF THE SEALING OF THE TUBES

Shen Jingyang gave a gratified smile as he thanked Yu Yin for her support towards his decision and decision. At this moment, a cold wind blew through the dense forest, stirring up a wave of dead twigs and fallen leaves, blowing away their hair and clothes. Shen Jingyang tightly held Yu Yin's hand, as if he was holding her hand in the blizzard of the Great Sea. He was full of love and care.

Yuyin enjoyed this moment very much. She liked Shen Jingyang holding his hand as they walked through the snow, the swamp, the thick branches, the muddy ground, the mountains, the valleys, and the mountains. She felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She admired Shen's courage, decisiveness and boldness. She believed that Shen did not do any less than twelve jars in four cities in one capital. She thought of all the things they had experienced together over the years, from bickering to tolerance to not leaving each other, no matter how many hardships they had experienced, they had always been together. In this cold and cruel world, it was enough for them to have a warm person to live with them for the rest of their lives.

At this moment, the wind from the bamboo forest pierced through, mixing with the fine snow and falling leaves and scattering them down. Shen Jingyang raised his head to look at the cloudy sky above the bamboo forest. It was dark and damp, just like the time thirteen years ago when there was an incident in the bamboo forest.

As he got closer and closer to the scene of the tragedy, Shen Jingyang's heart thumped incessantly. He felt slightly nervous when he returned to the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest, just like the time when he had first set foot in the bamboo forest. Because it was here that his good brother, the fifth Hidden Spirit, was crowned as the murderer.

It was still this bamboo forest. It was already covered by light snow, and the thin layer of snow was covered with dried branches and withered leaves. It seemed that no one had set foot here in a long time. It was desolate and desolate.

"Sunshine, are you sure this is the place?" Yu Yin looked at the bloody leaves strewn all over the ground, as if she was unfamiliar with it. Perhaps it was because there were too few of them, but her impression of them was not deep. "Why do I feel that it doesn't look like it."

Shen Jingyang's eyes were filled with despair and determination. He muttered to himself, "This is the place. No matter how many years pass, no matter how much change happens here, I will always remember it. No one can make me forget about this place." That year, the cruel scene of the Six Realms forcing the fifth hidden spirit to commit suicide was still fresh in his mind. This crime scene had long been engraved in Shen Jingyang's mind.

The bamboo forest was desolate in winter. The bamboo leaves were withered and yellow, and only the dark green bamboo joint remained. It was still upright and vigorous, like a group of weathered old people silently recounting their past.

Yuyin did not say anything else. She looked around and stared at the bamboo forest, trying to remember if there was anything different. Unfortunately, other than the bamboo stalks that grew taller, she could not see anything out of the ordinary.

Shen Jingyang gently walked to the center of the bamboo forest. As he stepped on the snow and the soft, moist soil, he felt that the ground beneath his feet was extremely soft. This land was the place where blood flowed like a river from the corpses of the disciples of the Demon, Demon, Spirit, and Human Realms, and it was also the place where the fifth hidden spirit was actually used to be the murderer. It was just that once there was blood everywhere, but now there was only a thin layer of snow and the ground was yellow.

"Rising Sun, look," Yu You said with a surprised expression. Looking at the bamboo stalks, an expression of disbelief appeared on her face, "Why did this bamboo change so much?"

Following the direction Yu Yin was pointing at, Shen Zhongyang saw that the bamboo necks of a few stalks of bamboo were dark black. The black necks were the complete opposite of the surrounding dark green stalks of bamboo. Shen Jingyang walked over and squatted down to take a closer look at the few stalks of bamboo. He discovered that the dark colored neck of bamboo was in the shape of a line or needle. Following the stalks of bamboo and looking at the surrounding stalks of bamboo, there were also a few stalks of bamboo that were of the same color.

Shen Jingyang furrowed his brows, a deep look in his eyes, and a sharp gaze. In his mind, he saw the scene of the ghost spirit and the crowd brandishing their swords and sabers. His movements were fast and his moves were vicious. The scene of a fierce battle between a hidden spirit and the shadow of an undead appeared once again in his mind, and the attack of the shadow of the undead, carrying a baleful aura, shattered and fell onto the bamboo, leaves, and ground.

The attack from the ghost shadow's baleful sword qi! Yes, that must be it! Shen Jingyang's eyes widened as he suddenly thought of the answer. He strode towards the dark bamboo neck and gently touched it with his hand, feeling its strange texture and texture. The rough touch, the deformed appearance of the bamboo, further confirmed his guess.

"So this was caused by the murderous aura of the black shadow of the undead." A look of pleasant surprise appeared on Shen Xiangyang's face. He had finally solved this mystery, "Such a strange and vicious technique, just who was it that used it?"

Jade Concealed asked in puzzlement: "Even if it was caused by the baleful aura, why is it that after thirteen years, the imprint still hasn't dissipated?"

Shen Jingyang said, "You might not know this, but this infernal energy is the most evil and poisonous aura in the entire Six Realms. Any object that is struck by this infernal energy will have their body corroded, and any weight would instantly rot and die. He then pointed at the dark black imprint on his bamboo neck. "Just like these dark black imprints, they must have been caused by the murderous aura. That's why I can't retreat."

Since there were these black marks, there must be other clues! Shen Jingyang carefully examined the other bamboos in the forest. Waves of cold wind blew over the forest, causing the bamboo to sway and make creaking noises.

Yu Yin continued, "What else could it be? After the tragedy, who knows how many people came here to investigate. Even if there was evidence, they had already found it. Plus, 13 years have passed, and the evidence has already been destroyed."

However, Shen Yushi did not believe this. He wanted to carefully examine it again. Compared to the conjectures, doubts and deductions of the crowd, he believed more in his own eyes. Sure enough, a thick and sturdy bamboo caught his attention. He saw that the bamboo was dark green and had neat bamboo joints, but one of the bamboo's surface was yellow and wrinkled tightly. It was out of place with the entire bamboo and appeared extremely eye-catching. He extended his hand and gently touched that ancient bamboo, but he felt that the surface of the bamboo was as warm as jade. It was definitely not the sort of warmth that a cold winter like this should have.

He stared at the bamboo in a daze, his eyes filled with suspicion. Suddenly, he moved his finger and changed it into a hard and sharp palm. With a "pa" sound, the bamboo was split open and the entire thick bamboo fell down with a "hualala" sound.

Astonishingly, a piece of black cloth could be seen from the bamboo split. In this narrow space, the piece of black cloth was completely preserved. However, the cloth was old and it seemed to be slightly faded. As the bamboo split open, the corner of his clothes fell to the ground from the narrow and broken bamboo. Shen Jingyang gently picked up the corner of his black robe. It was an unusual piece of cloth. The cloth was fine and silky, making it feel soft and light. It didn't seem like it was made by humans. When he looked at the bamboo that he had split apart, he realized that there was a blurry cut on the broken texture, as if it had been cut open by someone in a flash and then quickly closed again. The only person who could use this kind of Swift Wind Sword Technique was Yang Mingfei who had suffered a tragic death in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest. Her Immortal World Sword Technique had always been swift in obtaining victory.

The dark bamboo neck, the torn pieces of black cloth on the corner of his clothes, Shen Jingyang could only feel that he was getting closer to the truth of the tragedy. If it really was Yang Mingfei who sealed this black robe, then what did she mean by this? Could it be that during the fierce battle, she had discovered the real murderer and sealed the answer here at the end, leaving a clue for her descendants?

Shen Jingyang stared blankly at the black clothes in his hands, his thoughts running amok. This black clothes must be hiding an unspeakable secret, it might be the key to unlocking the truth behind the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest's enchantment tragedy. However, he still didn't have any clues, so he needed to quietly ponder on it.

"A strange, cold wind blew, sweeping away the snow and the dead leaves on the ground." Is someone coming? " Shen Huanyang alertly said to Yuyin in a low voice, as he beckoned for Yuyin to come to his side.

He felt a strange movement in the bamboo forest, as if he felt something abnormal. His ears were focused on the slightest sound, and his eyes were scanning every dark corner. His hand gripped the Jade Annulus tightly, as if a danger was approaching stealthily.

Suddenly, the sound of clothes tearing through the air pierced through the quiet bamboo forest. Before Shen Yushi could even detect the source of the sound, the shadow of the undead had already descended from the forest above.

"Yuyin, get out of the way!" Shen Tianyang pushed Yu Yin away. Yu Yin's body was like a flying leaf as she gently fell onto the soft mud a few meters away. With a sudden turn of his body, the cold light of the sword pierced through the air. The black shadow had already descended down to the ground.

Before Shen Jingyang could react, the shadow undead quickly pulled out a sword ray and turned around, thrusting towards his chest. The sword's strength was vague, but it was swift and ferocious, like a dragon that was frightened out of its wits. All of the moves that Shen Jingyang practiced were pure yang style, so he used all of his strength to pull out the hidden bow hanging from his shoulder, and went straight up to face the incoming attack.

With an explosive "Boom!", the black shadow's sword light collided with Shen Jingyang's Dark Hidden Bow. It was as fierce as fire encountering cold ice, and the resulting explosion sent both of them flying several meters away.

Shen Jingyang's eyes shot out a sharp ray of light and he carefully sized up the strange shadow in front of him. He was dressed entirely in black and wore a bamboo hat on his head. He only had a pair of vicious eyes left. The sword in his hand was not a sword used in the mortal world. It was just like an ordinary sword. That's right, in their hands, swords were only weapons used to kill people. They were not precious in any way. This must be the Undead Shadow mentioned by the fifth hidden spirit back then. Today, he must be captured alive!

Apart from the vicious glint in the black shadow's eyes, there was nothing else but emptiness. It was like the eyes of a dead person, devoid of any luster or color.

Yu Yin, who was standing far away, looked at the evil Undead Shadow and trembled all over. She was not sure if Shen Jingyang could defeat it, so she shouted loudly, "Someone, come! "Save me …" The sound of the call spread through the vast bamboo forest.

The black shadow was startled by Yuyin's voice and looked at her fiercely in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, he stretched out his palm and flew towards Yuyin. Seeing this, Shen Jingyang hurriedly tried his best to fly over, but was unable to keep up with the black shadow's swift figure and footsteps. Seeing the black shadow slashing out with his palm, Shen Jingyang hurriedly gathered his internal energy and pulled the bowstring, shooting out with a "sou" sound.

Under the support of the Dark Concealment Bow, the inner strength was actually several times faster than the black shadow's speed. Like a bolt of lightning, it struck the black shadow from the side. The black shadow's body flew diagonally. In the time it took for a spark to fly, only a small part of the palm in his hand struck at Yu Yin.

"Jade Concealment!" Shen Jingyang shouted as he flew over. Yu Yin was injured by the palm shadows, and her body took a few steps back. She vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted on the ground. Shen Jingyang flew over to her side and used his fingers to probe her body. Luckily, he only fainted.

Without waiting for Shen Jingyang to stand up, the black shadow once again thrusted out with the sword. Its strength was so swift that it had never been seen before. This sword speed, if it was known for its speed, Ning Anshi would be willing to admit defeat if he saw it. Shen Jingyang did not hesitate to gather his internal energy and pull his bowstring, shooting his internal energy toward the black shadow like a bow.

The black shadow dodged in time, but Shen Jingyang's arrow was faster than the other. The arrow was sharp and powerful, and the black shadow's attack was completely gone. He only had the strength to defend against the bow and arrow. Shen Jingyang took the opportunity to strike out with his palm, directly striking the black shadow in front of him. This time, the black shadow would have nowhere to dodge.

Just as this palm was about to land on the body of the shadow undead, a forceful palm attack was suddenly thrust out and intercepted the palm attack. Shen Jingyang looked over and saw that a man in black had appeared out of nowhere. The strength behind his palm was not the least bit inferior to his own. In fact, it was even more vigorous and vigorous than his own.

That black-clothed man continued to strike out more than a dozen times, each move was vicious, each attack aimed at the vital parts of his body. Shocked and unsettled, Shen Jingyang only had the strength to passively defend. He did not even have the strength to fight back. As his moves moved about, he flew back several dozen feet.

Compared to the black shadow of the undead, the black clothed man looked like a human. Although he was masked, his entire body was still considered normal.

The bamboo forest swayed in the cold wind. The leaves mixed with the snow fell down one by one, making the entire bamboo forest look desolate and forlorn.

The two of them stood opposite each other. Shen Yingyang thought to himself, although that black shadow was fast and nimble, he could still deal with it. This black shadow's moves are ruthless, definitely not ordinary. The two of them attacked from both sides, he was the weaker one, the stronger one.

Just as Shen Yushi expected, the two opponents attacked at the same time. The black shadow of the Undead attacked with its sword, while the black clothed man used a strange palm technique to attack its upper body. Shen Jingyang used his hidden bow to parry the incoming palm strike. Facing the blurry palm strike created by the black-clothed man, he suddenly felt that this palm strike was somewhat familiar.

Looking at the black clothed person's eyes, the light that shot out was vicious, spicy, cruel, and cold. Under his thin eyebrows was a murderous gaze that terrified others.

While he was in a trance, the Undead Shadow's stabs became even more frenzied. Shen Huanyang used the Dark Hidden Bow to block, and without the time to look around, the black clothed man pulled out his body and fiercely struck Shen Jingyang's chest with his palm. A blood-curdling screech sounded. Shen Jingyang's body was sent flying. In the instant that he was sent flying, he used all his strength to pull his bow and shoot out a stream of internal force, hitting the body of the shadow undead.

The black shadow took the attack from the Dark Bow Bow, let out a strange scream, and took a few steps back. The black clothed man turned around, his eyes glaring at it. The black shadow pounced at him again, this time without any physical pain, just an empty undead.

The black-clothed man and the black shadow walked over side by side, attacking Shen Jingyang who was already lying on the ground. Shen Jingyang used all his strength to pull his bow and fire. Suddenly, a loud shout came from the dense forest. The sound was like a wave of pine trees, penetrating through the dense bamboo forest. The three of them were shocked.

Before his voice had even died away, an old man with a beard and hair full of white appeared in the air, his body appearing in front of him like a flash of light. Without waiting for them to stop, he had already caught their scattered attacks. A deep inner force tightly sealed the two of them, preventing them from releasing even the slightest bit of killing intent.