C110 Candle Nine Yin

A cold chill attacked him from behind as he hastily turned his body to avoid the attack. A sharp wind swept past his ears and silently cut off a strand of his hair. He could clearly feel the viciousness in the wind around his sword. His body staggered as he barely managed to stabilize himself. He discovered that the skirt below his knees had already been torn. Although it was called torn, it was actually broken through by the baldy's vicious palm.

Even though he was unwilling to be outdone, he did not back down in the face of the pressure from the sword ruler's eyebrow. Even when he was still alive, he had inherited the power of his previous life, even though his cultivation was still at the top. However, because of his body's erratic movements, it was hard for his opponent to guard against him. Although the steel sword in his hand was stained with rust, as a weapon, it was not the least bit inferior to any divine weapons. His sword moves seemed to be disorderly and disorderly, without any specific movements, just like his floating figure that was hard to fathom. "Hua Hua", Ye Chen stabbed out a dozen times, and unexpectedly, the sword and the sword couldn't find any flaw.

"Stop! All of you, stop right now! With a deep growl, Uncle Fang stretched out his hand to signal for the two parties to stop. However, the two of them turned a deaf ear and continued to clash back and forth, sword moves and palm winds clashing together. Everyone was amazed. It turned out that the strength of the dead spirits were this amazing. They were actually able to fight several tens of strikes with the sword and ruler without losing out in the slightest.

At this time, Zhu Jiuyin's hands were no longer trembling, he tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor, and shouted majestically: "Insolent bastard! You dare to recklessly attack the devil ancestor!? " Zhu Jiuyin understood that the undead was still under the control of the incantation he had secretly cast. However, as Mu Sangqing cried out to him, the humanity in her heart was quickly resurrected. Although he tried his best to work in the dark, he could not suppress his human nature. With the awakening of the human nature of the dead spirits, he quickly recognized the sword and eyebrows that had always controlled him, which was why he started to fight fiercely.

Although both sides had exchanged blows on the rubble, due to their profound cultivation base, they formed a formless halo that prevented anyone from approaching them. The air fluctuated, and the solid debris on the ground was actually crushed. A crisp breaking sound rang out, and dust flew into the air. Gradually, the weak point of the Myriad Desolations' inner force began to appear. Soon, he was at a disadvantage, but the sword ruler's eyebrow did not stop, instead, he used an even sharper palm technique to push forward.

Seeing this, Uncle Fang frowned, his fists clenched tightly. The protector's heart skipped a beat as he gathered all the energy in his body and flew over. His body broke through the formless halo surrounding the two people, and he threw a punch towards them. He broke through their airtight attacks, and then he stood between them, pretending to want to stop the dispute.

Within the crowd, Yun Jiu Tang quietly watched the exchange between the Eternal Wither and the sword and sword. The strange movements and weird, unpredictable body of the Eternal Wither had caught Yun Jiu Tang's attention. In the depths of his mind, he still retained the memories of his previous life's fifth hidden spirit that he had obtained from the ancient jade mirror in the Awakening Court. In the memories of the tragedy in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest, there was a strange, undead shadow that was just like the one he had experienced since ancient times. Yun Jiuchang frowned as he searched through his memories. Why was the Eternal Desolation similar to the black shadow in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest?

Uncle Fang's persuasion allowed the fierce battle to quickly calm down, and the sword in his hand finally stopped.

"Why is the Chief of the Sword Realm so anxious?" Shen Jingyang expressed his dissatisfaction with the sword and brows as soon as he opened his mouth, "How can the Chief of the Sword Realm lower himself to fight against a junior so bravely?"

"Shen Jingyang, what is the meaning of this?" Li Fengxian hurriedly retorted, "Don't tell me that when the eternally dead spirits pierce us, the leader of the Sword World must stand still?"

"Alright, everyone, stop quarreling," Yin Bao Scroll quickly walked out and spread out her hands, "Stop hurting our relationship because of this matter."

At this moment, they only saw a withered corpse standing, its face ashen, its eyes devoid of life. The afterglow of the setting sun shined onto its body, causing it to radiate light in all directions, and it suddenly took on a human form.

Not far behind Eternal Wither, Candle Jiu Yin's body was trembling, the left hand hidden in her sleeves was secretly exerting force, and the Heart Mantra once again flew out, spreading to the soul of the Eternal Wither. Zhu Jiuyin glanced at the sword head, he was very clear on the sword head's expression. Thus, he quickly cast the Heart Mantra to its highest level.

Eternal Rest's body slightly trembled, and his hand that was holding onto the iron sword trembled, seemingly unable to control it. He let out a slight, strange, low moan. Obviously, he was resisting some kind of sudden emotion.

Zhu Jiuyin once again circulated all the internal energy in his body, condensing it in his left palm, transforming it into an unbreakable inner demon, converging it into a heart curse that was imperceptibly applied to the withering of ages.

The longsword shaped brows, Yin Bao, and the others were still continuing with their theories, while Yun Jiuchang, who was standing to the side, was once again focusing on the Eternal Wither. Seeing the painful expression on his face and the trembling of his body, Yun Jiu Tang felt very strange, and thought to himself, could it be that he was controlled by some sort of will?

Suddenly, an "Ah …" came from the withered mouth. Screaming miserably, he finally broke out of the imprisonment in his throat and let out a sound. He wielded his iron sword above his head, and suddenly, his sharp, hollow eyes swept across the crowd, falling on Zhu Jiuyin's body.

In the next moment, Eternal Rest's body flew out along with the iron sword. The moment the sword stabbed into Candle Nine Yin, Candle Nine Yin's body flashed, and the iron sword stabbed straight into the chest of one of the Taixuan disciple behind him. The iron sword was pulled out and the disciple fell to the ground. Blood gushed out and dyed the green robe on his body red.

Everyone was terrified and quickly dodged.

A hateful light flashed in his withered and empty eyes, as if he had been brooding over it for many years. He focused his gaze on Candle Jiu Yin for a short moment, and then swung his sword at her once more.

Zhu Jiuyin quickly summoned the Heart Mantra from his body and stretched out his palm, which was hidden inside his sleeves. He then leaped up and started attacking the withering needle. The formless incantations of the Heart Mantra shot into his withered body one after another, like the cold glints of hidden weapons that had been inserted into his body.

In the instant that Zhu Jiuyin's palms clashed with the ancient sword's edge, he only heard an 'Ah!' sound as the iron sword fell heavily onto the ruins.

Seeing this, Candle Jiu Yin quickly withdrew his palms and landed on the ground. When he looked again at the withering of the ancient times, he curled up on top of the ruins, becoming a lonely ball. His body was constantly twitching, and his throat released a strange, low howl of "Ao Ao Ao".

"Ancient Desolation … "Just what happened to you …" Mu Lengqing took a step forward and ran towards the ancient withered tree. "You …" How to... It became like this? "

"Don't go over there!" Yin Baoyun stretched out his hand to stop Mu Lengqing. His body shielded her, "His undead soul is no longer under his control. It's being controlled by evil. It can attack anyone at any time!"

Mu Lengqing struggled as hard as she could. Wang Qingchuan ran over and hugged her tightly. "Master, please listen to Elder Yan's words and don't go over there …" As she spoke, she pulled the pained and weakened Mu Xianqing to the side.

The dead man, curled up on the rubble, was twitching, his head buried in his chest, his eyes cowering and cowardly, staring at Candle. His eyes were filled with panic and fear as he anxiously said, "Ah …" "Ahh!" He slowly pointed his finger at the candle flame.

He thought to himself, "Because of the awakening of the human nature in his soul, it seems that the Heart Mantra can no longer control him. Once his soul has calmed down, he will return to being a normal human being, and then the things that the Heart Mantra once told him to do will be exposed. Only by hallucinating them will he be able to ensure that the secret is not leaked out."

Zhu Jiuyin looked at his sword and eyebrows, and got an answer from his eyes. He slowly hid his left hand in the wide sleeves of his robe, and his palm began to tremble again. This time, he used the Heart Mantra's highest realm.

Faced with the strange reaction of the ancient undead, everyone went silent, no one daring to step forward. Yun Jiu Tang stared blankly at the Eternal withering away. He suddenly recalled the blurry black shadow in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest's tragedy, the eerie figure that had travelled back and forth to hide in the darkness of the Eternal withering away. At this moment, the figure actually somewhat resembled that of the Eternal withering. At this moment, Yun Jiuchang suddenly felt his withered figure gradually shrinking. He was in danger! He had to protect him!

Yun Jiu Tang hastily pushed his way through the crowd and ran towards the Aeon Span in large strides. In an instant, the originally shrivelled up figure began to emit white smoke, and its figure slowly shrank, letting out painful moans.

"No …" "No …" Uncle Fang turned around and ran towards the dead body. Mu Xianqing also ran towards him in panic.

At this moment, the withered figure struggled painfully out of the ruins, swaying and dancing wildly, his helpless gestures and messy steps also indicating that his mind had not completely disappeared. But in an instant, his blurry figure trembled violently, gradually disappearing in the midst of the white smoke. A strong fishy stench was released, causing everyone present to cover their noses.

Just as the withered figure of Yun Jiuchang was about to be torn apart, he hurriedly reached out to grab it, but failed to grab anything. The withered figure finally completely disappeared into thin air, leaving behind a pungent smell and a puddle of wet black stains as if it had never appeared before.

"My child …" The sounds of Mu Lengqing and Uncle Fang wailing echoed in his ears. The sound was extremely painful, causing him to burst into tears.

Impossible!" Yun Jiu Tang shook his head in horror. How could this be! His body swayed a little as if he had received a great shock. How could the soul of a real Undead disappear into thin air in such a short period of time? Disappeared without a trace?

Everyone knew that if a person's undead soul dissipated, then there would be nothing left for ever. There would not even be a chance to be reincarnated from this world.

Candle Jiu Yin then slowly walked into the crowd. As if nothing had happened, he extended his left hand from his sleeve, stroking it with both of his hands, trying his best to eliminate the lingering pain in his left hand. He watched the crying from the sidelines coldly without any reaction. The evening breeze from the setting sun blew and lifted up the peerless embroidered demonic robe on his body. The devilish robe spread out with the wind. It was extremely gorgeous, giving him the appearance of a supreme ruler of the world. Separating himself from the crowd, he saw a trace of relief and a hint of a proud smile on his sword-like brows. He was thinking that he should have disillusioned the ancient undead before it awakened. Otherwise, who knows how many secrets would have been leaked out.

However, before Zhu Jiuyin could even catch his breath, Uncle Fang pushed his way through the crowd and stepped in front of him.

Uncle Fang's eyes were filled with ferocity and pain, but in the end, he tried his best to restrain himself, "Speak …" Just what kind of weird technique did you use on him? You didn't even let go of his Undead Soul … " His voice was trembling, but there was a heavy dignity in it.

This was the first time he had come into contact with Uncle Fang in such a close distance. This person had an even stronger aura, more powerful energy, and a much thicker internal energy; perhaps he had already cultivated to the highest realm of the five Supreme Mystery Realms — the Supreme Purity. However, Zhu Jiuyin remained calm and collected, lowering his posture, "Elder Fang, Jiuyin is truly wronged. You saw it just now, I did not touch him at all. Everyone here can testify for me!"

"Don't try that!" "Your movements are strange. The way he looks at you is clearly different. Just what have you done to him!" As he said this, he reached out and grabbed Candle Jiu Yin's collar, fiercely glaring at him, "Let me tell you, my patience is limited, don't force me to act!"

Zhu Jiuyin's collar was grabbed, and he was unable to breathe. His eyes slanted as he glanced at his sword and brows who were standing some distance away. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the sword ruler eyebrow slightly shaking his head. He knew that this was to tell him not to act rashly and not to fight with Uncle Fang, who wanted to provoke him so that he could see his moves and movements and judge what he had done to the Eternal Plains.

"Speak!" Uncle Fang's fists were raised as he grabbed onto Zhu Jiuyin's collar, "Speak! What exactly did you do to him! " His voice was deep and resounding in all directions, and he aimed his iron fists at Candle Jiuyin's head.

Zhu Jiuyin remained unmoved, and with an innocent expression, he said, "Elder Fang, I didn't do anything to him. Is this how you treat your juniors? Forcefully punching you in the face without a word?" Zhu Jiuyin's anger made him helpless. Even if he did not make a move, Fang Bozhen would not be able to figure out his technique.

The crowd was too busy to look around. Some of them came over to watch the fight between father and son while others continued to dissuade Mu Sangqing.

The sword ruler's eyebrows were creased as he walked over with a serene voice, "Elder Fang, what happened? I understand Candle Jiu Yin's martial arts the most. Where did he get the weird martial arts from that Elder? It's the most common martial arts in our demon realm. "

Uncle Fang loosened his collar doubtfully, and pointed at Zhu Jiuyin, "I don't care who you are, but the demise of the Undead Soul today is definitely related to you! I will settle this score with you later! " With that, Uncle Fang turned around and walked away, his robe was tattered.

Zhu Jiuyin looked at the back of Uncle Fang's tattered robe, and his heart calmed down a little, returning to normal. His gaze shifted as it landed on Yun Jiuchang who stood silently in the distance. Their gazes met, but it was no longer as deep as it was back then when they were brothers. He could clearly see the doubt, disbelief, hesitation, and contempt in Yun Jiu Tang's eyes.

Zhu Jiuyin smiled and walked through the crowd to Yun Jiuchang, "Brother Yun, are you suspecting me as well?"

"Why are the dead spirits always looking at you like that?"

"What kind of eyes?"

"Doubt, disbelief, deep hatred, and even more pain."

"No wonder you're different from the others, you actually doubt me based on this?"

"You know what you did yourself!"

"I didn't do anything!"