Mingdou Mountain Range The night wind was fishy, carrying the sweet smell of rust and corpses.
Long Jinyu's figure was like a light feather, landing on a hidden cliff. He looked at the gloomy cave entrance below, where the disgusting death Soul Power was filled.
At this moment, everything is silent except for the thunderous emotion in my heart.
'From tonight...'
He closed his eyes and declared softly in his heart, 'I am no longer the boy who only knows books.'
'I am--Long Jinyu.'
'Embers are the remaining fire; feathers are the flying ashes.'
'The fire burns down to ashes, and the ashes turn into feathers.'
'I guard my heart with embers, and carry my wishes with feathers.'
'Burn the dark night, moult and be reborn.'
'Jin Yu will live up to his name in this life.'
When he opened his eyes again, the last hint of student hesitation in his eyes was pressed deep into his eyes.
He raised his hand and wiped it, his hair color turned into a gloomy pure black, and a silver mask without any decorations covered his face. Immediately, his hands formed a seal, and pale golden runes flowed from his fingertips.
The barrier - "Evil-Sealing Spirit Domain" spread like ripples, covering the entire "Wenlan Tree" forest.
Different from the Ironblood Sect's time, this is the sealing technique taught by Mr. Huang personally. It is derived from the ancient inheritance of Dean Su and Medical Pavilion. It is specially designed to restrain evil - the evil-causing power is locked, Soul Skill is completely sealed, and Soul Power is stagnant. With his current cultivation level, everything below Soul Saint is under control.
'Easy to use is easy to use.'
He sighed in his heart, 'It's a pity that the forward swing is too long. If it weren't for a sneak attack, I might have been beaten into a sieve before the seal was completed.'
He secretly compared, 'It is indeed not as domineering and direct as Douluo I Tang Chen's 'Slaughter Domain'...'
The mental power scanned the outside of the cave for the last time. It was confirmed that except for the bandits, there was no other life - especially, there were no living innocents.
He didn't dare to feel it any deeper.
Just when he was exploring for the first time, the scene inside the cave almost made him lose his mind.
On the rock walls on both sides, dozens of human skins with clear textures were attached like hanging bacon, swaying slightly in the wind. Closer, two infant corpses were impaled and hung on stalagmites, with blood dripping and still warm.
Further inside, corpses piled up, dried, half-rotten, fresh... along the way, there were no less than a hundred corpses seen.
Even though he was burdened with Dragon God Bloodline, he was still the young man who grew up in a peaceful campus. When had he ever faced such purgatory?
Strong nausea and dizziness overcame him at that time. He squatted on the edge of the cliff and retched, tears pouring out uncontrollably. Deep weakness and self-blame gnawed at him:
Was I too cowardly and hesitated for too long? If I hadn't hesitated and sworn in front of the photo at home and had come even half an hour earlier, those two babies... could have been saved?
But this is not the time to regret.
He raised his hand, and a small blazing white fireball was accurately thrown into the depths of the cave, exploding with a bang. The light and sound instantly attracted the attention of all the bandits.
"Enemy attack!!!"
Amidst the chaotic howls, dozens of ferocious-looking bandits carrying various weapons and filthy Soul Power surging around them swarmed out of the cave and surrounded Long Jinyu, who was standing alone at the entrance of the cave.
No words, no warning. Long Jinyu's eyes under the mask were cold, and his thoughts moved slightly.
Mental shock - range release!
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
"Pfft--!"
The heads of the group of bandits who rushed at the front exploded one after another like rotten watermelons! Red, white, sticky, lumpy... all kinds of indescribable objects mixed with hot blood, splashed out in a radial pattern, splashing all over the heads and faces of the comrades behind them.
"Oh my god--!"
"Ghost! It's a ghost!!"
Even this group of desperadoes were frightened out of their wits by this strange way of death. They shrieked in terror and retreated, their formations in chaos.
Although he had been mentally prepared, the immediate visual and olfactory impact still made Long Jinyu's stomach churn, and his face turned pale under the mask. But he gritted his teeth, forced down his physical discomfort, and stepped forward.
The deep darkness spread from under his feet, turning into a slowly rotating black mist, all around Entanglement.
The swords hurriedly thrown by the bandits and the splattered blood melted silently upon contact.
Extremely dark.
For the first time in actual combat, he fully mobilized this power.
Facing Ironblood Sect, you may still need to weigh it.
But here, in front of the creator of this hell on earth, he no longer had any mercy in his heart, only the cold murderous intention to burn everything.
"Field: Burning World Longyi!"
Nine purple-gold dragon-shaped flames erupted from his body and plunged into the bandit's most dense area. The flesh and blood instantly carbonized and disintegrated into flying ash.
"Field·Guixu Longhui--!"
The dark mist expanded like a huge mouth of an abyss, swallowing up those fleeing on the other side. After a brief groan, it was empty.
He is like the god of death walking in the world, and every step is accompanied by the sudden extinguishing of life. The muffled sound of the "watermelon" bursting, the burning of the flames, and the devouring silence are intertwined into a cruel requiem.
"Soul Skill! My Soul Skill can't be used anymore!!" Finally, a bandit discovered the abnormality and screamed in despair.
"Run! Run quickly!!"
The remaining bandits completely collapsed and fled deeper into the cave, howling.
"Woo--!!!"
At this moment, a sharp and long roar exploded from the deepest part of the cave, causing rubble to fall from the cave wall.
"Who?! Dare to go against this Death Messenger?!... Everyone will die! Become a corpse slave!!"
Hearing this sound, the fleeing bandits, instead of being ecstatic about being rescued, felt as if they had heard a reminder, trembling even more violently, and even rolled around and hid in the corner--
Even they are afraid of this "master".
A black shadow shot out from the depths of the cave, carrying the fishy wind, and landed on the open space at the entrance of the cave.
The person who came was tall and thin, wearing a dirty black cloak, revealing a pale and withered face with sunken eyes. He was "Death Messenger".
He habitually grinned, revealing his jagged yellow teeth, and just when he was about to let out his trademark gibbering laugh, his voice got stuck in his throat--
Something is wrong.
It's too quiet.
There was no fierce battle as expected, no wounded people wailing on the ground, and no..."material" for him to detonate wantonly.
He widened his cloudy eyes and glanced around in confusion. There were no corpses, no mutilated limbs on the ground, and there was even very little blood on the big beach--
There are only some charred traces and ashes scattered by the wind. His "Corpse Explosion" skill requires a medium and fresh corpses full of death energy! But now...
"What? Want to use Corpse Explosion?"
A cold voice sounded. Long Jinyu stood there, surrounded by black mist, and the eyes behind the mask were like looking at a struggling bed bug.
"It's a pity that I didn't even leave you a usable corpse."
His tone was calm, but every word was heart-wrenching, "It can't be exploded if it's burned to ashes or swallowed into the dark. What is the legendary Death Messenger capable of without a body?"
Death Messenger's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was filled with panic.
A sudden attack in the middle of the night, a clean and thorough way of killing people and eradicating traces, and using unpredictable methods, this is more like an evil ghost from hell than "Death Messenger" like him!
"You... who are you?!"
He yelled sullenly, his eyes quickly scanning Long Jinyu's outfit, especially Ultimate Fire's strange aura of deep darkness. A conjecture that made him tremble and be ecstatic exploded in his mind -
"Wait! This flame... this darkness... could it be said that... Master Holy Son's 'Saint Transformation' plan... succeeded?! Are you the 'Fire Phoenix Saintess'?!"
His tense expression suddenly relaxed a little strangely, and he even squeezed out a trace of enthusiasm to try to catch up. "Hahaha! Great! Lord Holy Son has a wonderful plan! Even the genius of Shrek Inner Court can be included in the bag! Lord Saint, you should have revealed your identity long ago! We are all our own!"
He pointed at the ashes on the ground and said flatteringly, "Killing these trash will dirty your hands... But killing is just killing. It is their destiny to die under the hands of the saint! Come on, Holy Son, what did you bring this time? A new 'holy seed'? Or a secret treasure to help me break through? The treasure given by the leader last time allowed me to break through Soul Saint in one fell swoop! Jie Jie Jie~ As long as you cooperate with me this time to keep all those Shrek brats, I will definitely be able to record a great achievement for you in front of Holy Son!"
'Fire Phoenix Saintess...Holy Son...Plan...'
Every word is like a poisonous thorn covered with ice, piercing Long Jinyu's heart.
He sneered in his heart, 'That "Holy Son" stretched out his hand so long. Not only did he conquer Death Messenger, he actually dared to take advantage of sister Xiaotao.'
'You want to turn her into a so-called "saint" and become your tool?!'
The fear of his beloved being plotted and desecrated, and the fear of the dirty tentacles almost succeeding, all turned into indescribable rage, instantly tearing apart all his sanity.
The eyes under the mask, the gold and silver colors were almost swallowed up by the surging red!
'Holy Spirit Cult... you all deserve to die! Not a single one of you will be spared!'
He slowly raised his hand, clasped his fingers together, and the terrifying Soul Power was compressed and condensed in it.
"Of course I brought my stuff."
His voice was terrifyingly calm.
"The 'gift' given this time is particularly important... it will be of great benefit to you and your Holy Son."
"You have to... hold on tight."
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly blurred!
The next moment, he appeared in front of Death Messenger. He punched out with the ultimate force like a meteor falling! There was nothing fancy about it, it went straight to the opponent's heart!
This punch, Long Jinyu was fired with anger, was bound to make this beast taste the taste of having his bones and muscles broken, and dying in pain!
"Bang--!!!"
There was a muffled sound, like a heavy hammer hitting a copper bell.
Long Jinyu felt an unshakable and flexible resistance coming from in front of his fist, which not only canceled out all the force of his fist, but also fed back a powerful counter-shock force.
His arms were numb, his blood was surging, and his body slid back uncontrollably for several steps before he managed to stabilize himself.
"What?!!"
He suddenly looked up--
Only an inch in front of Death Messenger, a crystal clear light film with complex soul-guiding runes flowing around it was slowly dimming, but it did not disappear.
'Auto-trigger type--Invincible Barrier?!'
'Level 8... No, this Soul Power fluctuation is close to level 9! Holy Spirit Cult is actually willing to give this life-saving treasure to a peripheral pawn?!'
Death Messenger was also startled by this sudden close attack. After seeing Invincible Barrier automatically activate to block the attack, the shock subsided, and then his face showed the anger and ferocity of being teased.
"You are not a saint! How dare you deceive me!!!"
He screamed and pointed his skinny fingers at Long Jinyu, "Everyone! Leave Soul Skill alone! Use a spear! Use your teeth! Tear her apart!!!"
Under the threat of death, the remaining bandits brandished their weapons and rushed forward again with red eyes.
And under the remaining dim light of Invincible Barrier, Death Messenger's hand has reached into his arms in a panic and quickly--
The situation of the battle was completely reversed in an instant.