Copper Coins Chapter 86: Valley Array (2)

Being able to manipulate these tens of thousands of Infernal corpses is definitely not something ordinary people can do. So the one hiding in the stone forest is probably not some nameless rogue, but the Songyun Warlock himself.

At the moment of thinking of this, Xue Xian only felt a pain in his back as if he had been affected. It seemed that after being robbed, the feeling of being ripped off in the drowsiness reappeared.

He knew in his heart that it was only the filaments pulled out from the spine that were shaken by the influence of these thousands of ghosts, so that some of them couldn't hold it anymore, and the stinging pain of the broken bones came back faintly. .

But in this situation, the sting will only engender new and old hatred. Xue Xian smelled the disgusting smell and looked at the Infernal Corpses that were all over the mountains and the fields and the stone forest submerged by them, his face was as cold as frost.

He stood silently on the spot, watching the rushing tide of corpses, reached out and lightly brushed his robe, and then suddenly disappeared into a thick layer of white mist.

In just the blink of an eye, the black dragon soared straight into the sky, smashed into the sky, and let out a long roar. Amidst the tremors of the mountains, thunder and gusts of wind plunged straight into the valley. One after another electric light is fast and fierce.

The dense corpses in the valley were bombarded by lightning like wasps scattered. The stone forest exploded in the thunder and lightning, and among the rubble, a gray figure rolled on the ground and fell into the sea of ​​​​corpses.

He put a layer of camouflage on himself when he jumped into the sea of ​​corpses, and even if he was mixed with those corpses whose flesh was straight, it was difficult to tell them apart for a while.

The black dragon tossed in a circle in the mountains, and swept its long tail directly. The huge force came straight with the momentum of shaking the mountains and the sea, and smashed into the valley.

Boom-

Where the dragon's tail landed, countless deep cracks quickly spread outward, and the piles of corpses were directly blown away by the gust of wind brought by the dragon's tail, and then fell to the ground layer by layer, breaking into pieces. Into the flesh and bones, a large number of corpses were swept directly into the cracks in the ground.

At the same time, a fire dragon also rushed out from the corner of the valley, with its wild tongues of flame, whistling in the hunting wind, rolling circles of Infernal corpses into the fire.

Xue Xian stood in the dark cloud with a cold face, looking down from top to bottom at the group of corpses screaming and struggling to fall down amid many hardships, but the Songyun Warlock he was really looking for, but Hiding everywhere like a gutter rat, not hesitating to turn himself into a rotten flesh and a bone that fell straight off.

But what's the point of hiding? What is the difference between dying now and dying in a moment?

The silk threads in the broken bones of his back were trembling with rage, and increasingly unstable due to the consumption of aura. Xue Xian was not unaware of the pain that penetrated his skin, but at this moment, all pain would turn into anger.

In just a moment, most of those Infernal corpses fell in the thunder and fire, were smashed to pieces by the dragon's tail, and rolled in the valley and fell into the abyss of the ground.

A hoarse scream was mixed with the howl of the corpse.

Xue Xian sneered, and the dragon tail swept over Shi Feng without hesitation. He heard a loud explosion sounding on Shi Feng's waist, and then the entire Shi Feng broke off, and smashed into the valley with countless rubble, which happened to be where the hoarse scream was.

The dust and smoke filled the air instantly, like a fog with the smell of dust.

The large corpse was crushed under the fallen Shi Feng with the sound, and even if it was not broken, it would not be able to turn over.

Is this the end? Does this count as a vengeance?

Xue Xian never thought to ask the warlock anything. In his opinion, it would be filthy to say a word to this person. No matter what the reason, he didn't have the interest to listen or ask. Even letting the other party say one more word and keeping it for a moment is too kind.

It was so easy to send the other party into the abyss, which made Xue Xian feel an indescribable irritability. It took more than half a year of work, dragging the legs that could not walk through so many places, and the enemy he finally met was so silent, it was only half an hour before and after.

Like a punch on the cotton, not only did the anger not subside, but even before the irritability became stronger.

And at this moment, the broken bones in the valley suddenly moved in the wind. In the blink of an eye, countless Infernal corpses were reassembled, and in those huge gaps of different widths, countless Infernal corpses that fell into them stuck their heads out again.

Thunder and lightning won't disperse, fire won't melt, smashed and reassembled, fall into the ground and climb up.

This is a lingering ghost, but it makes Xue Xianqi laugh-because he heard a few breaths that were deliberately hidden in the midst of the shattering bones, but it was no longer the same. The place where Shi Feng fell.

When I saw the Infernal Corpse climbed up again and rushed forward, Xuan Min finally wrapped the string of copper coins on his fingers.

The heavy yin qi and the resentment of unjust death have been brewing for a hundred years, like a sticky spider web, entangling all living things in the constant tossing and beating of the corpse, whether it is Xuan Min or Xue Xian. , the more yang-qi living creatures are, the more attractive they are, so those yin and resentment entangle the real dragon far more than the mortals.

Yin and Yang have been intertwined since ancient times, and no one can change it.

This kind of resentment from tens of thousands of corpses can shake a mountain and river. If it falls on an ordinary person, it is like a real blade, and it can be scraped into bones in an instant.

Although Xue Xian and Xuan Min suppressed it, they could not completely cancel it out. Therefore, in the "resurrection" of the infernal corpse tide, the skin of the two gradually stretched out some tiny little things. of blood.

Like countless thin blades pulling and scraping around.

The longer it drags on, the more blood there will be on the body, and the resentment will thicken as the corpses are smashed again and again. Every time they are knocked down, the resentment will grow It grows wildly, as if caught in a cycle that never sees light.

Xue Xian doesn't care no matter how much blood there is. Even if his body is full of blood, he still doesn't care. It's far worse than the robbery period.

However, in his almost calm anger, he searched for the warlock over and over again, and bombarded the man and the surrounding into slag. In the gap, he caught a glimpse of Xuanmin's white figure, and was immediately a little stunned, because Xuanmin raised his head. glanced at him.

He was above Jiuxiao, Xuanmin was in the valley, and the distance between them should have been so far that even the facial features could not be seen clearly.

However, Xue Xian felt at that moment that Xuan Min was looking at him with something extraordinarily heavy in his eyes. Seeing that Xuan Min suddenly raised his hand to pick up something in the void, he twisted it away at his fingertips.

Xue Xian vaguely saw the blood between his fingers, and then suddenly realized that what Xuan Min received was probably blood dripping from his body.

At that moment, Xue Xian felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart for no reason, and was stabbed with a needle in the softest part under his skin.

The stinging pain was so inexplicable that Xue Xian didn't realize why for a while. Until Xuan Min took his eyes back, his fingers touched his string of copper coins.

Since fire and thunder strikes are useless, Xuan Min simply withdrew the fire dragon. He seemed to be reciting some scriptures in a low voice, and the copper coin flicked with his fingers suddenly glowed with a bright color, as if the aura refined in it suddenly came to life.

Among the five copper coins, the three that had been released from the ban were so bright that even Xue Xian in the sky felt a little dazzling.

The moment the copper coins were awakened by the blood, Xue Xian's back was also hot.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the previous sting might not be his own feeling at all, but Xuanmin's reaction, which was implicated by the copper coins and transmitted to his body, which made him suddenly feel the pain. An illusion of blurred senses.

But before he could think about it, the copper coin was already buzzing in the wind. Xuan Min held the copper coin in one hand and flicked the other hand while chanting, and saw a huge and complicated rune in the smoke and dust. Rising out of the fog, with a heavy sound like a bell, it pressed towards the tidal corpse.

When—

At the moment when the rune fell, all the corpses were shocked, as if their souls had been hit hard, and they trembled in the lingering sound of the ancient bell.

Yes, lightning can't strike, fire can't be burned, just because the anger of grievances can't be dispelled at all.

At this moment, Xuanmin seemed to be giving tens of thousands of ghosts a relief at the same time. While suffering from the pain of being wrapped in a sharp blade, he closed his eyes and chanted scriptures indifferently and calmly.

When—

Another time, the corpse in the valley stopped moving like a demon, and turned around slowly. The resentment was withdrawn from Xue Xian, and he seemed to be hesitating to go towards Xuanmin.

Xuanmin tapped the copper coins again and again, those greasy grudges finally completely abandoned Xue Xian, went straight to Xuanmin, and wrapped him in them, while the people in the valley Thousands of Yin corpses screamed wildly in the constant bells.

Xue Xian was stunned for a moment, then the dragon's tail flicked, and his long body turned into a cloud of black mist, smashing straight into the valley and smashing in front of Xuan Min.

At the moment of landing, the corpse was knocked over by the huge force, the valley trembled, and the black mist dissipated. Xue Xian stood in front of Xuan Min in a black robe, and raised his hand to block the mountain tsunami for him. The resentment that came.

However, as soon as I moved, I felt a sharp pain in the back. Everything just now consumed too much spiritual power, so that the filament that was maintained by the huge spiritual power was faintly about to break again. .

He felt the sensation of his legs being pulled away for a moment, and stumbled uncontrollably.

And at this moment, the copper coins in the hands of the constant mysterious and compassion are getting brighter and brighter, trembling because of the ever-accelerating coiling, seeming to be just around the corner, and seeming to be unbearably excited. The gray skin of the fourth copper coin suddenly began to peel off, and a faint oily yellow light came out from under the skin.

When—

Xuan Min closed his eyes and seemed to be unaware of everything around him. He recited the scriptures in a deep voice, and every word was like a hammer hitting his head.

Amid the overwhelming grievances, the struggles and screams of the corpse, the last bit of gray skin of the fourth copper coin finally fell to the ground, and the copper coin shook abruptly.

There was a sudden "click" in Xue Xian's mind, as if a certain lock had finally been removed.

He knew that it was the feeling that came from Xuan Min when the ban on copper coins was lifted. It's just that he couldn't resist this kind of sympathy. He just felt a sudden dizziness in his head, and his eyes suddenly darkened, and then all kinds of complicated and blurred scenes rushed over like a tide...

His eyes suddenly dipped in this dreamlike scene, as if he was wrapped in a child's body. He lowered his eyes uncontrollably, his eyes just falling on the hem of the robe of the person in front of him.

The ground is heavy snow, almost covering his knees, a short table is on the ground in front of his knees, a book is spread on the desk, a pen is on the pen holder, and the ink on the tip of the pen is a thin layer thin ice.

He heard a vague voice falling from the top of his head, "The natural Buddha bones are not for waste. First copy the scriptures here, and I will lead you back at night."

And he didn't say a word, just raised his hand and took the pen, moistened it in the inkstone, and landed on the tissue paper...

Suddenly, it was getting dark, and the handwriting on the book could not be read any more. Xue Xian heard a creaking noise in the snow in front of the desk, raised his eyes slightly, and saw the man in white coming again. He still didn't look at the man's face, and he seemed to be respectful and as if he didn't have any emotion, he set his eyes on the man's hand.

I saw that man flipped his wrist, shook out a copper heater from his sleeve and handed it over, then said solemnly, "Is it cold?"

Xue Xian subconsciously wanted to sneer, and said in his heart, would you stand for a day to see if it was cold?

However, the exit was: "Not cold."

The timbre is still vague, like it's close at hand and yet it seems like decades away. But Xue Xian could hear it, it was a child's voice, but it was cold and not like a child.

"Being a teacher doesn't mean harming you, I just don't want you to wear a Buddha's bones, but live your life." The man sighed, and when he was talking, the copper stove was already in Xue Xian's arms, like an elder. He patted the back of his head and led him to a small building not far away in the thick snow...

This is Xuan Min's memory.

Xue Xian barely remained awake in the blurry dream-like scene.

The violent dizziness stirred in his mind again without warning. He subconsciously closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him was chaotic again, and sometimes in the cold palace, Sometimes in the pavilion. Sometimes there was silence around me, and sometimes I could vaguely hear someone talking outside the hospital.

He looked up and down, as if the memories didn't come in order.

When his back got a little warm and a certain buzzing sound flashed past his ears, his involvement with Xuanmin stabilized again, and those vague scenes became a little clearer——

He saw that there was still a table in front of him, and a carrier pigeon shrank obediently on the table, as if resting, with a trace of inexplicable fear in the calm.

And he was holding a folded piece of paper in his hand, and the paper was full of words. At first glance, he only saw a few words on the red seal where the signature was signed. He only had time to see two of them. With an uncontrollable movement of his fingers, he folded the thin piece of paper again and pressed it on top of it. aside.

The two words are "too often".

He picked up the pen on the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few numbers on a piece of paper between the desks: Don't delay your trip to Mount Tai.

Then, he picked up the pen and wrote two words at the place where the signature was signed——

Same light.

Xue Xian's mind was buzzing, he thought he was wrong, but before he could take a closer look, the scene suddenly changed in shock:

He is standing by the railing of a high pavilion, surrounded by a palace lantern, emitting a faint glow.

The confusion caused by the word "tongdeng" has not yet dissipated, so that he was stunned for a while before realizing that someone was talking to him behind him. He didn't even hear what the other party said. He had already turned around, walked to the stone table in the high pavilion, reached out and pushed a piece of paper on the table to the front, and then opened his mouth and said a word.

Although the scene is still blurred and the voice is still indistinct, he can still distinguish Xuan Min's tone.

He heard himself say something cold and indifferent in a mysterious voice: "In the year of Wuchen, the seventh day of the sixth month."

After that, Xuan Min said something, or asked the other party something, but Xue Xian didn't listen to a word, his ears buzzed, and his whole body felt cold, just now he was cold and indifferent. The words he said were repeated over and over again, and each time he repeated it, his body became colder.

The tingling sensation in the back struck again, but Xue Xian was extremely numb.

The year of Wuchen is this year, and the seventh day of the sixth month is neither too early nor too late, which happens to be his calamity.

Or rather... just happened to be the day he was ripped apart.

He was almost in disbelief, an indescribable heaviness enveloped him in his head, and he was almost eager to see other people or things in this scene in the blank, everything was fine , as long as it can be proved that the sentence just now is just a coincidence.

However, his eyes only fell on the side of the stone table, as if he glanced at something. The moment he glanced at that, there was an indescribable emotion in his empty heart, very light, so light Not like his own emotions.

It seems to be disgust, and it seems to be something else.

Xue Xian didn't care, and didn't even think about it, because he could see clearly what was on the table. It was two masks, one made of silver, which glowed coldly under the lamp, and One is painted with thick ink and heavy colors with animal patterns. The patterns are simple and solemn, with long beards fastened on both sides, as if they were taken from beasts...

He stared at the animal-print mask, but his mind was at a loss, and the pain on his back suddenly intensified.

The pain was really hard, as if it had penetrated into the heart along the empty back, and then spread along the heart, making him have an illusion, as if he was suddenly flustered and sad...

All the tumultuous memories after that disappeared from his eyes again, until they faded away in the increasingly clear hum of the coins.

Xue Xian suddenly closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them after a long time. Everything in the valley was brought back into view. Although it was very close, it seemed to be far away in another world.

I don't know when, Xuanmin had already landed on a low peak beside him, the quaint bell lingered endlessly, echoing over and over in the valley, the screams of the corpse had turned into a scream, and it had been brewing for a hundred years. The resentment is also gradually fading.

The fog in the valley was so thick that Xue Xian suddenly couldn't see Xuan Min's face. He could only see that Xuan Min seemed to be looking towards him as well. The aura of the copper coins in his hand had not dispersed, and the pale golden light generated by the runes was like a huge net that covered the sky and covered the valley.

The pale golden color was obviously not bright, but it made Xue Xian's eyes hurt.

He felt a deep sadness in his heart, much sadder than he imagined, more difficult to break free than the net that was cast all over the sky, so heavy that he was almost surprised...

At this time, under the pile of bones in the valley, someone suddenly rushed in the direction of Xuanmin in a stunned and surprised tone: "National teacher? Why...are you here?!"

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