Zhao Ge: 91. The Gate of Nine Yous
lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the Survival Guide for Sick Beauty!
"It doesn't matter if it falls on anyone's head." Ye Yi suddenly laughed sarcastically, the black cloak was rolled up, and the gorgeous gold silk embroidery on the edge burned like flames. "If the sky wants to condemn the world, we must first have a way. This kind of thing, but heaven..."
"There is no way!"
Ye Yi's voice suddenly became sharp, and the light of the sword fluttered like a cherry blossom, and the stone steps outside the Jiuxuan Mountain Gate were suddenly enveloped by the light of the sword.
When the light of the sword enveloped the entire long stone step, the surrounding ghost fire "whooped" up, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a prairie fire, and the light of the orchid illuminates the Jiuxuanfen gate. , There were countless tiny, mournful cries floating in the air, as if there were vain people in the yellow spring gathered together to cry.
The corpses crawling out of the box, on the pale skull, the empty eye sockets suddenly became dark and deep as black holes, and the cry of the ghost seemed to shake the air, and the light of thousands of swords was covered by the blue fire Swallowed, when the light of the sword was swallowed by the ghost fire, the sense of trance and unreality of Ten Thousand Skeletons became more and more intense.
The remains of people.
Tens of thousands of corpses gathered together, condensing the feelings of obsession, unwillingness, sadness and so on before death. A human remains is a **** on earth, a yellow spring on the ground.
The man with the hat didn't seem to see the lights of the swords. He respectfully bowed again to the corpses.
"Soul and soul, who is Shuer?"
The man recites the eulogy from the ancient times in an ancient and difficult language, and the voice is vast, as if he had come across tens of thousands of years. The syllable is ancient, the tone is peculiar, with a sense of vigor and simplicity.
The blue flame of Mars was lifted up in the air by the fierce wind, and suddenly turned into thousands of illusory figures in the night. The feldspar steps outside the Nine Profound Points suddenly became crowded, and countless ragged souls were piled on top of each other-that were tens of thousands of remnants, dressed in brown and linen clothes, and their faces were blurred or clear. .
The chill in the bone marrow spread, and frost suddenly formed on the stone steps.
"Where will the dead go? The living are sad!"
The voice of the man in the hat was raised, and finally was no longer as calm as before, like a depressed volcano, and finally couldn't help but burst out its anger and hatred completely.
——Qingzhou seventy thousand, Yongzhou one hundred thousand, traveling southward for an uncountable number, how can the souls of those who died in hunger and despair return safely? If a person who died with a grudge did not get an answer, he would not be under the yellow spring. The lingering people are struggling to survive just to find an answer for them!
A pale light appeared in the hollow eye sockets of the ten thousand skeletons. The faint flames covered it one by one, and finally the entire skeleton burned.
With Ye Yi’s cultivation base, I felt a deep chill of the soul. Those overlapping remnants opened their eyes in the sound of ancient hymns and surged like a tide. They tried to drag Ye Yi into the underground yellow spring together. in.
Because of the existence of ten thousand corpses, these tens of thousands of remnants of soul power have gathered together, and even the space has become faintly distorted, and the sound of Devil May Cry is sharp and stern.
"Ancient sacrificial ceremony, you are a survivor."
Faced with tens of thousands of remnant souls, Ye Yi didn't have any surprises on his face, he spoke calmly, and the sword in his hand kept crying.
The man in the hat did not answer. He continued to bow to the mortuary, his voice turned to grief.
"Go back, come back, I follow like a shadow."
"Go forward, never rest."
The eulogy of the ancient sacrifice ceremony is extremely strange. The weird syllable itself seems to contain powerful power. When it is read from the mouth of the man in the hat, it resonates with the heavens and the earth. Ten thousand years ago, the passing era attracted wild power.
At this moment, Binzhou City suddenly became silent.
The chickens and dogs were silent, the watchman shuddered, and people didn't dare to speak.
Almost as long as they are alive, they feel a kind of fear that rolls up from the depths of memory-that is the fear left by the ancestors, the fear of the predecessor.
Thousands of remnant souls suddenly became violent, their figures almost distorted, resentment almost condensed into a sticky substance, plus that cryptic, wild power, even with Ye Yi’s cultivation base, Had to use spiritual consciousness to fight with all strength. If someone with a strength slightly lower than him stood here, his spiritual sense would have been severely damaged at this time, and his soul would be wounded forever.
Faced with the tens of thousands of ghostly souls commanded by Ten Thousand Skeletons, Ye Yi suddenly laughed when facing the space that was distorted by the shaking.
"The survivor is still a survivor."
He laughed loudly, with contempt and arrogance.
"In the end, I still seek the blessing of our ancestors like a coward!"
Ye Yi's voice rang like thunder, and the space twisted with the eulogy of the man in the hat trembles slightly, and the undulations caused by the ancient sacrifices were actually interrupted by his casual ridicule.
——I'm old, too old to pull a knife.
Ye Yi once said this to him before Baili Shu left.
However, at this moment, he is like a young man, full of sharpness, laughing and cursing, and wanton.
Ye Yi's cloak rolled, and no one knew how many knives he had made at that moment. The light of the knives flew away again like cherry blossoms. He vortexed, the cloak flew, and the edge of the gold The silk embroidery is like a flame that ignites fiercely in the dark night, so bright that it has overshadowed the blue ghost fire.
Seeing Ye Yi at this moment, no one would believe what he claimed to be "Changing Old Man"!
Such a beautiful knife danced in his hand, and every fluttering light of the knife carried an overbearing murderous intent. He was clearly dancing the sword on the spot, but the light of the sword filled the sky and the earth, where the ghost fire covered it, the light of the sword accompanied him.
The light of the knife is like a long stream of stars.
The river falls, and the fire is gone.
On Wufeng, the gate of Jiuxuan, an elder in a black robe sat cross-legged on the roof of Jiuxuan's disciple's house. If you look down from the sky, you will find that the entire Bingzhou Jiuxuan Gate was shrouded by a faint light at some point. The only gap was the Jiuxuan Mountain Gate where Ye Yi was located.
The face of the elder in the black robe is a bit tired after a long journey.
He was one of the black-robed elders who left the Nine Profound Sect that day, but even if he knew of his disciples at the Nine Profound Sect, very few.
He is one of the great powers of the Nine Profound Gates. After the Qingming Pagoda was opened, he rushed all the way and entered Bingzhou City without attracting any attention in the deep night. Almost all the black-robed elders who left the sect were the same as him. No one took the flying boat, and they all relied on their own cultivation to avoid the hidden traces of Qingming Tower.
When Ye Yi and the man in the hat began to move their hands, the black robe elder sacrificed a weird jade box, opened a barrier with the help of the spirit stone, and removed the nine profound points where Ye Yi was located. The door was shrouded in it, resisting the aftermath of their hands, and protecting the disciple of Jiu Xuan division door.
He came to merge the state here as another line of defense to suppress Tianzhu and a "shield" to protect the division.
Ye Yi is the knife that responds to the enemy.
"Huayi walks at night, drawing knives in the snow."
The black-robed elder, who had closed his eyes and rested before this, suddenly opened his eyes when Ye Yi swung his knife like a dance. He slowly muttered hoarsely, with a complex expression on his face.
Among Elder Qin’s generation, the most famous is not the current leader Yi Heping, or Limai Peak Master Qin, or Hezhou’s father He Qingchuan, but the now silent Deacon of Bingzhou Jiuxuan, Ye Yi.
——Huayi walks at night, drawing a knife in the snow, like a flower in the dark.
At the beginning, Ye Yi's fame spread all over the land of the twelve dynasties, and he was one of the most dazzling people of that generation. Even the current lord of the Hehuan Sect is devoted to him.
But...
Watching the light of the sword wafting over there, the black robe elder sighed long and depressed.
But the most outstanding person, in the end, in order to guard the thing below, he is full of vitality, just like an old man. Even he didn't expect Ye Yi to be able to make such a decisive step. Ye Yi... He melted his own essence and blood on the land where the Nine Profounds belonged to Bingzhou, and Shengsheng made himself a part of the Nine Profound Division!
With blood, fertile ground veins, and spirits to nurture aura, eventually he will become a part of the Nine Profound Gates like Wufeng.
So in Bingzhou Jiuxuanmen, no matter where you sneak in, Ye Yi will find out. Therefore, for hundreds of years, he suppressed Tianzhu until now. Therefore, he can no longer leave Bingzhou.
Ye Yi, it is impossible to look back at the Nine Profound Master Sect again.
The black robe elder withdrew his spiritual consciousness focusing on the battle between Ye Yi and the man in the hat. The people who fought against Ye Yi had never seen Ye Yi's most publicity. The young Ye Yi danced his sword while giving a generous speech. So arrogant as there is no one in the world like him.
The mocking sentence "begging for ancestors' protection" has been extremely mild.
The black robe elder didn't think about the result except Ye Yisheng from the beginning.
"The gate of the Nine Serenities is open, and the stubborn spirit is very sad." The black robe elder slowly said these two sentences in today's language, shook his head, "It's really chaos, the old things are coming one after another. Jump out from the corner one by one."
If Jun Wanbai and others heard the words of the black robe elder here, they would be shocked.
At the beginning of the martial arts field, when Baili slid through Li Xin's "dead state", it was these words that he was reading. It's just that Bailishu, like the elders, used today's language to chant, but the man in the hat used an extremely ancient language.
————————————————————————————————————
On the long stone steps, it has become clean and deserted again, and tens of thousands of remnants of the famine have all disappeared.
Ye Yi retracted the knife slowly.
In front of the archway of Jiuxuan Mountain Gate, he and the man in the hat are left alone again.
The man in the hat was half kneeling on the ground, with many stab wounds on his body. He placed one hand on the box and the other on the ground, coughing up blood. Ye Yi's face paled slightly. He was holding the knife and couldn't see if he was injured. The black cloak shook as before, and the gold embroidery on the edge was shining.
In front of the man in the hat, a giant white door stood in the void. Ten thousand corpses carried their backs and held up this giant door. The previous tens of thousands of remnants were just to delay time, but the real killer move was the giant white door held by the corpse.
A nine pylorus.
The Nine Serenities Gate stands in mid-air, giving people the most direct fear and awe. It represents the enemy that living creatures will face—death.
The man in the hat was panting as he coughed up blood, his face was bloody. At the moment when the hat on his head was pierced by the light of the knife, he did not hesitate to raise his hand and directly ruined his face.
Ye Yi slowly turned the blade. He didn't look at the Nine Pagoda that appeared in the void. Instead, he squinted slightly and looked at the **** and illegible face of the man in the hat: "You look like this. The dark guard of Jintang."
Jintang’s secret guards will always wear a mask. No one can see their faces. They will remain anonymous all their lives, living like a mole.
"A person who comes by night is not morally righteous in itself, not to mention that you don’t know the victory or defeat of life and death. Before there is no result, letting others see your face will cause trouble to others, then it is better to ruin this face. ."
The man gave a hoarse laugh.
"The one who will die today is you."
Ye Yiping said directly.
Even if the man in the hat summoned the gate of the Nine Serenities through the media of ten thousand corpses, this terrifying load would also shake his heart. So from the beginning, no matter whether he succeeded or not, this person must die. Even if he was lucky enough to not be killed by the Nine Nether Gate, he would not survive.
The dispute between the fairy gate and the dynasty is only raging in the dark, and those people dare not really tear their faces at this time. Therefore, regardless of success or failure, the people of the dynasty will kill him, leaving the immortal door no opportunity to trace the source.
I don't know where it came from, even the Jiuxuanmen, it is impossible to attack the twelve dynasties in the world together.
"I said..."
The man in the hat stood up holding the box, staggered, blood rolled from his face, the only thing that could be distinguished was a pair of tired eyes.
"I brought my wealth."
He said softly, raising his hand in a gesture of opening the door.
The 10,000 people in front of them also opened their hands together, and slowly opened the nine pyloric doors in the void.
The door made up of countless white bones slowly opened. Behind the door, the black mist was heavy with the gloomy wind, and there was a faint sound of water. It seemed that behind the door there was black water flowing from the quiet city in the soup, a kind of terrifying The traction force swept out from behind the Nine Nether Gate, as if trying to bring all living things into the Yellow Spring.
Opening such a gate of the Nine Serenities, the body of the corpse gradually collapsed, and the feeling of overlapping and disjointing became heavier and heavier, like bones that would collapse back and fall at any time.
The Jiuyou Gate opened, and the surrounding space was visibly twisted.
Ye Yi's expression remained the same. He turned his wrist, shook off a drop of blood from the knife, and raised his head to look at the open Jiuyoumen with complicated eyes.
——It's like looking at an old friend who has been gone for a long time.