The skeleton of the python was like a big white centipede while the blood and flesh transformed by the grey fog of dead spirits were the scaly armor on it.
There were nail-like sharp teeth on the upper and lower jaws. The coniform skull was decorated with a pair of long backward horns on both sides, just like two inward-curling blades.
The old man stood in the center of the skeleton, wearing white clothes with black collars. His hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. He was plainly dressed but showed an air of immortality.
He looked at the people in the hidden peak and said, “Today, our sect has been faced with the catastrophe. Luckily, you threw yourselves into the breach and repulsed the enemies. I suppose the Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect will be able to gain a solid foothold in the South Continent even if I’m not in the peak from now on.”
The old man’s words were plain and gentle. His long drooping eyebrows were like the b
At noon.The light of the four peaks was reflected by the clouds. They were as bright as the fairyland. Cultivators came and went by sword, repairing the messy peaks. It wouldn’t be long before the four peaks showed a splendid scene of colorful flowers blooming and immortal cranes flying around.Nancheng sat on a rock and rested in recuperation with his eyes closed, inhaling and exhaling the aura of the peaks.“Nancheng.”After he finished cultivating for a cosmic orbit, a sound came around him. Nancheng opened his eyes and saw a petite young girl around him. Today was the Sword Fighting Tournament of Four Peaks but she was wearing a white dress from start to finish. Evidently, she never meant to participate in the contest.The young girl said in a soft voice, “Hello, Nancheng. I’m Lerou.”Nancheng had been in the closed-door training for too long. He had long forgotten the names of his fellow disci
Liantian Town was like a new world. All the people and monsters just disappeared. The whole town became an end-to-end space independent of everything.This was another painting.In the painting, no matter how serious the fight became, the original body of the town wouldn’t be affected at all.The monsters in the town still ran about in confusion. They didn’t realize at all that in the parallel space, two ancient fierce gods were confronting each other quietly.“Xiaolian, keep your hands off the paintings!” Qiusheng grabbed the hand that reached out for the painting of the black cat.Xiaolian raised her head and blinked her eyes. The black cat lay in her arms, rubbing against her arms intimately.Qiusheng dragged Xiaolian aside and ordered, “It is the Ghost Festival now. If you touch the paintings, you will get out. By then, I won’t be able to find you then.”Ning Xiaoling nodded with on
The space in Liantian Town was like countless interwoven corridors. Every flat painting contained a three-dimensional time-space field. They overlapped according to the logic of the spatial trajectories. At the end of these spaces, there was Zhang Qieyu’s phantom-like figure.He stood at the two ends of these intricately interlaced time-space fields separately.One was an old painter plainly dressed with callused hands and the other one was Yayu, the fierce god that had a human’s face and a dragon’s body with fan-like fins beside the ears.They ran in opposite directions down the opposite spaces as if a man and his shadow got separated and became two individual beings.Zhang Qieyu had two true bodies, which could switch positions beyond the distance just like the small teleporting formation without needing the precondition of chanting.However, Hanchi had only one sword that could be used to kill people.
After the stone case was pushed open, the semi-transparent grey-white person wrapped up by long hair stuck out its slender fingers and smoothed away its hair as if lifting the curtain.The sword classic opened its eyes.It stared at Ning Changjiu with its gloomy eyes, in which there was heavy resentment as if thunder and lightning would arrive and the rainstorm would fall.“Do you still want to fool me?” The sword classic asked through gritted teeth. It didn’t trust the young man in front of it at all.Ning Changjiu heaved a sigh and said, “Look me in the eye. Do I look as if lying to you this time?”The sword classic looked at his calm eyes and wished to rip out his actually dirty and seemingly crystalline eyes, “If you are sincere, you just finish learning the rest six moves and let me go into your body. If you don’t do it, no need to talk more then.”Ning Changjiu asked rather than responded to i
There was no light in the passage. The smell of blood permeated and stimulated the nose.Ning Changjiu’s golden crow moved in his body, melting the frost on his eyebrows and eyes.Wearing Lu Jiajia’s coat, he got up.The coat still carried the faint fragrance of snow cherry blossoms.Lu Jiajia had been sunk in sleep with her body totally cold and her skin as pale as paper. Her scattered hair was visibly shown in the crystal-coffin-like cocoon. She looked like a sleeping beauty who seemed able to be awoken by a kiss.Ning Changjiu held the cocoon.“Thank you.” Lu Yuanbai, leaning against the wall, reached out his clean left hand.Ning Changjiu also held out his hand.In the darkness, the two hands were held together. Ning Changjiu exerted his force and dragged Lu Yuanbai up from the wall.After standing up, Lu Yuanbai pressed his hand against the wall and clench
As its name implied, Mount Huanbao meant surrounding the fall. However, what the mountain surrounded was not real falls but water-like curtains that fell along the peaks. This kind of reclusive curtain was more advanced than the peach curtain, which was named as boundary curtain.The sovereign’s hall was towering and lofty. There was no florid cloud or beautiful treasure but countless pines and cypresses. It looked only like an ordinary ancient solemn peak.Now, the monstrous Jiuying was standing on the towering peak.It stepped on the rocks of the bottom of the peak and the python-like head in the middle raised high with its eyes staring at the sun. The eight other heads were fixated on the peak just like arms while the long tail drooped along the rock mass, drooping from the summit of the peak to the clouds and mists at the mountainside.The sovereign’s hall nestled snugly in the big body of Jiuying.The bound
It was not bright in the hall. The smooth bricks were like the dark water surface, glistening with dark silver light. Everything around, including the carved-bone sword bucket, the lacquerware made out of the Pyrularia edulis and the hardwood grains that resembled the pattern of the raccoon’s skin, seemed to set off the solemnness of the current scene.Lu Jiajia prostrated herself on the ground. Her scattered white clothes resembled the scattered lotus petals on the water, which faintly gave off the fragrance.The young man in white turned his head and looked at her. The light shone from behind on his face, flickering dimly.“Jiajia,” the young man called her name.Lu Jiajia slowly raised her head and straightened her back bit by bit. Her body with the tight-fitting white clothes was like the restrained bud in the darkness.She was still kneeling on the ground, whose slim waist was accentuated with the dark belt
The thunderous light, just like the scattered snow crumbs, was torn down from the sky by the violent wind.Beams of light were cast through the clouds. Before the light spread, it was covered by the gathered clouds. New thunderous light also arose in the peaks in the distance. The curtains of Mount Huanbao had dropped. The mountain rocks and pine trees that attached to the curtains also started to sink. On the peak of the mountain, the clouds rose and fell like boiling seawater amidst the dark clouds that pressed down. The violent nine heads were like the huge octopus coming from the deep sea, roaring on the sea surface in the rainstorm, sucking and intertwining the big sailing boat.Even many years later, this scene was still imprinted in the hearts of the disciples of the Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect. Now, what they saw in a flurry was the scene that resembled the divine punishment and doomsday.That was the legendary stage of evil ghost