The Sword Named No Way Out

Yu Chirui gasped for breath, subconsciously stepped back, and finally called out the name with difficulty: "...Gong Wei."

The Rakshata came out of its sheath with a clang, but his hand holding the sword hilt trembled slightly, and there was a hint of sorrow and pleading in his voice that he didn't even realize:

"Don't come here, Gong Wei...don't come here again."

As soon as the words fell, the corpse crawled out of the coffin, knelt down on one knee with a bang because of the stiff movements, and then slowly stood up.

That bluish-white face without any expression was facing Yu Chirui directly.

Fahua Xianzun didn't like wearing crowns since he was a child, and his jet-black hair was bundled up casually, with a kind of looseness and calmness like light clothes and horses. Even if he just stays there and does nothing, the vivid charm and spirit around him seem to be flowing continuously, like relaxing notes jumping in the air; when he is willing to get close to someone, he is like a A group of sweet dreams, happily enveloping the whole world of this person.

But now he was completely still.

His eyes were tightly closed, his face was dead white, and every hair tip exuded invisible heaviness and coldness.

Yu Chirui tried his best not to make any sound, and slowly stepped back step by step, when suddenly there was a slight sound: "Kala!"

A piece of gravel cracked under his heel.

As if an invisible string in the void broke suddenly, the corpse suddenly raised its head, "stared" at Yu Chirui closely, and disappeared in place the next moment.

An ordinary person might not be able to react, but Yu Chirui had fought him too many times, his pupils constricted in an instant, he drew his sword and turned around, only to see Fahua Immortal Venerable's body descending from the sky like a ghost, "Dang!" He opened the blade with a wave of his hand, and grabbed his throat with one palm!

Yu Chirui said angrily: "Gong Wei!"

He raised his head to avoid the finger claws, and the five fingers of the corpse rubbed past the chin, like a knife cutting tofu and sinking into the solid bronze wall in an instant. Yu Chirui took advantage of the gap to withdraw to fight, the Rakshasa Tower's Excalibur came, the copper and iron walls were turned into dust, and the whole piece of bricks fell like a hailstorm from a rainstorm, but that pale face was always with him, and he couldn't even separate the slightest distance!

When there was a loud bang, Yu Chirui grabbed the back of his neck and threw him towards the open coffin, his hands were empty in a flash, and when he looked back, he saw the white mortuary clothes hanging upside down, and the corpse was standing on the top of the bricks in the tomb passage, and he was in an instant with him. He came face to face.

Yuchi Rui's heart sank suddenly, he flew back, and blurted out: "The way the sword comes out—"

The sword soul was awakened suddenly, and the scream went straight to the sky.

The red golden halo exploded in all directions, covering him with layers of battle armor in an instant, blocking the sharp claws in front of the heart at the nick of time!

The corpse paused, and half of its arm was scorched black in an instant.

In fact, the startled corpse has no pain and no fear, no matter what kind of damage it receives, it will only attack the living like crazy, but for some reason, after this pause, the corpse suddenly gave up attacking, passing Yu Chirui and rushing towards the entrance of the tomb .

Never let it out!

In desperation, there was no other way, Yu Chirui slashed at the neck of the corpse with his sword, and was about to separate the head from the body, but Fahua Immortal Venerable suddenly turned his head, and the side face was reflected brightly by the sword.

——That face is so delicate that it looks so familiar, as if it was only yesterday that we parted.

Yuchirui's sword edge suddenly paused, and the unstoppable trembling went from his fingertips to the top of his head.

The next moment, a lightning-like pain and a crisp "click!" occurred at the same time, his wrist bone was chopped off by the palm of Fahua Immortal Venerable, and the Rakshasa Pagoda fell to the ground with a clatter!

The cry of pain was interrupted before he could utter it, and the corpse's **** palm clamped his throat tightly.

"..."

Yu Chirui couldn't make a sound, his eyes were bloodshot, staring at this face so close at hand. When I was young, countless years flashed in front of my eyes like scattered light spots, but soon disappeared and turned black, and I couldn't even see the endless rows of black candles.

"...Gong... Wei..."

His throat cracked, and his unbroken left hand clutched the corpse's wrist, but to no avail.

Just at this moment, suddenly—click!

The head of the corpse hangs weakly to one side, and the neck bone was broken from behind.

Yu Chirui broke free immediately, and fresh air rushed in from the injured throat, choking him until he coughed violently and his eyes became black, and he could barely see that the person who came was Ying Kai!

"Huh...huh..." Ying Kai's whole body was soaked in blood, because his teeth were clenched too tightly, even his breathing was broken. He turned his head and closed his eyes tightly, another click like lightning! Click! With two sounds, the arms of the corpse were snapped cleanly.

Then he let go of his hands trembling.

The corpse fell to the ground with a plop like a puppet with a broken thread.

The tomb passage was dead silent, only two rows of black candles could be heard crackling and burning. After a long time, Ying Kai finally let out a mouthful of trembling blood and said, "Seal the coffin, we are leaving."

"..." Yu Chirui was speechless and nodded.

The Xuantie Shimen had already been smashed down by Ying Kai, and there were sound of dragging footsteps in the distance one after another, it was the startled corpses wandering in the depths of the mausoleum gathering again. Ying Kai picked up Fahua Immortal Venerable's body with his own hands, supported the back of his head that was unnaturally tilted due to a broken neck bone, looked down for a while, and murmured softly: "I'm sorry, Zheng Yu...It's brother I'm sorry for you. You are good Go to sleep, okay?"

The corpse was lifeless and lifeless.

Ying Kai's internal organs seemed to be scalded by a red-hot iron, causing him to convulse and shiver. He took a deep breath, stood up holding the corpse, and staggered towards the golden coffin not far away.

Yu Chirui didn't have the courage to follow, he didn't even have the strength to stand up, he half-kneeled and picked up the Rakshasa Sword, and suddenly he heard a slight sound from behind—

Puff.

His whole body was shaken, he couldn't believe his ears, he turned his head stiffly inch by inch, and saw Ying Kai's back fixed in front of the coffin, with a **** hand piercing through the abdomen under the ribs on his back.

That was the hand of Fahua Immortal Venerable.

Immediately afterwards, the corpse rolled from his arms and fell to the ground. After standing up, the neck and arms were still bent, but with Kara! Kara! There were several crisp sounds, miraculously restored to the original state, and turned his head as if adjusted.

"...Ying Kai?" Yu Chirui asked dreamily.

Ying Kai spat out a big mouthful of blood, couldn't hold it any longer, and suddenly fell to his knees!

"Ying Kai!"

Yu Chirui roared angrily, got up and rushed forward, but this time Fahua Immortal Venerable moved faster. Perhaps because he was tired of entanglement, he opened his eyes at the moment when Rakshata's sword edge pierced through the air, his right pupil was as red as blood, and Yu Chirui's constricted pupil was reflected in the center—

Wind, footsteps, sound, light... everything in the world suddenly freezes.

The illusion is like a huge net in the abyss, coming gently and cruelly.

In the boundless silence, Yu Chirui could only hear the beating of the heart in his chest, but the sound became slower and weaker, until it was overwhelmed by the rushing noise.

"I heard that Lord Jianzong died suddenly overnight, the sea of ​​qi was empty, and his spiritual power was completely exhausted..." "How could this be?!" "It's a curse, a curse brought about by proving the way with the sword!"

…

"It's all you!" He heard his mother's hysterical cry in the mourning hall, so many people couldn't hold her back: "Why do you have such a high talent? It's you who killed your father! It's all you!"

"It's not me," he told himself over and over again, "it's not me."

The little Yu Chirui squatted in the corner of the mourning hall, holding his head tightly, trembling all over, a devil-like thin voice always sounded from the bottom of his heart without losing the opportunity—is it really you?

If you hadn't been born, or if you weren't born with extraordinary talents, would the curse that killed your own father still be fulfilled?

Time flies and the stars move, and the grass and trees fly in winter and spring. The fire that the old Mrs. Jianzong set when she died in love has been extinguished in everyone's memory. When Yuchi's family welcomed the crying baby again, it had been many years later, and the children of Yejinmen wore hemp and filial piety again, with white banners hanging up and down.

"Who would have thought that two generations of Kefu would commit crimes!" Someone outside the mourning hall murmured in whispers: "The old Jianzong survived for at least several years, but this one sucked his own father dry when he was born, what a crime! "

"Their old sword sect practiced the wrong way in order to seek Taoism and ascension. The next generation of descendants will be connected with their father's spiritual veins. The higher the talent, the sooner they will **** up his father's spiritual power..."

"It's true that the better my son is, the sooner I will die. How can I take a shortcut in cultivation!" "Yes, yes!..."

Yu Chirui stood in front of the coffin, staring at the pale and calm face of his elder brother in the coffin.

—Actually, it’s a little strange, after all, after his parents passed away, he was sent to Xunshu Palace in Daishan, and he hasn’t been back to this nominal home for so many years.

"Master Jianzong." The follower carefully carried the swaddling baby and said in a low voice, "This is the eldest son."

The cry aroused his attention, Yu Chirui turned his head slowly, and saw under the faint candlelight of the mourning hall, the baby who was just born a few days ago was screaming hoarsely, his little face was red and purple, and he couldn't quite see it. Men from Yuchi's family usually have deep eye sockets, high nose bridge and other facial features.

"...Very good." Yu Chirui suddenly answered irrelevantly.

"The natural spiritual veins have already grown, and I was born like this. No wonder it's the same as me."

The follower didn't dare to think carefully about the meaning behind the words "same as me", his knees softened and he knelt down, not daring to say a word.

Yu Chirui didn't say anything more. He bent down to pick up the baby, but his movements were clumsy and clumsy. After several attempts, he could only hold the swaddling baby with one hand and lift it up like a cloth bag. He stood in front of the coffin and whispered, "I don't blame you."

"Whoa—"

"it's not your fault."

The baby wailed louder in return.

"You didn't choose to be born," Yu Chirui murmured as if he had never heard of it, "They brought you into this world without authorization, how can you blame you for replacing them?"

There was a muffled thunder, heavy rain poured outside the mourning hall, and countless white flags swayed in the wind like long snakes.

"—Do you really think so?" That devilishly seductive voice full of malice suddenly appeared again: "You ruined your relatives and families as soon as you were born, are you really so clear of conscience?"

The cry of the baby in her arms became thinner and longer at some point, dragging a malicious tail tune, like countless ghosts gloating and whispering in the ear:

"Your status as the sword sect is obviously obtained by defeating relatives?"

"If you're born mediocre, you'll be fine. In fact, you've been secretly lucky, haven't you?"

"How dare you be alive?"

…

With a bang, Yu Chirui knelt heavily on the mausoleum ground, covered his ears with both hands, and squeezed out the blood-soaked teeth with every word: "Shut up, you are just an illusion, you shut up—"

The ghosts laughed together: "Only in the illusion can you hear the most real voice in your heart!"

"Poke your ears deaf!"

"You can't hear when you're dead. Why aren't you dead?"

…

"Shut up! Shut the **** up!—"

The sprites and phantoms are shadowy, like thousands of ghost claws pulling his soul, falling into the depths of the most deadly mire in the illusion. Yu Chirui seemed to be struggling in the boundless flames of karma, in extreme pain but unable to fully wake up no matter what, he saw a familiar face condescendingly watching him, it was Fahua Immortal.

Then the pale corpse closed its eyes, turned around and left, disappearing into the depths of the tomb passage.

The whimpering sound of the wind was getting closer and closer, and the group of corpses that had been scattered just now gathered together again, appearing in twos and threes around the tomb, and gradually gathered into a ring-shaped wall of corpses.

They were all senior masters of various schools and sects, dressed in different styles of mortuary clothes, with rotten eye sockets that could not be closed, staring straight at the only two living people from all directions.

"...Ying Kai," Yu Chirui gasped violently, the sense of tearing intertwined between illusion and reality made him unsteady, and tremblingly grasped the Rakshata sword: "Are you still awake?"

Not far behind, Ying Kai collapsed in front of the coffin without a sound.

Yu Chirui closed his bloodshot eyes heavily, and opened them suddenly after a while. The ordinary cultivator had already lost his mind and became obsessed with madness at this moment. He could only barely maintain consciousness by biting the tip of his tongue, clang! With a sound of Rakshasa unsheathing, he paused between his teeth and said:

"bring it on."

As if stimulated by the smell of the living, the corpses let out screams one after another, dragging their stiff steps forward at the same time!

——At the moment when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, a brisk tune came from the end of the tomb passage.

It came too abruptly, like a gust of fresh wind suddenly blowing in the strong corpse air. Yu Chirui's first reaction was that he heard it wrong, but then a figure really flashed in the tomb passage, his body was thin and not full grown, his hands were behind his back, he looked around curiously; juvenile.

Is it hallucination?

Such an ugly singing voice can only appear in hallucinations, right?

In fact, the melody itself is very familiar to Yu Chirui, but the visitor is so tone-deaf that there is not even a single note in tune from the beginning to the end. The more outrageous it gets. Yu Chirui's soul had been severely wounded at first, but at this moment, after hearing this heartbreaking song that seemed like a little fox hanged himself, the breath that he was struggling to hold on just now was suddenly stimulated into blood rushing straight to the sky, and he knelt down on the spot, spitting out wow There was a mouthful of old blood!

Immediately afterwards, the rapidly approaching zombies stopped and stood in place one after another, as if they had suddenly entered a state of sleepwalking.

what happened?

Yu Chirui's sanity was no longer enough to support his thinking, and he saw the densely packed zombies suddenly receding to the distance, and they disappeared like a tide in a short while!

Gong Wei rushed forward with a stride, and finally stopped the terrible singing, which can be called uncanny craftsmanship, and supported Yu Chirui, tears filled his eyes with excitement: "Ah Rui! Who hurt you like this?! Where is my senior brother?" ? Brother! What's wrong with you, brother!"

Gong Wei scrambled and crawled to check on Ying Kai, suddenly his arm tightened, and Yu Chirui grabbed it tightly. I saw that his eyes were red and moist, and his vision was loose and blurred, but driven by a strong instinct, he forced out a few words:

"Too, too ugly..."

"..." Gong Wei said coldly: "Yu Chirui, I haven't seen you in sixteen years, don't force me to slap you as soon as we meet."

Yu Chirui couldn't tell whether it was another illusion before him, so he staggered and fell to the ground.

The illusion cast by the corpse just now was powerful enough to be fatal, even if another Golden Core cultivator came, he would have died instantly. Yuchirui's nails pierced deeply into the muscles of the palm, and the blood flowed across the fingers, so that he could barely maintain the last trace of consciousness:

"Quick, hurry up and call someone..."

"Gong... Fahua Immortal Venerable..."

Gong Wei was busy dragging Ying Kai out from the ruins, panting, "Yes, it's me. Can you express your joy of reunion after a long absence later?"

Yu Chirui choked out another mouthful of blood, and continued to fill in the second half of the sentence: "Fahua Immortal... cheated the corpse... ran away..."

Gong Wei almost thought that he had heard it wrong, so he stopped abruptly, and turned his head back for a long time in disbelief.

In the golden circle in the distance, there are four huge dark golden coffins arranged in a circle, the third of which is wide open, and the inside is empty.

"..." Gong Wei couldn't believe it: "Is it me who cheated on the corpse?"

Even the reincarnation of the soul can cheat the corpse, and a corpse can perform illusions to trick Yu Chirui, and then escape from Ying Kai's hands, what is the reason for this?

Gong Wei slowly turned his eyes to the appalling seniors and friends on the ground, and finally felt a little guilty for being late.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He rubbed his hands guiltily, and said awkwardly, "I'll get myself back and press myself into the coffin, don't worry."