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Only two flickering will-o'-the-wisps remained; the bridge of his nose had long since rotted away into a bloody hole.
It was crawling with plump white maggots, which were burrowing into his skull with each breath.
It was none other than Yin Jiuyou, whom they had cast into the abyss three years ago, someone whose remains should have been lost forever!
He was holding a bronze coffin, about half a person's height, its surface covered with twisted runes.
Thick, black blood was seeping from the cracks, dripping onto the rocks with a hissing, corrosive sound and wisps of black smoke.
Even more chilling was the sight of twelve bronze golems floating behind him.
The joints of these puppets were covered with barbed bone spurs.
Each piece of armor gleamed with a cold, hard light, and the scarlet flames flickering in its eye sockets were even more eerie than they had been three years ago.
Wherever it passed, even the hard rocks emitted a grayish-black, corrosive fumes.
"Jingni Sword, how have you been?" Yin Jiuyou's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of a rusty bellows.
Each word carried a sharp, metallic scraping sound.
His gaze swept over the short blade at Jing Ni's waist, and his rotting mouth twisted into a strange arc, revealing broken, blackish-yellow teeth.
A chilling aura suddenly rose around Jing Ni, and her longsword was drawn with a clang.
The cold light reflected in her eyes, making them surge with murderous intent: "Yin Jiuyou! You're still alive!"
"Clang—" The Azure Sky Sword emitted a clear and melodious sound.
Lu Shaoyou had already stepped in front of the crowd, nine sword shadows swirling around him.
As the sword energy crisscrossed, even the air itself was cut with tiny cracks:
"I didn't let you perish in the abyss back then, but I let you, this demon, live on until now, nurturing such a scourge!"
Yin Jiuyou suddenly let out a piercing, eerie laugh, which made his black robes tremble violently.
Maggots from the corpse aura fell to the ground: "Calamity? Today, none of you so-called righteous people will step out of Qingcheng Mountain!"
His withered, bony hand suddenly slammed heavily onto the bronze coffin.
A muffled thud resounded, as if striking the hearts of everyone present.
In an instant, the surrounding space suddenly twisted and deformed.
The once clear sky was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.
Dozens of dark figures emerged from the void like ghosts, landing silently.
Only the black chain around his waist dragged on the ground, making a soft "clattering" sound.
The seven leading figures were bound by the Dark River's signature black chains.
The chains were coated with a dark green corpse poison, which gleamed with an eerie green light in the sunlight.
It emitted a nauseating, fishy stench.
They wore ferocious bronze masks on their faces, each inscribed with one of the seven characters: "greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love, evil, and desire."
It was the Dark River (Money) organization that was known for its terrifying "Seven Killers"!
"Wei Changxuan," Yin Jiuyou's gaze fell on Wei Changxuan at the back of the crowd.
A venomous look appeared on his rotting face. "The Primordial Scripture in your arms should have a new owner today!"
He shrieked and swung his arm, and twelve bronze puppets instantly transformed into twelve afterimages as they pounced.
The clanging of the bronze joints echoed through the valley like a death knell.
Chapter 433 Battle Against the Twelve Fiend Corpses!
"careful!"
As soon as Wei Changxuan's warning sounded, the golden wings on his back suddenly spread out.
The pair of shimmering wings unfolded in the twilight, each feather seemingly forged from molten gold.
The edges shimmered with a faint golden light, and in an instant, it covered half of the cliff.
The primordial energy within his body surged forth like a mighty river, pouring out from his outstretched golden wings.
It transformed into a semi-transparent golden barrier in front of him, steadily blocking the surging black mist outside.
"It's the Three Corpse Poisonous Fiends of the Dark River!" He stared at the writhing arm in the black mist, the light in his golden eyes darkening.
"If this stuff touches even a tiny bit of flesh, it will travel through the blood vessels and into the heart."
Within half an hour, it will transform into a corpse-devouring gu that devours its host!
Jingni's sword is always 800 faster than the warning words.
The moment Wei Changxuan finished speaking, the longsword in her hand transformed into a streak of azure light.
It pierced the air with a "whoosh".
The pale blue sword light cast a long, trailing shadow in the twilight, like a rainbow piercing the sun after a rainstorm.
With a chilling sharpness, he swiftly severed one of the bluish-gray arms at the root with a "whoosh".
Instead of blood, a foul-smelling black liquid gushed from the cut, which then splattered on the ground and began to emit white smoke.
The severed arm fell to the ground, and the moment it touched the dust, it suddenly twisted violently.
The bluish-gray skin and flesh visibly contracted and deformed, in the blink of an eye.
With a "hiss," it transformed into a jet-black venomous snake, its scales still glistening with undried black liquid.
The snake's mouth suddenly opened, revealing two venomous fangs as thin as needles, and it lunged at Mu Nanzhi, who was closest to it, with a foul stench.
Before anyone could gasp in surprise, a ghostly blue flame flickered at Yan Lingji's fingertips.
The red mole at the corner of her eye shone brightly in the firelight, and with a gentle wave of her slender hand...
A chain of fire shot out like a spiritual serpent, carrying a scorching wave of heat, and precisely wrapped around the black snake.
The blue flames surged instantly, enveloping the black snake layer by layer like a lotus flower.
The snake let out a sharp hiss, and within moments it was burned and curled up.
In the end, it turned into a clump of charred ashes, the stench of burning lingering even in the wind, leaving a small black mark on the ground.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
Yin Jiuyou's chilling laughter rolled out from the billowing black mist.
It sounded like a rusty iron saw gnawing at dry bones, or like the hiss of a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
Every syllable was shrouded in an unyielding chill.
His figure appeared and disappeared in the thick black fog, only revealing a pair of venomous eyes.
He stared intently at Jing Ni, who had sheathed her sword and stood there: "The little girl's swordsmanship has improved quite a bit."
The Azure Sky Sword Qi that surged forth with the flick of his wrist was more than 30% sharper than it had been three years ago.
It seems he's put in a lot of hard work honing his swordsmanship over the past three years by Wei Changxuan's side.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Shaoyou suddenly straightened his longsword, the tip pointing diagonally at the northwest sky.
A subtle hint of seriousness crept into his previously calm voice:
"It's not just that old ghost Yin Jiuyou! In the clouds to the northwest..."
At least seven more powerful auras are approaching at an extremely fast speed!
Before the words were even finished, seven dark figures pierced through the clouds like swooping eagles, descending from the sky with a sharp whistling sound.
Their toes touched the rocks at the edge of the cliff, making a dull "thud" sound.
The hard rock was shaken open by this seemingly casual step, creating tiny cracks.
The leader was a tall, thin martial artist with narrow shoulders and a slender waist, but who had unusually large, fan-like hands.
Each held a crescent-shaped double hook in their hand, the hook blades gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light in the deepening twilight.
Upon closer inspection, the hook tip was still covered with tiny, frost-like crystals—a sign that the hook had been thoroughly coated with deadly poison.
Chapter 434 Battle, Seven Kills of the Dark River!
With a "whoosh," the Mountain and River Fan in Sikong Yan's hand unfolded, the fan ribs colliding and producing a clear, crisp sound.
The famous mountains and rivers painted on the fan seem to be infused with spirit; the majesty of Mount Tai and the rushing of the Yellow River are lifelike, and even the clouds and mist seem to be flowing slowly.
He lightly waved his folding fan, his gaze sweeping sharply over the seven dark figures, a cold, sharp smile curving his lips:
"The Seven Killers of the Dark River have always been solitary and rarely go out together."
"Today, the entire army has come out for Young Master Wei. It seems the Heavenly Pivot Order has even more influence than I imagined."
"Young Master Wei."
The warrior wielding the double hooks took a step forward, crushing the pebbles beneath his feet into dust.
His voice was like two pieces of ice frozen for ten years rubbing against each other, cold and hard, carrying a chilling malice.
"Those who know what's good for them will obediently hand over the Heavenly Pivot Token. We'll spare you the trouble of considering the name of your Primordial Holy Land."
Perhaps they might take pity on you and leave you with a complete corpse, so you can rest in peace in your grave.
Upon hearing this, Yan Lingji's ever-smiling peach blossom eyes instantly narrowed.
The red mole at the corner of his eye took on a fierce hue in the twilight.
The blue flame at her fingertips suddenly flickered, its temperature so high that ripples appeared in the surrounding air. She gave a soft scoff and said:
"What arrogance! Aren't you afraid the wind will bite your tongue and blow down your underground river stronghold?"
Before she finished speaking, her slender hand shot forward, and a condensed chain of fire darted out like a sentient serpent.
With crackling sparks and scorching heat, it aimed straight for the face of the hook-wielding warrior.
Where the flames swept, even the black mist laid down by Yin Jiuyou sizzled as it burned.
Wisps of smoke rose up, revealing the cliff face that was faintly visible behind.
The mountain wind suddenly howled, carrying with it the smell of newly lit smoke and the lingering stench of decay.
It spun and roared on the cliff.