Junior Disciple C

Chapter 171

This palm contained terrifying strength, and Feng Ye was thrown backwards from the blow.

The internal organs that had already been injured by the headless ghost were injured again, and fresh blood spewed out of his throat uncontrollably again, and there were still some solids in the blood foam, like ruptured organs.

It only took a few seconds from the time when the ghost-faced priest jumped off the high platform to when Feng Ye was blown away. It was so fast that everyone looked at Feng Ye, who was clutching his chest and vomiting blood, and their brains hadn't realized what was going on.

After a few breaths, the crowd finally reacted belatedly.For a moment, the expressions on everyone's faces were like flipped mirrors, and the pros and cons before and after the flip were divided by their respective camps.

On the side of the Xiqiang people, the panic turned into surprise, their priests spared a hand, and in addition to the eight ghost generals, Xiqiang actually had a ghost king.

The ghost-faced priest used living people to refine ghosts. This was a crazy act, but his madness was far better than ordinary people thought. He also used the magic of refining ghosts on himself.

He is the strongest evil spirit in Xiqiang, he is the king of all ghosts!

On Feng Ye's side, those who were slaves with Feng Ye, seeing this scene, Feng Ye's joy of defeating the headless ghost was instantly overwhelmed by panic.

This panic reached its peak when the Ghost Face Priest casually glanced at the crowd after defeating Feng Ye.

His face was blocked by the ghost's face, so he couldn't see his true face clearly, and his figure was not very tall, he was the stature of an ordinary person, and Batu was even a little taller than him.

But his hands exposed from the sleeves are pale and thin, like a skeleton that hasn't seen the sun for a long time, revealing the gloom in the depths of hell.

His power was even more unfathomable. Everyone could see Feng Ye's strength, but even if he was so powerful, he couldn't even block a single move from this ghost-faced priest.

Fortunately, the ghost-faced priest had no intention of attacking them for the time being. He glanced at the crowd, and then turned to Feng Ye's direction.

The person who was knocked to the ground by him had vomited blood that had stained the front of his shirt red, but Feng Ye still tried to stand up.

He clenched the handle of the gun and straightened his curled back inch by inch.He told everyone with his own actions that he has not lost yet!

The ghost-faced priest squinted his eyes, the enemy was so stubborn... He suddenly spread his five fingers across his body, and with a weak grip, a strong suction force overflowed from his palm.

Around the Colosseum, there are soldiers standing guard, and the soldiers standing guard are equipped with weapons on their waists. The ghost-faced priest has very precise control over power. The invisible suction guide flew straight into his hand.

It was invisible to others, but not to Hao Chen who was outside the illusion. He could see the black mist pouring out from the sleeve of the ghost-faced priest like a rope, and pulled out the sword.

Hao Chen was taken aback. The black mist was undoubtedly the power of resentment, but the ghost-faced priest could actually control the power of resentment?

No, Hao Chen immediately denied himself in his heart. It should be the soul who played the role of the ghost-faced priest in the illusion, and could actually control the power of resentment.

This illusion is a puppet play, a choreographed play performed by the countless souls that the monster swallowed with the Eternal Vision.

These puppet-like souls may not really be Xiqiang people before they were alive, they were just endowed with this identity in this illusion, just like those slaves of foreign races may not really be slaves.

So, this soul who plays the ghost priest is...

A name appeared in Hao Chen's mind, a name that had no news after they fell into the Eternal Vision.

Cao Zirui's thoughts coincided with Hao Chen's, but it wasn't because the ghost-faced priest just drew the sword with the power of resentment, but because of the sword move.

After the ghost-faced priest got the hilt of the sword, he began to wrestle with Feng Ye. Feng Ye was injured one after another, and his physical strength was exhausted.

The weapon he used was not even the long sword he was best at, but a long wooden barn. Under all kinds of disadvantages, he naturally lost to the ghost-faced priest.

But Ghost Face Priest didn't win easily, not because he couldn't do it, but because he didn't want to.

Just like he didn't let the headless ghost defeat Feng Ye immediately, he enjoyed the fun of playing with his prey.

His tone of speech was careless, and his sword moves were also careless, but carelessness would leave a wound on Feng Ye's body from time to time.

Hao Chen and Fang Yang focused their attention on Feng Ye, who was getting worse and worse, while Cao Zirui stared blankly at the man wearing the ghost mask.

Even though the ghost-faced priest didn't use particularly representative sword moves, Cao Zirui could see the shadow of Ling Xiao's sword technique. It was the sword technique created by Ling Yun. In the world, besides him, only Ling Yun could make it.

In other words, this ghost-faced priest is...

"That's right, he is Ling Yun." As if he had seen through the thoughts of Hao Chen and Cao Zirui, the man directly pointed it out.

The three of Hao Chen turned their heads to look at him, and saw him snap his fingers suddenly, the colorful world faded before his eyes, and what he saw in his eyes became the same as before, only black shadows remained.

This is the truth of the Emberless Vision, which was only revealed because all the power of resentment rushed towards Feng Ye and formed a vacuum around him.And now it is revealed again, because of the owner of the illusion.

This place was originally his territory, and what he wanted Hao Chen and the others to see, the truth or the illusion, was naturally controlled by him.

It was just a casual snap of the fingers, and the world in his eyes changed.

The buildings in Xiqiang are no longer there, only the endless darkness and the same dark shadows in the darkness.

These shadows couldn't distinguish faces, men and women, and they were tightly clustered together like ghosts.

And among these shadows, there is one that is particularly noticeable, and that is Feng Ye's soul. His soul fire has not been extinguished, so in the darkness, there is a faint light emitting.

But apart from Feng Ye, among these shadows that all looked the same, there was one that was different from the others.

This slight difference was not obvious, so that none of Hao Chen and the others noticed him before.

It was the shadow of the ghost-faced priest, and it was also the shadow of Ling Yun.

Although there is only black in the eyes, there are also shades of black, just like the difference in the severity of ink marks. If the rest of the shadows are light ink, then the pen that painted Ling Yun must be thick ink, and it was repeatedly painted , the kind of thick ink that keeps getting heavier.

In the thick black, there is no light at all.

His soul fire was extinguished.

When did it go out?

Was it more than a month ago, when they strayed into the Infinity Vision, and Ling Yun also fell here again due to the control of that monster?

No, maybe earlier.

A hundred years ago, the building trees collapsed, the sky fire fell to the ground, and when Ling Yun came to the Emberless Vision for the first time, it was already extinguished.

So he is full of resentment, he has Ling Yun's appearance, Ling Yun's swordsmanship, and even Ling Yun's soul, but he has only a shape.

Because the most important thing in the soul has already been swallowed up by the huge resentment of the Eternal Vision in the century-old torment of the illusion.

He became the monster's accomplice, helping the monster find Jianmu in the human world and open the passage of Wujin Vision. Although their goals were different and they had internal strife, in the end the monster was superior and forced Ling Yun Coming back here again, and obliterating the last trace of Ling Yun's self, he used it as a puppet to form the illusion.

Ling Yun became the ghost-faced priest feared by everyone in Western Qiang, and also became the monster's best weapon, helping him capture Feng Ye's soul.

After being stabbed by countless swords, Feng Ye finally couldn't stand up.

He knelt on one knee, his clothes soaked in cold sweat and blood.

The ghost-faced priest seemed to appreciate Feng Ye's embarrassment at the moment, standing in front of him not too far away, not in a hurry to give Feng Ye a final blow.

And Feng Ye, even though he has lost all his strength, his fists are still tightly clenched, he can't lose!

But he also clearly knew that there was a gulf in strength between himself and the ghost-faced priest. He could see that the other party hadn't used all his strength, and he could also see that the other party's real strength was probably stronger than the headless ghost.

Under normal conditions, Feng Ye couldn't even defeat the headless ghost who was an extremely evil ghost, let alone the king of all ghosts in front of him.

But... he is not completely helpless.

In the dark, the rusty sword that Feng Ye threw on the ground came to him again during the constant battles with the ghost-faced priest.

The body of the sword is full of traces of rust, and it looks like it will break if it is folded.But Feng Ye knew that as long as he picked up the sword again, he would be able to gain the same incomparable strength as before.

So what about the king of all ghosts, he is stronger than him!

That power made people intoxicated and fascinated, together with the desire in his heart to defeat the ghost-faced priest, it turned into a devil's whisper in his ear.

Feng Ye couldn't help reaching out his hand, wanting to pick up the sword on the ground.

He will use this sword to kill all evil spirits!

Feng Ye couldn't help speeding up the movement of reaching out his hand, but then, another question popped up in his heart.

and then?

What about after killing all the evil spirits?

That is naturally to kill all the creatures here to celebrate his new ghost king.

Almost naturally, Feng Ye replied in his heart.

He lowered his head to pick up the sword. Although the rusty sword was full of rust marks, the hilt was also covered with metal. The reflection of the metal was like a mirror. Feng Ye inadvertently saw his own shadow on it.

What a hideous and distorted face it was. Although it was a human face, it was as ferocious as a ghost returning from hell, which made people startled when they saw it.

Feng Ye was also startled, as if he was woken up from a nightmare, he suddenly realized what he wanted to do just now.

Those terrifying thoughts were still vivid in his memory, and the reason why he had these thoughts out of thin air, Feng Ye looked at the sword on the ground.

The body of the sword has not changed much, it is still full of rust, but Feng Ye still feels that there is an inexplicable strangeness in this sword.And his fingertips had already touched the hilt, and he was almost about to pick it up.

Like an electric shock, Feng Ye suddenly withdrew his hand.And, he kicked it far away.

He knows that picking up this sword will give him unprecedented power, stronger than everyone here, and the ghost priest can no longer compete with him, but... At the same time, he will also lose himself and make some not wanting to do.

Those external resentments will occupy all his sanity, and he will become a vicious ghost full of hatred.

After experiencing that feeling of being swallowed once, Feng Ye knew how difficult it was to get rid of that external resentment.

The other party is too huge. Compared with it, his own emotion is like a snowflake on the snowy mountain. The snowflake wants to stop the avalanche, but he has no other way but to follow the general trend of the avalanche and rush towards the creatures down the mountain.

Therefore, the best way is to cut off this possibility from the root, so that he will not pick up the sword, nor will he become a evil ghost who kills innocent people.

Likewise, he has rejected the power to defeat the Ghost Face Priest.

However, he is not alone. He alone cannot defeat the king of all ghosts. If there are so many of them together, human beings are a race with infinite possibilities. As long as all of them are together, ghosts and monsters will also be illuminated.

Feng Ye asked for help in the direction of the crowd. Although the situation had changed unexpectedly, he had already done what he promised. He defeated the headless ghost.

Then according to the oath, the rest will join him in resisting Xiqiang.

Thinking of this, Feng Ye's spirit, which was weakening due to his injuries, briefly cheered up. When he looked at the crowd, his eyes shone with hope, as bright as the sun.

But the response from the crowd was...

People heard Feng Ye's shout, but they didn't look at Feng Ye. There were various things in their eyes, hesitation about the situation before them, and fear of the ghost-faced priest, but these various things Among things, there is nothing the same.

They did not have the courage to step forward to rescue.

Feng Ye was stunned.

And the face behind the ghost face overlapped with the man outside the phantom, and the corners of their mouths showed the same smile.

The ghost-faced priest suddenly turned his head, and he shouted towards the direction where the slaves gathered: "You criminals dare to offend the majesty of the snake god, there is no forgiveness for this crime!"

When he said the four words "unforgivable crime", he used the accent, revealing a murderous intent, the crowd couldn't help shaking a few times just listening to it.

But he immediately changed the subject and calmed down his tone, like a gift: "But Lord Snake God is merciful, as long as you put down your weapons now and surrender immediately, your sins will be forgiven, and the past will not be blamed."

This sentence is very tempting. Although they promised Feng Ye that as long as they defeated the headless ghost, they would rebel against Xiqiang, but...who would have expected the ghost-faced priest to be so terrifying.

They are just a group of ordinary people, with swords and guns, they can fight with the Xiqiang soldiers by virtue of their numbers, but they don't even have the courage to face the ghost priest... No, just looking at the eyes behind the ghost's face for a moment, I feel my heart tremble, and the weapon in my hand is almost unsteady.

I don't know if I can't hold it steady, or I don't want to hold it steady anymore, but with a "bang", a weapon fell to the ground.

The weapon hit the ground, and it also hit Feng Ye's heart. After being stabbed by Wu Yi, the unshakable thing in his eyes was hit hard again.

This is not the end, but just the beginning.

After a short period of silence, there was another "bang" sound, one after another, one on top of another, countless in number.

The things under Feng Ye's eyes were already full of cracks under the constant heavy blows, but they were still not completely shattered.

After almost all the crowd dropped their weapons, Feng Ye looked at the last person.

Batu looked at the crowd, then at Feng Ye, he hesitated.

With the general situation at this point, it is almost impossible to defeat Xiqiang, and there is only one dead end for the oath to persevere.

If you break the oath, you will be ashamed of Feng Ye...but he can live on.

Batu still wanted to live. He didn't fight Xiqiang to the death like other clansmen did, but was brought here as a slave because he wanted to live.

This desire is still there.In contrast, vows and the like became nothing worth mentioning.

"Bang Dang", the last sound.

The things in Feng Ye's eyes finally completely shattered.

The ghost-faced priest waved his finger, signaling to the soldiers to take the disarmed slaves back into custody, and he pointed at Feng Ye again, as if he had given some order.

Feng Ye didn't hear clearly, his mind went blank, he stayed where he was in a daze, not knowing what he was doing.

He didn't wake up from this dazed state until soldiers held down his shoulders from both sides.

Two soldiers pressed his arms, one left and one right, and dragged him backwards.

Feng Ye's eyes stared straight ahead, at the group of people led by soldiers who were about to leave the Colosseum and return to their cages.

He shouted as if dying, "You resist!"

No one responded.

The crowd just turned their backs and followed the orders of the soldiers obediently, obediently like sheep.

"Batu!"

"Amur!"

"Han Meng!"

Feng Ye yelled their names again, yelling so hard that the sound even broke at the end of the sentence.He called out one by one, but didn't even get a response.

After yelling, Feng Ye didn't know what he was yelling, and what came out of his mouth was no longer a name, but just a meaningless roar.

Roaring at the bottom of his lungs, shouting until his voice was hoarse, shouting until his throat burned like a burning pain.

Finally, the crowd completely left his sight, and Feng Ye's last struggle finally stopped.

The brilliance in his eyes, which represented hope, was completely extinguished, and his eyes were gray and gloomy, like the gloomy sky at the moment.

He seemed to have recognized the reality and stopped shouting.

But his heart seemed to be congested by something, which made it difficult for him to even breathe.

But soon something else distracted him, making him unable to care about the depression in his heart.

It was... an indescribably severe pain.

No matter how powerful the whip is, it can only tear the skin, but this severe pain is not the case. It not only pierces the flesh and blood, it also penetrates deeper, piercing the bones in the flesh and blood. Pierced through the flesh and blood on one side.

The chain with the iron hook penetrated Feng Ye's left shoulder blade, which is also called the lute bone.

His face was pale, and the severe pain made his body tremble uncontrollably, trembling uncontrollably, he bit his lip, biting blood, and finally hid the severe pain in his throat.

But then, when the same sharp pain came from the right side, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He raised his head to the sky and roared wildly like a wild beast. The knot in his heart was released together with this roar, like a rolling river, unstoppable and at the same time, it also washed away some things he had been holding on to.

The darkness surged violently, once again rushing towards Feng Ye with an irreversible trend.

The roars of humans began to change tone, getting farther and farther away from humans, and getting closer to ghosts.

A part of the black mist floated outside Feng Ye's body and rushed straight into the sky. The day was blackened, and the black clouds pressed down on the city, and something gathered and formed in midair.

Like a dragon but not a dragon, its claws have only four toes, and there are no horns on the top of its head.

This is a Jiao.

This dragon is the same as other dragons, with blue scales all over its body, but these scales slowly turned black as the black mist continued to surge. There were protrusions around the four toes and a fifth claw. On the top of his head, It also bulged, and the sharp dragon horns broke out.

He transforms into a dragon with a jiaojiao, but it is not a dragon that represents auspiciousness like the dragon in the heaven.

Rather...

The dragon shadow gathered by the black mist opened its eyes in the air, bright red like blood.

The dragon is alive!

Hao Chen's pupils shrank, and the dragon shape was formed, which meant that those powers of resentment that poured into Feng Ye's body could no longer be driven away, and they had already integrated into Feng Ye's blood!

Just like Feng Ye who was kneeling on the ground being held down by soldiers, the magic dragon roared upwards in mid-air. Chains were locked on his shoulders and back. The chains pierced through the scales, flesh and bones, and bound him here, preventing him from being free.

Along with the roar, there was also a loud laugh.

The man who looked very similar to Feng Ye laughed loudly, laughing almost out of composure.