My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 850 - 517: Kill Wang Jian (4-in-1 Bonus - )

Chen Yi raised his eyes, as if he suddenly realized something, and turned around saying, "Let's go."

The Old Saintess breathed a sigh of relief, by means of persuasion, finally calming down this identity-uncertain person.

In the next moment, however, a sentence dropped from his mouth,

"Let's go, to kill Wang Jian."

...........

The bronze wheels rolled, crushing the skeletal remains they passed over, like grinding the wild grass on the roadside. The soldiers on the carriage paid little attention.

Under the ancient face armor, a faint old sound could be heard: "Tai Sha..."

As the two words fell, they shook the bronze chariot, as Zhao Shourui, seated on the tiger-headed throne, looked increasingly grim.

With time passing, this resurrected Ghost Lord Wang Jian seemed to be regaining past intelligence, increasingly resisting his control.

The night wind blew through the corpse soldiers and generals, bringing the unpleasant smell of copper rust. Withered leaves carried the miasma across, Zhao Shourui's purple robes lightly trembled. In this sinister place, even Taoists like him felt as though their flesh was being stripped away.

Zhao Shourui slightly turned his face, greedily gazing at the sword scars on the armor.

Those were left by Emperor Zhenwu when vanquishing bandits and demons.

His obsession with awakening this Ghost Lord was secondary to searching for White Lotus Sect people; more importantly, Zhao Shourui, a High-level Master, discovered the profoundness of these sword scars.

So exquisite, so... marvelous, each move seemed overlaid with the majestic heavenly power of Emperor Zhenwu!

His eyes flashed like lightning, suppressing demons, a thousand chariots like clouds imposing over nine lands! Ghosts and gods subjugated, dragons and tigers hidden, shaking the Five Great Mountains, all beings submitting!

He memorized them in his heart, planning to copy them upon returning to True Martial Mountain, allowing the mountain to reclaim an ancient inheritance... and if the Tai Sha Sword is reclaimed too, True Martial Mountain would seem to have the Emperor's presence! Zhao Shourui's gaze burned hotter than before, with turbulent waves stirring within his heart.

Ye Liangcai glanced sideways at Zhao Shourui's fanatical expression. The cold wind was particularly bone-chilling, causing him to shiver. He was already struggling to comprehend this purple-robed High Priest; now he was even more confused.

Everything happening in Corpse Valley was far beyond his control, yet it fell into the hands of this True Martial Mountain purple-robed High Priest, who no longer possessed the benevolent demeanor he once had. His brows became increasingly sharp, his gaze filled with thorns, making him seem aged yet undying... Perhaps it was Ye Liangcai's illusion, but Zhao Shourui seemed enveloped in an ancient killing aura incongruent with him.

Swoosh.

The wind and waves suddenly halted in the distance.

The bronze chariot beneath him trembled gently. The Ghost Lord's armor moved with his rapid breaths. Zhao Shourui drew back from his thoughts and looked into the distance, seeing at the end of the cold valley a figure carrying a sword and a blade.

A blade and a sword, the Daoist still stood calmly as if his lips were moving, his voice carried by the wind,

"Proceed to court."

Solemn, grand.

The sound was like a thunderous gavel striking abruptly, as if a torrential rain poured down, making the legion of corpses in the valley go wild like madness in an instant!

..........

A tide of corpse mountains and bloody seas surged forward, the standing weapons shattered the bright moon.

One blade and one sword,

Chen Yi began breaking the formation.

The figure stepped forward, pulling out from the moonlight a path of thunder. Blade and sword simultaneously thrust into the corpse mountains and bloody seas, countless ancient weapons disturbed yet unable to touch even a corner of his clothes. Only the bright arcs from the blade and sword swept across unprotected areas like necks, and black corpse blood sprang wildly, quickly evaporating into dense miasma upon hitting the ground.

The corpse people did not understand "death"; even as dozens of corpse soldiers collapsed instantly, more kept flowing relentlessly, intending to entomb the living Yin Official here and even make him one of their own. Those at the forefront abandoned weapon-wielding skills, relying on numbers to crush him, but the figure was too swift, already behind them with another quick step before the encirclement was complete.

The bronze chariot rolled over bones like withered grass, dropping decayed flesh onto its mottled chassis.

The eyes of the Ghost Lord driving the chariot flared with phosphorescence, under the ancient face armor, a broken voice leaked: "Tai... Sha... "

Two words struck like a heavy hammer upon a bell, shaking the bronze chariot intensely.

Zhao Shourui tightly grasped the Peach Wood Sword, fingers turning white, golden light flashing from his brow. This Ghost Lord Wang Jian was breaking free from his bindings, the aura seeping from armor crevices forming intricate patterns..... such intense obsession.

The towering body trembled incessantly, seeming to crack open its armor from the inside out,

The yin wind swept across the copper rusted purple robe, Zhao Shourui suddenly held his breath not from fear of Chen Yi breaking the corpse tide alone, but because the sword scars on the Ghost Lord's chest armor emitted golden light, slowly suppressing the struggling Ghost Lord Wang Jian.

The True Martial Demon-Sweeping Sword Intent endured for a thousand years, still crawling like a coiled dragon in the rust below, he obsessively measured the sword scars' paths with his fingertips; this move is... the lost "Celestial Battle Demon Conquest." If fully comprehended, many lost Swordsmanship of True Martial Mountain could reappear in the world. Let alone...

"Clang!"

The bronze chariot suddenly shook violently, Zhao Shourui abruptly raised his head. Thirty miles away, the miasma met the scorching sun, splitting into a gorge of celestial light.

Watching the figure carry a long blade, suspend a long sword, striding over the boiling corpse water.

Blade and sword unsheathed, already dispelling the yin wind within a hundred feet radius.

"Thunder follows heaven's order, urgently as stipulated."

Chen Yi lightly tapped the Thunder Talisman, instantly causing thunder to erupt from his palm.

Not the Five Thunders Righteous Method of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, but resembling the talisman drawn by Taihua Mountain, every stroke made by Yin Weiyin himself.

Lightning exploded, the front row of corpse soldiers and generals knelt in response, rotten heads burst into fireworks, laying a dazzling galaxy on scorched earth.