Chapter 227 Jinjiang
Although under the power of Ye Li, the entire Nanming Mountain fell into a state of stillness, neither life nor death.
However, because the corpse in the hanging coffin had long been transformed by the master into a monster that was neither human nor ghost, it was unexpectedly not affected at this moment and instead became the most agile being.
Thousands of corpses surrounded them from all directions, and red eyeballs looked eerie and terrifying in the black fog.
They move very fast.
Although it is a dead body, it is not completely stiff because there is a residual soul trapped in the body, and it still has some control over its limbs that it once had when it was alive.
Almost as soon as the master gave the order, the corpses began to climb up the mountain wall. When you blinked your eyes, you would find that the red light was getting closer and closer to you with the tiny crackling sounds, and even left a trail of red afterimages in the black fog.
This is a scene that would make anyone who see it feel horrified to the point of their scalp tingling.
The audience in front of Yan Shixun's split screen were so frightened that they dared not breathe. They held their breath and prayed that Yan Shixun would be able to turn the danger into safety and be fine.
However, the person concerned looked calm, without a trace of panic on his handsome face.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and looked downward. All his anger and regret turned into cold murderous intent.
How many of those corpses can be saved?
there is none left.
Either they have turned into a monster like Liu Ming, or even their souls are trapped among the dry bones, unable to find freedom and rest.
So, what else is there for him to hesitate about?
The master said that he wanted to give happiness to life, but he didn't even understand people. Even if there was still one corpse left that could be saved, he would be restrained because of this.
However, the master's actions were too ruthless and left him with more room to display his abilities.
Yan Shixun thought so and sneered in his heart. He took a step forward with his long legs and made some hand gestures, wanting to go towards the corpses.
But Ye Li next to him grabbed his arm.
"You don't have to go."
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Ye Li in surprise.
Ye Li's gaze pierced through the thick black fog and fell to the bottom of the thousand-foot cliff.
Those corpses were not even qualified to occupy his field of vision.
In the abyss shrouded by black fog, figures gradually emerged from the fog, and tall and burly outlines could be vaguely discerned.
They were wearing armor that shone coldly, and they held long swords tightly at their waists. There was only darkness under the armor, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but they looked murderous, as if they were waiting for the general's order to draw their swords and go into battle at any time.
The war horses roared and their spears pointed straight into the abyss.
Rows of soldiers were lined up in neat rows, with no end in sight, as if the darkness under the cliff stretched into the distance, and there were hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers.
The flags are flying high and the pressure is heavy and sharp.
Just as Ye Li lowered his eyes to look down the cliff, the soldiers seemed to have received some kind of instruction. They raised their armor, which had been silently hanging down, in unison and looked upwards.
For a moment, the sounds of metal colliding overlapped and echoed among the mountains.
Swords were drawn, horses raised their hooves, the soldiers fixed their firm and cold gazes on the corpses climbing up the cliff, and instantly launched an offensive charge.
The soldiers galloped up the mountain wall, even the steep peaks were as flat as flat ground, and the momentum of the sharp attack pressed down on them, causing even the corpses that were neither living nor dead to follow the remaining instinctive desire for survival of their souls, hesitate to pause their movements, and turn around to look down.
The magnificent array was reflected in every pair of red eyes.
The darkness did not interfere with the soldiers' vision or hinder their steps at all.
They originally existed in the darkness, walking hand in hand with death, following the will of their master to guard Fengdu and protect the human world.
And under the command of the commander-
Anyone who disrupts the order of life and death will die!
The corpse on the cliff that had been rushing towards Yan Shixun and Ye Li with murderous intent was now so frightened under the heavy pressure that the entire skeleton was shaking violently, and the bones collided with each other, making a "creaking" sound.
Their original ferocious aura disappeared instantly when faced with the truly elite Yin soldiers. Instead, they became terrified and panicked, scattering in all directions, fleeing for their lives.
Under such absolute suppression, the instinctive desire to survive left in the remaining souls prevailed, and the orders from the master could no longer command them.
The master, who was originally laughing wildly and complacently, didn't feel happy for too long before he was shocked to find that the corpses were like weak prey being chased by wild beasts. They were fleeing in all directions among the mountains, but they didn't dare to get close to where Ye Li and Yan Shixun were.
The master couldn't help but roar: "What's going on? What are you doing!"
"Is this what you want to use against me?"
Ye Li's low, magnetic voice came from not far away, with a condescending indifference, like a ghost or god sitting high on the altar, looking down on the tiny ants and dust below.
"Unbreakable."
Ye Li's voice was cold and without a trace of warmth. Even in the darkness, he still accurately locked onto the direction of his master.
His gaze penetrated the bloody battlefield, and between the swords and bones, he looked straight at his master.
"Nan Heye, twenty years ago, you managed to escape by chance, but now all your escape routes have been cut off. Nanming Mountain has been cut off from the heaven and earth, entering a gap between life and death - where else can you escape?"
The master was shocked, and his original anger at the escaped corpse turned into fear of Ye Li at this glance.
It was as if all the preparations he had not dared to stop day and night for the past twenty years were in vain, and he was still the same person he was twenty years ago, so small and powerless in front of ghosts and gods that he didn't even have the ability to resist.
The shadow of the past once again gripped the master, and the confidence that had just swelled up in him, like a balloon that had been inflated, disappeared in an instant.
He subconsciously took a few steps back, looking around panickily, trying to hide in the darkness.
From the bottom of the cliff came the crisp buzzing sound of armor and metal colliding, the long sword fell, blood and flesh splattered, and the bones shattered with a teeth-grinding "crack!"
The warhorse neighed and raised its hooves high, then dropped heavily, trampling the zombies into a piece of flesh and blood, which smeared on the mountain wall and flowed down along the cracks in the rocks.
A foul smell filled the air.
The battle situation, which originally gave the master the upper hand because of the corpses that were neither alive nor dead, was reversed in an instant.
——The central gate of Fengdu was tightly closed, and the ghost refused to come out, saying that there was no hope for salvation in the human world.
But even if they had not appeared, no exorcist or any ghost dared to despise Fengdu.
The soldiers who once fought on the battlefield also followed their commander into Fengdu, where they silently defended the city between yin and yang, life and death.
And when a hundred thousand ghost soldiers reappeared on the battlefield... they were in absolute victory.
Yan Shixun looked at everything below with cold eyes, the corners of his lips curled slightly, he sneered and took a step forward.
"Nantian is still with Master. I will go and bring him out."
Yan Shixun's eyes were heavy: "Grandma Nan once used her own death to destroy Master's power. We cannot let Master kill Nan Tian and regain power."
Ye Li nodded slightly: "Do whatever you want to do, don't worry about anything. Shi Xun, I'm by your side."
Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li deeply, then leaped and rushed straight to where his master was.
Ye Li also moved, and before his master noticed Yan Shixun, he stepped into the black fog in the air and walked towards his master step by step.
His eyes were fixed on the master's master. There was no warmth in his narrow pupils, and his gaze was sharp as if it had substance, making the master's master, who was being stared at, feel the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
Every step Ye Li took was slow, but was accompanied by strong winds and heavy pressure.
It was as if the entire world was looking at this, and following his footsteps, pressing down on the master.
The master felt that even his breathing began to become difficult and trembling.
He could no longer keep calm.
The Winter Solstice Festival was ruined by the evil spirits that entered his bones, preventing him from gaining strength. Even the corpses, which he regarded as his greatest source of strength, were easily suppressed by the ghosts and gods, and could not even threaten the exorcist.
At this moment, he was like a player on the chessboard who had played all his cards, but on the other side, there was a large army waiting in line, eyeing him covetously, and his majesty was not to be offended.
The strong wind blew up Ye Li's ink-black long hair. He seemed to come from the sky, hanging in the air and walking towards the sinful soul in the darkness.
Death is at his feet, corpses are piled up on the altar, and the ghosts and gods are high above, looking down at the world indifferently, watching the souls that are about to be judged tremble in fear at his feet.
"Nan Heye, 320 years old, has killed 2,469 lives and imprisoned 3,783 souls. He escaped from Fengdu's judgment, disrupted the order of life and death, and attempted to seize the Great Dao to become a god."
"There are numerous crimes, and there is no excuse for them."
Ye Li looked down at his master from a high position, and said coldly without any emotion: "There is no place for you in Fengdu, and there is no name for you in the human world or the underworld. You do not exist anywhere, and you have no place to return to."
"The only final outcome is to be reduced to ashes and disappear forever."
"This is the Fengdu Judgment."
With every word Ye Li said, the fear on the master's face grew a little more intense. He subconsciously shook his head and stepped back, trying to distance himself from Ye Li, as if this could delay the arrival of the inevitable ending.
At the same time, the master did not dare to slack off and tried his best to absorb the power coming from the coffin.
The presence of the coffin under the skin made the master's image look hideous and terrifying. Even yellow chrysanthemums emerged from his mouth, nose and eyes, swaying and blooming in every wound on his skin.
But even though he was in a terrible state, the master no longer cared about him.
He is like an old man who is about to die but is afraid of death. He has given up everything for the last chance of survival.
However, Master, whose attention was drawn to Ye Li above, did not see...
Just behind him, a slender figure approached swiftly and silently.
Yan Shixun hid himself in the darkness, using the black fog as his best cover, and quickly jumped down from the air. With his body as agile and flexible as a large cat, he made use of every rock protrusion on the mountain wall and constantly adjusted his posture and direction between jumps, allowing himself to approach his master silently from behind without being noticed.
On the battlefield, the ghost soldiers' unilateral killing of corpses continued.
However, those soldiers seemed to have recognized Yan Shixun's identity long ago. Not only did they not hinder Yan Shixun's actions, but they instantly opened a path for him when he passed by, wielded their swords to clear obstacles for Yan Shixun, bowed silently but respectfully, and watched Yan Shixun gallop past.
The corpses were nailed to death by the soldiers' swords and spears, leaving these monsters, neither alive nor dead, no chance to interfere with Yan Shixun and Ye Li.
Yan Shixun always felt that something seemed not right, and he couldn't help but turn around while running, looking at the ghost soldiers on both sides in confusion.
However, he received only a respectful bow.
Yan Shixun: ...? There was something a little weird, as if these ghost soldiers also worshipped him as their master.
However, time was running out, so Yan Shixun just put his doubts aside for the time being and went back to his goal, quietly landing behind his master in the darkness.
When the master's mind was shaken violently, all his attention and vigilance were focused on Ye Li in front of him, but because of his panic, he was caught off guard and did not notice that Yan Shixun was approaching behind him.
By the time the master finally realized it, it was too late.
"What god cannot be defeated, what ghost dares to face, it's Nanhe!"
With a loud shout, Yan Shixun grabbed the air with his palm, and the golden light turned the air into a long sword, which he held tightly in his hand.
Then, point straight at the master's head from behind.
"Your sins must be paid for!"
Ye Li and Yan Shixun moved quickly at the same time, one in front and one behind.
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