Chapter 122 Chapter 122
The moment You Lin finished speaking, heavy rain came pouring down.
The few people were in the sky, and the rain was almost pouring down on their heads. Phoenix held a fan in her hand, as if she was using it to pick up something, and then a red barrier appeared out of thin air, covering the few people tightly, blocking the heavy rain that was coming.
The Falling Snow Sword was like a small boat on the sea, swaying under the impact of the waves. Shen Wuming had to exert a lot of effort to stabilize the sword. He looked at his beloved sword in despair as it was soaked by the rain, and was immediately filled with grief and anger: "My Ah Xue..."
Too much rain will really cause rust!
For a sword cultivator, the sword is their lifeblood. Although Shen Wuming has not yet reached the point of treating the sword as his wife, he still treats it as his own daughter.
Then the barrier expanded a little bit, covering the Falling Snow Sword completely.
"Thank you." The anger and sadness that threatened to become a reality suddenly dissipated.
"So your sword is called Axue." Feng Huang asked curiously. As he spoke, a flame appeared on his fingertips, drying up all the rain on the sword.
"Thank you." Shen Wuming did not deny it, and said frankly: "My sword is called Luoxue, and Axue is her nickname."
Seeing this, You Lin silently put away his gun, which had turned into an umbrella. The sharp-eyed Shen Wuming naturally noticed his action and couldn't help but twitch his lips.
It's not uncommon to modify an umbrella into a weapon, but Long Zun is the only one in the world to modify a weapon into an umbrella. He couldn't help but ask, "You actually use it as an umbrella, aren't you afraid of it getting rusty?"
You Lin said calmly: "Only the strong are worthy of being my gun."
The problem of rust on the gun tip was no longer within his consideration. The metal that could withstand the burning of the phoenix flame was no longer ordinary iron. It might not rust even if it was thrown into the sea for thousands of years, let alone just being exposed to a little rain.
Shen Wuming was speechless for a moment, and his gaze towards You Lin suddenly became strange. In the words of Zhiyi, it was like looking at a scumbag dragon who started out messy and ended up giving up.
Liu Liu held her painting with a lingering fear. After a careful inspection, she found that it was not wet, and then she reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief. She suddenly raised her head, as if she heard something, and her expression became dazed.
"Did you hear any sound? Tinkling, like bells," she said.
The paper ibis' eyes lit up: "I heard it too, wasn't it swaying, like someone was carrying it." After getting a positive answer, the paper ibis looked a little relieved. But she soon realized the problem: "But we don't have any bells here."
Shen Wuming thought for a moment, then took out a compass from his storage bag. He saw the phoenix opposite him slightly raised his eyebrows, but he couldn't care less about anything at this time. The compass needle spun wildly for a few circles and then pointed to the downtown area. No matter how it shook, the direction of the needle never changed.
Everyone's face changed. The next moment, the Falling Snow Sword flew in the air with almost a sonic boom.
The originally bustling human world market now became a place of chaos and chaos, with black mist coming from nowhere and completely enveloping the place.
A group of "people" with strange postures appeared on the road. They were barefoot and walked in a posture that ordinary people could not understand. Without exception, they all had an extremely conspicuous brass bell on their ankles.
The sound made by the bell was exactly the same as the one heard by Paper Ibis and Willow.
Suddenly, there were screams of terror in the crowd, and many people were frightened to the point of paralysis. One of them pointed at those "people" and said, "These are not the ones placed in the charity house..."
In the human world, corpses that cannot be buried temporarily are mostly stored in charity cemeteries, and a special bell is tied to the legs of the corpses. This custom is for the living to feel at ease, and also for precaution.
There was no doubt that this "what if" had really happened. Those who had "come back from the dead" seemed to sense something, turned their stiff joints, and slowly "walked" towards the crowd with terrified screams.
"Monster, look out for the sword!" The people from the Heavenly Supervisory Department did not go far away. After realizing the chaos here, they rushed over and protected the ordinary mortals behind them.
The movements of these monsters were very stiff, and their dodging movements were not flexible, so the monks cut off their heads very easily. However, those monsters that came back to life could no longer be treated with common sense.
Everyone was horrified to find that even after their heads were cut off, their bodies still maintained a steady pace forward, and even if they fell down they continued to crawl forward.
It's like a praying mantis being controlled by a nematode.
Extreme fear instantly spread among the crowd. Driven by fear, the black mist became thicker and thicker, and the fallen limbs were absorbing the surrounding black mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The rotten flesh began to stir, as if the dead body was regaining vitality, or as if some monster was about to break out of the ground. Accompanied by a series of "puff" sounds, black limbs continued to emerge from the flesh, and then transformed into an even more bizarre appearance.
It is impossible to understand or look directly at something so horrifying that one's spirit is on the verge of collapse just by looking at it.
Twisted, weird, evil, this is the original weirdness - the creatures in this world that have been swallowed up and assimilated by the weird energy from another world.
"What kind of monster is this!" The monks held their weapons tightly. Under the influence of fear, their brains could hardly function and they could only attack mechanically based on their memories.
People kept dying and being devoured, and finally became monster-like beings, turning their weapons against their former compatriots.
The strange body grew even bigger as it was fed by fear.
In the center of the city, there was a black "figure" quietly suspended. He suddenly appeared at a certain moment, so that many people did not notice him.
He was wearing a gray-black cloak, the cloth of unknown material covered him tightly. A pair of huge claws stretched out from under the cloak, hanging quietly at his side.
He was like a god of disaster that brought death. A strange black mist kept escaping from under his awning and soon covered the entire city.
Phoenix recognized it at a glance; it was the same thing as the "unknown existence".
When he first saw that thing, Feng Huang realized that something bad was going to happen. So he immediately returned to the demon tribe and arranged all the precautions he could think of, and then asked Liu Liu to send a message to the human leaders. Even if he added the time he spent on the flying sword, only half an hour had passed.
Half an hour, just half an hour, the human world has become like this. Phoenix watched all this from a high place, and her hands, which were hidden by her sleeves, slowly clenched.
[Those mists can assimilate living beings, they must be removed as soon as possible] The word Liuhe appeared in front of the Phoenix.
Ever since the world level was upgraded and Liuhe could speak directly, they seldom communicated with each other using text. Now that they have returned to basics, they are still a little uncomfortable.
[Don't speak, don't let them realize I'm here] New words appear and replace the original ones.
[The rain blocked my perception, but fortunately I can still see everything through your eyes]
[I can't contact you directly now. I'm not sure... The sound I make seems to be heard by them. I can feel that there is a being stronger than me searching for my traces. The other party's world consciousness may not be dead.]
[I sense a crack here, and the black mist is seeping in from here. Be sure to close it as soon as possible, remember!]
I understand. Phoenix responded in his heart.
He looked at the being floating in the air and said softly, "I'll go meet Him. You Lin, I'll leave the rest to you."
"Yes." Accompanied by a dragon roar, the pure white dragon rushed into the battlefield without hesitation.
They are the best partners, and You Lin always solves all of Feng Huang's worries.
"Two arrogant guys!" Seeing that he was completely excluded and not even remembered to be deployed as a fighting force, Shen Wuming could not help but curse inwardly, and then said "thank you" with a complicated expression.
He never imagined that one day the demon race would so decisively choose to help them.
The Falling Snow Sword trembled in his hand, but when he lowered his head, he realized that it was actually himself who was shaking. Although he didn't want to admit it, the fact was that Shen Wuming, as a sword master, was also afraid of those monsters.
After realizing this, he sneered, tore off a piece of cloth from his body, tied the Falling Snow Sword tightly to his hand, and said in a light tone: "Axue, I'll have to rely on you today as well."
The Luoxue Sword rang out, as if responding to him.
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"I saw my senior brother." Not long after Shen Wuming left, Zhiyi suddenly said.
She leaned on the railing, staring closely at the only alien among the group of weird creatures. At this time, she and Liu Liu were on a high building, and there were some survivors who had also escaped death. The terrain here was high, and the strange black fog could not spread up, and the monsters had never noticed this place.
On a certain road that the monks had no time to pay attention to, a group of strange-looking monsters were slowly moving forward. Unlike the ones that appeared before, these monsters were more ethereal and illusory in form, like souls that had left the body, or like phantoms formed by the condensation of black mist.
The person in the center of the team was not the more powerful monster leader, but a seemingly ordinary human youth. He held a brass bell in his hand, and with every step he took, the bell swayed slightly, and the monsters followed his steps and moved forward in unison.
"Is it an illusion? I seem to hear the bells again." Liu Liu covered her ears, looking terrified. She suddenly realized that if the corpses in the charity house could turn into monsters, then what would the body she had abandoned become now?
Seeing that Paper Iris was about to fall from the railing, Liu Liu quickly grabbed her sleeve and said, "Paper Iris girl, where are you going?"
"I want to take my brother home. Master is still waiting for us to return." Zhiyi insisted. She had a premonition that if she failed to catch her brother this time, they would never see each other again.
Master and Senior Brother are her most important family members, and she doesn't want to lose any of them. Even if she can't bring Senior Brother back, she has to do something to stop him from making the same mistake again.
"But he is standing with the monsters now, and those monsters did not attack him. This is enough to prove that he is no longer your senior brother, he is a monster in human skin. Miss Paper Ion, I can feel that you and I are the same existence, you will definitely die if you go down." Liu Liu grabbed the sleeve of Paper Ion tightly and said anxiously.
Liu Liu's feelings towards the Paper Iris are actually very complicated. She is grateful to the Paper Iris for saving her from danger in the beginning, and she also sympathizes with the story that happened to the Paper Iris. But at the same time, she is also angry that the Paper Iris took her away by force regardless of her will.
But no matter what, Liu Liu could not bear to watch a girl of her own age go to her death.
It shouldn't be like this.
"I'm sorry, Miss Liuliu, I have a reason to go." The paper ibis broke free from her hand and jumped down without looking back. A scroll caught her steadily and sent her to her destination.
"Roar—" With a roar of a tiger, the surrounding walls shattered after a few seconds of silence. The broken pieces, along with the mud and sand, were washed onto the road by the heavy rain, completely blocking the strange section of the road.
The tiger looked very ferocious, with wounds of varying sizes covered in black mist. He seemed to have been numbed by the pain, letting the rain wash over his wounds, his clear eyes filled with murderous intent.
He went in and out of the strange pile seven times and finally found the scent of the cub here.
He saw that his underage son's soul, which had been forcibly extracted, was now in this team that was like a hundred demons parading at night, and even subconsciously made an attacking gesture because of his arrival.
"Humans, give me back my child!" The giant tiger roared and rushed towards the Painting Saint in the center of the team.
The Painting Saint raised his eyelids slightly, and then there was a sound of bells. A strange creature appeared, blocked the giant tiger, and started to fight with him.
Zhiyi recognized that this was the tiger demon that had caused trouble in the theater before, but she had no time to care about it at this moment. The moment she came into contact with the black mist, she felt that her soul was about to lose control.
"Because there is no body to act as a buffer, will the speed of being affected be faster?" Paper Iris drooped her eyelids.
In fact, after Liu Liu mentioned the concept of the Fairy in the Painting, she realized what her current situation was. It turned out that she really died from a sword wound a month ago. There was no luck involved. It was her senior brother who used some forbidden method to save her.
But such a heaven-defying magic must come with a price, and my brother’s subsequent disappearance was probably due to this.
"Brother, come home with me. The master is still waiting for us to go back." She asked tentatively, but the only responses she got were those weird creatures who were controlled to attack her.
"Little human, I advise you to concentrate on fighting. Your senior brother has long been insane!" said the tiger demon angrily.
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The spear touched the ground, and a green wind field spread out. The black mist was temporarily blown away, and Shen Wuming's sword move just happened to connect, chopping off a strange head.
As expected, without the blessing of the black mist, the fallen body did not split into new individuals, but turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind.
But the original mother still retains its attacking ability. Shen Wuming was unable to dodge and was almost hit. Fortunately, You Lin reacted quickly and interrupted the strange movement with a sweep of his spear.
"What's going on? Could it be that their immortality has nothing to do with this strange fog?" Shen Wuming retreated to You Lin's side, saying with lingering fear.