Chapter 122 Chapter 122
The moment You Lin finished speaking, heavy rain came pouring down.
The group was high in the sky, the rain practically pouring down on them. Fenghuang held a fan in her hand, as if using it to stir something up. Then, a fiery red barrier appeared from nowhere, enveloping them tightly and shielding them from the oncoming downpour.
The Falling Snow Sword was like a small boat on the sea, swaying under the pounding of the waves. Shen Wuming struggled mightily to steady the blade. He watched in despair as his beloved sword was drenched by the rain, his heart suddenly filled with grief and indignation: "My Ah Xue..."
Too much rain will really cause it to 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 more, covering the Luoxue Sword completely.
"Thank you." The grief and anger that almost turned into reality suddenly dissipated.
"So your sword is called Axue," Fenghuang asked curiously. As he spoke, a flame erupted from his fingertips, drying all the rainwater from 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 mouth.
It's not uncommon to see people converting umbrellas into weapons, but converting weapons into umbrellas is something that Long Zun is truly unique in the past thousands of years. He couldn't help but ask, "You're actually using it as an umbrella. Aren't you afraid of it rusting?"
You Lin said frankly: "Only the strong are worthy of being my spear."
The problem of the spear tip rusting was no longer within his consideration. The metal that could withstand the burning of the phoenix flames 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 Zhiyuan's words, it was like looking at a scumbag dragon who had abandoned him after having sex with him.
Liu Liu held her painting with lingering fear. After carefully checking it, she found it was not wet, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. She suddenly raised her head, as if she had heard something, and her expression became dazed.
"Did you hear any sound? Tinkling, like bells," she said.
Zhiyuan's eyes lit up: "I heard it too. It was swaying, like someone was carrying it." After receiving a positive answer, Zhiyuan's expression became a little relieved. But she soon realized the problem: "But we don't have bells here."
Shen Wuming pondered for a moment, then pulled out a compass similar to the one used by the Tianshi Division from his storage bag. He saw the Phoenix across from him raise an eyebrow slightly, but now he couldn't be shy. The compass needle spun wildly several times before pointing to the downtown area. No matter how it was shaken, the needle remained fixed.
Everyone's expression changed. The next moment, the Falling Snow Sword flew through the air, nearly creating a sonic boom.
The originally bustling human world market now became a scene of chaos, with black fog coming from nowhere and covering the entire 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 wore an extremely conspicuous brass bell on their ankles.
The sound made by the bell was exactly the same as that heard by Zhiyuan and Liuliu.
Suddenly, screams of terror erupted from the crowd, and many people collapsed to the ground in fear. One of them pointed at those "people" and said, "Aren't these the ones left at the charity cemetery..."
In the human world, corpses that cannot be buried are often stored in cemeteries, with a special bell tied to their feet. This custom serves both to provide peace of mind for the living and as a precaution.
There was no doubt that this "what if" had actually happened. As if sensing something, those who had "come back to life" twisted their stiff joints and, accompanied by terrified screams, slowly "walked" towards the crowd.
"Monster, look out for the sword!" The people from the Heavenly Monitoring Office did not go far away. After realizing that there was chaos here, they rushed over and protected the ordinary mortals behind them.
The monsters' movements were very stiff, and their dodging movements were clumsy, so the monks easily cut off their heads. However, those monsters that had resurrected from the dead could no longer be treated with common sense.
Everyone was horrified to find that even after their heads were cut off, their bodies continued to move forward at a steady speed, and even after they fell down, they continued to crawl forward.
It looks like a mantis controlled by a wire worm.
Extreme fear instantly spread through the crowd. Driven by fear, the black fog grew thicker, and the fallen limbs absorbed the surrounding black fog at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The rotting flesh began to stir, as if a dead body were regaining life, or as if some monster was about to break out of the earth. With a continuous "puffing" sound, pitch-black limbs continued to emerge from the flesh, transforming into even more bizarre shapes.
It's impossible to understand, impossible to look directly at. Even a single glance at something so horrifying can send a person's spirit tumbling to the brink of collapse.
Twisted, weird, and evil, this is the original weirdness - those creatures in this world that have been swallowed and assimilated by the strange energy from another world.
"What kind of monster is this!" The monks gripped their weapons tightly. Under the influence of fear, their brains were almost unable to function, and they could only attack mechanically based on their memorized memories.
People kept dying and being devoured, and finally turned into monster-like beings, pointing their weapons at their former compatriots.
The strange body grew even bigger under the nourishment of fear.
In the center of the city, a dark figure quietly hovered. It had appeared so suddenly that many people hadn't noticed it.
He was draped in a gray-black cloak, the fabric of unknown material completely concealing him. A pair of enormous claws extended from beneath the cloak, dangling quietly at his sides.
He was like a god of disaster that brought death. A strange black mist continuously emanated from under his cloak, quickly covering the entire city.
Phoenix recognized it at a glance; it was the same thing as the "unknown existence".
When Fenghuang first saw that thing, he realized something was about to happen. So, he immediately returned to the demon tribe and arranged every possible precaution. He then asked Liuliu to deliver a message to the human leaders. Even including the time he spent on the flying sword, only half an hour had passed.
In just half an hour, the human world had become like this. Phoenix watched all this from above, his hands, hidden by his sleeves, slowly clenching.
[Those mists can assimilate living beings, they must be removed as soon as possible] The word Liuhe appeared in front of Phoenix.
Ever since the world level was upgraded and Liuhe was able to speak directly, they rarely communicated 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 text appeared and replaced the original text.
[The rain blocked my perception, but fortunately I can still see everything through your eyes]
[I can't contact you directly right now. I'm not sure... The sounds I make seem to be audible to them. I can sense that a being more powerful than me is searching for traces of me. I'm afraid their world consciousness isn't dead yet.]
[I sense a crack here. The black fog 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 of the way down 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 Fenghuang's worries.
“Two arrogant guys!” Seeing that he was completely excluded and not even thought of as a combat force, Shen Wuming couldn’t help but curse inwardly, and then said “thank you” with a complicated expression.
He never imagined that one day the demon tribe would choose to help them so decisively.
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 Luoxue Sword tightly to his hand, and said in a light tone: "Axue, I'll ask you for help today too."
The Luoxue Sword made a sound, as if responding to him.
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"I saw my senior brother." Not long after Shen Wuming left, Zhiyuan suddenly said.
She leaned over the railing, staring intently at the lone outlier among the strange group. She and Liu Liu were now atop a tall building, alongside some other survivors who had also narrowly escaped death. The terrain was high, so the strange black fog couldn't reach them, and the monsters hadn't noticed them.
On a certain avenue that the monks had no time to pay attention to, a group of strange-looking creatures were slowly moving forward. Unlike the ones that had appeared before, these creatures were even more ethereal and illusory, like souls leaving their bodies, or like shadows formed by the condensation of black mist.
In the center of the group was not the more powerful leader of the monsters, but rather an ordinary-looking human youth. He held a brass bell in his hand, and with every step he took, the bell swung gently, and the monsters followed his steps and advanced in unison.
"Is it an illusion? I seem to hear the bells again." Liu Liu covered her ears, a look of panic on her face. She suddenly realized that if the corpses in the cemetery could turn into monsters, then what would become of her abandoned body?
Seeing that Zhiyuan was about to fall over the railing, Liuliu quickly grabbed her sleeve and said, "Miss Zhiyuan, where are you going?"
"I want to take my brother home. Master is still waiting for us to return," Zhiyuan insisted. She had a premonition that if she couldn't catch her brother this time, they would never see each other again.
Her master and her senior brother were her most important family members, and she didn't want to lose either of them. Even if she couldn't bring her senior brother back, she had 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 Zhiyuan, I can feel that you are the same existence as me. You will definitely die if you go down." Liu Liu grabbed Zhiyuan's sleeve tightly and said anxiously.
Liu Liu's feelings towards Zhi Yuan were actually quite complicated. She was grateful to Zhi Yuan for initially saving her from danger, and she felt sympathy for what happened to Zhi Yuan. But at the same time, she was also annoyed that he had taken her away against her will.
But no matter what, Liu Liu could not bear to watch a girl of about the same age as herself die.
It shouldn't be like this.
"I'm sorry, Miss Liuliu, but I have to go." Zhiyuan broke free from her hand and jumped down without looking back. A scroll caught her steadily and took her to her destination.
"Roar—" With a roar of a tiger, the surrounding walls, after a few seconds of silence, suddenly shattered. The shattered fragments, along with the mud and sand, were washed onto the road by the torrential rain, completely blocking the section of road where the strange creature was heading.
The giant tiger looked utterly miserable, with black mist swirling from his wounds, large and small. He seemed numb from the pain, letting the rain wash over his wounds, his clear eyes filled with murderous intent.
He fought his way 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 group of demons parading at night, and even subconsciously made an offensive 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 a bell rang. A strange figure appeared, stopped the giant tiger, and started fighting with it.
Zhiyuan recognized the tiger demon that had wreaked havoc in the theater earlier, but she had no time to think about it at the moment. The moment she came into contact with the black mist, she felt her soul nearly lose control.
"Because there is no body to act as a buffer, the impact will be faster." Zhiyuan lowered his eyelids.
In fact, after Liu Liu mentioned the concept of the Fairy in the Painting, she realized her current situation. It turned out that she had really died from a sword wound a month ago. There was no luck involved. It was her senior brother who used some taboo method to save her.
But such a heaven-defying magic must come with a price, and my senior brother’s subsequent disappearance was probably due to this.
"Brother, come home with me. Master is still waiting for us to return." She spoke tentatively, but the only responses she received were those weird things that were controlled to attack her.
"Little human, I advise you to concentrate on the battle. Your senior brother has long been insane!" said the tiger demon angrily.
…
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 was just right to connect, cutting off a strange head.
As expected, without the blessing of the black fog, the fallen body did not split into new individuals again, but turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind.
But the original mother still maintained its attack capability. 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.
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