Chapter 35: Blood Covenant Vine and the Straight Man's Fingertip Electric Shock
Blood Covenant Vine and Straight Man's Fingertip Electric Shock
The cold wind blew up ice chips, swirling across the dead tundra.
The gravekeeper's startling kneeling was like a spell that froze time and space, pinning everyone to the spot. His withered body sank deep into the icy earth, his forehead almost touching the ground, his tattered robes fluttering in the wind, silently conveying the heaviness and sorrow of eternity.
"Jianmu... the tomb keeper..."
This self-proclaimed title was like a stone thrown into an ancient well, stirring up huge waves in everyone's hearts!
Xuanjia's eyes widened, the eight trigrams on its shell completely frozen, leaving only the five characters "Jianmu Tomb Keeper" frantically scrolling across the screen. Mangu's enormous ox-like mouth gaped slightly, its honest face etched with a bewildered, "Who am I? Where am I?" Ah Che's mouth opened slightly, his clear, large eyes filled with awe and bewilderment.
Deep within Jiang Xuelan's icy blue pupils, a crack appeared in the glacier. Jianmu's tomb keeper? The true guardian of the Ten Thousand Demons' Tomb? Guarding... the First Jianmu? His fingertips unconsciously caressed the cold bronze key, the veins of the vines pulsing like a faint pulse, faintly resonating with the ancient, sorrowful aura emanating from the tomb keeper. The fragment of ice in his sea of consciousness seemed to sense something as well, a subtle throbbing. **Return to its place...** This vague word, like a beacon in the fog, pointed to the source of the restless demon core heat and the God-Slaying Gu within him?
Li Jiuyou's crimson-gold pupils also contracted sharply, the raging flames giving way to astonishment and an indescribable throbbing. Primordial Chaos Fire? The gravekeeper said he was soul-branded with Primordial Chaos Fire? The countless scorn and bullying he endured in his childhood for his "impure" bloodline flashed through his mind, the inferiority and anger etched deep into his bones like poisonous vines. Complete his essence... perhaps this was his only chance to shed the stigma of "mixed blood" and truly master this innate power? He subconsciously clenched his fists, only to feel the cold, stinging pain left on his back by the Soul Mist, causing him to groan. The crimson-gold demonic fire flickered.
The air froze for a few breaths.
The gravekeeper remained kneeling, his skinny body trembling slightly, and his silent plea was more powerful than any words.
"Ahem..." Xuanjia finally broke free from the petrified state. Its green eyes carefully swept over the two big men with changing expressions. Its hoarse voice was lowered to a very low level, with unprecedented solemnity, "That... Immortal Lord, King Li... you two look... this senior is... like this..." It pointed at the kneeling gravekeeper with its claws, "The keeper of Jianmu Tomb! Damn ancestor, this identity is quite strong! He begged us to open the door. There must be a great opportunity in the 'bottom of the abyss', and there must be a way to solve your troubles! Isn't it just... two drops of blood!" It tried to make its tone relaxed, as if to say "The weather is really nice today."
Man Gu also reacted, and nodded his huge bull head like pecking at rice: "King! For your origin! This little blood... is worth it!" He looked at the wound on Li Jiuyou's back with eyes full of heartache.
Ah Che mustered up his courage and whispered to Jiang Xuelan, "Brother, the last wish of the Great Immortal Jianmu... and the grave-guarding senior..."
Jiang Xuelan's thin lips pressed into a cold line. His gaze shifted from the kneeling gravekeeper to the silent bronze key in his palm, then to the verdant vines entwined around it. Reason and disgust clashed fiercely in the depths of his icy blue eyes. Mixing his blood with that volatile turkey's? The mere thought of it made his stomach churn. But the throbbing of the icy sea of consciousness, the potential threat of the demon elixir's heat flow, the gravekeeper's suffocating plea, and the Jianmu tree's final trust... all these weights weighed heavily on one side.
Li Jiuyou's face darkened to a scorching black, and the crimson-gold demonic fire danced furiously across his body. He glared at Jiang Xuelan fiercely, as if he were the source of the world's foulest virus. **A blood oath with this icy-faced man? Better let the Soul-Sinking Mist pierce me ten more times!** However, the chilling pain in his back, penetrating deep into his bones, and the deadly allure of the words "complete the origin," like two invisible hands, strangled his resistance. He scratched his crimson-gold hair in frustration and let out a low, animalistic growl.
"Damn it... I..." His scarlet-gold eyes flashed with a fierce light, which eventually turned into a broken-pot rage. "Alright! So be it! Just treat it as a dog bite! But Ice Face, I'm warning you! If your blood dares to pollute my noble demon king bloodline, I'll never let you go!"
Jiang Xuelan glanced at him coldly, her eyes like ice knives: "Same here. Your blood had better not contain some messy bird flu." Her voice was still cold, but the fingers holding the key slowly loosened a little.
A consensus was reached (albeit one filled with tension).
Black Armor's green eyes lit up instantly, and it excitedly patted its shell with its claws, "It's done! The two bosses really understand the righteousness! Quick! There's no time to lose! That ghost eye might still be staring at us in the fog!" It quickly gave orders, "Immortal Lord! King Li! Please come closer! Palms together! Put the key in the middle! That's it! That's it!"
Jiang Xuelan and Li Jiuyou reluctantly took a half-step toward each other, as if rushing to a place of execution. The distance between them instantly shrank to less than a foot. Their contrasting auras—Jiang Xuelan's as cold as ice, Li Jiuyou's as molten lava—violently collided and repelled each other, causing the air around them to seem distorted.
They both extended their palms at the same time.
Jiang Xuelan's hands were slender, with distinct joints, and her skin was a cold white from not seeing the sun for years. A faint icy fairy air lingered around her fingertips.
Li Jiuyou's hands were broad, with rough knuckles and a healthy wheat-colored complexion. There were even a few shallow old scars on the back of his hands and knuckles. At this moment, they were covered in red-gold demonic fire, emitting scorching heat waves.
The two palms, seemingly never to be joined, moved closer together very stiffly and slowly. The fingertips were trembling slightly - one was angry, the other was in pain (Li Jiuyou's back injury).
Xuanjia held his breath, his eyes unblinking. Mangu nervously clenched his bone rod. Ah Che covered his mouth, not daring to breathe. Even the gravekeeper, kneeling on the ground, seemed to tense his hunched body a little.
Jiang Xuelan's icy blue eyes stared at Li Jiuyou's hand, which exuded a "virus" aura, as if he were looking at some prehistoric pollutant. The cold energy gathered at his fingertips, transforming into an extremely sharp ice blade. He aimed it at the tip of his left index finger and was about to cut it!
"Wait!" Xuan Jia suddenly screamed, his green eyes terrified. "Immortal Lord! You can't use ice blades condensed by immortal power! You need the purest flesh and blood that contains the aura of the origin! You can't use external forces! Otherwise, the contract will be impure! It may fail or even backfire!"
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