Chapter 212 Emperor Purple Qi

Jiang Wu rarely felt such intense anger. Even when he was betrayed by Yu Gaoyang, Lan Siming and others and was nailed to the Zhaixing Tower and bled dry, he was not so angry. But at this moment, he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, the person who turned his friend's corpse into an evil creature.

The first people he thought of were those who had betrayed him, but he had already killed them all, and their bodies had long since turned to ashes. He had no way of looking for them. Even their descendants were trapped by the curse, so he didn't know who else he could look for.

“Take a deep breath.”

When Han Zhong put his arms around his shoulders, Jiang Wucai realized that his hands were shaking.

He clenched his hands, took a few deep breaths, and looked at his friend who was walking towards him step by step with a murderous aura all over his body. He trembled and said, "I want to save him."

Han Zhong said nothing. A person who had been dead for a thousand years could not be saved. At best, he could only be freed. But now they had to face Zhou Gongming head-on, so it was not certain who would free whom.

Jiang Wu naturally knew that given his current physical condition, it was possible for him to fight Zhou Gong Ming head-on, but it was obviously impossible to subdue him and dispel all the evil spirit in him. However, he could not let Zhou Gong Ming continue to stay here as an irrational evil creature.

He recalled the incomprehensible words Zhou Yannan had said to him before he went up the mountain, and suddenly he understood what he meant.

"Zhou Yannan knew it a long time ago." Jiang Wu stared at the evil creature in front of him and murmured, "He knew that Duke Zhou's life had always been here, so he took the risk to come here many times."

"The reason why the sword enshrined in the Zhou family's mourning hall still retains the aura of Duke Zhou is not because of Zhou Hongyi, but because the remaining spirit of Duke Zhou is still in the world."

[If I could have a chance to do it again...]

Jiang Wuxin's head was like a stone choking on his chest, "...He hopes that I can free Zhou Gong's life."

Before he could make a move, the people in front of him rushed towards them. Jiang Wu took a step back, but he couldn't lift his hands. Han Zhong could only lead him back.

Behind him, Rong Anzhou had already loaded the bullet and fired one directly at Zhou Gongming.

The bullet engraved with the curse to break evil spirits was completely capable of destroying an evil creature on the spot, just like those black human evil spirits before. But at this moment, a bullet shot by Rong Anzhou hit the chest of the evil creature in front of him like a mud ball hitting the sea, with no reaction at all, and not even a pause in the movement.

Rong Anzhou's face changed and he immediately stepped back, but the evil creature had already slapped him in the face. When he thought he was finished, Han Zhong's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

His eyes were bloodshot, but before he could reach out his hand, a huge golden seal of Mount Tai flew out from behind him and directly knocked the evil creature away.

Yan Zhishan, Zeng Zhiyang, Bai Xianling, and Luo Yun had already brought their people to the scene. Without waiting for them to speak, Han Zhong pushed Rong Anzhou towards them and said, "Please take good care of my brother. If you lose a single hair of yours, I will use your sect's mountain to fill the sea!"

After these words were spoken, not to mention Yan Zhishan, even Bai Xianling couldn't help but shout "Don't go too far", but no matter how excessive it was, the four of them could do nothing but step forward to protect Rong Anzhou behind them, and then the four of them tacitly recited the Golden Light Mantra and formed seals with their hands to break evil and get rid of disasters.

Jiang Wu realized something was wrong when Han Zhong shouted that. He turned around and saw that Han Zhong's face was pale, with a layer of ice crystals on the ends of his hair and eyelashes. His breath was cold and his eyes were a little dull.

He immediately realized that the evil spirit that had accumulated in Zhou Gongming's body for a thousand years would have a huge impact on Han Zhong, a half-baked man with a body full of evil spirits. He immediately raised his fingertips and pointed at the spiritual platform between his eyebrows, intending to use the power of his soul to help him dispel the evil spirit, but his wrist was grabbed instead.

Jiang Wu looked at Han Zhong in a daze.

Han Zhong looked at him tenderly with his eyes covered by ice crystals. His hand moved up along his wrist to cover the back of his hand. His cold fingertips stroked the circular scar on the back of his hand. His voice trembled with the cold, "Anyway... you won't die, so don't... waste it..."

Jiang Wuding stared at him, his breathing trembling. The next second, he grabbed Han Zhong's wrist at an extremely fast speed and sent the power of his soul into his body along Han Zhong's heart vein.

The warm power gradually dispelled the evil spirit in his body, and the ice on his eyebrows also melted. Han Zhong looked at him with a hint of surprise.

Jiang Wu never said that he had to touch the center of the eyebrows in order to transfer the power of the soul. He just liked the feeling of the warmth of Han Zhong's eyebrows when his fingertips touched it.

The Siming clan believes that the soul is the true location of a person, that the contact between souls is even greater than that between the physical body, and that the center of the eyebrows is the closest place to the soul.

The touch of his fingertips and the subconscious movement of forehead against forehead were all expressions of his attachment to Han Zhong's soul. He had become addicted to Han Zhong's soul without even realizing it.

The loss of spiritual power caused Jiang Wu's body to shake, and the crack in his soul deep in his spirit platform deepened little by little. The long-lost intense pain seemed to tear him in half.

Han Zhong decisively broke free of his hand and held him in his arms.

On the other side, the golden seals in the hands of the four people were shattered by a punch from the evil creature transformed by Zhou Gongming. They also saw Jiang Wu falling into Han Zhong's arms for some reason. They knew that they could not stay in Mozi Mountain, so Zeng Zhiyang immediately shouted to Han Zhong, "This is the evil spirit guarding the tomb. We must leave it quickly, otherwise we will all die!"

Bai Xianling meant the same thing. He threw out five copper coins in his hand. Zhou Gongming, who was trapped by the copper coins, paused for a moment. Then he raised his fist expressionlessly and began to smash the copper coins in front of him one by one. Soon, a copper coin broke into two pieces, and Bai Xianling spat out a mouthful of blood.

Luo Yu said in panic, "Master!"

Bai Xianling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Rong Anzhou, "Let's go!"

Rong Anzhou did not dare to delay and immediately went to call Han Zhong. However, his heart skipped a beat when he saw the calm look on Han Zhong's face. Before he could open his mouth, he saw his brother pick up Jiang Wu horizontally, and then walked into the depths of the forest behind them without looking back.

"elder brother!"

Rong Anzhou shouted and was about to chase after him, but Yan Zhishan grabbed him tightly and was about to take him away by force, when he suddenly seemed to feel something and turned his head abruptly to look at the forest in front of him.

Suddenly, the end of the originally dim forest became bright, and beams of light that were cut into pieces were cast into the forest. The light and gentle breeze brought a very faint fragrance, curling like mist, like a gauze blown by the wind, shrouding everyone's heart.

There was a light, fresh scent of water vapor and grass in the air, which made the people who had been feeling depressed by the evil spirit feel a little relieved and breathe more smoothly.

But the expressions of Yan Zhishan and others were not relieved at all, but even more shocked, because in their eyes, this extremely evil place that should have been filled with strong evil spirit has now become a Feng Shui treasure land. The rich luck of heaven and earth continued to surge out from the front, filling the mountains and forests, and a large group of purple air appeared in the luck above the mountain.

Yan Zhishan looked up at the steaming purple air in astonishment, his tone filled with astonishment, "How could such a dense... imperial purple air appear in such an extremely evil place?!"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Rong Anzhou, "Who is buried in there? What do you want to do?!"

Rong Anzhou didn't intend to pay attention to him, but grabbed his wrist with his backhand and threw him over his shoulder. In terms of physique and reach, Yan Zhishan couldn't compete with Rong Anzhou. He groaned when he was thrown to the ground, and when he reacted, he had already run away.

棫Ｆ谼Ｚ

Yan Zhishan was about to follow, but Zeng Zhiyang hurriedly stopped him, "Let's get down the mountain quickly!"

"Get off the mountain!" Yan Zhishan was forced to swear for the first time, and shouted anxiously, "It's a very evil place, evil spirits guarding the tomb, the emperor's purple aura, and the fortune is reversed! Can't you see what's in it?!"

"There is an emperor buried here! And he is a very powerful emperor! Someone wants to use his status as an emperor to become a demon and ascend to heaven! If that happens, who knows what kind of monster will appear and how many people will die!"

Zeng Zhiyang was so shocked that his mind went blank. He stammered, "Then...what should I do?"

Yan Zhishan held the sword tightly in his hand and gritted his teeth, "Of course I will stop them even if it costs my life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Xianling's second copper coin broke into two pieces, followed by the third, fourth, and fifth.

All five copper coins shattered, Bai Xianling suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face lost all color, and he fell straight back.

"Master!"

Luo Yun reached out to take it, but a hand as hard as iron clamped his neck tightly. Zhou Gongming's pale and stiff face appeared in front of him. He struggled hard, but couldn't get free. The oxygen in his chest became less and less, and his eyes began to go black.

Upon seeing this, Yan Zhishan and Zeng Zhiyang immediately stepped forward and drew their swords to stab the evil creature, but not even a trace was left. Zeng Zhiyang had no choice but to form a seal again, but this time, just when the seal was halfway formed, the evil creature suddenly raised its hands and made the same move as him.

Zeng Zhiyang was stunned, but did not stop his actions. He thought that the evil creature had lost its mind and only knew how to imitate his movements. As a result, he soon discovered that the evil creature's movements were faster than his, and it could even complete the seal one step faster than him. This scared the two brothers, and for a moment they even doubted whether the evil creature in front of them was one of their disciples.

Fortunately, there was no Qi in the evil object's body. After forming the seal, it just stood there in a daze, as if in a daze. A hint of confusion could be seen in its dark eyes.

Zeng Zhiyang seized the opportunity and struck him on the forehead, right between his eyebrows. The evil creature's body shook, and its hand let go of Luo Yun, but it was also completely enraged. The evil energy surging in its body almost condensed into a shape, and its withered yellow hair danced without wind.

Zeng Zhiyang's scalp went numb, and the next second an evil creature suddenly appeared before his eyes, with a hand filled with murderous aura stabbing towards his heart.

Yan Zhishan stabbed at its wrist with his sword, but it didn't even penetrate the skin. He could only watch as the hand pierced into his junior brother's heart.

At the critical moment, a clear and long sword sound suddenly rang out in the forest, and the evil creature suddenly stopped moving.

Yan Zhishan immediately hugged his junior brother and rolled to the side. When he raised his hand again, he saw a figure on the road they came from. The figure was tall and thin, and a sword sounded with every step he took. When he got closer, they could see that it was a young man in his twenties, with pale skin, a pair of sleepy eyes, and a teardrop scar between his eyebrows. He held a sword in one hand and flicked his fingertips with the other, and just walked up to them.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou?!"

Although Yan Zhishan was grateful for the other party's appearance and saving his fellow apprentice's life, it was obvious that Zhou Yannan was no match for this evil creature. "This evil creature has cultivated for a thousand years. You can't deal with it. Go to Longdan Mountain to find my master and uncle!"

Zhou Yannan did not move, but quietly looked at the disheveled, pale-faced evil creature in front of him, then he raised his sword and cut his palm. Blood dripped down the black sword, making the cinnabar line in the center of the sword shine even more brightly.

"Zhou Yannan, the 321st generation grandson of the Zhou family, pays respect to the ancestors."