Chapter 144 Who is the other person who died?

Chapter 144 Who is the other person who died?

Chapter 144 Who is the other person who died? (Subscribe)
Cold horseshoes, a dark blue spiral horn, and fur as white as black satin. This is the wildebeest of Youdu.

They exude a cold air, even leaving frost wherever they pass.

Wildebeests don't eat grass, they eat meat, and their favorite is human flesh.

To many people, the Frostsoul Armored Knight riding on a wildebeest is not a human being, but a ghost, a monster, a killing machine without emotions and life.

They usually sleep in ancient tombs deep in the earth. When summoned, they ride on wildebeests to engage in bloody killings, nourishing their bodies and souls with blood and internal organs.

Three thousand Frost Soul Cavalrymen marched forward in the wilderness. Bloodstains could be seen on the bodies of the wildebeests and the knights, and there were even some fragments of internal organs embedded in the gaps in the armor.

The wildebeests' footprints left a thin layer of frost on the ground, and drops of blood spilled onto the ice, creating a scarlet color.

In the center of these knights is a sedan chair, a very delicate and gorgeous one, which even reveals a hint of tenderness.

This sedan was made of red satin and white jade, and embroidered with gold thread were a phoenix and a phoenix embracing each other. Their eyes were lifelike, as if they were about to soar into the sky, flying side by side.

This sedan chair seems out of place with the silent, bloody and brutal Frost Soul Knights around it, as if a delicate water lotus has bloomed on the ice.

The sedan was carried by King Kong slaves, who came from Yunzhou. They were tall, about two meters tall, with muscular bodies, great strength, and thick skin.

When they first appeared in the north, many people worshipped them as gods and demons, but soon they became slaves of Youdu and became the best laborers and thugs.

Four Vajra slaves held the sedan chair. No matter how steep or rugged the road was, the sedan chair on their shoulders would not move at all, and the owner in the sedan chair would not feel any bumps.

The team set out from Youdu, passed through the three counties of Liangzhou, destroyed thirteen cities, killed millions of people, and arrived at the foot of Yuncang Mountain unimpeded.

The Yuncang Sword Sect, the former overlord of Liangzhou and a behemoth known as the guardian of Liangzhou, just watched helplessly.

They could only bury their heads in the sand like ostriches, not daring to look at the tragic situation outside or listen to the wailing of the people.

They just tremble and stay in this mountain, waiting for the master of Youdu to pronounce life or death for them.

Youdu's team was very quiet. Apart from the sound of horseshoes stepping on the ice, not even the sound of breathing could be heard. Oh no, there was also the panting of the four Kunlun slaves like wild beasts.

When this group of beings, who it was not known whether they could be called human beings, appeared at the foot of Yuncang Mountain, this great sect that had stood for a thousand years and had produced countless legendary figures as the overlord of Liangzhou, finally waited tremblingly for the big man who would decide their fate.

The eight hall masters of the Yuncang Sword Sect had been waiting at the mountain gate for a long time. When they saw with their own eyes the three thousand Frost Soul Cavalry, the frost created by the wildebeests' iron hooves, and the sedan chair.

Their hearts seemed to be grabbed tightly by someone's hands. An indescribable aura instantly enveloped everyone's heart, as if it was strangling their necks and making it difficult to breathe.

Silence, deathly silence!

Yuncang Mountain, which had just made countless disciples excited because of Lu Chengfeng's order, seemed to have suddenly entered a cold winter, and there was no sound at all.

clatter! clatter! clatter!
They are getting closer.

hum!
Du Hongyue, the leader of the Dousha Hall, a resolute and fiery woman, clenched the steel gun in her hand tightly, raised her eyebrows slightly, and took a step forward.

The sound of footsteps seemed to break some kind of shackles, waking up the other hall masters who were stiff and almost unable to move. They looked at each other and saw the fear and horror in each other's eyes.

However, they had no time to discuss it further, nor did they care about the consequences. They subconsciously followed Du Hongyue and walked forward to a place twelve feet outside the mountain gate.

"Du Hongyue, the leader of the Fighting Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Xue Jingshan, the head of the Mountain Guarding Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Xiao Shengyun, the head of the Yuncang Sword Sect's Law Enforcement Hall."

"Chi Luoyang, the head of the Yuncang Sword Sect's Transmission Hall."

"Mo Xigu, the head of Tianbao Hall of Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Mu Yunting, the head of the General Affairs Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Li Bafang, the head of the Tiangong Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Xie Guisheng, the head of Zhili Hall of Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Greetings to the Lord of Nether City."

The eight hall masters, eight top masters who had achieved perfect sword intent, spoke at the same time. The sword intent was shocking, the sword energy rushed to the top, and the clanging sound was heard. The sharp aura tore through all the coldness and deathly silence, breaking the silence of the entire Yuncang.

Yet no one spoke.

The three thousand Frost Soul Knights of Youdu continued to ride forward as if they did not see them. The loud shouts echoing in the mountains and fields gradually dissipated after being echoed many times.

There was silence between heaven and earth, with only the sound of horse hooves echoing.

Du Hongyue couldn't help but change her expression.

Three thousand cavalrymen entered the mountains, without dismounting or stopping.

He ignored the greetings and shouts of the eight people.

They just walked forward indifferently and calmly.

Soon he arrived in front of Du Hongyue and the other eight people.

“What should we do?” This is the thought in everyone’s mind.

But now there was no time left for them to continue discussing, not even time to think.

The wildebeest's dark blue spiral horn exudes a cold chill, and even in this hot summer, a thin layer of frost is still left in the air, as if the riders are shrouded in clouds.

The dark blue spiral horn and the cold iron hoof were already in sight. More importantly, they did not stop...

There was only three feet of space left for both sides.

Two feet, one foot...

As they got closer, the spear in Du Hongyue's hand seemed to be tainted with a bit of coldness, making her hands become stiff.

Bang!

When the two sides were less than three feet apart, the cavalryman in the front suddenly raised the long spear in his hand and pointed it diagonally forward with a cold and sharp edge.

clatter! clatter! clatter!
There was deathly silence, with only the sound of horse hooves echoing.

Du Hongyue could clearly feel that her back was soaked with cold sweat, and her forehead was icy cold.

Retreat! Or not?

She had imagined many scenes in which the Lord of Netherworld would appear.

Some are domineering, some are heroic, some are cold...

She even thought that as soon as the Lord of Nether City appeared, he would kill all the people in front of the mountain gate.

but……

But I never expected to face such a situation.

The cold air is pressing and the sharp edge is approaching.

To hide or not to hide?
Many thoughts flashed through Du Hongyue's mind, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the spear.

Bang!

The armor vibrated, the spears swung across the sky, and the wildebeests rolled over the ice and frost.

call!call!call!
Du Hongyue was panting heavily, kneeling on one knee, and retreating to the sides of the avenue to make way for the Frost Soul Cavalry.

Her fair face seemed to be stained with a layer of faint blue, and her pupils were filled with pain, grief, and deep powerlessness that were difficult to conceal.

The eight hall masters stood on both sides, kneeling on one knee, welcoming the coming master like servants.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As row after row of Frost Soul Cavalry passed by, the sound of armor colliding was heard.

Soon, the sedan chair carried by four Vajra slaves arrived in front of the mountain gate.

Du Hongyue suddenly stood up, standing in the stunned, terrified, reluctant and painful eyes of the other elders.

"Du, the leader of the Yuncang Sword Sect's Fighting Hall..."

puff!

A head flew up, with a beautiful face, but it could not hide its heroic spirit, and its eyes were filled with determination and persistence.

The head turned on the ground and blood splattered all over the ground.

A knight following behind the sedan chair stepped forward, the wildebeest lowered its head, and bit the head with its fanged mouth, while the knight's iron spear stabbed into the headless corpse and lifted it up.

Blood flowed along the cold iron spear and even dripped onto the knight's face.

Click!

The head hidden in the helmet moved, finally revealing some features, as if it was a shriveled corpse that had been buried underground for a long time and had grown white hair, emitting a foul stench and bloody smell.

In the exposed eye sockets, there was only a dark blue as cold as ice.

Then, he licked the blood splashed on his face with his tongue like a dead leaf, and then lowered his spear, and a leg of the headless corpse appeared in front of him.

Crunch!

He chewed it!
"Ah... Junior Sister..."

Xue Jingshan, the head of Shoushan Hall, could no longer bear it. His eyes were bloodshot. The woman he had loved all his life, the woman he had protected all his life, died in front of him.

She died just like that!
That head, that beautiful face, the lips that he had wanted to kiss countless times in his dreams, were being eaten by a beast.

"what!"

The moment Xue Jingshan roared, his body exploded. Blood spurted into the sky, splashing in all directions like rain, splattering on other people's faces and bodies.

The Yellow Dragon's Hidden Sword Secret that he tried his best to use turned into a bright yellow sword light that was twelve feet long and soared into the sky like a dragon.

then……

Broken!

It was like a beautiful firework exploding and shattering in the air.

clatter! clatter! clatter!
The iron hooves stepped on the ground, trampling over the blood, and frost spread, freezing the corpses.

puff!

Another iron spear stirred up the remaining corpse.

Crunch!Crunch!Crunch!

Two knights, two wildebeests, and the chewing sounds completely broke the hearts of everyone else.

Fear, darkness, and coldness spread in all directions.

All the disciples who were looking from afar on the mountain peak and watching everything happening in front of the mountain gate saw this scene clearly.

Dead! Just like that!

The body was torn into pieces and eaten alive, becoming blood food!
At some point, Zeng Shoujing appeared inside the mountain gate, on the mountain path not far from the knights.

He was wearing a green robe and a square scarf on his head today, dressed like a scholar. However, the sword hanging at his waist was vermilion in color, and there was a flame pattern engraved on the hilt, which was very inconsistent with his attire and temperament.

He has always been a gentle and elegant man, like a teacher. Among the many hot-tempered disciples of Chixiao Peak, he is an extremely rare outlier.

But few people know that he has a terrifying talent and attainments in the sect's "Lihuo Shenxiao Sword Sutra". He had already mastered it many years ago and had even started to create his own magical skill, named "Da Ri Jin Zhang".

The sword in his hand is named Taihao, and he practices the way of the sun.

Beneath the gentle face and temperament, there is a proud heart full of endless ambitions.

"If I am given another twenty years, my Great Sun Gold Seal may be able to reach the level of a celestial being..."

"Unfortunately, I don't have time!"

Zeng Shoujing thought about this and felt a little regretful.

He did not continue to wait for those people to come closer. The blood of Du Hongyue and Xue Jingshan reminded him how terrifying the strength of the newcomers was and how cold their hearts were.

So, he spoke.

"Following the order of the Young Master, I invite King Xiang to fight in the trapped Longyuan..."

hum!
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the clouds in the sky changed color, a strong wind swept across the world, and the cold air seemed to turn this hot summer into a cold winter in an instant.

Rumble!
It was a clear sky, but suddenly there was a muffled thunder and thick clouds gathered. In an instant, they turned into dark clouds that covered the entire sky above the mountain gate. Even the sunlight was blocked, as if it had fallen into eternal night.

hum!
The dazzling golden light bloomed, like a flame exploding, or like the rising sun.

Zeng Shoujing's "Golden Seal of the Great Sun" appeared before the world for the first time.

He originally wanted to make a stunning debut, and he thought that once his magical power was unleashed, it would be as mighty as the sun, illuminating the whole world and shaking the four directions.

Keng!
The crisp sound of metal clashing was heard, and the Taihao Sword, on which he had placed all his ambitions and ambitions, broke.

When he realized that his sword was broken, he suddenly remembered that his head had been broken before the sword broke.

puff!

The head fell to the ground and blood was everywhere.

Zeng Shoujing's eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to see something clearly.

"That's... a knife..."

This was the last thought that flashed through his mind, and then he fell into eternal darkness.

However, this is not the end.

"If King Xiang wins..."

The voice of Xiao Shengyun, the head of the Law Enforcement Hall, was heard, and then he died, kneeling down and dying, with his head rolling to the ground.

"The clouds are rising and falling..."

Chi Luoyang, the head of the Chuan Gong Hall, followed closely behind, so he also died.

"All surrender."

This was the voice of Mu Yunting, the head of the General Affairs Hall. He was usually very smooth-talking and cunning. Many people said that he was a smiling tiger and was afraid of death. There were even many disciples who were discussing in private that if the Lord of Youdu came, he would be the first to surrender.

He has a big belly, but he has such a handsome name, which makes many people laugh.

Yet he also died with the same smile on his face as before, seemingly as usual.

"If King Xiang..."

boom!
The body of Xie Guisheng, the head of Zhili Hall, exploded directly, and his internal organs, bones, muscles, and skin were all turned into powder.

He originally wanted to say the word "defeat", but King Xiang did not give him the chance. The violent explosion and the blood and flesh shattered all over the ground seemed to indicate the king's anger and tyranny.

No one could mention that word in front of him.

nobody!
Tianbao Hall Master Mo Xigu and Tiangong Hall Master Li Bafang were both drenched in cold sweat. They knelt there trembling in fear, not daring to look up.

It was not until he noticed from the corner of his eye that the King Kong slave had gone far away that he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, I'm finally alive." Mo Xigu's face was full of tears, his head was engraved on the ground, and his whole body was trembling.

“I’m really afraid of death!”

Thinking of this, he felt somewhat fortunate.

He didn't dare to raise his head, but just listened quietly to the sound of horse hooves going away.

clatter! clatter! clatter!
puff!puff!
Suddenly, there was the sound of two sharp blades cutting through flesh.

Mo Xigu saw Li Bafang's head out of the corner of his eye. There seemed to be a lingering fear and joy of surviving a calamity in the other's eyes, and he didn't even realize that death was coming.

"Two voices. Who is the other dead person?"

As this thought flashed through his mind, he fell into darkness.

(End of this chapter)