Chapter 203. Eloped
Arc 7 : Last Nightmare
At this time, the three taoist priests have basically lost their ability to fight. If another BOSS stronger than Sun Jin comes, they will be completely wiped out.
Seeing this, Wen Yicheng silently chanted a spell and ordered Du Yan to stand at the corner of the street.
This way, once the enemy attacks, Du Yan will be able to take the attack immediately, and they may even be able to take the opportunity to escape.
Du Yan stood silently on the street, facing the empty street, welcoming the unknown powerful existence.
The visibility in front of him was very low, less than half a meter, and only the sound of footsteps was clear enough to be abnormal.
Du Yan stood there without moving. He felt the person who came was the one he wanted to see.
After a moment, a vague figure appeared in the hazy white mist. The person was very tall, wearing a black outfit, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. If it weren’t for this strange environment, he would probably attract people’s attention.
The two of them were getting closer and closer, and the fog on the street was slowly dissipating. The familiar face that caught Du Yan’s eyes was indeed the one he wanted to see.
Du Yan didn’t feel any surprise in his heart, on the contrary, his brows furrowed.
There seemed to be something wrong with Xiao Lang in front of him, but this weirdness was not caused by his appearance.
Xiao Lang’s outfit was not much different from before, except that he changed his clothes to pure black shoes, black jeans, and a black casual shirt.
His appearance will not change at all. As the ghost king, he can keep the same appearance as when he dies as long as he wishes.
Du Yan was still wearing the black hooded cape, his features hidden under the cape. Xiao Lang seemed to have just noticed someone in front of him and stopped walking.
He looked at Du Yan for a moment and said: “Corpse-guardian? False information again. “
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Lang suddenly waved his hand, and a gust of cold wind turned into a blade and flew straight towards Du Yan.
Du Yan reacted very quickly and was about to move, but he discovered something. He stopped midway, and his whole body seemed to be stiff because he had not reacted in time.
Wen Yicheng, who was hiding in the back, panicked, thinking that it was because of his lack of strength that the corpse-guardian creature failed to dodge the attack of the ghost king. He tightly grasped the bell on his chest used to control the corpse-guardian creature, ready for a do-or-die battle.
The current situation seems to be somewhat different from what everyone imagines.
The blade transformed by the cold wind just barely passed over Du Yan’s head, not hurting him at all, not even a hair fell off. However, the hood covering his face was cut in half and fell off.
Xiao Lang launched a blow and then looked down at his hand in confusion. What was going on? He was clearly aiming for the man’s heart, but when he was about to strike, his body seemed to be out of control and abruptly changed the direction of the attack.
He looked up at the person opposite him, and when he was about to make up for it, he froze in his tracks.
Xiao Lang’s eyes widened slightly, but his expression was a little strange, like both excitement and anger.
Du Yan saw him clench his fists so hard that the muscle lines on his arms could be seen even through his clothes. Xiao Lang’s jawline was tightly clenched, probably because he was suppressing some intense emotion.
Xiao Lang stared at Du Yan for a moment, his eyes slowly turning blood red, and then the ghost energy on his body became visibly denser.
The entire ghost space was under the control of Xiao Lang, and a gust of cold wind suddenly rose from the ground, and thousands of ghosts cried together.
“Oh no! Ghost, Ghost King is going berserk.”
Even the calm Zhuo Jie was a little panicked at this moment.
Du Yan couldn’t speak at this time. He just looked at Xiao Lang silently, no different from other corpses.
Xiao Lang looked at him, his voice so grim that it seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: “You guys deceived me again. You knew I liked this look, so you used magic to create the same appearance to deceive me!”
Du Yan finally understood where Xiao Lang’s abnormality came from. The man in front of him was talking incoherently. He looked indifferent and rational at first, but he could become so violent and crazy in an instant.
Is this becoming stupid again?
Xiao Lang had once become stupid because of forcibly splitting his soul, and the current situation forced Du Yan to think about this possibility. In addition, he thought of what he had heard about the Ghost King at Lingxing sect.
Xiao Lang was struck by 81 thunderbolts because of his actions against the will of heaven. Could it be that the thunderbolts did not kill Xiao Lang to pieces but made him stupid?
Before Du Yan could figure out what was going on, Xiao Lang had already started to show his power.
Ghostly energy as black as ink spread out from his feet, and then dyed the entire street and even the sky and earth into a gray tone. Xiao Lang just waved his hand, and thousands of ghost hands appeared on the ground and walls.
The white-bone ghost hands surrounded the three taoist priests hiding in the back, trying to pull them directly into the ground. The taoist priests still had some tricks up their sleeves, and the ghost hands that touched their bodies turned into ashes.
However, those ghost hands were endless. Before the ashes fell to the ground, they condensed into new ghost hands. The methods of the Taoist priests were limited. Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, Wen Yicheng was about to ask the corpse-guardian to come over to help, but something strange happened in front of him.
The black mist surrounding Xiao Lang rushed straight up into the sky, and the thick black ghost energy condensed into hideous human faces in the air. Each face had the expression before death, crying in pain, despair, and numbness, which was terrifying.
These ghost faces crowded into the space within sight and then gathered into a torrent of ghost faces, sweeping the sound of ghost cries and thousands of grievances towards Du Yan.
Even though Du Yan was the corpse king at this time, he had only been born not long ago, so his strength had not yet stabilized. If he was hit by this torrent of ghost faces, he would definitely be seriously injured.
The torrent of ghost faces was getting closer and closer to Du Yan. In front of him were thousands of ghost faces, and behind him were three taoist priests entangled with the ghost hands.
Du Yan was still Wen Yicheng’s corpse-guardian at this time. The shackles in his body forced him to put Wen Yicheng’s life and safety first. Therefore, he could not avoid it and could only face it head-on.
The ghost face torrent was extremely fast and reached Du Yan in the blink of an eye.
Then, passed each other.
“……”
For some reason, those massive torrents of skulls and ghost faces, after reaching half a meter in front of him, moved to both sides just like Moses parting the sea.
Du Yan looked at the half-meter area around him that was so clean that no ghost faces could be seen and fell into silence.
Xiao Lang was originally furious and looked like he had lost his mind, but after seeing the situation in front of him, he seemed to have regained some composure and looked at Du Yan in disbelief.
Wen Yicheng seemed to see a chance of survival. Now, they were struggling desperately and were about to be dragged into a deeper ghost space by the ghost hand. He didn’t care too much and directly rang the small bell that he had been holding in his palm.
The bell made no sound, but to Du Yan, it sounded like thunder from nowhere.
Du Yan only felt that the power of the shackles in his body suddenly became extremely strong. He completely lost control of his body. With sharp claws in his hands, he pounced directly at Xiao Lang, who was standing there in a daze.
The two stood together for a moment. Xiao Lang was caught off guard by Du Yan and barely managed to resist.
The black nails stopped just before Xiao Lang’s eyebrows. He blocked Du Yan’s attack with one hand and raised his other hand to counterattack. However, the ghost energy gathered in his hand. When it touched Du Yan’s body, the ghost energy that should have exploded quietly dissipated.
Xiao Lang was stunned, somewhat incredulous. The situation before him did not look like he was attacking, but rather like he was touching the other person’s face tenderly.
However, Du Yan had completely lost control of his body at this time, so he would not show mercy to Xiao Lang. Taking this opportunity, he kicked him directly.
Xiao Lang was caught off guard and was kicked back several meters. The Corpse King’s body connected yin and yang, and Du Yan’s attack made him feel the pain he had not felt for a long time.
“You, why did you kick me?”
Xiao Lang’s figure spread out in the air, turned into black mist, and then rolled back to Du Yan like a gust of wind. As soon as he took shape, these words came out of his mouth.
“……”
Du Yan couldn’t say anything, but he said in his heart, I don’t want to do that either, can’t you see I’m being controlled by someone?
After several rounds of fighting, the more powerful Ghost King mysteriously fell behind and had no power to fight back and could only defend himself.
Xiao Lang just felt bitter in his heart, and he wanted to resist, but for some reason, everything seemed to be out of control.
When he was nearly blinded by the corpse king’s black nails again, Xiao Lang finally remembered one thing. Since he couldn’t take action against the corpse-guardian, he should kill the person who controlled him first.
Xiao Lang made a gesture of attacking the priest behind him.
Wen Yicheng looked up and saw the ruthless ghost king in front of him. He was terrified and didn’t care about anything else. He just bit his tongue.
Wen Yicheng sprayed blood from the tip of his tongue onto the bell. In the distance, a dazzling red light appeared on Du Yan’s body, and the power of the corpse-guardian creature increased exponentially.
Before Du Yan knew what was going on, he had already appeared behind Xiao Lang and bit Xiao Lang’s neck. The Corpse King’s teeth were extremely sharp when it was in an explosive state, and it bit off a large piece of flesh and blood with just one bite.
Xiao Lang was originally a ghost king without a physical body. When the flesh and blood fell into Du Yan’s mouth, it immediately turned into a ball of yin energy and fell into Du Yan’s body along his throat.
Seeing the situation turn around, Wen Yicheng wanted to control the corpse-guardian to tear the ghost king into pieces and swallow them, but he found that the corpse-guardian in front of him stopped in place and could no longer be controlled by him.
Du Yan stood there, feeling the yin energy entering his body, and the shackles in his body were instantly shattered.
Xiao Lang’s attack inexplicably stopped. He touched his bitten neck and turned around.
He looked at Du Yan, and the anger in his body faded away little by little, and then a little blush appeared on his pale face.
“You, you are just a fake. How dare you bite me!”
“……”
Du Yan opened his mouth but still couldn’t speak. It seemed that although he had gotten rid of the shackles, his body had not yet fully recovered.
Xiao Lang turned around angrily, only to see the small bell hanging on the young man’s chest suddenly shattered. He raised his eyebrows and said: “You broke the control instrument. Are you going to give this corpse-guardian to me to save your life?”
Wen Yicheng was still immersed in the blows of the losing control over corpse king and the magic weapon breaking, and for a moment, he was unable to understand what Xiao Lang meant.
Xiao Lang did not wait for his answer and continued: “Although it is just a corpse, I reluctantly accepted it because it looks like what I like.”
Afterward, Xiao Lang turned around, grabbed Du Yan’s arm, and waved.
The ghost hand retreated as suddenly as it came, and thick white fog rose from the ground again, making Shunping City in front of them slowly become hazy.
When Wen Yicheng and the other two rolled back to the real world from the passage, they still looked confused.
They stared at each other in bewilderment for a long time.
Zhuo Jie was the first to come to his senses and asked: “So, what happened and how did we escape from that dead end?”
Jiang Yue looked at his sect’s ShiXiong, then at Wen Yicheng, and said: “It seems that Priest Wen gave the Ghost King a gift that was very much to the Ghost King’s liking, so…”
Wen Yicheng looked at his fellow disciples, and his fathet surrounded him, and he wanted to cry but couldn’t.
How on earth should he explain so that his father can accept the cruel fact that the sect’s magic weapon was broken and the Corpse King eloped with Ghost King.
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