Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

The color of the broken arm was black and blue, like a grass seedling that had been uprooted, and soon lost its vitality.Pieces of flesh and blood fell off the bones, like broken flowers that disintegrated in an instant, and the bones gradually melted and seeped into the ground.

At the joint between the broken arm and the body, blue-red blood rushed out, soaking the two arms on the same side.The blood seemed to be corrosive, and the blood-stained parts exposed dense white bones, followed by the wrist and forearm...

After performing the secret technique, Jiuyang's mind has been hovering between sobriety and fuzziness. At this time, the severe pain finally pushed him to one of the extremes.

The three intact arms struggled to reach the opposite direction, grabbed the only remaining upper arm, and tore it outward.

More blood splashed, and Jiuyang's entire body was soaked in a pool of blood.

Before turning into bones, the awkwardly bent head was facing Shen Ke.Eyes the size of copper bells were not closed until death.

The real death will never rest in peace.

Shen Ke sighed with emotion, and decided to dig a hole for him on the spot later.The iron sword is useless anyway, and it can be used as a shovel to collect corpses for others, which is also considered a merit.

He bent down and picked up the dropped iron sword.

"Get out of the way!"

A whoop.Shen Ke didn't have time to stand upright, but fortunately, he reacted very quickly, and simply squatted down and rolled over, narrowly escaped.

The white bones that had fallen in a pool of blood stood up unexpectedly, making a rattling sound when walking.

Shen Ke patted the dirt on his body, and cupped his fists to Xiao Daoluan who reminded him aloud: "Thank you!" In front of Xiao Daoluan, he wanted to maintain—if he had—a little demeanor.

Xiao Daoluan stood at the door of the wing with his hands behind his back, and nodded slowly.

He didn't understand where Shen Ke's self-confidence came from. In the face of such a battle, monks below Jindan should have turned pale with fright——

Dozens of bones approached from the end of the aisle, mixed with Jiuyang's bones, and it was impossible to tell which one was him.On the white bones, there are covered with yellow-brown spots, as if they had been buried under the soil for a long time before they "lived" again.

Judging by the size of these bones... it seems that they were all grown men during their lifetime.

Shen Ke suddenly remembered something, and was terrified for a moment.

He and Xiao Daoluan clearly counted, there are nine wing rooms in Fumo Temple, but even if they made such a big commotion, they didn't see anyone from the room separated by a wall come out to watch.If those wing rooms were originally full of monks...

where did they go

Could it be that the reason why this Temple of Subduing Demons is so gloomy is because it has already turned into a temple of death?

Dozens of white bones occupy one place each, seeming to be arranged in a strange formation, staring at Shen Ke with empty eye sockets.

Shen Ke shuddered suddenly.

Under the scorching sun, there should be no place for ghosts and ghosts to hide.But first he was chased and killed by the six-armed demon, and then he was surrounded by a white bone array. No matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be involved in a major event.

While the bones were staring at Shen Ke, Xiao Daoluan was also silently looking at them.

People cannot be resurrected after death, even if they are powerful in the Mahayana period, they can only use various secret methods to linger on their last days when their lives are about to end, in a vain attempt to comprehend the supreme way of heaven before the oil is exhausted and the lamps dry up, soaring from then on, immortal.

These bones must have not been to the Mahayana during their lifetime, and there are no Mahayana monks behind them. How did they manage to move freely?

Tantra really has some means.

But Xiao Daoluan was faintly complacent.So what if you can still walk after turning into bones?If you don't have the power to fight in life, what kind of demon can you be after death.Let all kinds of things confuse the mind, just one sword can break the enemy.

He just has this kind of confidence.

It's just that he forgot that there are people who are always more confident than him.

Shen Ke stood in front of the bone formation with a sword in his hand, and said loudly: "What kind of skill is it to play tricks...Master Hash!"

Jiuyang is dead, and the only one who can preside over the Bone Formation in Fumo Temple is the master Hash who traveled far away.

A mist rose from the white bones, and there was a figure in a black robe faintly in the mist.The black robe covered the opponent tightly, making it impossible to tell his age.

Shen Ke thought that the other party should be an older generation of monks. Although he didn't have much respect for his methods and treacherous skills, he still added a bit of politeness to his words.

"We didn't want to be an enemy of the master, but the master first calculated his friends, and then turned to the sword..." Shen Ke said, "If the master doesn't give an explanation, don't blame Shen for being rude!"

The black-robed man laughed loudly.

After laughing, his throat gurgled, like thousands of myriad reptiles competing to squeeze out, making the throat choked up.

Being in the middle of a pile of bones, coupled with such weird behavior, made this master look like a living person.

The man in black raised his hands and stretched them to the sky, praying with his head up.The same prayer as before Jiuyang gave birth to six arms.

If there are sentient beings, please see me temporarily...

If there are sentient beings, speak to me temporarily...

If there are sentient beings, temporarily hold my hand...

The jaws of dozens of white bones opened and closed silently.Their hands have become dry bones, without any flesh, yet they stretch out to the sky like men in black robes.Looking from a distance, it looks like a sea of ​​white bones, and the waves are about to rise to the blue sky.

Silently chanting the prayer, the bones dragged the stiff body and surrounded Shen Ke.

The white bone was cut in two by a sword, but the remaining two legs were still walking.The upper body, which lost both feet, used hands instead of feet, and approached him with its head and chest propped up.

A hand that was cut off, a head... Shen Ke seems to have something that attracts them. No matter what shape he is chopped off, as long as he can still move, he will continue to move closer to Shen Ke fearlessly .

Unless these dozens of corpses are really "shattered to pieces", Shen Ke will be trapped to death by them sooner or later!

A large piece of fabric had been torn off his chest by a sharp claw, and a large head was still biting at the hem of the gown.

Shen Ke took a deep breath, and cut the head hanging on the gown in half with a sword.The skull cracked, lost its grip, and Pat fell off him.

The dozens of bones that surrounded him had now turned into hundreds of broken bones, which surrounded Shen Ke like an iron bucket.Seeing that Shen Ke had no strength to fight back, the man in black, with a wave of his arm, turned towards Xiao Daoluan with a small half of the bone fragments.

Xiao Daoluan waited with his sword in hand.

With a sword out of its sheath, the white bones turned into powder.

Xiao Daoluan flicked off the powder dust that fell on his sleeves, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

He didn't draw his sword just now.

It was Shen Ke who drew the sword.

He once thought that his saber fell into Shen Ke's hands, and he was destined to be silent for a while.But this familiar breath clearly means that it is unmistakable.

Slashed dozens of corpses with one sword, and the realm has broken through the golden core, approaching Yuanying!

It was exactly the look Shen Ke should have after the sword energy entered his body.

Shen Ke leaned on the sword with both hands, as if he didn't expect the power of his own sword to be so powerful.He didn't know how he used this sword.

When he was surrounded by bones all over the sky, he felt panic.But this panic is nothing compared to the feeling when he saw them surrounding Xiao Daoluan.

It couldn't be said whether it was more panic or more anger, I just felt that Xiao Daoluan was torn apart by the bones in front of him, this scene was intolerable just thinking about it.

The whole body trembled slightly because of the imaginary picture, the hot air gathered from the limbs and bones blended with the sword pill in the lower abdomen, and the majestic sword energy was transmitted from the five fingers to the ink sword, gushing out.

The scattered bone fragments covered the brilliance of that sword.

It took Shen Ke a while to recover, leaning on his sword, he walked up to the black-robed man, and stabbed him right through him.Lifting the hood of the man in black with the tip of the sword, what he saw was a face that had already rotted.Rotten flesh still hangs on half of one cheek, while the other half has already become dry bones.

Shen Ke murmured: "No..."

His eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground in fatigue.

The moment before falling to the ground, the sudden pain was so familiar.

It's a pity, he thought, he hasn't said goodbye to Xiao Daoluan handsomely yet.