The scene before them sent shivers down the spines of Xiao Fengqing and the others.
Chen Changsheng's gaze narrowed, his expression gradually turning strange.
The man who was gnawing on a human hand suddenly stopped chewing, looked up at the approaching group, and finally fixed his gaze on Chen Changsheng.
The human palm fell to the ground with a thud.
The madness in the man's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by clarity and composure.
He wiped the blood from his mouth, clenched his fist, and coldly said to Chen Changsheng, "Didn't expect it, did you? I'm still alive!"
Chen Changsheng nodded, replying calmly, "I didn't expect you to turn into such a ghastly sight."
"Ghastly sight?!"
The man seemed to be provoked, his face suddenly contorting hideously, revealing bloodstained gums as he roared with all his might, "I became like this all thanks to you! It's because you didn't kill me directly that I fell into the hands of that妖女 Liu Yuemei, turning me into this, addicted to gnawing on human palms!!"
The conversation between the two stunned Xiao Fengqing.
From their words, he could guess that they were mortal enemies, and the other party had even been resurrected?
"Fellow Daoist Chen, do you know this guy?" Xiao Fengqing asked.
Chen Changsheng nodded calmly. The man gnawing on a human hand before them wasn't some evil spirit from the wilderness, but Chen Xizhong, whom he hadn't seen in decades!
The halberd that had just slain the Hundred-Eyed Toad appeared in his hand, and Chen Changsheng's face was calm. With a clang, the Ninefold Yellow Springs Sword sang as it was drawn, spinning around him like a stream of light.
He could kill Chen Xizhong once, and he could kill him a second time!
Chen Xizhong suddenly covered his face and laughed maniacally, as if mocking the fact that they had to fight to the death upon meeting, or perhaps mocking the weakness of Chen Changsheng and his companions.
His laughter, like demonic whispers, echoed long and lingering in this land of white bones.
On the stage artifact, Miaomiao frowned slightly and said in her clear, cold voice, "Master, be careful, it's a monster!"
Chen Changsheng acted swiftly, immediately applying several Rank Two talismans and releasing several defensive spells on himself.
Miaomiao usually wouldn't speak up at such times; her proactive reminder meant she must have seen something extraordinary.
So Chen Changsheng immediately manipulated the magic copper mirror, shining it towards Chen Xizhong.
The image presented in the mirror immediately stunned Chen Changsheng. He seemed to understand something, and a look of realization and pity appeared on his face.
The person in the mirror was not Chen Xizhong, but a pile of bizarre souls stitched together, wrapped in countless purplish-black hands, embedded in Chen Xizhong's corpse, and exuding monstrous demonic energy, like a strange demon!
Chen Xizhong's wisp of a soul was within, but it was so small that it was difficult to see clearly.
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but recall what the group members had said: the methods of妖魔 evil cultivators are very strange; they can allow the dead to be reborn in another form.
This wasn't rebirth at all!
This was clearly a pile of stitched妖魔 demons, occupying Chen Xizhong's corpse and his memories...
Chen Xizhong had died decades ago!
"A corpse puppet? A corpse puppet with self-awareness and memories?"
Chen Changsheng spoke calmly, his spirit and energy converging, his true energy and blood essence surging out like a vast sea.
Chen Xizhong's face suddenly twisted. He didn't understand what these words meant, but he had heard them countless times.
Every elder of the Sacred Flame Sect would say something like this upon seeing him.
Each one showed him a look of pity, without explaining the reason, making his ears ache and his heart particularly loathe these words.
His anger instantly filled his brain, and his eyes became bloodshot.
"Shut up!! You high and mighty, self-righteous bastards! Shut your mouths for me!!"
'Chen Xizhong' lost his mind on the spot.
He had become unlike the person in his memories. From the day he started gnawing on human hands, the souls within his body began to constantly erode everything about him, changing his personality.
Boom!
In an instant, 'Chen Xizhong's' figure stretched into a phantom under the moonlight, and incomprehensible daos and magic rampaged together.
Miaomiao immediately brandished her flying sword, and the Grand Ether Heavenly罡 Sword Array descended like a ring.
"Golden Feather Flying鸿 Killing Array!"
Xiao Fengqing roared and formed an array with the other four.
Golden feathers fluttered in the sky, as if countless assassins were hiding within the golden feathers, instantly erupting with a fierce, cold light.
Faced with the array of killing moves like stars in the sky,
'Chen Xizhong' let out a sharp roar, the sound waves spreading in bursts, and tens of thousands of purplish-black palms rose from the ground, blocking and propping open all the daos and might that were suppressing them.
At the same time, black smoke shrouded the sky, and a gigantic purplish-black handprint pressed down fiercely, colliding with the countless palms that rose into the sky.
Bang—
In an instant, daos were extinguished, and array patterns shattered!
Xiao Fengqing and the other four were blasted away, spitting out blood uncontrollably, and countless purplish-black hands stretched out from the void, scratching, clutching, climbing, and enveloping them!
The stage artifact rippled with brilliant light under this impact. Although all the flying sword artifacts were destroyed, Miaomiao was unharmed. She took out another magic artifact, preparing to help her master.
At the center of the battlefield, Chen Changsheng had already engaged in a fierce battle with 'Chen Xizhong'.
The sky and earth within a hundred miles were reaching out with palms, densely packed and continuous, as if towering giant trees connected the sky and the earth. The entire world was covered with purplish-black hands, trying to imprison Chen Changsheng's body, but they were blasted into pieces by endless blood-colored lightning.
Clang!
The Ninefold Yellow Springs Sword erupted with a sharp sword cry, transforming into one hundred and eight flying swords in the sky.
The overwhelming sword shadows gathered and descended, the torrential sword energy rampaging and sweeping, like a sword god descending to earth to cleanse the world.
The highest realm of the Grand Ether Heavenly罡 Sword Classic: the One Hundred and Eight Sword Realm!
After practicing daos for a hundred years, Chen Changsheng had honed this sword technique to its highest realm, unleashing its strongest form, shredding the dense layers of palms.
'Chen Xizhong' screamed and attacked, his hands cut off countless times by the halberd, and regenerated countless times.
While screaming, a pile of tiny purplish-black arms suddenly emerged from his mouth. They expanded the moment they flew out, rushing straight towards Chen Changsheng's face like魔爪 demonic claws.
It was sudden and impossible to defend against!
But Chen Changsheng ignored these arms. The talismans and defensive spells on his body lit up at the same time, igniting the palms that came at him from a distance.
Chen Changsheng himself swung the Great Wilderness镇Heaven Halberd, drawing a crescent moon in the air and fiercely beheading 'Chen Xizhong'.
The screams stopped abruptly, and blood flew into the air.
But 'Chen Xizhong' did not die. The flesh on the headless corpse was rapidly wriggling, like countless tiny maggots squirming, looking extremely disgusting.
Chen Changsheng stood before this corpse, the visual impact was the strongest.
He saw countless tiny purplish-black arms, crawling out of the severed neck like spiders.
"What the hell is that?!"
Chen Changsheng's mouth twitched, he forced himself to endure the nausea, and threw a Ten Thunder God Curse into the corpse.
