Chapter 379
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His body was covered in mud and a strange aura that seemed to stick to his surroundings like a cloud of black mist.
Wherever he passed, the vegetation would wither.
He only stopped when he was out of the Mausoleum of Swords.
Several Brahman Sea and eight meridians cultivators flew over from afar. When they landed, they bowed at the same time. "Greetings, sect leader! Sect leader … What are you doing? "
How could the remaining disciples not be shocked when they saw Zhang Yuanshan's ghostly appearance?
It was true that the Righteous Sect had fallen to this day and had to flee everywhere, but there was no need for them to look like they were neither human nor ghost, right? At least they had a few disciples with them.
Zhang Yuanshan slowly raised his head.
He opened his eyes …
His eyes flashed with a cold light.
He raised his right hand.
Purple energy that looked like tentacles emerged from his hand. The tentacles connected to the palm seal and spread out.
"Sect leader …"
Several disciples could not react in time and were grabbed by the strange palm seal by the neck.
Their feet left the ground …
They looked at their Sect Master Zhang Yuanshan in horror.
They did not know what was happening … Fear filled their hearts.
Then, their breathing became rapid.
The palm seal began to close!
"Sect leader … No, no, don't …"
Unfortunately, Zhang Yuanshan's face was stiff and emotionless like tree bark, and his eyes were filled with indifference.
All the disciples were lifted into the air by the tentacles.
Bit by bit, the disciples' auras followed the tentacles and gathered toward Zhang Yuanshan's body before entering his body.
"Good …"
Zhang Yuanshan opened his chapped lips and spat out the word 'good'.
Crack.
Crack.
The palm seal suddenly tightened.
The disciples' heads tilted to the side and stopped breathing.
Their life energy was also absorbed by the tentacles, and they became more and more shriveled and ugly.
The tentacles retracted, and the shriveled corpses fell to the ground.
At this moment, a deep voice rang in his ears. "Don't waste time on a boring target."
Zhang Yuanshan lowered his head and nodded. "Alright."
He grabbed the rope and continued forward with the corpses.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the forest.
…
After an unknown period of time.
Zhang Yuanshan dragged the shriveled corpses to a lake.
He stopped and looked into the distance, muttering, "Golden … Court … Mountain."
The voice continued to command, "Continue on your way. Golden Court Mountain is not your target …"
"Alright."
Zhang Yuanshan dragged the corpse and continued forward.
The strange thing was that the path he was taking was exactly in the direction where the Withering Circles appeared. All the Withering Circles formed a line …
Until he disappeared at the end of the lake.
It was also at this time, above the forest by the lake.
A white-clothed figure looked in the direction where Zhang Yuanshan disappeared and murmured, "Puppet?"
Ye Tianxin looked at the lake and then in the direction of Golden Court Mountain.
A hesitant look appeared on his face.
…
The next morning, the sky was overcast and dark.
The green jade altar was quiet and peaceful.
There was a person standing in the middle of the green jade altar...
He closed his eyes and placed his hands on the hilt of the sword in front of him.
"Mister Second, you shouldn't wait any longer. The Righteous Sect's territory had long since belonged to the Nether Sect. Zhang Yuanshan is famous for being as timid as a mouse. How could he have returned? "a Nether Sect disciple at the side said as he bowed.
Yu Shangrong did not open his eyes. He smiled faintly and said, "There's no hurry."
"This …"
"Thank you for your kindness," Yu Shangrong said warmly.
At this moment, black patches appeared among the towering trees several miles in front of the green jade altar.
"Mister Second, it looks like it's going to rain soon. The sect master has asked me to take good care of you." The disciple suddenly felt that the Sword Devil was truly approachable. He should be polite to him. Perhaps, they could become good friends. When he traveled the pugilistic world in the future, he could mention that he was acquainted with the Sword Devil.
"Stand back."
"Huh?"
Yu Shangrong did not turn around. Instead, he raised an eyebrow slightly. An energy suddenly shot out from his back.
Bam!
The Nether Sect disciple reeled back and flew out of the green jade altar.
The instant he flew out, he finally understood that his sect master was right. The rumored Mister Second was indeed a terrifying person with a gentle appearance.
…
Yu Shangrong looked at the forest before him.
The Longevity Sword in his hand vibrated slightly.
He was not afraid or worried. Instead, a smile appeared on his face. "A powerful enemy?"
The Longevity Sword vibrated again as though it had a telepathic connection with its master.
"Perhaps … It's more interesting this way."
He liked challenges and powerful enemies.
This was especially true after he crossed off the names on the list. He found it boring.
Many so-called elites were so weak that they were boring.
However, the peculiar energy fluctuation in front of him piqued his interest.
The trees in the area gradually withered, and the leaves fell to the ground.
Yu Shangrong saw Zhang Yuanshan with disheveled hair and a dirty face. He was carrying a rope on his back as he advanced.
He moved closer and closer.
He moved swiftly.
In just a few breaths, he arrived below the green jade altar from the forest.
Looking down from above, this scene was extremely strange … Think about it, in an environment where there was no one around, and a monster covered in paste appeared, dragging a corpse. What would you think?
Yu Shangrong frowned slightly.
At this moment, the person dragging the corpse looked up.
"Yu … Shang … Rong … We … meet …"
He spoke slowly.
Their conversation was laced with energy fluctuations.
"Zhang Yuanshan?" Yu Shangrong did not expect Zhang Yuanshan to behave like this. He was slightly puzzled.
"You … want … to … kill … me …"
Yu Shangrong was not afraid of Zhang Yuanshan's appearance. He remained calm as he said, "Everyone on the list will die under my sword."
"Good."
Zhang Yuanshan spat out the word.
His eyeballs kept darting around.
After he finished speaking, he did not move from his spot as though he was preparing for something.
Yu Shangrong sensed the peculiar energy fluctuation from Zhang Yuanshan.
He smiled faintly and said, "Interesting."
He raised his Longevity Sword with his right hand and pointed with his thumb.
Zing!
The Longevity Sword was unsheathed. Traceless Sword!
Energy swords formed in front of Yu Shangrong. They spun around the Longevity Sword before they descended.
He was merely testing the waters. His sword technique was not powerful.
Swish! Swish!
Swish! Several energy swords gathered and shot toward Zhang Yuanshan.
Zhang Yuanshan did not move from his spot. Bam!
Bam! Bam!
The energy swords landed on Zhang Yuanshan's body and vanished.
Zhang Yuanshan did not fall.
The moment an elite made a move, Yu Shangrong would be able to tell.
Yu Shangrong looked down and said disapprovingly, "Witchcraft?"
"You … have … some … eyes …" Zhang Yuanshan sensed the powerful energy in his body.
He still did not make a move.
He had two to three chances to make a move.
Hence, he had to seize the best opportunity to kill Yu Shangrong.
The Longevity Sword flew back and hovered before him.
Yu Shangrong glanced at the Longevity Sword and said, "I hope you'll be able to satisfy this sword."
He tapped the ground lightly with the tip of his foot.
He leaped down from the Green Jade Altar that towered into the clouds.
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