The Eternal Calamity of the Heaven-shading

Chapter 194: The Master's Corpse Transformation
A few hours ago,
From deep within the forbidden area of Guijianmen, the roar of chains breaking continued to be heard.

The leader of Guijian Sect made seals with his hands and the Guiyuan Sword was suspended above his head. As for the Dharma-transmitting elder Wu Zhengfeng and the other elders, they were scattered around with alert looks.

Several people broke through the restrictions along the way and finally reached the deepest part without any danger.

In front of him, there was a huge sarcophagus lying horizontally, with faint wisps of red mist seeping out from the cracks, which looked weird and inexplicable.

"Why did the founder's coffin become like this?" Wu Zhengfeng observed carefully and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

The leader of Guijian Sect raised his head, turned to look at Guiyuan Sword, and asked, "Master Sword Spirit, shall we start now?"

"Ok!"

A wave of divine thought came, expressing agreement.

Seeing this, the sect leader immediately knelt on the ground and said sincerely: "Master Guiyuan, I am your humble disciple, the 405th generation sect leader, Wu Qixiao. I have opened the tomb of the master without permission today. It is to promote the lineage of Guijian Sect, not to disrespect it. I hope the master will forgive me."

Even with the protection of the Guiyuan Sword, his voice still trembled.

The moment the words fell, the soul-sealing talismans densely pasted on the coffin lid spontaneously combusted without wind.

boom!
Before they could react, another soft sound was heard from inside the sarcophagus, startling everyone.

"Did the ancestor appear in spirit?" Several elders were somewhat surprised and doubtful.

They saw the red mist suddenly begin to shake wildly, as if millions of ghost claws were struggling, and then spread over little by little, with a bone-chilling chill.

"It's really too weird. It doesn't seem like the phenomenon of corpse transformation into immortality as recorded in ancient books."

As the red fog grew thicker, it was filled with a chilling murderous intent, as if something had awakened.

Wu Zhengfeng seemed to have thought of something bad and was about to speak out to remind him when he saw the Guiyuan Sword flying over on its own.

"Break the formation while alive and reincarnate after death, has the master really figured it out?" The Guiyuan Sword God was a little excited and talked to himself.

Before he finished speaking, a ray of sword energy came out from the Great Sage's weapon.

"The ancestor's coffin is opened!"

"Witness the reincarnation, the awakening of the Yin God."

Including the leader of Guijian Sect, everyone was surprised and happy. They had been planning for several years just for the things in the coffin, and now they finally saw it.

But soon, the surprise turned into panic.

Whoosh!
The red fog in the sky suddenly condensed into ghost claws and directly pierced through the chest of an elder.

Wu Zhengfeng's pupils contracted, and he clearly saw a large red-haired hand reaching out from the red mist.

Then, the true form of the things inside was finally revealed.

This is a corpse, with a tall stature. No one knows what it has been through. The divine jade clothes it was wearing when it was buried have rotted, and sparse red hair has grown on it, which seems to be the source of the red fog.

The most terrifying thing is its eyes, which are cold and numb, devoid of all human emotions.

"Master Guiyuan?"

The leader of Guijian Sect was frightened because the face of the corpse looked very similar to the one in the portrait, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were the same person.

Wu Zhengfeng shouted anxiously: "No, this is not the ancestor, it has turned into a monster, a red-haired monster."

"Roar!"

Patriarch Guiyuan roared, and two red lights shot out of his eyes.

Buzz!
The Guiyuan Sword immediately dropped thousands of mists, isolating most of the power fluctuations.

Even so, the elders were still so angry that they almost fainted. After all, it was a great saint's corpse that was in contact with spirits, which was far beyond the reach of the three immortals.

"Roar!"

Seeing his attack blocked, Guiyuan Patriarch's eyes turned red, and he roared and rushed over again, ignoring all kinds of magic. He stretched out his big claws covered with red hair and ripped off the skull of an elder, spilling brain matter everywhere. "Ah..."

Another elder was also in trouble, he let out a scream, half of his body was torn off, blood gushed out. As for the dozen weapons he had sacrificed, they were all swallowed by the Guiyuan Patriarch in one gulp, making a crunching sound like chewing beans, and they could not last more than half a second.

Such a horrifying scene made everyone's hair stand on end and their bones shudder.

Just as Wu Zhengfeng said, it is no longer the ancestor, but a red-haired monster, more terrifying than a ghost, extremely murderous and cruel.

"The founder of Guiyuan has transformed into a corpse. All elders must quickly gather the Nine Palaces and start the great formation to protect the sect."

The leader of Guijian Sect roared and spat out his lifeblood, and his spiritual thoughts were transmitted to many elders outside through the jade beads.

After a moment, he shouted at Wu Zhengfeng again: "Elder Wu, you go out first, organize everyone and protect Lingbao. He is the hope for the future of Guijianmen."

"What about you?" Wu Zhengfeng dodged the attack of the red mist hand and moved around with difficulty.

"I opened the mausoleum without permission, causing the ancestor to turn into a monster. My sin is grave, so I should stay and stop the situation from getting worse."

"Please ask the magic sword to help me and give the ancestor some peace."

As he spoke, the leader of Guijian Sect bowed and channeled all his blood and energy into the Guiyuan Sword, allowing the latter to unleash its full power.

"Elder Wu, please leave immediately. The sect leader is right. This is our fault." The remaining three elders also contributed their own blood and energy, ready to die.

"The Yin God was not formed. Some kind of change occurred and it failed." The Guiyuan Sword God murmured to himself.

Zheng!
The next moment, the Guiyuan Sword burst out with unprecedented might, and the power of the law was overwhelming, strangling down, trying to suppress the Guiyuan Patriarch who had transformed into a corpse.

……

Time returns to now,

The seventy-two sword monuments of Guijian Sect hummed at the same time, sword shadows shot up into the sky, and the sect's formation was activated.

When most of the disciples were still at a loss, many elders took to the air, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Lingbao and Xu Xinyao also flew into the air. When they saw him appear, they all said in unison, "Greetings, Holy Son."

"Well, I have heard the message from the Sect Master just now. I will be in charge of the formation now. All disciples below the Dragon Transformation Realm will retreat into the secret realm."

Now that the sect master and the elder who preaches the Dharma are not present, Lingbao naturally took over the leadership.

Behind him, an iron sword suddenly trembled violently, and the rust peeled off, revealing a half-inch of sharp edge. In fact, it was not just the status, with his current cultivation and combat power, he was definitely worthy of it.

The other elders took this for granted and bowed, saying, "We will obey the orders of the Holy Son."

Seeing this, Lingbao nodded slightly.

At this moment, Xu Xinyao was standing beside him and could clearly see that his fingers hidden in his sleeves were calculating the formation tactics, with his knuckles turning white.

"You guys wait here first, let me go into the forbidden area to check out the real situation." Looking in the direction of the forbidden area, Lingbao was worried.

Xu Xinyao subconsciously dissuaded him: "Don't!"

Before he finished speaking, a scream was heard.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black shadow passing across the moon. The tattered Taoist robe fluttered in the wind like a flag, dyed red.

"master!"

Lingbao and Xu Xinyao exclaimed in surprise, the figure was clearly the Dharma Elder Wu Zhengfeng.

But then they found something wrong, because there was a terrifying figure following behind Wu Zhengfeng, dragging three-foot-long black nails. Wherever he passed, blood rained down, and no one could match him.

"Come on!"

Wu Zhengfeng shouted loudly, and a moment later, a deformed claw pierced his chest, leaving a bloody mess.

(End of this chapter)