Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 162 Demon Skeleton
Although the other disciples remained silent, they did not take it seriously. How could the grudges in people's hearts be eliminated so easily?

"Brother Qi, there are traces of Mohist mechanisms in the southwest corner."

One of the disciples couldn't help but shout, as if he had seen something incredible.

Qi Huan forced himself to stop thinking and immediately led everyone to rush forward after hearing the sound.

When the searchlight illuminated the valley ahead, even the most unruly Yan Qi gasped. Hundreds of skeletons were laid out radially, each with a rusty bronze nail embedded in the skull. Decayed chains strung these dry bones together into a strange star map.

"Demon-Suppressing Nail!"

After a long time, Qi Huan slowly exhaled and looked at the skeleton closest to his feet. A rotten bronze nail was stuck directly into the skull's forehead, and fine bone cracks that made his scalp tingle were spreading everywhere.

Yan Qi suddenly exclaimed, "Look at the one in the southeast corner!"

The Yin River formed a whirlpool-shaped deep pool here, with a half-broken bronze pillar inserted diagonally at the edge of the pool.

At the end of the chain wrapped around the column, there was a dark skeleton over ten feet tall.

Even though it had been dead for who knows how many years, the skeleton still maintained the posture of roaring towards the sky, with the twelve pairs of ribs in the chest piercing the dome like scimitars, and a half-foot-long spiral horn grew on its forehead, its surface covered with dark red blood grooves.

Qi Huan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the sole of his boot crushed a tiny finger bone, making a teeth-grinding crisp sound.

I didn't know when beads of sweat the size of beans began to drip from my forehead, and the cold sweat on my back quickly soaked my clothes.

He raised the searchlight in his hand and illuminated the skull of the skeleton. The surface of the rusted bronze nail was covered with tadpole-shaped dark patterns, and dark green crystals oozed from the cracks at the end of the nail.

"What's this……"

"It should be the skeleton left behind by a martial arts expert."

"Can a skeleton be this big?"

"Yueshan has grown to over two and a half meters tall. It's not uncommon to see people ten feet tall. I remember a few years ago, a general from the Great Zhou Dynasty came to Tiangong Cave to ask for weapons, but he was taller than ten feet."

"But look at the horn on the skeleton. It's not something a human can grow."

"Could it be the remains of a demon?"

While the disciples were discussing it.

Qi Huan stepped forward as if possessed by a ghost and reached out to touch the unicorn horn.

The next moment, his body trembled slightly, and he stood still like a sculpture.

He heard the exclamations of the sixteen disciples as if through a thousand layers of water curtains, and the chill from his fingertips rushed straight into his mind along his meridians.

The horn turned into liquid the moment it touched him, and dark red lines climbed up his arm like a living thing, and a hideous evil spirit totem emerged from under his skin.

"Senior Brother Qi!"

Yan Qi's anxious voice was accompanied by a crossbow arrow that brushed past his ear and hit the rock wall. He wanted to break the remains apart, but he didn't expect that the crossbow arrow would actually create sparks when it hit the bones. The remains did not break, but the fine steel crossbow arrow was broken into pieces.

But in Qi Huan's eyes, the world had been completely distorted. The Yin River turned into a surging sea of ​​blood, and every skeleton opened its empty eye sockets and roared.

"Why?! Why can't loyalty be exchanged for trust? I've worked so hard for Tiangong Cave for so many years, and you deny me just because of this one thing?"

Waves of blood slammed against the embankment of bones, and each bone transformed into a familiar face of Qi Huan's fellow disciples.

He saw the skeleton of Chu Xu, the head of the Mohist School, grinning, his rusted bronze dentures clashing in a harsh sneer: "A dog from the Hidden Blade Pavilion is worthy of touching the Heavenly Crafts Map?"

The floating skull next to him suddenly grew into the Master's face, and a sharp scream escaped from his broken throat: "Do you think that kneeling and licking the blade can cleanse your bloodline? You are my disciple, do you think they will treat you as before, regard you as the most talented disciple of Tiangong Cave? Wrong, very wrong. Xu Yunfan is now the center of attention, and the heads of various departments are looking at him eagerly. And you, like a rat in the gutter, are ignored!"

"When the Weapon Casting Hall was first built, who was the one who endured seven days and nights to protect it?"

Qi Huan's roar shattered the bloody waves, but more images emerged from the shattered waves. As he vomited blood and marked the weaknesses of the mechanism on the ink line diagram, Mo Han was casually placing his merit book under the teacup;
When he led his disciples to defend the crack of Ghost Crying Abyss, the disciples of the Punishment Hall were stuffing secret letters to the enemy into his bedroom.

"No, I didn't do this, not me! I didn't!! What did you put into my memory?!"

Qi Huan covered his head and staggered backward with a ferocious expression. The veins on his forehead bulged under the skin, as if they would be torn apart completely in the next moment.

A huge bronze mirror rose from the sea of ​​blood, reproducing the scene of the celebration banquet that took place three days ago when they arrived at the Ghost Abyss.

Qi Huan saw himself standing on the stone steps outside the hall holding the gift, his sweat-soaked Cangfeng Pavilion uniform clinging to his back. The disciples passing by him ignored him and no longer showed him the respect they once had.

"Senior Brother Xu is here!"

"Senior Brother Xu is here!"

He looked back and saw Xu Yunfan, carrying the Thunder and Fire Qilin Hammer, surrounded by a group of disciples and walking into the celebration banquet.

Mo Han's loud laughter was heard from the hall.

"Let's remove the seat from Cangfeng Pavilion. Their first disciple probably prefers to stay in the dark."

The mirror was suddenly splattered with blood, and the blood beads condensed into a picture of the Sixteen Guards disciples having their weapons pulled out. Yan Qi protected his severed wrist and screamed with a grim expression.

"Brother Qi! They said our sword box would offend our distinguished guests!"

"I designed the Nine-Link Mechanical Crossbow myself, and you changed the patterns and said it was inherited from the Tiangong Cave!"

Qi Huan's black steel sword split the blood mirror, but the fragments turned into thousands of barbed edicts.

The cinnabar writing on the edict dripped with venom: "Those who hide in the Fengge Pavilion will never be allowed to hold the reins of power."

He recognized that this was the preface to "Loyalty and Righteousness" that he had copied three hundred times on his birthday last year.

A rotten hand suddenly stretched out from the pile of bones, holding a still beating heart in its palm.

The demon's bewitching voice mingled with the pulsation of his bloodstream: "Look at the fellow disciples you protect. When they shared the glutinous rice dumplings at the celebration banquet, did they leave even a single grain for the dog that was exorcising evil spirits in the gutter?"

The demon skeleton suddenly stood up, and its pitch-black bone claws pierced through his chest and grasped his beating heart.

In the midst of the excruciating pain, Qi Huan heard an indistinguishable whisper: "Do you want the power for revenge? Take back everything you have lost with honor. If they won't give it to you, then rob them. If they won't give it to you, then seize it. Whoever opposes you, then kill them. Those who obey you will prosper, and those who defy you will perish!"

Do you smell it? The delicious essence of the spirit rising from the earth's veins will give you supreme power!

"Senior Brother Qi!!"

The sixteen disciples in reality watched Qi Huan suddenly kneel on the ground. The other six black steel swords of different lengths ejected from the sword box, and with the buzzing sound of the swords, they actually floated in the air and surrounded Qi Huan.

This scene made all the disciples stop in their tracks, looking shocked.

Yan Qi couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward.

The six hanging swords suddenly emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and the wavy patterns on the sword spines glowed with dark red blood.

Yan Qi's fingertips were still three inches away from Qi Huan's shoulder, but the long sword had already pierced his throat.

(End of this chapter)