plumnovel Chapter 88 As long as I kneel fast enough, death can't catch me.
Chapter 88 As long as I kneel fast enough, death can't catch me.
Beneath Shenji Peak, a narrow sliver of sky.
The wind is dead.
It didn't stop, it was killed.
The withered leaves in mid-air were still floating when they suddenly shattered into powder.
There was a person standing in the middle of the road.
He carried a heavy sword case on his back, dressed in white, his hair so neatly combed that even a fly couldn't stand on it.
Xiao Wufeng.
This thing has changed.
It used to be like a sword just drawn from its sheath, eye-catching.
It now looks like a newly unearthed monument, eerie and sinister.
He sat under the "Slaughter" pillar in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords for seven breaths, until all his human energy was gone, leaving only death energy.
He didn't draw his sword.
Just standing there, the surrounding space looked like it had been chewed by a dog, full of tiny cracks.
His dead fish eyes were staring straight ahead.
Yu Liang was dressed in rags, holding a fat pig that was foaming at the mouth in his arms, looking like a hooligan who had just been caught stealing sweet potatoes.
"Junior Brother Yu."
Xiao Wufeng tapped his long, slender fingers on the sword case.
笃.
笃.
笃.
It's like nailing coffin boards to a dead person.
"Barely clothed, running alongside beasts. Is this your way?"
The sound was so dry it was almost brittle.
The way he looked at Yu Liang wasn't like he was looking at a person, but like he was looking at a pile of unrecyclable hazardous waste.
"I've just mastered a move called 'Slaying Karma by Killing,' and I've been looking for an opportunity to test it out. I wonder if your mouth, capable of reviving the dead, can withstand this sure-kill sword strike?"
Dead end.
A murderous god blocked the way ahead, and a crazy woman chased after him from behind.
Sweat instantly poured down Yu Liang's forehead.
In his "causal perspective," the black line representing killing intent on Xiao Wufeng's body was as thick as a roof beam, directly blocking the lifeline of his entire family.
Afraid?
I'm terrified.
But the terror on his face lasted only half a second.
next moment.
Yu Liang threw the piglet in his arms to the ground.
That movement was so fluid and graceful, it was a display of righteous indignation even at the cost of family ties.
Then, he opened his arms, his face beaming with the ecstatic joy of seeing his long-lost father.
He pushed off the ground with the soles of his feet, and like a cannonball, he charged straight toward Xiao Wufeng.
"Senior Brother Xiao! My family!"
"Quick! Help me! That crazy woman is trying to ruin my reputation!"
Xiao Wufeng's fingers, which were tapping the sword case, froze.
That chilling killing intent that had been brewing for so long was almost choked off by this sudden, bizarre move.
Is this guy crazy?
Before he could draw his sword and slice the filth that was rushing towards him into pieces.
Boom! ...
Shenji Peak behind them exploded.
Amidst billowing smoke and dust, a giant mechanical wolf, three zhang tall (approximately 10 meters), burst forth from the ground, obscuring the sun.
Something's wrong with this wolf.
Golden array patterns flowed across his armor plates. As soon as his feet touched the ground, the Bagua light wheel expanded outward, instantly turning earth and stone into steel.
Origin of the Myriad Phenomena Array
The good stuff that Mo Yuan sawed off from the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.
On the wolf's head, Mo Yuan's hair was disheveled, and her eyes were as red as if dripping blood.
She flicked her fingers wildly, and the threads of spiritual energy she pulled made the heavens and earth resound.
The voice was shrill, carrying a chilling possessiveness.
"Junior brother, you can't escape! Stay here!!!"
"I've figured it out! I'll take you apart, then piece you back together bit by bit, and you'll be mine forever! Even if you're dead, as long as your joints can still move, I can play with you for a lifetime!"
What kind of twisted logic is this?
Even Xiao Wufeng, who cultivated the "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions," felt his back teeth ache upon hearing it.
At that very moment.
Yu Liang made a smooth sliding kneel.
His knees left two streaks of sparks on the gravel road before precisely tucking behind Xiao Wufeng's thighs.
He poked half his head out and howled at Mo Yuan at the top of his lungs, his voice as pitiful as a young wife who had been seduced and abandoned:
"Senior sister! I'm not going back!"
"Senior Brother Xiao said! He's long had his eye on my perfect body!"
The air is dead.
Xiao Wufeng's deadpan face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Yu Liang didn't give him a chance to speak at all, his words flowing like a machine gun:
"He said he'd take me back to Heavenly Sword Peak to make me his personal 'sword servant'! He'd torture me day and night, play with me until I died! He'd never let you touch a single hair on my head!"
"He also said your formation is like a child building blocks—flashy but useless! Only his sword is the real deal!"
"Nonsense! I just want to kill..."
Xiao Wufeng's temples bulged with veins, and he was about to draw his sword to deal with his nemesis.
"Shut up!!!"
Mo Yuan screamed.
Reason vanished the moment they heard "stealing the collection" and "belittling the formation."
In her logic:
Killing Yu Liang = Destroying her perfect figurine.
Taking Yu Liang away means stealing her husband.
No matter which one it is, Xiao Wufeng must die!
"You dare touch my things...and you even dare to insult my principles of formations..."
Mo Yuan bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the core of the mechanical wolf.
"Myriad Machines - Absolute Killing Formation! Activate!"
boom!
The mechanical giant wolf roared to the sky, and the golden array patterns on its body exploded, transforming into countless golden light grids.
The area, spanning hundreds of feet, was instantly cut into countless independent cubes.
"Xiao Wufeng! Within this domain of absolute order, your sword can't even utter a fart!"
Mo Yuan clenched his fist with five fingers.
The spatial cube where Xiao Wufeng was located suddenly contracted, and the terrifying feeling of compression was as if it wanted to crush him into mincemeat.
"Array formations? Unorthodox and heretical methods."
Xiao Wufeng's eyes were icy cold.
Draw your sword.
Nothing fancy.
There wasn't even any sword energy.
He simply handed over a sword, nothing out of the ordinary.
This sword strike carries only pure "death".
The authority granted by the Slaughtering Stone Pillars of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords—anyone deemed an "obstacle," even if it is a spatial law, must die.
laugh--!
Like cutting butter with a hot knife.
The seemingly indestructible golden array cube instantly crumbled.
The tight logical chain was forcibly severed by this sword, and the parts and spiritual energy turbulence exploded into a cloud of fireworks in the air.
"What?!"
Mo Yuan's eyes widened in surprise.
In her calculations, this strike was absolutely perfect, so how could it break?
"No matter how precise your formation is, you can't predict 'death'."
Xiao Wufeng took a step forward.
Lotus blossoms bloom beneath their feet; each step lands on a node of the formation, breaking one and revealing another.
"Because death is the end, it is returning to zero."
"I don't believe you! Let's try again!"
Mo Yuan has gone mad.
The mechanical wolf disintegrated, transforming into a storm of gears flying everywhere. Each gear was covered with explosive talismans, enough to flatten the mountaintop with its firepower.
"A trivial skill."
Xiao Wufeng turned his sword.
A black vortex appeared out of nowhere, sucking all the gears in and turning them into iron powder.
Two exceptional talents.
One who could calculate every secret of heaven.
One cuts through all laws.
On this narrow mountain road, the roar was deafening.
Yu Liang hid behind a boulder at the edge of the battlefield, holding Pig Grandpa, who was still pretending to be dead, in his arms.
While secretly plunging his rusty sword into the ground and frantically absorbing the fragments of laws emanating from the two, he acted like a commentator who loved watching a good show, spitting as he spoke:
"Senior Brother Xiao! Attack her lower body! That's the mechanical wolf's exhaust vent! That's the vital point of the formation! If you strike there, she'll be crippled!"
"Senior Sister Mo, don't back down! Use your 'Thousand Transformations' to lock his throat! He's ticklish! That's the opening when he's recovering his energy from his sword strike!"
"Fight! Fight them to the death! Whoever wins, I'll go home with them and have their baby!"
Pigsy chewed on the Qi-restoring pill and rolled his eyes.
Hmph.
(You're not human.)
Yu Liang chuckled, noticing another piece of rust had broken off the rusty sword, and prepared to slip away in the chaos.
Sudden.
Two terrifying auras simultaneously locked him down.
It was like two ice picks piercing straight into his brain.
"Trying to run away?"
Xiao Wufeng forced the gears back with a single sword strike, his gaze chilling, the tip of his sword still dripping with the spiritual liquid of the formation.
"Junior brother, where do you want to go?"
Mo Yuan manipulated the silk threads to block all escape routes, her eyes filled with a resentful look like that of an abandoned female ghost.
In the brief intervals between their exchanges, the two surprisingly reached a kind of consensus—
Let's kill this troublemaker first!
Yu Liang's smile froze.
He glanced at the sword energy on his left, ready to slice him in half at any moment.
He glanced again at the silk thread on the right, ready to pack him up and take him away at any moment.
Silently, he lowered his bottom back onto the rock.
"Um..."
Yu Liang raised his hands, his face full of sincerity.
"If I said I was going to buy you two some oranges, would you believe me?"