Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 328 Breaking up

Master Wuxiang secretly calmed down.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. This kid just started a fight. Don't bother with him. As long as he doesn't affect my plan, that's fine."

Thinking of this, Master Wuxiang smiled kindly again.

"My friend, don't panic." The old man's voice was gentle and vicissitudes, as if it came from far away, "I am Master Wuxiang, and I have been waiting for the destined person here for more than a thousand years."

"Senior... is it really Master Wuxiang?" Shen Yun kept a safe distance, his voice full of doubt.

The old man, Master Wuxiang, smiled slightly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes that Shen Yun could not detect: "It is me. In the past, I sealed myself here to suppress a demon. Now the demonic energy has disappeared, and I am waiting for someone with a predestined relationship to inherit my legacy."

Shen Yun did not respond immediately. He noticed that there were complex array patterns carved on the ground around the stone platform. Those patterns were faintly visible under the firelight, and did not seem to have the aura of a righteous array.

"My dear friend, you don't believe it?" Master Wuxiang sighed, "No wonder, there are too many intrigues and deceptions in this world. How about this, I will teach you a formula first, and you try it."

After saying this, Master Wuxiang moved his lips slightly, and an obscure incantation entered Shen Yun's ears.

Shen Yun memorized it silently, but he became more alert in his heart. This formula is indeed mysterious, but several key syllables in it sound very strange and do not sound like a regular practice.

"Senior, this formula... seems to have some problems?" Shen Yun asked tentatively.

A trace of surprise flashed across Master Wuxiang's eyes, and then he smiled and said, "My friend is indeed smart. This formula requires a special mental method to be fully practiced. Come forward and I will explain it to you in detail."

Shen Yun did not move. He glanced around the stone chamber and noticed a few skeletons scattered in the corner. Those skeletons were twisted in unnatural postures, as if they had experienced great pain before death.

"Senior, I am not talented enough to inherit your legacy." Shen Yun took a step back and said respectfully but firmly, "Why don't I go find some more talented peers to come?"

The smile of Master Wuxiang froze. At that moment, Shen Yun seemed to see a trace of ferocity flash across the old man's eyes.

"Why are you being so modest, young friend?" Master Wuxiang's voice was still gentle, but with a hint of imperceptible urgency, "I see that you have a unique aptitude and are the best candidate to inherit my Taoist tradition. Come, step forward..."

Shen Yun noticed that when Master Wuxiang said this, his fingers trembled slightly, and the array pattern around the stone platform seemed to light up for a moment. His heart was beating like a drum, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Um... uncle," Shen Yun deliberately used a casual title, "before you teach me the skills, don't you need to test my aptitude or something?"

"Master?" Master Wuxiang's expression twisted for a moment, then quickly returned to calm, but Shen Yun had already caught the flash of anger. "Haha, you are right, my friend. That is what I meant. Come forward and I will touch your bones for a test."

Shen Yun's heart was filled with alarm. This old monster's reaction was too strange. He kept asking him to get closer. There must be something fishy going on.

The air in the stone chamber suddenly became thick, as if an invisible hand had strangled Shen Yun's throat. He stared at the distorted old face - the originally kind wrinkles were now like wriggling maggots, bloodshot eyes were oozing from the turbid eyeballs, and the corners of his mouth were stretched to his ears, revealing his black and yellow fangs.

"Uncle? You call me uncle?" Master Wuxiang's voice was like a blunt knife scraping bones, and every word carried a thousand years of resentment. "When I was roaming the world of cultivation, your ancestors' ancestors were still in their mothers' wombs!"

"Senior, I suddenly remembered that there is still soup stewing on the stove at home..." Shen Yun laughed dryly and slowly stepped back, "How about visiting me another day?"

"You little bastard! If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the wine for punishment!" Master Wuxiang roared, and the stone chamber shook violently. "I have been trapped here for a thousand years, and I have finally waited for a suitable body. How can I let you escape!"

As he roared, the array patterns around the stone platform all lit up, and the blood-red light illuminated the entire stone chamber like hell. The scattered bones suddenly stood up and turned into skeleton soldiers and pounced towards Shen Yun.

Shen Yun was well prepared. The spiritual energy around him surged like a tide. He swung the long sword in his hand fiercely. In an instant, brilliant golden light burst out from the tip of the sword and condensed into a huge golden lotus light shield. The patterns of the lotus petals blooming in this light shield were clearly visible, and each petal exuded a sacred and majestic aura, just like the lotus platform where the ancient Buddha sat, emitting an inviolable light, tightly covering him.

The next moment, dozens of skeleton soldiers rushed over with their fangs and claws bared. There were ghostly green will-o'-the-wisps in their eye sockets, and the bone blades in their hands were shining with a cold light. When the skeleton soldiers hit the light shield, a harsh friction sound suddenly sounded, like nails scratching pig iron, which made people's teeth ache. Then Shen Yun waved his sword again, and the sword was as fast as lightning. A sharp sword energy swept out, and the first three skeletons that rushed over hit the golden light, and instantly billowing black smoke rose. The black smoke was also mixed with fine bone residue, floating in the air. However, these skeleton soldiers seemed to have no sense of pain. The skeletons behind immediately changed their formation and surrounded Shen Yun in a fan shape. They approached slowly but firmly, and the will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes became more and more blazing, as if announcing the end of Shen Yun.

Master Wuxiang sat cross-legged in the center of the blood-colored array. His body was hunched like a dead tree, his skin wrinkled like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, and the blue-gray blood vessels twisted and twisted under his skin, like wriggling venomous snakes. His skinny fingers quickly formed strange seals, and each movement had a strange rhythm. The bloody smell in the air became stronger with his movements. "Little kid, your lotus light shield can only last for half a cup of tea at most." He let out a strange "chuckle" in his throat, his voice hoarse and sharp, like the cry of a night owl, creepy, "Why not save some energy, I promise to give you a quick death."

"Old monster, you really have no good intentions!" Shen Yun retreated while watching the skeleton soldiers around him vigilantly, his eyes full of anger and vigilance, "Want to take over my body? No way!" His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in this gloomy stone chamber like a sharp sword piercing the darkness.

Master Wuxiang laughed wildly, and his laughter made the dust on the top of the stone chamber fall down. "You are just a small foundation-building cultivator, and you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me! When I catch you, I will make sure you have a taste of the pain of extracting the soul and refining the spirit!" His laughter was full of arrogance and murderous intent, as if he had already regarded Shen Yun as a piece of cake.

Shen Yun's forehead was covered with cold sweat, which flowed down his cheeks and soaked his collar. But his mind was extremely clear, and his eyes were as sharp as torches, staring closely at Master Wuxiang. He noticed that although Master Wuxiang had an amazing momentum and kept threatening, he could not leave the range of the stone platform. The blood-colored array pattern under his feet was faintly glowing red, binding him tightly. Shen Yun's heart moved, and he suddenly understood something, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "So that's it... You are not a righteous senior who suppressed the devil, you are the devil who was suppressed!"

Master Wuxiang's face suddenly turned gloomy, like the sky before a storm, and then he regained his grim smile, "Smart boy. Yes, I am the Wuxiang Demon Lord from a thousand years ago. Those hypocrites couldn't kill me, so they could only seal me here. Now, your body will be the key to my freedom!" His words were full of greed and desire, as if he had already seen himself successfully taking over another's body and regaining his freedom.

Shen Yun stopped talking nonsense, knowing that it was useless to talk to the demon, so he turned and ran. His footsteps were quick and powerful, bringing up a gust of wind. Behind him came the angry roar of the Wuxiang Demon Lord, the sound was like thunder, shaking the stone chamber buzzing, and the "clicking" footsteps of the skeleton soldiers chasing him, like a death warrant, following closely behind him.

Just as Shen Yun was about to rush out of the stone chamber, an invisible barrier suddenly appeared, emitting a faint blue light. He bumped into it without any preparation, and the strong rebound force bounced him back fiercely. Shen Yun staggered back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.