MOF Chapter 25

Chapter 25: A Hundred Ghosts, Wandering Souls, Ten Thousand Ghosts Guarding a Corpse, Cries Shaking Mountains and Rivers, Echoing…

Seeing that the blood talisman was useless, Nangong Ci once again took out the talisman chain. Upon seeing this object, the Corpse King actually became cautious.

Nangong Ci understood in his heart that Corpse Kings would remember the things that attacked them. He flicked the talisman chain, and the Corpse King retreated to avoid it, but the talisman chain seemed to have recognized its master, refusing to give up no matter how he dodged, chasing after him relentlessly.

The Corpse King roared angrily, grabbing the talisman chain with both hands, trying to tear it apart with force. The talisman chain was as agile as a snake, constricting his hands.

He struggled violently, causing the talisman chain to clang, and it seemed the mountain cave was about to collapse.

“Master!” From outside the passage, Xie Yiling, disregarding Nangong Yue’s obstruction, insisted on returning. “Find a way to cover his eyes!”

In this critical moment, he didn’t care whether Nangong Ci would suspect him, he only wanted the person to be safe.

Nangong Ci understood and cast a blinding spell, covering the Corpse King’s eyes with a “Pa” sound.

The Corpse King trembled all over, and the hissing roar immediately subsided a lot, turning into a sobbing sound, like a baby crying in pain.

Although the Corpse King’s eyes were not used when attacking people, they were extremely important.

Xie Yiling remembered that the method of refining corpses had a saying: “Mystic Eyes, Iron Claws.” It seemed that as long as the Corpse King’s eyes were blinded, it would be equivalent to ending their life.

While dodging the falling rocks outside, he shouted inside: “Master, come out quickly, this passage really can’t hold on any longer!”

Nangong Ci exerted his strength and tugged the talisman chain, and the Corpse King staggered forward.

Seeing him come out safely, Xie Yiling breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Let’s get out of here quickly!”

The two led the Corpse King out of the underground palace with difficulty and speed. Xie Yiling looked back as he ran, as if worried that Nangong Ci would suddenly disappear again.

Nangong Ci pursed his lips slightly upward, hiding a shallow smile.

Almost as soon as they exited the cave entrance, the entire underground palace collapsed in an instant, and the zither music gradually subsided.

What came into view was an open space. They had passed through the mountain cave and arrived at another place.

The sunlight shone on their bodies, causing a burst of heat.

“A-Ling.” Nangong Yue, with a group of disciples, stood under the forest not far away and called out.

This place was surrounded by dense forest on three sides, with only a mountain cave behind Xie Yiling and the others.

Just as the two were about to go over and rejoin Nangong Yue and the others, Azurefall suddenly vibrated violently, the sword body constantly colliding with the scabbard.

Nangong Ci raised his head and looked towards Nangong Yue’s side: “Brother, be careful behind you!” As soon as he finished speaking, the zither music sounded.

Earth-shattering roars came from the dense forest, followed by countless feet scraping against the ground, shaking all directions.

The Corpse horde was coming again!

Hearing this, Nangong Yue immediately said: “Everyone, leave here quickly!”

At this moment, a person appeared, stepping on the Corpse horde at an extremely fast speed, heading towards the Corpse King. The Corpse King also became restless again because the zither music sounded again.

Seeing Yan Zhan trying to snatch the Corpse King, Xie Yiling wanted to stop him, but the Corpse King had already gone mad and could not be easily approached.

Nangong Ci grabbed Xie Yiling’s shoulder, pushed him back, and the talisman chain in his hand ensnared the Corpse King’s body.

In this way, even if Yan Zhan touched the Corpse King, he could not easily take him away.

Gu Huanzhi on the other side reacted extremely quickly, taking the opportunity to jump over and stab Yan Zhan with his sword, successfully capturing him.

At this time, the Corpse King’s eyes were blood-red, and the fingers, originally either black or covered in blood, grew nearly half a foot long in a short period of time, constantly waving his arms, making a sound like tearing through the air.

If one were to be scratched by a claw, they would surely have their intestines ripped out.

The zither music fluctuated like a tide, and a long howl came from the Corpse King’s mouth.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the Corpse King was surrounded by chilling baleful aura, staring with blood-red eyes, opening his mouth wide, from which wisps of black air could be seen escaping.

“Not good!” Xie Yiling keenly sensed danger.

Sure enough, as the Corpse King’s roar spread, groups of corpses began to appear all around.

“Ah!!” The Corpse King roared again, and with a forceful wave, the iron chains in his bones made a crisp clanging sound.

At his command, the dense Corpse horde, driven by the sound of iron chains and zither music, surged back like a tide, surrounding everyone in an instant, leaving them nowhere to escape.

“Form ranks!” Nangong Yue shouted loudly from the other side. The Nangui disciples present quickly approached each other, and several spirit swords gathered spirit energy together, standing in the sky above. The disciples stood in order, manipulating the swords with their spirit energy.

Yan Zhan was injured and simply sat on the ground.

Gu Huanzhi reached out to lift him up, but smelled a putrid odor quickly passing by, and instantly drew his sword in alert.

A heavy, gurgling sound from the throat came from behind, and Gu Huanzhi struck with his sword. Several corpses pounced at him, with red mouths and white teeth, which was terrifying.

Frost Guest pierced into the first corpse’s wide-open mouth, piercing through its throat.

Yan Zhan sat with his eyes closed, letting several corpses roar in his ears.

Xie Yiling dodged left and right, sticking close to Nangong Ci, and found that the number of corpses decreased extremely slowly. He guessed that perhaps other than him and Nangong Ci, no one else knew that the fatal point of this type of high-level corpse was the eyes.

Thinking of this, he didn’t care about anything else and immediately shouted loudly: “Immortal Lord Fufeng said, stab their eyes!”

Nangong Ci paused, not refuting.

Although the others were dubious when they heard it, they had no other choice and tried it. They found that it was true, and they were immediately surprised and amazed.

Nangong Yue clasped his hands together, gathering spiritual power in his palms. Shaking Light left his hand, traveling among the corpses. The blade, so fast that it could barely be seen, slashed across the corpses’ eyes.

The corpses fell to the ground in waves, or turned into moist dust.

Nangong Ci suppressed the urge to question Xie Yiling about why he knew so much about the fatal point of corpses, and paid attention to the distance between them, intentionally keeping it within three steps of him.

Yan Zhan, who was unharmed in the Corpse horde, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze looking at Xie Yiling, who was struggling with the corpses not far away, extremely cold.

Who exactly created this reborn body?

“Careful!” Nangong Ci suddenly approached, his voice almost ringing in his ear, sounding like flowing water when listening closely, but very low.

With a “clang” sound, Azurefall struck against the sharp claws of a corpse behind Xie Yiling. He didn’t miss the scene of the corpse’s failed sneak attack, but was pierced in the eye by Azurefall.

Now that Xie Yiling’s spiritual power had recovered slightly, he didn’t dare to summon the talisman chain in front of Nangong Ci, so he could only pretend to imitate Nangong Ci’s movements.

Nangong Ci protected him, lowering his eyes and saying: “Be careful, stay behind me, don’t move around.”

Xie Yiling’s heart stirred, and the strange feeling that had appeared many times along the way floated into his heart again. He nodded and said in a low voice: “Okay, Master, be careful too.”

Nangong Ci didn’t answer, but nodded very clearly.

The Nangong disciples’ sword formation blocked the corpses outside the rising barrier, but inevitably there were fish that slipped through the net, having already approached them before the barrier rose.

At the sword formation, Si Wumian stared at the barrier and said: “Young Master Yue, the barrier can’t hold on much longer!”

Sure enough, it could be seen that the place he was guarding already had faint signs of cracking.

Outside the barrier, corpses surged upwards in batches, hitting harder each time.

The zither music suddenly became urgent, and Wen Liangchen, Lu Jinnian, and Luo Huaiji appeared again.

Lu Jinnian and Luo Huaiji didn’t stop and directly started fighting.

Wen Liangchen lightly caressed the zither, and the strings became urgent, transforming into streaks of phantoms.

Nangong Ci glanced at Wen Liangchen and said calmly: “Wen Liangchen has laid out such a big game, found so many people as pawns, he must be very cautious in his actions. He is meticulous, even if he shows up, it is estimated that it will not be his true self.”

Xie Yiling understood what he meant and also looked at Wen Liangchen, carefully identifying him: “Master, are you talking about puppet techniques?”

Nangong Ci nodded. He seized the opportunity, and Azurefall was as fast as lightning, piercing through Wen Liangchen who was playing the zither with one sword.

Under everyone’s eyes, Wen Liangchen’s entire robe began to bulge, suddenly giving birth to a cloud of black air, which then turned into several black mist puppets.

Xie Yiling widened his eyes and said: “Sure enough, it’s a puppet disguised!”

He followed closely behind Nangong Ci, his ears twitched, and he asked again: “What’s that sound?”

The Azurefall in his hand suddenly shook extremely violently. Nangong Ci gripped it tightly and looked in the direction of the sound.

There was an earth-shattering cry coming from afar.

The completely out-of-control Corpse King suddenly calmed down the moment he heard the cry, and all the corpses stopped their movements because of him.

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, and a gust of yin wind swept past, almost coming straight at them. The surrounding trees shook, stirring up tens of millions of leaves, like a flock of birds attacking, and a fog-like gray color rose in the distant sky.

Closer, closer and closer.

Everyone finally saw clearly what the gray-green thing that almost covered half the sky was.

It was a group of ghosts, like thousands of troops and horses, vast and mighty, appearing in broad daylight without being summoned.

Ordinary souls, without spiritual power to continue, would be burned away by the sunlight in just a quarter of an hour, making it difficult to enter reincarnation.

What were they crying for? Since they were ghosts, they no longer had tears.

But even so, they cried louder and brighter, more and more mournfully, as if venting the shared sadness in their hearts.

The cries shook the mountains and rivers, echoing through Forgetful Grace Mountain. It was the wronged souls of the Mo family mourning for themselves.

Xie Yiling stared blankly at the scene in front of him and murmured: “This is, ten thousand ghosts guarding a corpse.”

Everywhere was full of souls, with no end in sight.

The cries gradually subsided, and some souls began to shout: “Young Master Mo the Third, wake up!”

“Young Master Mo the Third, do you still remember me? I’m the medicine boy who always brewed medicine for you!”

“This old man has been at Water-Ink Immortal Estate for decades, but watched you grow up, Young Master.”

“Young Master Mo, the candied fruit you ate after drinking the medicine was bought for you by me when I went down the mountain!”

“Young Master Mo the Third, I am Mo Zhong, who often meets you beside the eldest young master!”

“Young Master Mo…”

Mo Linyuan shook his head, seemingly unwilling to hear these past events, amidst the chaotic words.