novelaction Chapter 250 Survival
Chapter 250 Survival
Using his own physical body as a vessel to trap his own soul, nourishing himself with the immortal flesh and blood of the female demon, and fusing with the divine souls of two great demons as protection—such a grand scheme truly befits someone who was once one of the nine strongest, no, one of the two.
Looking at the two masks that had been lying there unattended, they must have felt a little ashamed, which is why they used the masks to cover themselves up.
The six masks were scattered in the mess. Ning Xiaoxi was in no mood to clean them up, so she just left them there for now.
I let out a long sigh. It's so deserted!
She started searching the map; she couldn't sit still, she couldn't do nothing. There were only four masks left; let's see what surprises she can get!
Huh, it's actually moving.
He opened his eyes wide, a playful smile appearing on his lips.
With a wave of her hand, Ning Xiaoxi practically moved the oasis into her cave, her figure ethereal as she chased after the moving point of light.
In the distance, one could see a large chariot pulled by four sand-wind beasts, with a coffin on it and half of the space left empty. There were four people driving the chariot, dressed in typical desert robes. Because it was nighttime, their veils were not lowered, revealing their rugged faces.
The four individuals did not exhibit any spiritual energy fluctuations, yet they possessed robust physiques and carried knives at their waists, clearly indicating they were not Taoist masters.
The coffin looked no different from any other; it was just an ordinary coffin.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the coffin contained sealing runes carved on its inner wall. The corpse inside was so large that calling it a corpse would be an understatement; the mask had turned yellow, and the dry, cracked skin covered the bones. The fragments of clothing were indistinguishable from the dry, cracked skin.
It would be quite interesting to run around with such a skeleton in the middle of the night.
Ning Xiaoxi quietly got into the car and sat down next to the coffin, but the drivers didn't notice anything amiss.
They hadn't gone far when they saw a faint sandy path appear, which must be the road leading to a city in the desert.
Under the cover of night, two people stood by the roadside, with another coffin beside them.
When the trolley arrived, the men didn't even exchange a word. They simply placed the coffin side by side on the trolley, and the trolley sped away again, leaving the two men guarding the coffin still standing in the same spot.
Ning Xiaoxi examined the coffin that was placed on the platform behind her. Like the previous one, it had sealing runes carved on its inner wall, and the corpse inside was in the same condition. It looked as if they had hidden it away.
There was no room left on the bus, so it seemed we had to go back.
As the sky turned from black to blue, the sled finally arrived at a manor. After checking the map, it was found that this place was a hundred miles south of Yandu, and ten miles away was a small city called Shencheng, which was famous for its desert mirages.
The trolley stopped in the courtyard, and the four men helped carry the two coffins into the left wing. After they came out and closed the door, they drove away quickly.
Ning Xiaoxi observed the entire manor. It was a small oasis, mainly for planting. Grapes and watermelons were grown on the sandy soil formed by an underground river flowing on the ground, and a sweet fragrance wafted in the air.
Just as the trolley disappeared into the deep blue night, the sound of the door opening came from the main house in the courtyard, and a group of five people came out.
Three elderly men, followed by a man and a woman; the man is Fu Wenyuan, and the woman is Fu Wenyao.
Ning Xiaoxi's expression changed slightly. She had always had a good impression of the brother and sister. Perhaps it was because of the wonderful example set by Lord Difei that she had a good impression of the Fu family. Even though the head of the family was taken away by Wang Ting, it did not diminish her goodwill towards this family.
The three elderly men entered the left wing room, leaving Fu Wenyuan and Fu Wenyao outside.
Ning Xiaoxi's sensory perspective directly entered the room.
Two coffins were placed side by side. An old man stepped forward and gently placed his hands on the left coffin. Two other old men stood on the left and right sides of the coffins, clearly on guard.
The three high-level junior Celestial Masters seemed more like family members serving in the Celestial Master Pavilion than actual employees.
The sealing runes inside the coffin were activated by the old man's spiritual power. The spiritual power flowed like a stream through the entire inner wall of the coffin, eventually forming a closed loop that shimmered with a faint silver light.
The old man concentrated his spiritual power on a single point, causing the runes to swell and thicken. However, the surrounding runes restrained that point, preventing it from deviating from the overall formation. But when the reserve of spiritual power exceeded the range that the runes could control, the overflowing spiritual power broke through its original trajectory, shattering the balance of the seal.
With a "whoosh!", the sealing runes on the inner wall burst open, and the entire seal began to flow chaotically, quickly forming a messy pattern on the inner wall, no longer restrained by any force.
The old man held the coffin lid with both hands and lifted it up with force, thus raising the heavy coffin lid.
A wave of heat rushed out, and the old man, holding his breath, used his last bit of strength, with trembling hands, to flip over the coffin lid.
"call!"
A crimson light filled the air, and the heat was scorching. The two elders on either side acted simultaneously, two golden ropes shooting out and swiftly binding the corpse's hands and legs. A tremendous force emanated from the twisting hands and legs, nearly causing the corpse to break free of the golden ropes. The two elders gripped the golden ropes tightly, channeling their spiritual energy into them, causing the golden light to intensify and suppressing the immense power emanating from the corpse.
The corpse lay down, and the white mask suddenly turned to the left, its eyes emitting red light that shot directly at the old man on the left.
The old man was gripping the golden rope with both hands, using all his strength to bind the corpse, leaving it nowhere to hide.
Just as the two beams of red light were about to reach the old man's face, a cyan shield appeared in front of him, its cyan light intensifying and blocking the impact of the red light.
After the old man overturned the coffin lid and threw out the cyan shield, he took out a black talisman and stuck it on the eyes and mouth of the white mask, suppressing the red light that was about to burst out again, and stood steadily at the head of the coffin.
The old men on both sides exerted their strength simultaneously, and the golden light shone brightly. The entire inside of the coffin was filled with a golden torrent, and the corpse began to tremble violently. A thick blackness permeated its entire body, but not a single part could escape the golden light, and it was forcibly pressed back into its body.
The black energy emanating from the head beneath the mask was all forced back into the body, leaving a withered skull atop the large mask, which looked quite empty and even made a clanging sound. The old man at the head of the coffin gripped the edge of the mask with both hands, black runes flowing through it, pressing the mask down without moving it, while only the skull beneath the mask continued to struggle.
"Wen Yuan, come in."
Standing at the door, Fu Wenyuan quickly opened the door a crack, just wide enough for one person to pass through, and went inside. Fu Wenyao watched the door close again with a worried expression, biting her lip tightly.