Chapter 187: Bone Sword Immortal Awakens! Senior, your entrance style is quite unique!

Two crimson blood lights suddenly lit up in the depths of the pitch-black cave.

It was like two red lanterns lit in nether Hell, exuding a madness and bloodlust that made one's Soul tremble.

"Retreat!"

Gu Lan's hair stood on end in that instant.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed Jiang Wanqing's shoulder, who was closest to the cave, exerted force with his feet, and madly retreated backward with her.

Almost at the exact same moment they retreated.

"Click, click, click…"

A teeth-aching sound of bone friction came from inside the huge steel sword demon's body.

The taie sword, originally inserted into the black core, actually began to tremble violently.

The golden haoran righteousness that could purify all evil spirits was now being forcibly swallowed by something even more terrifying!

Dots of golden light flowed backward along the blade, all submerging into the skeleton locked by iron chains.

"My sword can't be pulled out!"

Jiang Wanqing was pulled back by Gu Lan, her right hand still tightly gripping the hilt of the taie sword, but that sword seemed to have grown on the skeleton, unmoving no matter how she urged her half-step Nascent Soul true qi.

"Let go! Forget the sword!"

Gu Lan shouted, his right hand gathered into a blade shape, directly chopping at the numbness acupoint on Jiang Wanqing's wrist, forcing her to let go of the sword hilt, and then hugging her to retreat more than thirty zhang away.

The moment Jiang Wanqing let go.

"Rumble—!!!"

That steel sword demon, towering over a dozen zhang tall, exploded like an internally detonated dynamite keg!

Thousands of rusted broken swords and scrap iron turned into a sky-full of fatal metal storms, shooting indiscriminately in all directions.

"Careful!"

Hongxiu immediately waved the red long silk in her hand, weaving an airtight red giant net in front of everyone.

Lanyu's long sword also came out of its sheath, and the sword light turned into water-blue barriers.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

The dense collision sounds were like rain hitting banana leaves.

After persisting for only two or three breaths, the red silk and sword light were torn apart by those broken sword fragments containing terrifying immense force.

"This power is too strong! We can't block it at all!" Hongxiu let out a muffled groan from the shock, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

"I'll do it!"

Gu Lan stepped forward, blocking in front of the three women.

He slammed his hands together, and the Green Lotus Core Flame and Red Lotus Karmic Fire within his body surged out without reservation.

"Blazing Fire Shield!"

A cyan-red flame light shield three feet thick rose from the ground, firmly protecting the five people in the middle.

The shooting broken sword fragments, the moment they hit the strange fire light shield, were all melted into molten iron by the terrifying high temperature, flowing onto the ground along the edge of the light shield, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

The violent metal storm lasted for more than a dozen breaths before gradually subsiding.

Gu Lan removed the fire shield, panting heavily. He had originally broken two ribs, and now having forcibly overdrawn his true qi, his face had turned as pale as paper.

But he couldn't care about resting, staring fixedly at the dust-filled ruins ahead.

The dust and smoke gradually dissipated.

Only to see in the center of the mountain-like scrap iron.

A human skeleton less than five feet tall, wearing a tattered cyan Taoist robe, was quietly suspended in mid-air.

On its body were wound eight black iron chains as thick as a baby's arms. One end of the chains was locked on its shoulder blades and limb joints, while the other end dragged on the ground, connecting to somewhere at the bottom of the abyss.

The taie sword was currently inserted between the ribs of its chest.

But bizarrely, the golden light on the taie sword had completely dimmed, and the blade was even covered with a layer of grayish-white bone crystals.

"Creak… creak…"

The skeleton slowly twisted its fleshless neck, making a crisp bone dislocation sound.

Its two eye sockets burning with crimson blood light slowly swept across everyone present.

"A thousand years…"

A hoarse and harsh voice, like two rusted iron pieces rubbing against each other, exploded directly in everyone's minds.

"Finally… someone broke this damned sword demon shell…"

"Finally… smelled the scent of living people…"

This voice exuded a madness and greed suppressed for a thousand years.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Lüluo hid behind Hongxiu, trembling all over, tightly gripping a top-grade recovery Spirit Stone in her hand, ready to cast healing on Gu Lan at any time.

"It's not a monster, it's a person."

Jiang Wanqing stared fixedly at the tattered Taoist robe on the skeleton, her pupils contracting slightly.

"That is… the attire of our Righteous Alliance from a thousand years ago!"

"It is a Righteous Path Senior from a thousand years ago?" Lanyu tightened her grip on the sword hilt, somewhat in disbelief. "How could a Righteous Path Senior be locked here and become the core of the sword demon?"

Just at this moment.

In Gu Lan's mind, the Soul-Devouring Sword Spirit, which had been playing dead all along, suddenly gasped, its voice trembling as if electrified.

[Holy shit! Holy shit, shit, shit!]

[Senior! Let's run quickly! This time we've really kicked an iron plate!]

"You know this skeleton?" Gu Lan asked unpleasantly in his mind. "Stop making a fuss out of nothing. He's locked up like this, can he still turn the tables?"

[I know him! How could I not know him!]

Deep fear exuded from the sword spirit's voice.

[His name is 'Bone Sword Immortal'! The most crazy Sword Cultivator Genius of the Righteous Path a thousand years ago!]

[In pursuit of the ultimate Dao of the sword, this guy actually attempted to scrape out all his bones and replace them with various famous swords! In the end, he suffered Qi Deviation and became a slaughter machine that didn't recognize any relatives!]

[Back in the Righteous-Demonic War, he single-handedly slaughtered three halls of the Demonic Cult, and later even killed people from the Righteous Path! In the end, several Soul Transformation Stage old monsters of the Righteous Path joined forces to beat him half to death, trapping him to death at the bottom of the Sword Suppressing Abyss with the 'Jiuyou Soul-Locking Chain'!]

[That sword demon is not some aggregate of grievances at all, but rather an 'exoskeleton armor' he pieced together for himself using the abandoned swords at the bottom of the abyss!]

Hearing the sword spirit's explanation, Gu Lan's heart instantly sank to the bottom.

A ruthless person beaten half to death only by the joint effort of Soul Transformation Stage old monsters?

Although locked up for a thousand years and left with only a skeleton, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse!

With a team like theirs where the highest is only half-step Nascent Soul, it wouldn't even be enough to fill his teeth!

"Taie…"

The Bone Sword Immortal in mid-air looked down at the taie sword inserted in his chest, his withered jawbone moving up and down, letting out a creepy strange laugh.

"Old friend… have you also been reduced to being driven by a yellow-haired girl?"

He slowly raised his right hand, which had only white bones left.

"Clang!"

Without any obstruction, he actually directly grabbed the hilt of the taie sword, pulling that number one divine weapon of the Righteous Path out from his ribs!

"Pfft!"

The moment it was pulled out, there was no blood, only a thick black Evil Qi gushing out from his bone seams.

The taie sword vibrated wildly in his hand, seeming to want to resist.

"Quiet down."

The Bone Sword Immortal snorted coldly, and a terrifying grayish-white Death Qi spread along his finger bones onto the taie sword.

The originally brilliantly golden taie sword actually let out a wail, completely losing its luster and turning into a dim, lifeless bone sword!

"How is this possible?!"

Jiang Wanqing's expression changed drastically.

The taie sword is a sword of kingship, immune to all evils. How could it be easily polluted and suppressed?

"The sword is a good sword, but unfortunately, the person using the sword is too weak."

The Bone Sword Immortal raised his head, those red-lantern-like eye sockets locking onto Jiang Wanqing.

"Ice Marrow Sword Physique… Not bad, this skeleton, this old man wants it!"

The moment the words fell.

"Rattle—"

The eight black iron chains behind him violently shook.

The Bone Sword Immortal's figure disappeared from the spot out of thin air!

"Scatter!"

Gu Lan's pupils shrank abruptly; his Divine Sense actually only captured a trace of an afterimage!

The speed was too fast! This was definitely a speed surpassing the Nascent Soul Stage!

He wanted to push Jiang Wanqing away, but it was already too late.

A gloomy wind carrying a strong corpse stench had already hit his face.

The Bone Sword Immortal's ghost-like figure directly appeared less than three feet in front of Jiang Wanqing, and the polluted taie sword in his hand pierced straight at Jiang Wanqing's glabella without any fancy moves!

This sword strike was unpretentious, yet it sealed off all paths of retreat.

Jiang Wanqing's entire body's blood froze at this moment.

In front of the absolute gap in strength, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand.

"Don't you dare hurt my Senior Sister!"

At the critical moment of life and death.

Lanyu's fierce shout resounded from the side.

She desperately burned the essence blood in her body, her long sword transforming into an azure lightning bolt, fiercely slashing towards the Bone Sword Immortal's wrist, attempting to relieve the besieged by attacking the base.

"Scram!"

The Bone Sword Immortal didn't even look at Lanyu.

He didn't even use the sword to block, instead casually waving the bone claw of his left hand.

"Bang!"

Lanyu's long sword slashed against that white bone claw, and actually snapped directly into several pieces.

As for Lanyu herself, it was like being hit by a flying mountain; her whole body felt struck by lightning, spitting blood, flying backward for dozens of zhang like a kite with a broken string, and heavily smashing into the pile of broken swords, life or death unknown.

"Lanyu!"

Hongxiu let out a cry of alarm, the red silk in her hand instantly straightening, piercing towards the Bone Sword Immortal's back like a long spear.

"Annoying ants."

The Bone Sword Immortal's movement didn't pause in the slightest, and the taie sword stabbing toward Jiang Wanqing maintained its momentum without decreasing.

At the same time, a black iron chain behind him seemed to come alive, like a poisonous snake flicking its tail, fiercely whipping onto Hongxiu's red silk.

"Rip!"

Hongxiu's top-grade Spiritual Artifact-level red silk was directly whipped into pieces by the iron chain.

The remaining might of the iron chain unspent, it heavily whipped onto Hongxiu's shoulder.

"Crack!"

The sound of bone cracking rang out, and Hongxiu screamed, also being whipped away flying.

Between the flash of lightning and flint, two major Golden Core Stage battle forces were directly killed in seconds!

And that grayish-white taie sword had already touched the skin of Jiang Wanqing's glabella.

A drop of crimson blood seeped out along the tip of the sword.

Jiang Wanqing closed her eyes.

Is it over?

"Stop… for me!!!"

A frantic roar like a beast exploded in Jiang Wanqing's ears.

"Bang!"

A large hand burning with cyan and red flames and covered with bulging veins actually forcibly grabbed the blade of the taie sword from the side!

Blood instantly dyed the blade red, but under the scorching heat of the strange fires at an extremely high temperature, it instantly turned into bloody steam.

It was Gu Lan!

In the final zero point zero one second, he forcibly executed Flash Step, using his left hand that wasn't holding a sword to receive this sword strike head-on!

"Hmm?"

In the Bone Sword Immortal's hollow eye sockets, the blood light flickered slightly.

He looked at Gu Lan's hand that tightly grasped the blade, dripping with blood yet still unmoving like iron pliers, and felt those two strange fires that even he found somewhat scorching.

"Pure Yang Body… and two top-grade strange fires?"

A trace of surprise added to the Bone Sword Immortal's hoarse voice.

"Kid, your Physical Body is more interesting than this little girl's bones."

"Junior Brother…"

Jiang Wanqing opened her eyes, looking at the broad back blocking in front of her, looking at his left hand where the blade cut into the bone yet refused to let go to the death, tears gushing out of her eyes.

"Don't cry."

Gu Lan didn't turn back, gritting his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging one by one.

The Death Qi on the taie sword was crazily drilling into his body along his wounds; if not for the two strange fires resisting desperately, his arm would have already been crippled.

"Take Lanyu and Hongxiu back."

Gu Lan's voice was hoarse, but it exuded an unquestionable commanding tone.

"Leave this place to me."

"Leave it to you?"

The Bone Sword Immortal acted as if he had heard some incredible joke.

"Mere Half-step Golden Core, although your Physical Body is not bad, in front of this old man, you are just a slightly larger ant."

His right hand holding the sword applied a slight force.

"Creak, creak, creak…"

Gu Lan's left-hand bones emitted a series of unbearable crisp cracking sounds.

"Since you want to be a hero, this old man will pull out your bones first!"

The Bone Sword Immortal's other bone claw suddenly reached out, carrying a piercing howl that tore the air, directly grabbing toward Gu Lan's heart.

There was no way to dodge.

It was too close.

"Junior Brother, dodge!" Jiang Wanqing screamed.

However, not only did Gu Lan not dodge, but the corners of his mouth instead curled into an extremely frantic sneer.

"Old bones."

"Did you forget…"

"I didn't come to fight."

"I came to… risk my life!"

Just at the moment when the bone claw was about to pierce into Gu Lan's heart.

Gu Lan's right hand, which had been empty all along, suddenly made an extremely bizarre movement.

He didn't make a fist to counterattack, nor did he condense Spells.

Instead, he abruptly pressed his palm against his waist.

There.

Hung that ancient Soul-devouring sword tightly sealed in the "original flavor scabbard"!

"Sword Spirit! Draw the sword for me!"

"If you fucking dare to play dead again, I'll die right here with you today!"