Chapter 692: It’s all a dream!
Ancestor Yuanyang looked at the ground and saw that the two halves of Shen Xiuya's body slowly healed together and he got up again.
As an undead creature without a soul, a zombie is still alive even if only one finger is chopped off.
So the most important thing is the zombie's brain. As long as his head is cut off, his body will act unconsciously.
As long as the head is not connected to the body, the physical body is a walking zombie without the ability to think or have consciousness.
Zombies do not have the healing ability of vampires, nor the ability to rebirth after death. Their immortality means that they cannot be killed literally.
As long as he has one cell alive, he is not dead.
But unfortunately, even if he only has one cell left, that cell will not die.
And through the new elixir that Meng Xuan gave him before, Shen Xiuya also gained the vampire's self-healing ability to a certain extent.
However, the cell activity in zombies is so low that it can even be described as silent. They will not divide themselves at all, and naturally they cannot regenerate severed limbs.
However, after the body is cut open, they will work a little harder and barely split to connect the two bodies.
So at this point, vampires and zombies are not very compatible.
Even though they are both vampire races, their properties are completely opposite. One cell is active and dividing wildly, while the other cell is as silent as a dead thing.
Hardness and softness, movement and stillness, have opposite characteristics, and the compatibility of abilities is very poor.
The Jinghong Sword in the hand of Patriarch Yuanyang gradually lost its light. He turned to look at Li Chengyi, and then threw the Jinghong Sword back with his backhand.
"Remember?"
Li Cheng nodded.
Seeing this, Patriarch Yuanyang looked at Shen Xiuya again, "I never thought about when I would use this move. Fortunately, I used this move before I died."
"Next, let me use my own sword to fight you."
"Qinggang."
Ancestor Yuanyang pinched his fingers, and his natal sword Qinggang appeared directly in his hands, "Although Jinghong is good, it is not my swordsmanship after all, so I will..."
Um?
Patriarch Yuanyang suddenly saw a blue butterfly flying past his eyes.
Then he noticed a breath. Ancestor Yuanyang turned his head sharply and saw a blue-haired man appearing behind him at some point.
"He Fang Xiaoxiao?!"
Mengxuan pointed at himself in surprise, "Me?"
"I passed by a soy sauce shop. Do you have any soy sauce here?"
After hearing this, Patriarch Yuanyang slashed out his sword without saying a word and headed straight for Mengxuan. Unexpectedly, Mengxuan pinched the tip of the green steel sword with just two fingers!
block!
Hearing the sound of the sword, Patriarch Yuanyang was stunned.
He tried to recall Qinggang, but there was no response. Mengxuan's two fingers pinched the tip of the sword tightly, and the Qinggang sword remained motionless as if it had been strangled to death.
How is this possible?
"You are still so impulsive at your age."
Meng Xuan said as he released his fingers, then flicked his fingers and smashed the Qinggang!
Click!
The green steel sword shattered, and Patriarch Yuanyang spat out a mouthful of blood instantly!
Qinggang is his natal magic weapon. Once it is destroyed, he will suffer backlash.
"Pfft, how is it possible? Qinggang is made from thousands of years of jade bamboo and fine steel and black iron. How can it be so fragile... Who are you?"
He can break green steel with one finger. Could it be that he is a land god?
Meng Xuan showed a gentle and kind smile, "As you said, I'm just a soy sauce person."
"By the way, let me remind you, it is not polite to turn your back to the enemy."
Poof!
There was a sound of flesh and blood being pierced. Ancestor Yuanyang lowered his head and saw a sharp claw stabbing from behind, piercing directly through his chest!
Shen Xiuya's eyes flashed with blood, "You just ignored me after saying that. Are you an old fool?"
"I don't want to kill you, but you insist on standing in front of me. The fifth generation disciple Shen Xiuya is forced to die for you."
"Well……"
Patriarch Yuanyang made a hoarse sound and turned his head stiffly. Shen Xiuya's face suddenly overlapped with someone in his impression.
He is Hongyun's disciple...
puff!
Shen Xiuya pulled out his arm fiercely, blood sprayed out, and a huge hole appeared in Patriarch Yuanyang's chest.
Shen Xiuya grabbed his neck and was about to take action but was stopped by Meng Xuan.
"Don't be so murderous. As a human being, you must know how to keep a thin line."
Looking at Meng Xuan with a smile on his face, Shen Xiuya silently put down his hand.
Stay on top of being a human being?
If he saw it correctly, this person named Mengxuan had the same bad nature as Chen Mo. Through that gentle skin, there was an even crazier soul inside.
It's really boring to kill the Yuanyang ancestor like this, I just want to have some fun.
His eyes said so.
Meng Xuan looked at the Jinghong Sword Sect behind him, "What is the most precious to you, your own life, the sect you protect, and the disciples you take the trouble to guide?"
Ancestor Yuanyang closed his eyes, "I know I am no match for you, but I am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death."
"Kill if you want. I don't care about the opportunity you give me."
Meng Xuan put away his smile when he heard this, and turned to look at the child on the mountain in the distance, "His name is Li Chengyi, right?"
Patriarch Yuanyang opened his eyes, but did not speak.
Meng Xuan suddenly laughed, "There is a strange kind of person in this world. The more they care about something, the more they distance themselves from it."
"You obviously care a lot in your heart, but you always pretend not to care. Since you don't want to live, let me ask him."
"Ask him if he wants to live or die. If he wants to die, you live. If he wants to live, you die. That will satisfy your wish. How about that?"
Patriarch Yuanyang did not speak.
Meng Xuan looked directly into his eyes, "I think if I tell him the truth, he will most likely choose to let you die."
"After all, it is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, what do you think?"
Patriarch Yuanyang bit his lip and swallowed back the blood that surged from his throat, "Haha...I only believe that good and evil have their own cause and effect. If you sow good causes, you will get good results."
"Today you kill me, and tomorrow he will kill you. I think that day won't be too far away, so I will wait for you down there!"
After saying that, Ancestor Yuanyang suddenly released a burst of terrifying energy from his body!
Shen Xiuya was stunned for a moment, was he going to blow himself up?
not good!
Boom! ! !
There was a loud noise, and all the blue butterflies in front of him disappeared.
Ancestor Yuanyang opened his eyes, and then fell directly into doubt.
"I'm not dead?"
No, that's not right.
Patriarch Yuanyang looked at his chest. His body was unharmed, and the chest that Shen Xiuya had punched before had also healed strangely.
Mengxuan looked at Patriarch Yuanyang who had recovered as before and shook his head helplessly, as if someone had accidentally discovered his secret.
Unexpectedly, this guy committed suicide while talking.
I really can't take a joke.
"So everything just now was an illusion?" Ancestor Yuanyang said and looked at Mengxuan.
Mengxuan touched his chin, "Well... what if I say it's a dream?"
Ancestor Yuanyang stretched out his two fingers, and he summoned the broken green steel sword, "Dream, forget it, it doesn't matter what it is anymore."
"The important thing is that your plan seems to have fallen through."
Meng Xuan showed a helpless smile. He stretched out his hand, and a blue butterfly flew to his finger.
"Who can be sure that what we are experiencing now is not another dream?"
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