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Chapter 970 - 624 It’s a pity to grow a mouth

Chapter 970: 624 It’s a pity to grow a mouth

By the time the Pond Master and Jiang Shenchui had undergone several checks and returned to the old temple,

they heard the blood-curdling screams of Sword in Wine.

Jiang Shenchui could hardly imagine what kind of torment it took to make Sword in Wine, an old-generation famed expert, emit such sounds.

"What on earth happened?" Jiang Shenchui asked, his face a picture of shock.

"What else could it be? Obviously, he was afflicted after we got separated. And they... are trying to treat him."

"You mean to say Sword in Wine has been possessed by the Three Corpses? And the Three Corpses can also be suppressed by external forces?" Jiang Shenchui asked, utterly confused.

Before his father’s close friend, the Pond Master sighed softly, without offering much of an explanation.

However, he knew that it was the Black Mud Divinity.

This Divinity, which should not be wielded by humans, had still been spread. Whether it was for better or worse, no one knew.

The Pond Master had also fought against the Terror Devils in the disaster fog and had seen that hero.

It was said that when the Crying Hero gave up all his Divinity and even his own existence,

the entire void, including beings from the human side and from other dimensions, celebrated for him at that moment.

Celebrated for the hero.

It was also then that the newly risen Sinful Evil God, Li Changhe, cleaved a mythic blow.

This led to the appearance of a huge, malicious chasm within Yanyun City district.

Afterwards, the chasm was referred to by officials as the Scar of the Hero, kept as a memorial.

The mere residue of the Black Mud on the Scar of the Hero was enough to make people feel extremely uncomfortable.

On the other hand, Li Changhe and the others had moved to a safe distance from Sword in Wine, silently observing the changes in him.

This state had persisted for more than ten minutes now.

"Can he endure it?" Ghost Hand, with two black eyes and a bleeding nose, ran over to ask.

"Uh... what happened to you?" Li Changhe admired the symmetry with which someone had hit Ghost Hand as he looked at his face.

"Never mind this now, how is Old Yao?" asked Ghost Hand as he wiped away his nosebleed.

"Still relatively normal."

"You call this normal?" Ghost Hand exclaimed, his eyes wide, "This man is over sixty years old, crying like a baby! Tears and snot bubbles coming out, hey!"

"That’s why I said it’s normal," Li Changhe spread his hands and said, "The Transcendents in the West, upon coming into contact with this, just collapsed and committed suicide. Elder Yao at least is holding on, not completely falling apart. That means he’s adapting to this strength."

In the Seven Kings War, those magicians who came into contact with the Black Mud chose death amidst extreme pain.

And Sword in Wine, as expected of an old-generation master, had a firm mind.

Of course, it could also be that he was unable to do anything about it. After all, his hands, feet, and Magical Skills had all been bound.

"He’s already begging us to kill him..." chimed in a second-generation disciple.

"Well, the process surely feels worse than death. I really wanted to die too when I first came to possess this power..." Li Changhe thought of the girl’s ’Don’t die’ and felt miserable. Continuing, he said, "But then again, the Three Corpses probably can’t stand it either."

"Defeating the individual and the Three Corpses together? That’s really brutal and straightforward," Ghost Hand frowned, "How exactly did you acquire this power?"

This question piqued the interest of many present.

After all, the Evil Black Mud was too sinister. In any case, it looked like a demonic skill.

Especially Master Kongchan, who vaguely felt that this power was from a higher existence.

"The process was excruciating, let’s not think about it," said Li Changhe, without explaining further.

The Black Mud Divinity was not a power meant to be controlled, and Li Changhe’s success was not replicable.

The vow of faith ’Don’t die’, and the sacrifice of the Crying Hero giving up everything, was what allowed Li Changhe to become the new Sinful Demigod.

At this moment, Li Changhe did not expect Sword in Wine to master the Black Mud.

He only hoped that he could survive this ordeal.

To become another Black Mud Sufferer.

For this purpose, Li Changhe had invested a full thousand points of Black Mud Divinity.

He wanted to transform Sword in Wine into a Black Mud Sufferer.

It was unknown whether he succeeded....

"Speaking of which, Ghost Hand brother, what’s with your face?" Li Changhe hesitated for a moment, but still wanted to ask, "Got beaten up by your in-laws? Share with us and cheer up, lighten the mood a bit."

No one knew what had happened, but just now the Taoist Senior Sister who was treating the mute girl had suddenly stormed out of the room with a twisted face. She called upon several adept Taoist practitioners.

They grabbed Ghost Hand by the collar and gave him a furious beating, which made Li Changhe tremble in fear.

He was afraid that his father-in-law, Xiao Mo, would beat him up in the same way.

"I have no idea." Ghost Hand spread his hands with a face full of innocence and confusion, "They just went crazy and started beating me. They are all relatives, each one a maternal uncle or aunt. I didn’t dare to fight back."

At that moment, the wails of Sword in Wine gradually subsided.

"His causality has changed," a second-generation disciple spoke up, "His causality is no longer chaotic!"

During the previous battle, the Confucian causality of Sword in Wine, like some kind of vine, was entwining around him, causing his Confucian causality to wobble and twist.

That must have been the doing of the Three Corpses God.

And now, that unknown causality disappeared, and the Confucian causality gradually returned to calm.

Upon hearing this, Li Changhe immediately took out two Purification Talismans.

Within a twenty-meter radius of Sword in Wine, the Purification Talisman no longer triggered.

"That’s good, the Three Corpses are no longer causing turmoil," Li Changhe thought to himself as he continued to approach Sword in Wine.

The body of Sword in Wine was buried in the ground, with only his head exposed.

At that moment, his pitch-black eyes looked towards the starry sky, and an alarming malice radiated from him while the land around him had turned pitch-black.

Upon seeing Li Changhe, he spoke with an unusually hoarse voice, "Did it work?"

Li Changhe, however, was assessing the condition of Sword in Wine, faintly sensing the Black Mud Divinity within his body. There was even an inexplicable connection.

"It seems to have succeeded, how do you feel?" Li Changhe asked.

"I regret it... It’s too painful. But at least I survived...." Sword in Wine responded softly, "Indeed, my friend, you..."

While contacting the Black Mud, bizarre images flashed before Sword in Wine. The youth before him with a handsome face clad in black vanished.

Instead, stood an ancient general enshrouded in Azure Flame, wearing Mountain Pattern Armor!

"It’s a Celestial..." After uttering these words, Sword in Wine fell into unconsciousness.

Soon after, following repeated checks by the Taoist disciples, they confirmed that Sword in Wine had returned to normal.

They immediately dug him out from the ground and started treating him.

His right hand was destroyed by the force of the sword energy, with three fingers broken. Having not been treated during the fight, it had become infected.

This master of swordsmanship might lose the right hand with which he wielded his sword.

But this was far better than being possessed by the Three Corpses or dying.

Moreover, Li Changhe had obtained a very advantageous piece of information from this.

Black Mud Divinity can indeed counter the Three Corpses!

Li Changhe let out a sly chuckle, then recited like a poet, "In a certain sense, everything in the world is about encounters. Cold meeting warmth, and you have rain. Winter meeting spring gives us seasons. Heaven meeting earth, brings eternity...."

His delicate looks and tall figure, combined with his emotive verses, made Li Changhe seem handsome and elegant.

Qiu Wentian couldn’t help but give a thumbs up.

However, all the pleasantness dissipated with his last sentence.

"The Three Corpses God meeting me... it’s his bad luck for eight lifetimes! Hahahaha!"

Qiu Wentian’s face twitched, and the words of praise he was about to utter were swallowed back instantly.

Such a handsome guy, but it’s a pity he has a mouth!