Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 985 - 514: I, Mourning Hero, Am the Sturdiest Shield of Yuzhu’s Group of Heroes! (Part 2)

Faced with the fierce attack of the Seven-layered Spring Rain, they indeed suffered a loss.

But after all, they are ghosts and want to continue fighting, yet the Murong brothers give them no chance!

As soon as the Seven-layered Spring Rain was slashed, he leaped into the air!

"A Night Listening to Spring Rain!"

With a booming sound, the air directly sank.

The blood-red blade slashed out pure, flawless sword light, like a bright crescent moon sweeping down.

Before the Sword Qi arrived, there was already a crescent-shaped mark on the ground.

The Beautiful Ghost and the Little Headless Ghost knew this was the coverage of the Sword Qi, and hurriedly flashed outside the crescent mark.

Just as their feet left the crescent mark, boom! The crescent mark suddenly exploded, expanding in size and scope.

The Beautiful Ghost and Little Headless Ghost were struck by the Sword Qi, their bodies flipped out, losing "parts" as they spun.

The Murong brothers didn't want them to lose parts; they wanted them to lose their lives.

Breathing heavily, he leaped forward to finish the two ghosts, to turn them into real ghosts.

At this moment, he heard a "dragon roar" echoing.

A crimson sight appeared before the Murong brothers.

The crazy blade that was meant to slash forward could only retract backward.

With a loud explosion, he felt a sense of oppression in his chest, his body swept backward, sliding about twenty meters before regaining stability.

He just heard a dragon roar, and now he saw a dragon.

A rotting black dragon.

The dragon's head was half rotten flesh, half exposed bone, its huge eyes crimson like lamps.

If this was truly a dragon, it was a rotting dragon.

Hanging under the dragon's body were corpses, male and female, old and young, densely packed.

If Hell indeed had a dragon, was it this kind?

The Murong brothers had seen a dragon before; the Azure Dragon on the Moonlit Tomb Mountain was peculiar enough, but the current dragon was even more terrifying and bizarre.

It felt like this dragon was a massive grave come to life, exuding decay and desolation.

The next moment, the dragon's body twitched, and the corpses opened their eyes, letting out wretched howls.

"Fuck your mother!"

Honestly, seeing this scene, the Murong brothers, who were brimming with fighting spirit, cooled down a bit.

The Ghost Mother had so many ghost soldiers and evil ghosts under her, and even a dragon appeared; if he were to confront it alone, he realized he might not be able to hold up.

"Roar!"

The Corpse Dragon charged over with a dragon roar.

The way this dragon advanced was bizarre, almost funny at a glance, because as it rushed forward, the corpses under it frantically moved their legs, propelling it forward like extras in a movie.

But the force and momentum of this charge were anything but funny.

"Seven-layered Spring Rain!"

The Murong brothers pushed their True Qi to the limit, slashing out the Spring Rain Blade Power again.

The sword light shimmered, but in an instant, boom! Although the dragon head was halted, the greater recoil force blasted the Murong brothers away.

Blood trickled from his mouth, and he had suffered internal injuries.

This Corpse Dragon's strength was no less than that of the Azure Dragon.

The Azure Dragon had devastated the Dragon-slaying Festival, so what about this Corpse Dragon?

If only Duan Yun was here.

The thought involuntarily crossed the Murong brothers' minds.

No!

He immediately focused his gaze, his expression becoming resolute.

Duan Yun isn't here; I am the strongest shield among the Yuzhu group of heroes!

I must hold on!

"A Night Listening to Spring Rain!"

The Murong brothers' momentum surged, gritting his teeth as he slashed out another crescent-shaped blade Qi.

Boom!

The dragon head, which was about to charge forward, wobbled from the slash, causing several corpses beneath it to fall off.

Almost at the same time, the Murong brothers' hair had already dispersed, turning green.

"No, don't!"

Scenes from the past flashed in his mind, especially moments in the Qiongling Sect, the view from under the bed. No matter how many times he relived them, each memory was fresh, each recollection brought new emotions!

At this moment, despite his injury, the Murong brothers felt filled with strength.

"Double Flying Poison Dragon Drill!"

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!

The Murong brothers moved, drilling straight forward.

He condensed a Green Jade Blade Qi in one hand, no, not blade Qi, he grabbed a handful of green hair, forming it into a blade, holding the Blood Shadow Mad Blade in the other, his whole person spinning like a drill!

"Screw your mother! Come on! Die, dragon!"

The Murong brothers, half green and half red, collided with the Corpse Dragon's head.

In an instant, the earth shook and the entire graveyard started to tremble.

In just a brief period, the two sides clashed at least ten times, each impact carrying terrifying power.

If it were during the Green Dragon Moon Night, Brother Murong and the Azure Dragon probably wouldn't have been able to stand after two or three direct confrontations.

But now, Brother Murong's strength was no longer what it used to be, allowing him to hold his own against the Corpse Dragon.

He knows, however, whether he can keep burning is a question.

After all, he is still human.

Rumble!

The next moment, Brother Murong tilted his body and darted along the side of the dragon.

With a ripping sound, his spinning body was like a high-speed drill, tearing a large gash into the dragon's side.

Rotting flesh flew, stinking to high heaven, while the corpses connected to the dragon's body fell.

"Roar!"

The Corpse Dragon swung its body into a huge arc, like a taut sling, crashing straight into Brother Murong.

"Urgh!"

His spinning body collided with the dragon's flying body, sending Brother Murong spinning away.

With a cry, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The moment his body hit the ground, his green hair wrapped around him, cushioning the blow.

Yet this terrifying force still rippled through his skin, flesh, and bones — Brother Murong felt his chest suffocating, tinged with stinging pain, as if his bones were shattering.

Suddenly, with a rustling sound, he felt a gentle force.

That spinning Soft Strength instantly neutralized most of the brute force rampaging within him.

Brother Murong took a breath and realized it was Ning Qing spinning with him.

"Ning Qing!"

"Qing!"

"My Qing Qing Qing Qing Qing...!"

In an instant, Brother Murong's heart was filled with words, yet he couldn't say a thing.

His eyes turned red.

Because Ning Qing had come to assist him, but Ning Qing's condition wasn't good either.

Her face bore two dark handprints, purple and fine, as though struck by a poisoned ghost claw.

With a sound like tearing silk, their bodies eventually halted.

Looking at Brother Murong's love-stricken face, Ning Qing cursed aloud: "Damn it! What kind of demons and monsters are these? I was ambushed while using the bathroom, and even got shit on my clothes!"

She had multiple wounds on her body, yet what concerned her most was the shit smeared on her clothes.

Because she had a cleanliness obsession!

The next moment, the sound of a suona blared closer.

Closing in as well were the Corpse Dragon and the parade of restless spirits.

To the amazement of Brother Murong and Ning Qing, they also saw a door.

A gigantic black door, standing behind the ghostly parade, seeming as though the spirits and Corpse Dragon had emerged straight from it.

"Ghost Gate."

This was the first thought in the two's minds.

"What do we do now?" Ning Qing asked in agony.

"Delay! Stall until help arrives!" Brother Murong decided without hesitation.

He already knew they're uncertain of handling even the Corpse Dragon alone, let alone so many ghosts.

Is this Mid-Autumn Ghost Festival truly the realm of ghosts?

At this moment, the Corpse Dragon suddenly shook violently, or more accurately, the countless corpses beneath its body shook.

These corpses suddenly opened their mouths wide, and then clusters of ghost fire emerged.

With the dragon's swing, the endless ghost fire swiftly converged, flowing into the dragon's mouth.

"Damn!"

Just as Brother Murong spoke, a terrifying pillar of ghostly blue flames swept towards them!

Ghostly blue flames, more deadly than red ones.

Brother Murong threw Ning Qing onto his belly, lying flat as he flew away.

Rumble!

They narrowly evaded the Dragon Breath's sweep, but then, Brother Murong felt his head about to explode.

Because the ghost fire Dragon Breath had already swept over Yuzhu Manor.

My manor is going to be burned down again!

Why add the word "again"?

In front of me Mourning Hero? In front of Yuzhu Manor's thickest walls?

Why does that familiar feeling they usually had on the bed, when under it, return again?

No, it's even stronger this time!

In an instant, Brother Murong's green hair continued to grow wildly, reaching waist length — no, knee-length!