Chapter 92

As the cherry blossoms danced in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

Amidst the sound of 'crack, crack,' countless dark bones sprang up out of nowhere, forming a massive evil bone pagoda that protected the head of the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King. The five young cultivators joined forces to bombard him with over a hundred various Buddhist treasures and magical artifacts. The sky was filled with a rain of light, striking the evil bone pagoda, causing it to spew black smoke and countless shattered bones to fall to the ground.

The young cultivators were from prestigious families in the Eastern cultivation world. One was from the Golden Buddha Temple, one from the Liu family, and one from the First Family. The Golden Buddha Temple was the leader of the Buddhist sects, and the First Family was the supreme among prestigious families. As for the two charming twin sisters, their magical artifacts were even more exquisite and mysterious, like a shower of flowers and a rain of meteors, striking the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King so hard that he couldn't even lift his head.

If it came to cultivation, the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King could blow these five young cultivators into pieces with a single breath. However, in terms of wealth and resources, these young cultivators from prestigious families could leave the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King far behind.

Lacking in strength, they made up for it with magical artifacts! The magical artifacts used by the five young cultivators had developed their own spirits. As long as they were activated, they could unleash powerful attacks. Although their cultivation was shallow, relying on the inherent power of these artifacts, the five of them managed to suppress the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King, making it hard for him to breathe.

"You young brats, shameless young brats!" The Ten Thousand Evil Bone King, a mighty evil cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core stage, was forced to cower under the evil bone pagoda, barely able to hold up against the rain of magical artifacts. His Netherworld Ghost Core continuously spewed out large clouds of black smoke to protect all sides. Under the constant attacks, this thick black smoke was being shattered into pieces, and the Netherworld Ghost Core kept emitting piercing cries.

Each piece of black mist spewed out by the Netherworld Ghost Core was a manifestation of the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King's life force. Losing one piece meant losing a portion of his essence. If the Netherworld Ghost Core suffered any major damage, the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King's centuries of cultivation might be significantly reduced.

Yan Xuege slowly raised his head and took a deep breath. He grabbed the neck of the weak old monk, Mu Yu, and roughly lifted him up. He shook the old monk's body fiercely and shouted, "All of you, stop it, or I'll kill this old baldy!"

His right hand's five fingers extended into half-foot-long sharp nails, like five small knives, pressing against the old monk's neck. The sharp nails pierced into the old monk's flesh, and dark blood began to trickle out.

The old monk's body twitched weakly, caught off guard by Yan Xuege and the Three Corpses. The Earth Corpse's sneak attack had already severely injured him. Yan Xuege had devoured more than sixty percent of his essence and vitality, making him look decades older. The long lifespan of a Golden Core cultivator, which could last for centuries, had been drastically shortened.

If not for the purest Buddhist true qi sustaining his life, the old monk Mu Yu would have already died and gone to the Western Paradise.

Even so, Yan Xuege's rough handling of the old monk's neck and shaking of his body made the old monk's eyes roll back, and he was on the verge of death, just a breath away from passing away and achieving Nirvana.

"Monster! You dare to touch a hair on Uncle's head!" The young monk from the Golden Buddha Temple, seeing the old monk Mu Yu's pitiful state, immediately retracted the dozens of Buddhist artifacts he had released, all of which hovered in the air, locking onto Yan Xuege's body.

"Touch a hair on his head?" Yan Xuege looked at the old monk's shiny, bald head and shook his head. He pulled out the Blood Spirit Sword and with one stroke, sliced off the old monk's entire scalp. The white skull was exposed to the cold air, and the blood quickly froze into ice.

The old monk let out a muffled groan, and the young monk looked at Yan Xuege in bewilderment. How could this young man, who looked even younger than himself, be so ruthless? He actually cut off his uncle's scalp with one stroke. Was he not afraid of provoking the anger of the Golden Buddha Temple, or the entire temple's monks seeking revenge?

Or was he not afraid of triggering a war between the righteous and the evil? This was something the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King and other evil cultivators tried to avoid in the Dharma Decline Era.

"You, you, you!" The young monk had never seen such ruthless and merciless means from Yan Xuege. He stood there dumbfounded, unable to speak. Seeing the old monk's head turned into a blood gourd, he screamed, "Two young masters, two sisters, stop for a moment. Uncle, Uncle, he's not doing well!"

The old monk Mu Yu opened his mouth, and dark blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He looked on the verge of death, and Yan Xuege's rough handling of his body made the young monk too afraid to take any risks.

The First Lion, Liu Li, and the twin sisters stopped their attacks simultaneously. They cautiously released various magical artifacts to protect themselves. For a moment, their over a hundred Buddhist artifacts and magical treasures formed a continuous glow, illuminating the sky for several miles. The dense glow of the magical artifacts merged into a bright, lustrous light, leaving the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King speechless.

Among the five young cultivators, the First Lion clearly took the lead. He wore a triangular, exquisite pearl tower on his head, emitting a ten-thousand-foot-long pearl light to protect his body. He was clad in a golden dragon-scale armor with a lion's head, and he held a thirteen-foot-long halberd. He approached Yan Xuege with heavy steps.

After examining Yan Xuege for a while, the First Lion frowned. "West, bat demon?"

Yan Xuege grabbed the old monk Mu Yu and slapped him across the face. Without looking at the First Lion, he pointed at the old monk and scolded, "Old baldy, look at the young people you're protecting. They're so impolite, so I had to beat you!"

The old monk's jaw was almost dislocated, and he groaned, pitifully raising his head and looking at Yan Xuege with a bitter smile. "The sea of suffering has no bounds, but there is a shore. The path of demons is a dead end. Young sir, if you can turn away from darkness and embrace the light, there is a seat for you under the thousand-year-old bodhi tree in the Bodhimanda. In the future, you can achieve supreme enlightenment and attain boundless bliss."

The Ten Thousand Evil Bone King was startled and shouted, "Your Highness, don't listen to this old baldy's nonsense! Joining the Buddhist sect means cutting off your lineage. If you listen to his deceit, your mother will tear down my evil bone hall!"

"I have no interest in becoming a monk!" Yan Xuege's eyes glowed with blood, and he glanced at the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King before slapping the old monk again. "Shut up. If this First Lion doesn't apologize to me, how will I deal with you?"

The old monk's vision was filled with stars, and he took a deep breath, trying to muster his remaining strength to struggle and use a Buddhist spell to escape. Suddenly, a fiery, delicate hand pierced through his abdomen, and a large amount of blood and burnt flesh spurted out. The old monk let out a惨叫，再也没有了力气。

火尸慢慢收回手掌，弯下腰凑到老和尚腹部的伤口附近看了一眼，然后满意地点了点头：“主人，老秃驴一时半会儿死不了。伤口附近的血管都被奴婢烧糊了，不会流血过多。秃驴们最是命硬，您还可以多赏他几个耳光！”

火尸的话冷酷无情，充满了黑色幽默感。

殷血歌赞赏地向火尸点了点头，生死尸魔宗的护法夜叉，果然是强悍的杀戮机器，殷血歌觉得她们这般冷酷的手段，非常符合他的意愿。

第一狻猊的身体骤然哆嗦了一下，另外四个年轻修士也是一阵失色。末法时代，东方修炼界水波不兴，诸多邪魔外道都藏身深山老林闭门不出，他们何曾见过如此残暴的手段？

小和尚发出一声悲鸣，怒极向前冲了几步，指着殷血歌的鼻子破口大骂起来：“贫僧采薇，妖孽，贫僧一定要超度了你，让你魂飞魄散，永世不得超生！”

殷血歌一声不吭地拔出血灵剑，狠狠地一剑刺穿了老和尚的大腿。老和尚的身体剧烈地颤抖起来，血灵剑贪婪地吮吸着老和尚大腿附近的血肉精华和骨髓，老和尚原本丰满强壮的大腿，很快就像榨汁后的甘蔗一样变得枯萎焦黑。

等老和尚的一条大腿彻底枯干了，殷血歌这才拔出了血灵剑。

轻轻挥动着血光浓郁了许多的血灵剑，殷血歌望着目瞪口呆的小和尚，灿烂地笑了。

“你再说一句狠话，我就砍掉这老秃子的脑袋！不要和我玩狠赌命，你们玩不起的。”殷血歌的眸子里闪烁着凶残的血光，血妖一族血脉中的狠辣性子被彻底激发，他现在已经转化为一头勉强还能保持神智的野兽。

翼展只有不到十米，宛如水晶一样晶莹红润却蒙着一层淡淡银光的本命蝠翼张开，殷血歌看着说不出话的五位年轻修士冷笑连连。

“你们可以试试，是你们救人的速度快，还是我杀人的速度快？嗯？怎么不开口了？怎么不说话了？你们刚才不是很嚣张么？我们太太平平地赶路，我们没有招惹你们！好吧，你们半路上把我们打了下来，我们努力逃跑，你们还要一路追杀！”

“好威风啊，好厉害啊，真的了不起啊！正道门人，世家子弟，我招惹你们了？”

说得火冒三丈，殷血歌狠狠地给了老和尚一脚。

那一对儿生得仙露明珠般的姐妹花同时走上前来，在数十件法宝的保护下，她们呖呖有声地齐声说道：“邪魔外道，人人得而诛之！降妖除魔，这是我们正道修士的本分！尔等邪魔出世，定然是祸害世间，我们身为正道门人，定然要匡扶天道，铲除你们这些邪魔！”

万邪骨王在一旁急声说道：“殿下，不要和他们呱噪，这些正道门人，脑子都坏掉了！”

殷血歌看着那一对儿美丽的姐妹，他没搭理万邪骨王的话茬儿，而是笑吟吟地问道：“尊姓大名？”

两女沉吟片刻，其中一女寒声道：“姜家族女姜瑶瑶，这是我妹妹姜珈珈！”

殷血歌愣了愣，然后他突然放声大笑，笑得前俯后仰的，顺手用血灵剑的剑柄狠狠地砸了一下老和尚的脑袋。五位年轻修士怒目而视，殷血歌则是大笑道：“姜家族人？那，我们不该动手！两位姐姐，我们是自家人啊！”

采薇小和尚怒极咆哮：“姜家两位妹妹，谁是你自家人？邪魔外道，又想用什么阴谋诡计？”

小和尚清楚地看到了殷血歌手上的动作，自家师叔血淋淋的脑袋又被殷血歌打了一记，小和尚气得三尸神暴跳，一颗禅心早就被怒火充满。如果不是自家师叔的性命还被殷血歌掌握着，他就要化身怒火金刚降妖除魔了。

冷笑一声，殷血歌掏出了姜入圣赠送的姜家令牌晃了晃。

冷眼看着两位目瞪口呆的姜家姐妹，殷血歌慢悠悠地说道：“少爷我，和姜入圣姜老前辈签了盟书，少爷和姜家，实实在在的是盟友关系。两位姐姐，你们姜家降妖除魔，是连自家盟友都要干掉的么？”

姜瑶瑶和姜珈珈面面相觑，作声不得。那块令牌假不得，那的确是姜家长老颁发出去的姜家令牌，专门赠送给自家的盟友证明他们身份的。也就是说，殷血歌这位来自西方的血妖，的确是姜家的盟友！

“似乎，太上长老前些日子，去西方走了一趟。”姜瑶瑶低声对自己的妹妹咕哝着。

“我们有好一阵子没回家了，也不知道家里是否多了些盟友？”姜珈珈不知所措地看着自己姐姐。

第一狻猊则是眉头一挑，他手上方天画戟重重地往地上一杵，然后厉声喝道：“两位妹妹不要被邪魔蒙骗了，姜长老何等身份，怎会让这等邪魔成为姜家盟友？今日，我等只管降妖除魔，若是日后有任何的纠葛，我第一狻猊一力承担就是。”

姜瑶瑶和姜珈珈的脸色依旧不好看，令牌不会出错，殷血歌肯定是姜家的盟友。如果她们坐视殷血歌和第一狻猊等人冲突，如果殷血歌有了任何的差错，这传出去姜家的名声可就坏了。

东方修炼界五大仙族中，姜家行事遵循‘圣王’之道，极其少见杀伐手段。这不代表姜家人不会杀人，而是姜家人行事风格就是这样，他们更注意和那些有潜力、有实力的可交往的人交好，而不是去扼杀、打压他们。

实话实说，殷血歌以如此稚龄，不管他用了什么阴险见不得人的手段，他能将木鱼老和尚打得这般凄惨，他就完全符合姜家吸纳的标准。对于自家长老的行事手段，姜瑶瑶和姜珈珈是心知肚明的，殷血歌如此实力，如此年龄，他定然是姜入圣拉过去的盟友。

轻叹了一声，姜瑶瑶和姜珈珈向后退了几步，她们向第一狻猊等三人行了一礼，轻柔而坚定地摇了摇头。

第一狻猊、刘骊和采薇小和尚的脸色难看到了极点，姜家姐妹这般动作，显然是她们拒绝再次向殷血歌出手。但是他们也无法有任何的怨言，一个呢，他们知道姜家的行事风格，要他们攻击自家盟友，那是不可能的；二个呢，他们三个巴巴地跟在这一对儿姐妹花身边，所为何事，那也是自己心知肚明！

“两位妹妹只管坐视，这件事情，和你们无关！”第一狻猊厉声喝道：“这事，我一力承担！”

一声惨嚎，殷血歌将木鱼老和尚的一只耳朵撕扯了下来。他没有动用血灵剑，而是直接用手指抓住老和尚的耳朵，用蛮力强行拉了下来。

第一狻猊三人悚然动容，他们不知所措地望着殷血歌，被他如此狠辣的手段震慑得作声不得。

“一力承担？”殷血歌笑得无比灿烂：“好啊，我弄死这老和尚，然后看你如何一力承担！小秃子，你的师叔，我不想杀他！如果你师叔死了，就是这第一狻猊害死的！”

万邪骨王放声大笑，看着这些正道门人不知所措的表情，他就好像大六月天喝了一大盆冰镇酸梅汤一样，那股子舒爽的劲儿，就真的不用说了。

浑身骨头不知道断了多少的乌木踉跄着向这边走来，他一边走，还能听到断裂的骨头在他体内相互摩擦发出的怪异声响。他胸前一团淡金色的火焰还在燃烧，烧得他皮肉焦烂，烧得他死死咬住牙齿，嘴里不断发出‘咔嘣’脆响。

“把这老秃子给我，我要吞了他！”乌木双眸中闪烁着绿色凶光，嘶声怒吼着：“没有人能够打伤了乌木大人不付出代价！他们必须付出