Starting from the two realms, cultivating immortality by taming beasts

Chapter 483 Corpse Demon Lord

"Snapped!"

As the crisp sound rang out, Xin Yu froze, her face showing shock.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Chen Beiwu sensed something was wrong.

Xin Yu took a deep breath, reached into her sleeve, and stared intently at the broken jade slip, her eyes filled with sorrow.

"Senior Brother Zheng has fallen!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Beiwu's pupils contracted slightly, and he was greatly surprised: "Senior Sister, are you sure?"

"This jade slip contained a trace of Senior Brother Zheng's aura. Now that the jade slip is broken, it means that Senior Brother Zheng has most likely already..." Xin Yu didn't give a definitive answer.

There are no Nascent Soul True Venerables within the Earthly Evolution Realm; the Nascent Soul Perfected True Monarch is the strongest in the first tier.

Logically speaking, Senior Brother Zheng is a peak True Monarch, second only to a Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator. Even if he were unlucky enough to encounter a Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator, he should be able to pay a price and retreat safely.

Moreover, the entrance to the Blazing Sun Ruins is monitored and tested by a joint effort of powerful figures from the five major sects of the Earthly Realm, the Eight Desolate Sect, the Heavenly Craft Talisman Sect, and many other sects. It is simply impossible for a Nascent Soul Perfected True Monarch to appear inside the ruins.

Unless Senior Brother Zheng fell into a relic trap, or was ambushed by a Nascent Soul Peak True Monarch from the Eight Desolations Sect or the Heavenly Craft Talisman Sect.

Otherwise, Xin Yu would never have imagined the possibility of Senior Brother Zheng's demise.

Upon realizing this, Xin Yu's eyes turned serious: "No, Zi'ang, we can't stay in this ruin any longer. We need to leave as soon as possible!" No matter how good the opportunity is, you still have to be alive to enjoy it.

Even Senior Brother Zheng perished within the Blazing Sun Ruins; for her and her junior brother, both mid-stage Nascent Soul True Monarchs, to remain alive would also lead to certain death.

"Senior Sister, leaving is easier said than done. Our escape routes have most likely been cut off by the Eight Desolations Sect and the Heavenly Crafting Talisman Sect," Chen Beiwu said. To leave the Blazing Sun Ruins, they need to pass through the Mountain and River Palace, but the medicinal fields near the Mountain and River Palace have already been occupied by the two sects.

Unless the Ten Directions Gate is used, Chen Beiwu cannot imagine how he could pass through the Mountain and River Palace smoothly under the protection of six Nascent Soul Peak True Monarchs and multiple Nascent Soul cultivators.

"The exit from the ruins is not necessarily in the Mountain and River Palace. Just because we can't retreat doesn't mean we can't move forward."

At this point, Xin Yu paused slightly, gazing into the distance: "To avoid any accidents, we'd better set off immediately to find another exit." "Okay," Chen Beiwu nodded, not refusing.

"Huh?" (You just left like that?)

Schiller felt a surge of anxiety.

"Of course not." Chen Beiwu glanced at Xue Le: "Senior Sister is only a mid-Nascent Soul True Monarch, she can't be of much help. If we really encounter danger, she might become a burden. Let's take her away from the ruins first, so that the subsequent exploration will be easier."

Entering a treasure mountain and returning empty-handed is not in Chen Beiwu's nature.

The Lieyang Ruins consist of eight main halls: the Mountain and River Hall, the Supreme Treasure Hall, the Treasury Hall, the Heavenly Treasure Hall, the Evolution Hall, the Heavenly Refinement Hall, the Myriad Array Hall, and the Subduing Dragon Hall.

Chen Beiwu had only explored the Mountain and River Hall, the Upper Treasure Hall, and the Heavenly Treasure Hall, and the rare and precious materials stored within them were already enough to surprise him. Not to mention that there were still five more halls waiting to be explored.

Chen Beiwu refused to believe that the fifth-order array restrictions of the Zanglu Hall, Yanxu Hall, Tianlian Hall, Wanzhen Hall, and Fulong Hall would not develop some flaws under the erosion of time!

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

After agreeing on the terms, Chen Beiwu and Xin Yu used their escape techniques to change direction and avoid the place where Senior Brother Zheng had died.

After a day and a night of flying light, a magnificent hall gradually came into Chen Beiwu's view.

This hall is 72 zhang high, 99 zhang wide, and 66 zhang deep. The plaque above it is inscribed with the three seal characters "Zanglu Hall".

The palace gate faces south, and a magnificent Hetu Luoshu is engraved on the left and right sides of the gate.

"Be careful, a Demonic Sect True Lord is hiding in the shadows," Chen Beiwu transmitted telepathically.

The next instant, a strange, pitch-black shadow suddenly appeared behind Xin Yu, causing his magical power to surge and making it difficult for him to control his consciousness. "Ghosts are formless yet can attach themselves to shadows; where the shadow exists, the ghost exists; where the shadow disappears, the ghost is born. This is the Shadow Ghost Hand technique possessed by a high-level Ghost King!"

Xin Yu was moved and immediately summoned her divine soul defense treasure.

Although the Shadow Ghost Hand has a physical form and can be detected by the divine sense of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, the strangeness of this profound technique lies in its silence and extreme insidiousness. It cannot be blocked by the protective spiritual light of a cultivator, making it suitable for sneak attacks.

If she hadn't noticed, even a Nascent Soul True Monarch would have suffered a great loss. His Nascent Soul energy would have been extracted by the Shadow Ghost Hand, forming a special life fire that was then restrained by the ghost, severely damaging his vital energy.

"Ring ring ring!"

As the sound of the Xuanling bell rang, the shadowy hand behind Xin Yu paused slightly, its speed greatly reduced, but it did not stop its attack.

"This is bad! This Ghost King's strength is comparable to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. We can't withstand it with just the Ring of Divine Bell!" Xin Yu's eyes changed slightly.

If she hadn't been severely injured before, and her Nascent Soul injury hadn't fully healed, even if a late-stage Nascent Soul Ghost King had launched a sneak attack, she wouldn't have been so powerless to fight back.

"Woof!"

Just then, the sound of dogs barking rang out.

The shadowy ghost hands clinging to Xin Yu's body suddenly retreated violently, as if they had encountered an insurmountable natural enemy.

"Woof."

Tie Dan's eyes flashed with disdain as he opened his mouth and inhaled.

The shadowy hand froze in place, resisting for less than half a breath, before quickly falling into Tie Dan's mouth.

In an instant, Xin Yu's body relaxed, and the True Swallow Magic Power within her body returned to stability. She looked at Tie Dan with surprise and gratitude in her eyes.

That's really exaggerated!

The black dog accompanying my junior brother had a weak aura, but it was at the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. It was able to crush a late-stage Nascent Soul Ghost King named Xuan Tong with overwhelming force.

As expected, all the fourth-tier demon kings who received the junior brother's full support were exceptionally gifted!

"Hand over my Shadow Demon Hand, and I may spare your lives."

Suddenly, someone breathed into Xin Yu's ear, their voice chilling and menacing, sending shivers down her spine.

Xin Yu suddenly turned around, her cloud-like hairpins and phoenix hair ornaments transforming into a golden light that swept across the void in front of her.

"Get out here!"

Xin Yu unleashed her divine sense to explore the surroundings.

"Senior sister, your injuries haven't fully healed yet, so it's not suitable for you to fight. Leave the rest to me," Chen Beiwu reminded her.

Seeing the confidence in her junior brother's eyes, Xin Yu's pretty face flushed slightly: "Then I'll have to trouble you, junior brother."

"Eek!" (Why are you blushing!)

Zhiling glanced at Xinyu warily, her eyes showing displeasure.

"How long do you two intend to remain hidden?" Chen Beiwu asked, looking at the shadow on the left side of the entrance to the Scripture Hall.

"Interesting. How did you manage to see through my trail?"

As the ghostly mist emerged, two figures appeared, one muscular and one thin, one in front and one behind.

The former has broad shoulders and a thick back, with bulging muscles and a body as robust as a mountain. It has four fangs on each side of its mouth, each four inches long, and the color is the same as the golden wings on its back, both being dark gold.

His muscles were a dark golden color with a hint of bluish-gray, a special kind of true essence formed by the fusion of the golden armor's corpse energy and the Heavenly Gang Golden Essence. His face was withered, his eyes sunken, and he wore a Soul Refining Sect Daoist robe. He appeared to be on the verge of death, seemingly with only a few days left to live. "Corpse Demon True Monarch, Zhao Qianxun!"

Xin Yu looked wary and directly revealed the old man's identity.

Corpse Demon True Lord Zhao Qianxun is the vice sect master of the Soul Refining Sect. He is skilled in raising corpses and controlling ghosts. He is accompanied by two golden-armored corpse kings and the former Netherworld Ghost King, who are comparable to late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. Zhao Qianxun himself is a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator with a special physique and formidable strength. His combat power far surpasses that of the Golden Armor Corpse King and the Former Underworld Ghost King, and he ranks among the top three in the Soul Refining Sect.

"This is troublesome!"

Xin Yu's heart sank. He used his divine sense to remind his junior brothers to find an opportunity to escape.

There was no other way. Corpse Demon True Monarch was no ordinary Nascent Soul Peak True Monarch. Even if she were at her peak, let alone with her injuries, she would only be defeated if she joined forces with her junior brother. It would be better to separate and escape to try and gain a chance of survival.

"Of course I'll use my eyes. Your concealment techniques can't fool my eyes," Chen Beiwu said calmly.

"Indeed, if Chen Zi'ang, the Daoist Master of the Mirror Moon, who is renowned throughout the three realms, didn't have some real skills, it would be an overestimation of his abilities." Zhao Qianxun's gaze toward Chen Beiwu was filled with greed.

He was skilled in refining corpses and souls, and regarded the path of corpse demons as his lifelong hobby.

What ordinary cultivators consider to be an incomparably noble Nascent Soul True Monarch is nothing more than a precious material for refining corpse demons in his eyes.

The stronger Chen Ziang's talent and aptitude became, the stronger Zhao Qianxun's desire to suppress True Monarch prodigies and refine special corpse demons grew. "Why is the other fellow Daoist still hiding in the shadows? Do you think I'm blind?" Chen Beiwu glanced behind him.

"Clap clap clap!"

As applause erupted, ripples spread through the space behind Chen Beiwu, revealing a tall figure.

This person had a sallow complexion and an unfamiliar appearance. He was wearing a Blood Fortune Sect Taoist robe, and his aura was no less than that of the Golden Armor Corpse King and the Former Underworld Ghost King. He was clearly also a late-stage Nascent Soul True Monarch.

"There's another one!" Xin Yu was shocked, and her face grew even more pale.

A peak Nascent Soul True Monarch and three late Nascent Soul True Monarchs—this lineup is terrifying beyond measure, equivalent to the entire high-ranking members of the Western Evolution Demon Sect, enough to raze the mountain gates of an ordinary Nascent Soul sect.

"Fellow Daoist Yu, I've said it before: if Fellow Daoist Chen can see through my Netherworld Escape Technique, he can naturally see through your Breath-Changing Concealment Technique too!" Zhao Qianxun smiled slightly and teased, as if victory was assured.

Yu Long ignored Zhao Qianxun's teasing and said in a low voice, "The younger generation is truly remarkable. In a few days, we old bones will probably be eliminated by history."

"Who can predict the future?"

Realizing that Yu Long was trying to sow discord and force him to take action, Zhao Qianxun shook his head and looked at Chen Beiwu: "Fellow Daoist Chen, return the Shadow Ghost Hand to me, and I may give you both a way out. Otherwise, you will stay here today."

Upon hearing this, Yu Long raised an eyebrow but did not continue speaking.

Further discussion is pointless!

He knew Zhao Qianxun's temperament was unpredictable and elusive; one moment she might be smiling and greeting someone, the next she might be tearing out her heart and soul. If he said too much, he might get himself into trouble and be targeted by the Corpse Demon Lord, which would be a greater loss than gain.

"Woof."

Tie Dan opened his mouth, wanting to spit out the Shadow Ghost Hand to settle things.

Although it did not evolve into the Purifying Burning Dragon, possessing the ultimate power to burn away sins and purify the prison, it inherited some of the characteristics of the Purifying Burning Dragon through the dual evolution of the Purifying Burning Dragon and the Candlelight Emperor, and is able to subdue evil spirits.

Despite the fact that the first Netherworld Ghost King is comparable to a late-stage Nascent Soul True Monarch, if it were to fight one-on-one, it would not suffer a crushing defeat due to its innate advantage.

However, there are too many opponents now, and without any conflict of interest, Tie Dan is unwilling to let his master risk fighting for such a trivial matter.

"Don't move."

Unexpectedly, the owner pressed down on its head, interrupting the action.

"want to?"

Under everyone's gaze, Chen Beiwu raised his eyes and said calmly, "Then let's take it with our strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky within a hundred miles suddenly darkened, the temperature plummeted, and the eerie, dark fog continued to spread and expand.

"Good, good, good, that's a great way to prove yourself through merit!"

Zhao Qianxun's lips parted in a grin, and worms wriggled between his teeth: "It's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like this." "Since you're so eager to die, I'll send you on your way."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden-armored corpse king in front of Zhao Qianxun suddenly disappeared.

"call."

Xin Yu exhaled a breath of stale air, activated her phoenix hairpin, and stood in front of Chen Beiwu.

She didn't mind her junior brother's provocative behavior just now.

The reason is simple: the words of demonic cultivators are not to be trusted. Even if the junior brother hands over the Shadow Ghost Hand, the other party may not keep their promise and let them leave. Instead, it will make their escape even more difficult.

"boom!"

In just a moment, the stench of corpses reached Xin Yu's nose.

Xin Yu's pupils contracted, and she was about to unleash the power of the Heavenly Gang and activate the Phoenix Hairpin's innate profound abilities, but suddenly she became drowsy and a pale white lantern appeared in her spiritual sea.

The lantern hovered above the sea of ​​consciousness, emitting a faint glow, restraining Xin Yu's nascent soul.

This is the Mysterious Power of the Former Underworld Ghost King [Suspended Soul Ghost Lamp], which can silently enter a cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness, fix the nascent soul, and cause the cultivator's strength to drop drastically, making it difficult to control their divine sense. Because of the use of the Mysterious Power, it is difficult to perfectly conceal one's tracks. The shadow under Xin Yu's feet suddenly raised its head, revealing a twisted face that was pale green and fierce, which was the Former Underworld Ghost King who had been lurking in the dark.

"Damn it, do they really think I'm a pushover!"

Having experienced countless battles, Xin Yu naturally understood the principle that "it is better to attack where the enemy must defend than to launch a direct assault."

Without a doubt, in the eyes of the Corpse Demon True Lord Zhao Qianxun, she had become an easy target to restrain her junior brother.

"Don't even think about it!"

Xin Yu clenched her teeth, her golden core spinning rapidly within her body, stimulating her nascent soul.

In an instant, a sword mark slowly emerged on the forehead of her nascent soul deep within her spiritual sea, and her face gradually turned pale.

"Senior sister, there's no need for that."

Chen Beiwu locked his Heavenly Eye onto the First Underworld Ghost King, and suddenly drew his Xuan Blade.

The reason he didn't act immediately was to kill the most troublesome former Netherworld Ghost King in the blink of an eye.

"Clang!" A flash of light shot into the sky.

Faced with the power of this strike, the Demon King of the Underworld instinctively felt fear. In a flash, ignoring Zhao Qianxun's control, he chose to flee. But no matter how strange the Demon King of the Underworld's escape technique was, it could not escape Chen Beiwu's sword intent lock.

"Roar!" "Woof!" "Hey!"

Golden Egg, Iron Egg, and Schiller all made their moves at the same time, each with a different target.

Golden Egg chose to entangle the Golden Armored Corpse King to prevent Xin Yu's death.

Schiller chose to use the Five Elements Protection to prevent Zhao Qianxun and Yu Long from launching a surprise attack.

Tie Dan used the alternation of tribulation fire to block a fourth-order profound technique from the Corpse Demon True Monarch.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Sensing the danger, the Ghost King of the Underworld let out a fierce howl, his ghostly body exploded, splitting into thousands of ghostly shadows, forming a dense ghostly tide, attempting to evade Chen Beiwu's slash.

"Boy, stop!" Zhao Qianxun roared, summoning his defensive magic treasure in an attempt to protect the former Netherworld Ghost King.

But all of this was in vain.

"Clang!"

With a single strike, the world lost its color, the Ghost King perished, and vanished into nothingness.

As a price, the Xuan Blade in Chen Beiwu's hand hummed softly, trembled, and returned to its sheath, its spiritual power diminished.

Zhao Qianxun let out a muffled groan, her face grim, her eyes fixed on Chen Beiwu.