Concubine Cultivation Records

Chapter 77 76
Seeing all the living corpses sweeping towards the courtyard, Xiao Hanyu's face was not moved at all, his pair of broken golden pupils were still extremely calm, as if he was used to seeing such a scene.

The golden long sword was horizontally in front of him, and the streamer's sword intent surged all over his body, gradually bringing up a trace of chilling air, which was three points colder than this cold ghost.

When he saw the girl, he didn't feel any disturbance in his heart, and he didn't panic when the living corpses appeared all over the sky.

It was when the child opened his arms, when the empty chest pierced through the red wall, and when more children like this showed up with their stomachs empty, that the raging killing intent permeated the sword body, outlining a strong stern aura.

The sharp sternness was more angry than these living corpses, and when the surging living corpses approached him, Xiao Hanyu closed his eyes.

The long sword that was originally horizontal in front of his body pointed forward, and then stood upright on his body, and the six sword lights that originally flowed around his body bloomed instantly at this moment.

The sword light flowed towards the surroundings like a flowing wave, and the golden stream of light in the sky turned into a sharp sword intent, passing through the group of corpses indomitably.

The sword was turbulent, galloping away like a stormy wave, and then the six beams of light surged out of the golden wave and rushed straight towards the sky.

Then it turned into a flowing rain and fell into the crowd of corpses, cutting off the sneaky aura around it.

In the palace, a stalwart figure was arranging formations here, and an open space was cleared out of the half-collapsed palace. In front of the figure was one pool after another.

The man was short in stature, but had a very bright and majestic face. He was wearing a blood-stained dragon robe, but he didn't have the slightest look of an emperor, just like a beggar wearing a dragon robe.

What flows in the pool is not a warm and clear spring, but thick blood that exudes a fishy smell.

Tun Zang raised his head, in the dark curly long hair, those bloody eyes were full of tyranny, here they come again, those damned monks who are terribly hindering his cultivation are coming again!
Feeling that another monk who didn't know how to live or die broke into this ghost domain, Tun Zang couldn't help but draw the formation with his hands a little faster.

Suddenly, a corner of a formation paused, and it almost went to another place. Tun Zang took a deep breath, stopped, and then continued to outline the formation on the ground.

The speed of the bright red color in the blood pool became faster and faster, as if it was about to boil, a blood-colored ball was placed in the palace.

And in the middle of the palace, there is a flat ground, where there are children's heads. The faces of those children are full of painful expressions. All of them have only one head left, and it is difficult to keep their eyes open.

There is no innocence on the immature face, full of resentment and madness, the formation is composed of bones one after another, these are the broken bones extracted from those children.

And the remaining pile of rotten meat has been randomly piled aside by Tun Zun.

That pile of things is no longer of much use.

And at this moment, he is sketching out the teleportation formation, to transfer all the gains this time to the ghosts of the main body.

Yes, the main body, he is just a remnant soul separated from the ghost king Tun Zang. In the ghost world, a person who can be called a ghost king can only be called a ghost king if he has a cultivation base of level [-] or above. .

And even the ghost king, if he wants to travel through the ghost world and send his remnant soul to the human world, he needs to spend a lot of soul power to break through the world and break the barrier between the two worlds before he can enter the human world.

Feeling the movement outside the palace, Tun Zang gnashed his teeth to assemble the formation with broken bones, injecting his soul power into the center of the formation bit by bit.

After the formation was finally completed, the blood from the surrounding pools of blood was introduced into the formation. This formation was originally outlined by ghost ink and stitched together from broken bones.

But after the thick blood in the blood pool was poured into it, it gradually released a dark black luster in the center.

When all the blood was poured into the center of the formation, the formation was completely illuminated at this moment, and a black halo spread out at this moment, and an extremely filthy and disgusting aura came from the center of the formation.

At this time, the formation was finally outlined, and Tun Zang also heaved a sigh of relief, but he could clearly feel the aura of intruding ghosts outside, but his expression changed a little.

It will take some time for this formation to be fully activated, but the people outside who broke into the ghost domain, although they are full of sword intent, are extremely fierce.

But it seems that he is just a monk in the Foundation Establishment period.

Ok?
Tun Zang, who originally ordered the ghost slave to besiege the monk and prevent him from entering the hall, was stunned, and then a feeling almost humiliating came to his heart.

Even though he is just a remnant soul, a remnant soul sent to the human world by the fourth-order ghost king, his own strength is equivalent to the existence of the alchemy stage in human cultivation.

But among the human race, since the Jindan cultivator who was attacked by him and damaged his spirit altar left, only one cultivator at the foundation stage was sent into this ghost domain to stop him!
With this level of cultivation, he wants to destroy his ghost domain and prevent him from cultivating!

ridiculous.

This is really, extremely ridiculous!

At the moment when Tun Zang was dazed, an extremely ferocious sword intent, like a wandering dragon, rushed into the hall, and the sharp sword intent cooled down the boiling blood in this formation.

It was too fast, last moment the man was still in the middle of the living corpse, but now the monstrous sword intent was in front of him, Tun Zang was caught off guard by waving his right arm, and a shady scene slowly appeared at this moment.

A pair of piercingly cold broken golden pupils that seemed to have no emotion came into view.

But Tun Zang looked at it but his heart skipped a beat, feeling the tyranny in those eyes was deeper than his.

It's too slow, if it's still a Nascent Soul cultivation base, if it's not for the remnant soul and being damaged, he won't be so slow.

Tun Zang kept his eyes open, watching that the golden dragon outlined by the sword light was already biting towards the shady scene aggressively.

In an instant, the shady scene was shattered, and the golden dragon still rushed towards Tun Zang ferociously, revealing sharp sword intent and pouring on the ridiculous dragon robe.

In an instant, the sword light pierced Tun Zang's chest, and the dragon robe was damaged, passing through the chest, revealing the thin and ridiculously thin body inside.

Tun Zang raised his head, fixedly staring at the figure who had just stepped into the hall at this time, his eyes were full of doubts, puzzlement, and a bit of disbelief.

How come, the Foundation Establishment period is just a monk in the Foundation Establishment period.

As soon as the man wore the black robe, the sword energy moved first, and he moved later. At this moment, he stepped into the hall.

Obviously, he had already experienced a blockade, but the jade-complexioned person didn't even have a mess in his hair.

Raising those broken golden eyes, killing intent pierced through the blood.

Outside the main hall, there were only a pile of broken corpses struggling but unable to close.

(End of this chapter)