Demonic Corpse Body Reappears
Song Wen traveled for hundreds of miles without encountering a single cultivator. Even the surrounding environment and the underground river remained largely unchanged, as if the underground river had no end.
Suddenly.
On the left side of the rock wall, there appeared a hole about the height of a person.
The opening shows obvious signs of being artificially excavated.
Judging from the traces, this hole has been there for many years.
Song Wen stopped and searched carefully near the cave entrance, where he found traces left by the Sacred Beetle Gu.
After entering the cave and traveling for about a mile, another underground river appeared in front of Song Wen.
Compared to the previous underground river, this one is much smaller, and the water flow is much gentler.
As soon as he stepped out of the passage, Song Wen noticed that there were faint figures moving about a few hundred meters downstream.
Song Wen hurriedly sent the Sacred Beetle Gu to sneak over in secret.
The other party also noticed Song Wen, but did not act as cautiously as Song Wen, at least not on the surface.
The other party spoke directly, introducing themselves.
"Esteemed benefactor, this humble monk is Jie Hui from Primordial Unity Temple. May I ask your name?"
This person was actually Jie Hui.
As he spoke, he walked straight toward Song Wen.
He moved at a steady pace, as if he were not worried at all that the sudden appearance of the stranger might pose a threat to him.
In addition, he voluntarily revealed his background.
It gives people a feeling of extreme honesty.
If Song Wen hadn't known this man's actions, he could easily have been deceived by his feigned sincerity, thus lowering his guard.
At this moment, the Sacred Beetle Gu that went to investigate sent word that no trace of Jie Wu or Jie Se was found in the vicinity.
In other words, Jie Hui is alone!
For some unknown reason, the three parted ways.
Song Wen's eyes lit up; Jie Hui might possess a more detailed map, and even the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid.
When Jie Hui approached within a hundred meters, his Divine Sense swept over Song Wen.
After discovering Song Wen's identity, Jie Hui's eyes lit up.
Song Wen possesses a ten- Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid.
The only problem is that the Evil Buddha Way techniques he cultivates can be countered by Song Wen's Thunder Method.
However, he was confident that dealing with a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator using Thunder Method would not be a problem.
He was unaware that Song Wen had killed Wang Ming and Leng Tianlu.
Therefore, in his mind, Song Wen was merely a person with remarkable talent in Thunder Method.
"So you are a benefactor from the Beast Taming Sect. I remember your sect's Rong Jingyun mentioned you as 'Wu Sheng'."
"Benefactor Wu Sheng, hand over the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid! This humble monk can grant you a quick death. Otherwise, this humble monk will have to exorcise demons and monsters, and let you taste the flavor of a vengeful Soul Devouring devouring your soul."
Before he finished speaking, Jie Hui's kind face suddenly turned sinister.
Although he kept saying that Song Wen should hand over the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid, his actions showed no intention of sparing Song Wen's life.
He held the Human-Skin Hand Drum in one hand and gently tapped it with the other.
He knew that ghosts could be countered by Thunder Method, so he simply didn't summon any ghosts.
Song Wen felt the world spinning before his eyes.
Space gradually distorts and deforms, and time and space shift.
A mountain a thousand meters high appeared before our eyes.
The mountain has eighteen tentacles, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
It was none other than the Blood Year, the Beast Taming Sect beast of the Beast Taming Sect.
Song Wen Wenzheng was located at the foot of a high mountain, where eighteen thick tentacles, covering the sky and the sun, descended upon him.
Hallucination!
Song Wen understood immediately.
Although he knew that the scene before him was an illusion, it was so real that Song Wen could even clearly feel the hurricane generated by the waving tentacles scraping against his skin, causing a sharp pain.
A fear stemming from human instinct rose within me.
Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, bound him tightly, trying to imprison him, rendering him unable to resist.
"So what if it's a guardian beast? It's nothing but a man-eating demon."
"You think you can just make me surrender? You're dreaming!"
"Great Cavern Divine Thunder, Annihilate!"
A bolt of lightning appeared in the sky, like the wrath of a god, tearing apart the silence of the underground river.
Thunder flashes, dispelling all evil in the world.
The phantom of the Blood Year, like a piece of glass that had been struck, was incredibly fragile, breaking into countless tiny fragments that drifted through the air.
Song Wen's gaze returned to normal instantly.
Suddenly, a pale white bone knife shot towards Song Wen's brow.
A Great Lu suddenly materialized on Song Wen's body.
The bone knife pierced the bronze bell.
The bronze bell emitted a bright green light.
It blocked the bone knife.
The immense impact caused Song Wen to stagger back several steps.
A hint of surprise flashed in Jie Hui.
He attempted to ambush a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator, but failed.
The other party not only cultivated Thunder Method, but was also a cultivator who had achieved success in body refinement.
"I'd like to see just how powerful your Thunder Method is, and whether it can shatter the endless filth."
Jie Hui hardened his heart.
He opened his mouth and spat it out.
A large amount of black, foul gas poured out.
Like a raging torrent of foul air, it swept towards Song Wen.
Jie Hui originally thought that Song Wen would activate Thunder Method to forcibly dispel the foul air of heaven and earth.
But Song Wen remained unmoved by the sweeping stench, seemingly completely unconcerned.
Jie Hui was greatly surprised and doubtful.
Ordinary righteous cultivators, when faced with foul air, will either erect a spiritual energy shield to resist its intrusion, even if they do not try to dispel it.
If a righteous cultivator is exposed to a large amount of foul energy, their spiritual power will be contaminated, causing it to stagnate and severely affecting their strength.
Song Wen remained motionless, letting the foul air wash over his body without showing any discomfort. He was only slightly uncomfortable from the stench.
To Jie Hui's astonishment, Song Wen's righteous aura began to recede, and a dense Sha Qi swept out.
Song Wen's physical body rapidly withered and turned into a corpse.
In an instant, it transformed into a zombie with fangs and claws.
"A demonic corpse cultivator!"
Jie Hui's eyes widened in disbelief.
How could anyone possibly cultivate both righteous and demonic Cultivation Method simultaneously!
No wonder the other party was not afraid of the foul air; what demonic cultivator would be afraid of foul air?
They used impure energy to cultivate.
Jie Hui's shock did not end there.
Two figures exuding terrifying pressure appeared on Song Wen's left and right sides.
On the left is Corpse Puppet exuding an overwhelming aura of death.
On the right is the Ghost King, exuding an aura of malevolence.
"A pseudo-third-tier Silver Corpse and Ghost King!"
Jie Hui looked terrified and incredulous.
His figure rapidly disappeared backward.
"Hehehe... Thinking of escaping now? Isn't it a bit too late?"
Song Wen's face was filled with a bloodthirsty expression.
This was the first time he had revealed his form using the <Corpse King Blood Refinement Art> since escaping the Corpse Demon Sect.
Just now, the Sacred Beetle Gu has already surveyed the area within a ten-mile radius.
There were no cultivators around!
The secret realm was isolated from the outside world and contained a large amount of foul air, which helped him conceal his presence.
He can act freely.
Jie Hui had only escaped a hundred meters when he was caught up by the Ghost King who came flying through the air.
The Ghost King kicked Jie Hui in the chest.
Jie Hui opened his mouth and exhaled a large amount of foul air, which condensed into a shield in front of him.
However, the mere filth and the shield it formed were no match for the full force of the pseudo-third-tier Ghost King's attack.
The shield of foul air crumbled with a single blow.
It turned into a foul, stench that drifted away.