The Giant Corpse Carries a Coffin, the Ancestral Witches Display Their Might

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know either. After all, in this Primordial Land, who knew how many old monsters were hiding, and who knew how many old monsters were dead?

Wu Chu was also very curious, after all, this was a mysterious figure who had never been known to anyone!

However, there was also some concern: could such a mysterious figure be incredibly powerful simply because it was a corpse? After all, some of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had only just entered the Daluo realm.

The strongest, Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin, may have reached the late or peak of the Daluo, but Xuanming, the ultimate one, has only been in the Daluo Realm for a short time!

Can they defeat this mysterious corpse?

If I can't beat them, wouldn't I be harming them?

At this moment, the corpse was rapidly expanding, and more and more death energy was emanating from the coffin and entering its body, making the death energy around it increasingly dense.

Several zhang, tens of zhang, hundreds of zhang, thousands of zhang...

As the corpse continued to swell, its imposing presence grew stronger.

"Tremble! Fear! You Mountain Recluse Who Never Leaves, this is all your fault!"

From within the pitch-black coffin came the resentful voice of the old Ran Deng priest, trembling slightly with fear, as if even he himself was afraid of releasing this monster.

"We can't let him get any more arrogant!" shouted Zhurong, the Fire-Passing Youth. At the same time, he swung his fist at the corpse, and a fist flame, like Little Suns, blasted towards the corpse.

Bang...

The coffin suddenly grew larger, stood upright, and blocked the corpse's path. Then, the thousands-of-feet-tall corpse grabbed it and placed it on its back, like Coffin-Backer.

Seeing this, the Ancestral Witch looked at each other in bewilderment.

Wu Chu also regretted his impulse to kill the old Ran Deng.

If he hadn't acted impulsively, he could have scared some Spirit Treasure out of the old Ran Deng priest. But who would have thought it would turn out like this?

As expected, none of the famous figures in the Primordial World should be underestimated.

At this moment, Houtu pulled Wu Chu behind her and said, "A Chu, you and Sister Qingqiu should retreat back into the Mountain Protection Array first. Let us handle this for now!"

Qingqiu Li glanced at Houtu and, realizing that Houtu wasn't joking, nodded and pulled Wu Chu back.

Wu Chu, controlling the Mountain Protection Array, retreated back into it to avoid getting in the way. "Brothers and sisters, please be careful!"

If anything were to happen to any of them, Wu Chu would feel guilty.

This wasn't originally their business, but now...

The Ancestral Witch nodded slightly, and Wu Chu retreated back into the formation, feeling somewhat helpless.

Things were completely beyond his imagination. He originally thought that the old Ran Deng at this time was not as powerful as these Ancestral Witch, and that he could easily crush him to death.

After all, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, a super-luxurious group of the Witch Clan, and the Qingqiu Fox Ancestor forming a super-luxurious lineup, wouldn't the mere Old Daoist Ran Deng be a piece of cake?

He originally thought that such an easy job wouldn't cause him to owe the Witch Clan a great debt, and even the Ancestral Witch members felt that he was repaying their debt.

But who would have thought...

In this way, their entanglement with the Witch Clan has only deepened.

However, thinking about it, given my current relationship with Houtu, I certainly won't be able to easily stay out of the war between the Wu and Yao races in the future!

At that time, Fuxi Nuwa would be in the Demon Clan Heavenly Court, while Houtu and the Houtu would be in the Witch Clan.

Wu Chu couldn't help but scratch his head inwardly; having too many friends seemed to be a problem!

Why don't we invite them over for a chat sometime, so we can all sit down and talk things out?

While Wu Chu was pondering these unrealistic thoughts, the Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang finally launched the first attack. In a flash, he transformed into a colossal body tens of thousands of feet tall. Moreover, this colossal body was not humanoid, but bird-like, entirely crimson, with six legs and four wings. Its face was obscured, and its majestic form resembled a ball. With all six legs and four wings moving simultaneously, it instantly appeared in front of the giant corpse. Its fist struck the unseen face of the giant corpse and crashed down.

The giant corpse raised its hands, placing them in front of its head to block the six fist beams.

The shockwaves churned, shaking even the Guardian Formation Purple Jade Mountain. Fortunately, the attacks of these Ancestral Witch were not aimed at the Guardian Formation, otherwise Purple Jade Mountain would surely have been destroyed.

The sky was filled with Rolling leaden clouds, which shrouded the entire expanse of heaven and earth, and seemed to plunge the tens of thousands of miles into darkness in the blink of an eye. A Crimson Divine Dragon slowly lowered its head from the clouds, opened its mouth and spewed out a beam of light. The light had just disappeared from its mouth when it instantly reached the head of the giant corpse.

Bang...

The giant coffin slid upwards, resting on the giant corpse's head and blocking the beam of light emitted from the dragon's head.

At this moment, a figure entirely covered in emerald green rose into the sky, with a human face and a bird's body. Two small dragons were held in the bird's claws. With a casual flick of its finger, countless enormous vines, as thick as Purple Jade Divine Tree, emerged from the void and wrapped around the poisonous body.

On the other side, a gigantic fire giant rose from the ground...

An ice bird, riding a two-headed dragon, unleashed frost, freezing everything in its path...

Seeing the Ancestral Witch unleashing their full power, Wu Chu's heart began to race with trepidation. On one hand, he felt that with them around, the mysterious ancient corpse should be able to be subdued, but on the other hand, he worried that their battle would cause the Purple Jade Mountain's Guardian Formation to collapse.

While the old Ran Deng priest Ran Deng, hiding in the Black Coffin, gritted his teeth, he couldn't help but sigh helplessly, feeling that Purple Jade Mountain was truly an ominous place for him.

My first visit was a blow to my spirits, and this second visit...

"It seems that only by following this method and being willing to sacrifice this physical body can I save my life!"

With a soft sigh, Ran Deng channeled his Primordial Spirit into the glass Palace Lantern.

Within the flames of that Funerary Palace Lantern, there was a gray flame, and within this flame was a barely perceptible portal that led directly to the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The Primordial Spirit of the Ran Deng entered the portal and enveloped the Spirit Coffin Lamp.

In the blink of an eye, his Primordial Spirit and the Funerary Palace Lantern disappeared together into the coffin.

After Ran Deng old Daoist priest abandoned his physical body and the coffin, and quietly fled with the Funerary Palace Lantern, the Black Coffin quickly dispersed on its own, turning into wisps of death energy that entered the corpse. Instantly, the corpse's aura surged, and the giant vines wrapped around its body began to break one by one, while the layer of frost was also cracked.

But at the same time, lightning and fire rain were already pouring down on the corpse.

Gazing at the corpse bathed in dazzling light, Wu Chu's eyes narrowed, and she asked in surprise, "Sister, did you see that old Ran Deng, Ran Deng?"

Qingqiu Li shook her head, and finally said, "He must have used the Size Manipulation Art to hide inside that corpse! After all, that corpse was so huge, he could have simply shrunk himself at will, and who could have easily spotted him!"

Wu Chu remained frowning, feeling that based on the old Ran Deng's temperament, he shouldn't be the kind of person who would die a heroic death. Otherwise, would he have betrayed the Chanjiao during the Investiture of the Gods?

A person who is not afraid of death certainly could not do such a thing.

Wu Chu pondered silently, wondering what methods the old Ran Deng would use to escape if he wanted to.

By the way, where is that Funerary Palace Lantern?

Wu Chu looked up but didn't see the corpse using the power of the Funerary Palace Lantern. In a battle of magic, anyone would try to utilize any power. Could it be that the corpse was hiding the lantern, preparing to launch a sneak attack?

"Sister, tell Houtu and the others to be careful of the old Ran Deng's sneak attack!"