Netherworld Ghostfire, Spirit Treasure Black Coffin

However, before Qingqiu Li could relay Wu Chu's warning to Houtu, the corpse had already fallen to the ground under the combined attack of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The deathly aura emanating from the corpse was blasted out of its body by the continuous bombardment from the Ancestral Witch, but it then reformed into a Black Coffin behind the corpse.

The corpse shrank in size and landed on the Mountain Protection Array.

Upon seeing this, the Ancestral Witch also shrank their bodies and stepped forward to take a look. After seeing it, they couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.

Wu Chu also stepped out of the Mountain Protection Array and came to the corpse. When he saw the corpse's face, he was also stunned.

Because the corpse he saw was not an ancient corpse at all, but the Ran Deng itself.

After a long silence, Wu Chu kicked the corpse. "This guy... is he finally dead?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the ancient coffin, then squatted down, preparing to touch the corpse.

After all, he possessed Merit, so he was not afraid of the death aura emanating from the corpse.

But Qingqiu Li, who followed him out, frowned and said, "Something's not right! I didn't sense any remnants of his Primordial Spirit. Could it be that he abandoned this physical body and his Primordial Spirit escaped?"

Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witch looked at Qingqiu Li, and then at the corpse.

Upon hearing Qingqiu Li's words, Wu Chu was taken aback for a moment, then suspiciously touched the corpse. Sure enough, there was nothing left on the body.

He then looked at the Black Coffin with mysterious patterns, stepped forward and lifted the coffin lid, only to find that there was nothing inside, just a coffin full of deathly energy.

Qingqiu Li asked in confusion, "There's no trace of Primordial Spirit within that deathly aura. Strange, how did he manage to slip away so quietly right under everyone's noses?"

The Ancestral Witch looked at each other, feeling somewhat humiliated. So many of them had joined forces, yet the other side had still managed to escape, and all they had gained was this coffin.

Wu Chu stood up, stroking his chin in thought. Suddenly, Yibao's voice rang in his Consciousness Sea, saying, "Could it be because of that Funerary Palace Lantern? It's said that there's a Netherworld Ghostfire in that lamp, which can communicate with the Netherworld?"

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Wu Chu was speechless.

"It says it can communicate with the Netherworld, but it doesn't say it can go directly to the Netherworld!"

Yibao felt a little wronged. She never expected that, surrounded and attacked by so Daluo, Old Ran Deng would still have a way to escape!

Wu Chu knew he couldn't blame Yibao for this, since he himself hadn't expected it. So, he pretended to have suddenly realized it, and suddenly punched his fist in the palm, saying, "It seems that legend is true!"

"What legend?"

Everyone looked at him curiously.

Wu Chu said, "Legend has it that the Funerary Palace Lantern in the hands of the Lantern-Burning Daoist Ran Deng contains a grayish-white flame called the Netherworld Ghostfire, which can directly connect to the Netherworld. It is likely that he used this method to secretly communicate with the Netherworld, thereby allowing his Primordial Spirit to enter the Netherworld and escape!"

Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witch were taken aback, and then looked at Wu Chu with some embarrassment.

Seeing this, Houtu smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying, "I never expected that even with all of us joining forces, this person would still escape. It's truly..."

Wu Chu waved his hand and said, "This matter is not your fault. Ran Deng is cautious and afraid of death by nature. As the person who knows him best, I did not think of this. I thought things were too simple and that with all of you here, taking him down would be a piece of cake."

The crowd chuckled, because they thought so too.

Although the appearance of the 'ancient corpse' was somewhat unexpected, they still felt that taking down the opponent would not be a problem.

Who would have thought that we were still too careless and hasty!

However, Wu Chu had to admit that the old Daoist priest Ran Deng was also a skilled actor. He had acted so grief-stricken and resolute before, who would have thought that this guy would play tricks on them!

Qingqiu Li smiled and said, "Actually, it wasn't a complete loss. That ancient coffin is clearly a top-grade Innate Object. If A Chu refines it, he can obtain a Supreme-Grade Spirit Treasure with extremely strong defense. Although this item contains death energy, this death energy..."

"This thing is bad luck!"

Wu Chu frowned, looking somewhat disgusted.

But on second thought, Wu Chu felt that it might be worth a try.

In the future, when you're fighting with someone, you can just throw this out and say, "Here, I've brought you a coffin," or "Look, I've even prepared a coffin for you."

That would surely disgust the other party.

Upon seeing this, Qingqiu Li smiled and asked, "This is Supreme-Grade Spirit Treasure. Do you possess a top-grade Spirit Treasure?"

Yes, it definitely exists, but it's a Merit Spiritual Treasure.

Qingqiu Li actually knew this, but she couldn't say it in front of everyone. After all, while Houtu certainly knew, the other Ancestral Witch might not know!

It seems I need to find an opportunity to comprehend the laws within this deathly aura! Wu Chu watched silently, then looked at the Ancestral Witch, "Brothers, this thing belongs to you..."

Dijiang waved his hand and said, "Brother A Chu, you should keep this! We are shamans, and we would have to refine it again before we can use it, which is too much trouble!"

Wu Chu looked at Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Jiuyin smiled and said, "I don't lack Spirit Treasure, Brother A Chu, you should take them! That Lantern-Burning Daoist Primordial Spirit has escaped, and I believe he will come looking for us again once his cultivation recovers. Brother A Chu, you should be prepared to deal with it."

Wu Chu nodded, cupped his hands in a salute to them, and said, "In that case, I won't stand on ceremony with you all. Although this thing is indeed a bit unlucky, in terms of defense, it is indeed a Supreme-Grade Spirit Treasure. My cultivation is low..."

The Fire-Passing Youth stepped forward and hooked his arm around Wu Chu's shoulder, laughing, "Brother A Chu, there's no need for such formalities. We all know your situation. To be honest, we're ashamed to admit it. We couldn't even defeat a Taiyi Peak realm being when we joined forces. Tsk tsk..."

Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witch covered their faces and smiled wryly.

Wu Chu thought to himself, "If the Twelve Ancestral Witches are still alive when they roam the Primordial Land, the Old Ran Deng will probably be able to brag about today's events for the rest of his life!"

Back in the day, even the Twelve Ancestral Witches joining forces couldn't defeat this humble Daoist... and so on.

Just imagine how much the Lantern-Burning Daoist boasted; the Twelve Ancestral Witches probably wished they could tear him apart!

In the future, if these Ancestral Witch encounter the old Ran Deng again while traveling, they will probably kill him without saying a word.

After silently mourning for the old Ran Deng for three seconds, Wu Chu said to the Fire-Passing Youth, "Brother Zhurong, you flatter us. In this Primordial Land, there are countless powerful beings and countless powerful and magical Spirit Treasure. Many ancient and powerful beings have more than one way to protect themselves. Without knowing the details, how can we possibly be all-encompassing?"

"The problem is, this thing isn't exactly ancient, much less powerful!"

"..."

Wu Chu couldn't help but chuckle, never expecting these Ancestral Witch to be so concerned about their reputation.

"Brother Zhurong, do me a favor. I want to burn this corpse. It looks unlucky to have it here."

"No problem!"

The Fire-Passing Youth flicked his finger, and a ball of flame rose from the corpse of the Lantern-Burning Daoist, accompanied by a hissing sound. A stench immediately emanated from the corpse.

Then Wu Chu sealed the Black Coffin with an array to prevent the deathly aura inside from dissipating and causing unnecessary trouble for his Purple Jade Mountain.

"Come on, everyone, keep eating and drinking, keep playing music and dancing!"

"Ha ha..."