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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千二百五十四章 离合中期

Zombie. As a special kind of ghost, zombies are not confined to the阴司界; they can also be found in the human world.

However, for a corpse to turn into a zombie, it must meet extremely stringent conditions, requiring various coincidences and all of them being present. First, the burial site must have dense阴气, ideally at a place with a yin pulse. Second, the person's birthday must fall on the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which is also known as the secular Ghost Festival.

Lastly, the corpse must be deeply buried without decaying; otherwise, stripped of its flesh and leaving only bones, it naturally cannot become a zombie.

All three conditions are essential, so under natural circumstances, few corpses can successfully manifest their spirits.

However, at the main hall of the拜轩阁, there were thousands upon thousands of zombies. This clearly violated the laws of nature. It was obvious that this was due to the influence of Mo'er's conception.

Lin Xuan's thoughts raced through his mind; he didn't need to explain it further as he knew what had happened. With a sigh, he wrapped himself in a layer of green light and rushed towards the depths of the valley.

Woo—

Colliding with the hurricane, the ghostly cries became even more mournful. Numerous evil ghosts appeared around him, their fingers hooked like claws, lunging at Lin Xuan.

"Die!"

A trace of killing intent flashed across Lin Xuan's face as he had no time to deal with these pests. With a wave of his sleeve, green light surged out from the sleeves, forming countless sword qi each about an inch long. As they met the wind, their length increased rapidly, reaching several dozen feet in a blink. The sharp sound of breaking air shot towards the ghosts.

Puff!

Though Lin Xuan had used it casually and without invoking his treasures, its power did not fall short of ordinary元婴初期 cultivators.

The sword qi was numerous—over a hundred. Those ghostly figures could hardly avoid them; they were instantly extinguished.

"An arm trying to stop a cart."

Lin Xuan's lips curled into a sneer as he noticed the appearance of countless vortexes at the center of the hurricane, each bottomless and emitting an oily black glow.

The air inside was like a stormy sea, constantly surging. It seemed connected to the阴司界 in some way.

A mournful roar echoed from the bottom of one of these vortexes, followed by a dark shadow. A huge skull appeared before Lin Xuan, its eyes glowing red as it gnashed at something.

From an aura standpoint, this was much stronger than those hair-covered ghosts; almost on par with an元婴初期 cultivator.

If there were only one, it wouldn't be significant, but each vortex produced such a skull. Soon, the number reached nearly a hundred. Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. He wasn't afraid of them, but he felt somewhat at a loss.

Moon's little girl... what kind of racket did she make by just forming an embryo?

The skulls immediately surrounded Lin Xuan, opening their mouths to spew out green flames and poisonous smoke.

Each skull was equivalent to an元婴初期 cultivator. With so many attacks combined, whether Wangting Lou could withstand it was unclear. But if hit, his fall would be certain.

Lin Xuan couldn't afford such a scenario; he flashed through the air, using Nine Heaven Microsteps, vanishing without a trace.

Boom!

The poisonous smoke and demonic flames all missed their target, but the scene was still terrifying.

Facing so many monsters, fighting them was foolish. A smart person would use lightning-fast methods to wipe them out entirely.

Lin Xuan stretched his hand, tapping his waist. A dazzling light appeared before him—a broken sword about a foot long, its surface cracked, yet it exuded immense pressure.

Without hesitation, Lin Xuan grabbed the sword with both hands. Green light flowed around him as he infused mana into it. Numerous rune symbols appeared on the blade and rotated before vanishing inside his body. His hand was wrapped in silver light, and copper coin-sized whale scales emerged.

The process took only an instant. Before the skulls could react, Lin Xuan swung the sword down with all his might. A dazzling silver light appeared in his vision.

The scene was astonishing; it stretched over a hundred feet long, though not reaching to the sky or earth, it cleared away all the阴风 and ghostly mists, revealing clear skies once more.

Thirty skulls at the forefront were immediately devoured by the sword's brilliance, vanishing like bubbles. The remaining skulls, with their red eyes gleaming, showed extreme fear but had high intelligence, knowing they could not escape. They gnashed their teeth before opening their mouths wide.

Rumbling sounds filled Lin Xuan’s ears as the ghostly figures spat out primordial lightning flames.

Instantly, green light flashed, and a loud explosion echoed in his ears. The flames from one skull weren't significant, but with dozens of them colliding together, it was incredibly powerful, rushing towards the dazzling silver light.

"Hmph!"

Lin Xuan didn’t show any surprise on his face as he infused more five-colored spiritual lights into the Demon Fate Sword. The two clashed.

Silver and green lights intertwined before a large rune symbol rose, rotating and flashing. Soon, the divine treasure's power took the upper hand, completely swallowing the green light. Lin Xuan struck again with another sword swing. The sword qi formed an arch, and the remaining skulls finally vanished.

Lin Xuan heaved a sigh of relief as green light enveloped his body. Just as he was about to enter the valley, something else happened at that moment.

Electric sparks flashed, silver snakes danced in the air. The dark clouds above suddenly churned violently, forming another vortex similar to the previous one but much larger.

A mournful roar echoed from within. Lin Xuan paused his flight, his face showing a look of seriousness. This time, the threat posed by this vortex was far greater than the skulls.

Could it be...

Lin Xuan had an ominous feeling in his heart.

Mournful cries filled the air as countless black lightning crossed inside the vortex. A ghostly hand emerged from within.

It stretched over dozens of feet, covered with red scales, and sharp bone spines protruded at the elbow, long and sharp like weapons.

Another ghostly hand appeared on either side of the vortex, tearing it apart to expand its size.

"This is..."

Lin Xuan's face turned pale. Spatial techniques were only within the realm of experts in the late stage of 离合期.

Although Lin Xuan couldn't identify this ghost, he knew where it came from; this vortex connected to the阴司界, and it had come through that strange interface.

As the vortex expanded, the space became blurry. The ghost then emerged from within.

With a green face and fangs, there were four pairs of eyes on its face, making eight in total. Even with his extensive experience, Lin Xuan felt a chill run down his spine.

If he was correct, this ghost's aura surpassed that of Huìyùn and Rúyān Sister by far; could it be an expert at the late stage of 离合期?

Despite his arrogance, Lin Xuan had no confidence now. He didn't know whether to attack or retreat.

Though Mo'er’s conception opened a path to the阴司界, this ghost might not recognize the reborn Asura King. If anything happened to Mo'er...

Lin Xuan couldn’t leave; he had to protect her at all costs. If such a situation arose, he would fight regardless of whether it was mid-stage or late stage 离合期.

His mind raced as the ghost's aura was overwhelmingly strong, and Lin Xuan didn't dare provoke it. The only option left was to wait and see how things developed.

A terrifying and mournful roar echoed in his ears. Lin Xuan’s choice was undoubtedly correct, but that monster wouldn’t be led by him.

This ghost was towering, resembling a small mountain from afar. It lowered its head, its森然 gaze sweeping over Lin Xuan with an air of disdain before waving its ghostly claws.

(End of Chapter) 16977

Lin Xuan’s choice was right; however, the monster wouldn’t be led by him.

The ghost was tall and imposing, resembling a small mountain. It lowered its head, its森然 gaze sweeping over Lin Xuan with an air of disdain before waving its ghostly claws.

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(End of Chapter) 16978

Lin Xuan’s choice was right; however, the monster wouldn’t be led by him.

The ghost was tall and imposing, resembling a small mountain. It lowered its head, its森然 gaze sweeping over Lin Xuan with an air of disdain before waving its ghostly claws.

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