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第一百九十章 僵尸洞

Liao Hua sighed and folded his fan. A qi shield activated, enveloping him in a blue glow as he stepped into the ravine.

In the next quarter hour, several groups of cultivators arrived, all at late Foundation Establishment stage. Their expressions ranged from solemn to indifferent, but they all ventured into the mist.

Meanwhile, deep within the ravine:

Lin Xuan stood before a cliff face and closed his eyes in concentration, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow and extended his hand, summoning a flicker of firelight which entered his palm. After injecting his spirit sense to investigate, Lin Xuan's lips curled into a sneer.

The tails following him were indeed numerous. It seemed that both the Daoist and demon factions had indeed responded to the news.

However, such blatant tracking was too presumptuous!

In that case, let them suffer some hardships in the Yin Corpse Ravine.

Lin Xuan's gaze shifted until it landed on a nearby cave. The Yin Corpse Ravine was famous for this very cave, which housed hundreds of ancient corpses.

The origin and reason for these bodies' accumulation were unknown, but due to the special environment, the valley’s underground had a Yin vein. Under the rich nourishment of dense阴气, these ancient corpses had all become zombies with some degree of sentience.

Their strength varied, but even the weakest was equivalent to the Fifth Layer of Flexible Spirit Period, while stronger ones could rival mid/Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

Fortunately, within a hundred miles around, there were no human settlements except for Spirit Herb Mountain. Thus, despite the numerous zombies, they posed no real threat.

Moreover, these zombies only ventured out of the ravine on two days each month when the moon was waning and the阴气was at its heaviest. Therefore, cultivators from Spirit Herb Mountain mostly ignored them, showing no initiative to rid the area of harm.

The underground Yin qi combined with the zombie's corpse qi to form the eerie white mist in the ravine. Ordinary people would be poisoned by it, but Foundation Establishment stage and above cultivators were not afraid; they just had their spirit senses blocked.

But as a ghost body and having practiced secret techniques of spirit cultivation, her spirit sense was unaffected. The voice transmission talisman she sent earlier was from her.

These wild, naturally sentient zombies only moved at night, hiding in dark places during the day unless disturbed.

However, if someone alarmed them, it would be a different scenario.

A murderous intent flashed across Lin Xuan's eyes as he raised his hand and shot out a crimson beam that pierced deep into the stone cave...

Boom!

Qi exploded outward, sending a tremendous shockwave in all directions.

Immediately after, an acrid stench filled the air. The zombies had been awakened from their slumber.

Lin Xuan held a small banner in his left hand, gently waving it to release a black ghostly mist that enveloped him. Coupled with the Hidden Spirit Pill and Qi Control Technique, the taste-seeking zombies would not be able to detect his presence based on smell.

However, others did not have such preparations or good luck.

As Jiang Yan entered the ravine, his spirit sense could only explore a few dozen feet ahead. He had to rely solely on his eyes to navigate, which was very uncomfortable for this long-time cultivator. His bad feeling grew stronger as he moved forward.

The terrain of the ravine was peculiar—bends and turns like a maze.

After bumping around aimlessly, Jiang Yan finally decided to exit from within.

After all, no matter how urgent his mission, his life was still more important. He could not pinpoint where the danger came from but felt an inexplicable threat.

Exiting proved difficult in this maze-like ravine. After circling for a while, Jiang Yan couldn't find his way back.

But to a cultivator, that wasn’t much of an issue. A flash of green light appeared on his body as he intended to use Wind Control Technique to levitate.

With flight, the maze’s terrain would no longer be a hindrance. Jiang Yan was pleased with this thought until his expression changed suddenly… he couldn't fly.

His face darkened as he stared at the eerie white mist in front of him. Could it have a禁飞effect?

Suddenly, he smelled something foul and instinctively dodged to the side.

Boom! A huge boulder in front of him was shattered into powder.

Turning around, Jiang Yan saw a monstrous figure standing there.

Standing upright with a human-like back, but upon closer inspection, cold sweat trickled down his face. The creature's body surface was covered in green fur an inch long, and its fingers were hooked, black and gleaming with a chilling light that sent shivers down one’s spine.

Zombie!

Jiang Yan showed fear in his eyes. From the monster's appearance and the intense corpse qi it emitted, he could confirm that it wasn't just any low-grade行尸; its strength was equivalent to an early/Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

This alone wouldn’t have been frightening, but with nearly twenty zombies present, Jiang’s lips curled into a bitter smile…

Nor was he the only one unlucky enough.

Somewhere in the valley, Wu Yun'er was surrounded by three zombies. Although not many, each zombie's strength equaled that of mid/Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

Wu Yun'er had long lost her composure; her spoiled attitude was useless against these monsters. Despite her cultivation reaching late/Foundation Establishment stage due to her father’s protection, as the head of the household, she rarely engaged in combat!

This time, driven by a whim, she insisted on coming to Spirit Herb Mountain for fun, only to encounter such danger.

She regretted it bitterly, wishing she hadn’t come alone.

Other factions' cultivators were also cursing loudly. Where did so many zombies come from? And this white mist not only limited their spirit senses but also restricted flight.

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