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第四卷 七星岛 第六百三十七章 沼泽中心

The ghost head let out a long, raucous laugh. Such a fine treasure falling into the hands of the other party was sheer waste, an utter desecration. Let this wretched corpse send you to your grave.

The malevolent aura around him seemed tangible as his sharp horn retracted inward before shooting forward with great speed.

A black and sinister light transformed into a streak of dark, frigid brilliance that moved at incredible velocity. The bald monk had no time to react; he couldn't even muster any defensive measures.

His qi shield was as fragile as paper, crumbling under the relentless assault with a mournful cry.

Puff...

Blood sprayed everywhere as the bald monk's eyeballs lost their luster, still showing disbelief as he looked down.

A sharp horn pierced his left chest, shattering his heart. The vivid crimson blood was so shocking.

As strength waned, he turned into a corpse, but this was just the beginning…

That ghostly horn seemed to possess magical power, instantly drawing his essence and blood inside it.

The flesh and blood vanished, leaving only a white skeleton in the air. In its chest area lay a gemstone about the size of a dragon's eye.

The gemstone emitted a deep luster; that was undoubtedly the cultivator’s golden core!

A black flash, and the ghost head flew close, opening its large mouth to swallow the golden core whole.

Satisfied, it then fixed its gaze on another target.

The elder was so terrified his heart and soul were shattered. Although the bald monk's abilities fell short of his own, he was still a condensation core cultivator who had died in one exchange with the other party.

Moreover, not only did his body and soul get devoured, but he lost any chance to reincarnate.

Such a tragic end. There was no courage left for him as he trembled upon seeing the opponent's gaze.

Transforming into a streak of black malevolence, he shot off toward the distance.

However, this was extremely foolish. Having lost his own life treasure, if an enemy attacked, there would be no chance to retaliate.

Although he had no choice...

The ghost head was thrilled and emitted even more terrifying malice as its skull was enveloped by ghastly flames. It howled as it chased after the elder.

With the loss of his life treasure, the elder's speed significantly decreased. He was quickly caught up to by the other party, who filled with fear. Kneeling mid-air, he begged: "Senior, spare my life! Senior, spare my life! I am willing to serve you as a horse or ox!"

Before he could finish, the ghost head bit through his throat, rendering his servitude meaningless. The rest of his flesh and blood quickly vanished; with his golden core devoured, only his bones fell into the swamp, destined to turn into mud after centuries.

Roar!

The ghost head let out a fierce cry as it spun around, sending off a wave of demonic mist that snatched their storage bags and treasures before flying back.

As for Lin Xuan, he and the Sin surname cultivator had not encountered any trouble on their journey. The Corpse Demons were not fools; sending minions to deal with an婴期 expert was like sending a dog into a tiger's den—no return.

About half an hour later, they saw the small island in the center of the swamp.

Shaped like a crescent moon, it stretched for over ten miles. The abundant Yin Qi hit them like a wave. Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows with excitement as he couldn't hide his joy.

Such ample Yin Qi meant that this place had top-grade Yin veins without a doubt.

Not in vain!

If the rumors were wrong, Lin Xuan would have turned around and left. No one was foolish enough to fight a Corpse Demons at the婴期 stage for nothing.

He had no interest in upholding justice or eradicating evil.

The Sin cultivator's eyes also showed joy and admiration, but his face quickly turned ashen.

It wasn't because of the surrounding lack of purple mist. The poison fog here was colorless and transparent, making it even more insidious.

Moreover, its toxicity had increased by several times. It was unclear if an婴期 expert could withstand it, but he certainly couldn't. Even with a treasure that repelled poisons, his bones would turn to dust.

Thinking of this, the Sin cultivator felt uneasy, fearing Lin Xuan might drag him into this.

Fortunately, such concerns were unnecessary. Although Lin Xuan was no good guy, he wouldn’t lead him to his death.

Of course, he wouldn't let him go either.

This small amount of poison fog wasn't a challenge for himself.

Lin Xuan extended his hand and a pill slid out from the palm, smiling as he offered it.

"Senior, what is this?" The Sin cultivator hesitated.

"Ingest it; it will temporarily help you resist the poison fog," Lin Xuan said calmly. His voice was firm and unchallengeable.

"But…" He took the pill and his expression changed several times.

"What? Do you doubt my word?"

"No… I dare not."

The Sin cultivator gritted his teeth, swallowing the medicinal pill. As they say, when under someone's roof, one must bow down. Facing an婴期 expert, he couldn't defy him. He hoped that with such a high cultivation level, there was no need for Lin Xuan to plot against him.

However, whether this pill could resist the poison fog troubled his mind.

He could only take it step by step and follow Lin Xuan into the island.

A dizzy spell hit him, but as his cultivation technique circulated within, the discomfort vanished. The Sin cultivator felt relieved and looked at Lin Xuan with admiration, wondering what kind of medicinal pill he had given that it was so effective.

With his life saved, his confidence grew. Perhaps following this old monster would ensure a safe journey.

"Ancestor, the Corpse Poison is ineffective against them," said the young master of the Ning family from the large stone cave.

"Humph, nothing to worry about; if there's an婴期 expert among them, it makes sense that they can counteract such poison fog." The Corpse Demons snarled. However, a hint of confusion appeared in his bloodshot eyes: "However, this person’s cultivation level is quite peculiar."

"Why so? You just said he was an old monster at the婴期 stage?"

"Indeed, but now that we are closer, he gives me a different feeling than those old monsters; it's like he isn't truly at the婴期 stage..."

The young master of the Ning family was confused. However, he didn’t plan to delve deeper and dismissed it as wind in his ears.

"Humph, regardless, this person’s cultivation level is undoubtedly high. By consuming his flesh and soul, I will definitely advance successfully," the Corpse Demons’ eyes glinted with ferocity, its expression becoming more menacing: "Son, stay here; let me handle those far-off visitors."

"Yes!" The young master of the Ning family bowed in reverence, showing a sycophantic smile. "May your ancestor achieve victory and success."

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