Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 467

Taking care of the man in front of us, namely Valley Master Sun Qinghua, is not difficult.

Despite the terrifying ghostly howls and spells he unleashed with every gesture, the true caster of the spell was not him, but the environment itself.

If the previous red light was likened to the heart, then Sun Qinghua at this moment was like a severely atrophied brain. The collective sealing of the souls in the small hell was equivalent to draining the blood from this body.

It's not that the arrival of Li Zhuiyuan and others caused Sun Qinghua to lose control, but rather that he himself had problems early on, and regardless of external stimuli, his demise was already on the countdown.

Moreover, if we don't take action against him beforehand, allowing this "body" to revive, go out of control, and go insane in its most intact state, the resulting harm will be even more terrifying.

After the first wave of the river fails, it immediately arranges for the second wave to follow. From the perspective of the river, when it is certain that this abscess is about to burst, it is beneficial to puncture it earlier and release more pus in advance.

Li Zhuiyuan was pondering a question: would the river accept such a completed result?

They should... recognize it.

I deliberately dug the irrigation ditch to enter this wave.

This means that the river water did not play its part in creating this wave.

If he were not present and could not use the resources he had traded from the Emperor of Fengdu to pave the way, it would be extremely difficult for this wave of lamplighters to break through the barriers and reach this point.

Without an absolute leadership core and a solid alliance foundation, even for elites like them, it would be an ideal outcome if half of them survived the battle to reach this point.

Because this doesn't even take into account the internal strife caused by backstabbing, underhanded tactics, and eliminating competitors; in fact, this is a traditional skill among those who seek to influence others.

Therefore, the number of people who eventually make it here will be very small, and almost all of them will be seriously injured.

Based on this, they finally killed Sun Qinghua, prematurely detonated the abscess, and then quickly escaped during the "earthquake". They barely escaped the little hell and arrived at the safe mountain peak, where they rested and looked back in this direction.

Unrest did begin, but due to their intervention, the magnitude of the unrest was greatly reduced.

On the mountain peak, some sighed, some were melancholy, some were still shaken, and some exclaimed: We have done our best and have no regrets.

This scene, this atmosphere, this visuals—it truly aligns with the consistent aesthetic of the question setter.

Therefore, Xu Mofan was right to suggest going up and stabbing him.

Stabbing him to death would have terrible consequences, but those above could accept it, and everyone could get away with it. The souls killed along the way could even be counted as merit based on their contribution.

This is how you should do this test.

Li Zhuiyuan's gaze swept over the crowd around him.

The question now is, should I decide to do this?

Because of his sudden intervention and forceful suppression, even though the second wave of lamplighters were tricked into doing some private work at Lu Family Village, they still enjoyed the Divine Deer Feast afterwards, so their overall condition improved rather than declined.

Next, they fought a brilliant peripheral annihilation battle against the Yama's forces led by Sun Xi. This not only improved the team's cohesion but also shattered the last remaining "loyalty" of the Little Hell, paving the way for the subsequent proclamation and pacification.

Right now, everyone is fully staffed and in high spirits.

So, should we do this bonus question or not?
What the Emperor of Fengdu truly desires is this "shell of a small hell," to fully control it. Whether it's integrating it into Fengdu or establishing a branch capital, it would be of great benefit to the Emperor.

The Emperor's intention was definitely to have me complete this additional task to repay the interest.

However, Li Zhuiyuan was not overly insistent on this. He believed that it would be difficult and extremely risky for him to reverse the situation with the strength of his personal team.

The Emperor would probably understand this, since borrowers are more afraid of debtors having health problems.

However, if these lamplighters can be mobilized together, the probability of success will be greatly increased.

So how do you get them to take such a huge risk to cooperate with you?
Li Zhuiyuan:
"Gentlemen, now that we have killed Sun Qinghua, the Little Hell will be revived and cause disaster. But for us, the goal of reducing the harm has been achieved, and this wave is still over."

But I have a way to prevent the resurgence of the Little Hell and the disaster from happening, but it requires everyone's wholehearted help and taking great risks for it.

The benefit you will receive is that, due to the extremely high level of completion of this wave, you will gain even greater merit rewards.

At the same time, the harm to ordinary people will be minimized, and there may not even be any spillover or impact.

And I can gain more benefits from this than you do.

As you can see, I want to preserve the Little Hell intact; I don't want it to be destroyed.

Now, the choice is yours.

Those who don't want to take risks can quit immediately; those who want to take a chance can choose to stay.

I can promise you that regardless of the final outcome, I will deal with Sun Qinghua, assuming you have successfully navigated this crisis.

Li Zhuiyuan chose to be open and honest.

Don't treat others like fools; these people are definitely not fools either.

Xu Mofan was a bit... that's why he volunteered to step forward and stab someone.

Didn't the others know that they had been on the defensive all this time?
In fact, many people noticed this, especially when Li Zhuiyuan and Wang Lin were talking earlier, they didn't hide it from others and used words like "heart".

Furthermore, Sun Qinghua's bizarre state, along with the unique way his ghostly howls and magical spells were presented, were almost entirely revealed.

Everyone could sense that this offensive was clearly coming from the surrounding environment.

Therefore, it's impossible for you to deceive them again, so you might as well lay everything out in the open.

Xu Mofan paused for a moment, then immediately slammed his spear on the ground, declaring firmly:
"Then there's no rush to kill. We should protect the people and avert disaster!"

At this moment, Xu Mofan exuded the same charisma as his grandfather, Xu Fengzhi.

The Five Elements Commander said, “I am a descendant of the Dragon King’s lineage. Here, I will spare no effort to uphold the name of my ancestor, the Dragon King.”

Tao Zhuming didn't look at Ling Wuxing with special eyes this time, nor did he think that Ling Wuxing was still humbly trying to curry favor. Although he had seen the dangers of the martial world and even the petty scheming among his elders, as a young man who grew up listening to the stories of the Dragon King, he still had that passion in his heart.

"Dragon King Tao, don't leave!"

Zhu Yiwen unfolded his folding fan, fanned himself in front of him, and smiled:

"Every time I think back to the scene of blocking the door at the Yu family's house, it makes my heart race. It's so great to be able to relive it again!"

Feng Xionglin touched his bald head: "Let me make this clear beforehand, if I die, you absolutely mustn't forget to take my body back with you. Every part of the Feng family is a treasure, it would be a shame not to take it with you, hahaha!"

Those who blocked the door at the Yu family's house last time all declared they would stay.

Besides youthful vigor and a sense of righteousness, there is also the sense of turning adversity into fortune after the last crisis. Last time, the young man hid and did not appear, but this time he is standing here openly.

Even the most dangerous thing, if you have a clear success rate, it would be foolish not to take the chance.

The difference in merit between reducing disaster and eliminating disaster is enormous. After the Yu family, everyone ate their fill.

Mu Qiuying held the guqin upright in front of her.

Honestly:
"Mu Jiaqin, play for the Dragon King of the Liu family!"

Luo Xiaoyu slapped the chessboard, and the black and white pieces collided in mid-air, making a crisp sound:
"This is the kind of youth I want!"

The monk Yayoi said, "The Buddha is compassionate and will deliver all beings from suffering."

Wang Lin: "Haha, it doesn't matter where you sleep!"

In any situation, if enough people take the lead, the feedback that follows will generally be positive.

Originally, everyone could have left with just a passing grade, but now that so many people want to stay and try for the bonus questions, the normal mindset is that it doesn't matter if everyone loses money, but it's really upsetting if others earn more than you.

If we have to die, we'll die together. The four Dragon Kings' sects and the Azure Dragon Temple are not afraid of death, so what do they have to worry about?

Many of those who lit the lamps then went on to declare that they were willing to stay.

Zhu Qing leaned close to her brother's ear and whispered, "Brother, how do we choose?"

Luo Yang: "Girl, are you blind too? Can't you see the situation?"

Zhu Qing: "We siblings will stay and accumulate great merit!"

"Sister, I'm not mute!" Luo Yang shook himself and shouted, "We siblings are willing to stay and protect the common people!"

With tangible benefits in front of you, a high enough success rate to guarantee it, and a righteous cause to back you up, you have the backing of authority.

The pack quickly reached a consensus.

Sun Qinghua, who was above, continued to stumble and fall downwards.

Sometimes it howls, sometimes it waves its hand, like a child throwing a tantrum to shoo away flies.

Each of his actions would trigger a terrible offensive, but with previous experience, they were all resolved under Li Zhuiyuan's command.

Moreover, through rounds of cooperation, the team's level of understanding continues to improve.

Li Zhuiyuan began to consciously hand over the command of the formation to Luo Xiaoyu, the command of the feng shui to Mu Qiuying, and the command of the magic to Tao Zhuming... while gradually handing over the central coordination to Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin is not Zhao Yi; he cannot command every detail, but with his talent for using spirit beasts to transmit messages, he can still serve as an information exchange platform.

The boy is gradually withdrawing himself from this group.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Keep being patient. He won't go crazy for long. Soon, this body will reject this shrunken brain and may even remove it on its own."

After Sun Qinghua died for the first time, he merged with the Ghost Mother. Upon waking up, he realized that he had become an evil spirit. Having died once, he did not have the courage to die a second time. From then on, he worked hard to pursue immortality.

His role model was the Emperor of Fengdu.

However, the Great Emperor has already made himself a myth, and the structure of Fengdu Hell remains as stable as Mount Tai. Yet the Great Emperor continues to work hard, suppressing Bodhisattvas, collecting armor, and placing heavy bets on his closed-door disciples.

But Sun Qinghua had already reached his limit.

The little hell he created himself, the body he fattened up, he himself could no longer control, like a bulimic eating disorder patient, eating and eating until he finally swallowed himself up.

Thinking back to how spirited Sun Qinghua was when he came here to slay the Demon Mother, and then looking at the present situation.

So many sighs and laments in the world are due to the pursuit of immortality.

But in this world, there is only one Yin Changsheng.

Finally, Sun Qinghua seemed to be exhausted. He put his hands on his knees, bent over, and began to pant heavily.

The resulting ghostly howls, though still terrifying, became intermittent.

The turbidity in his eyes cleared up at that moment.

He looked at the group of people in front of him, a group that was generally still very young.

He turned around and looked at the twelve stone coffins behind him.

Those were his twelve lives after he became an evil spirit; he built hell, summoned the dead, and established a legacy...

His gaze swept back and forth, from left to right, and then from right to left.

He was searching hard, but he could never find the version of himself that he was looking for, the one who had once truly been young.

Twelve stone coffins, twelve lives, like fleeting clouds and a dream. For a long time, he enjoyed it and was happy, never expecting that one day he would regret it.

He looked at the crowd in front of him again, his mouth agape.

This time, instead of a deafening howl, a faint sound actually emanated from its throat:

"No...immortality...no...immortality..."

Tao Zhuming: "Do you think he really regrets achieving immortality?"

Ling Wuxing said, "Perhaps it's because he regrets not being able to live forever."

Tao Zhuming: "You tell me, with so many examples before us, why have people continued to pursue immortality since ancient times?"

Ling Wuxing said, "Because you are still young."

Sun Qinghua's offensive has stopped.

But this is not the end; it is the beginning of a new storm.

“Gulp…Gulp…Gulp…”

A dull thud came from all directions.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Above, huge rocks kept falling, crashing down on Sun Qinghua.

This body began to spontaneously shed these superfluous and burdensome parts in order to seek complete liberation.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Protect him."

He commanded the Five Elements to leap into the air, unleashing a thunder whip that sent a giant rock flying.

Xu Mofan pointed with his spear, and Lin Shuyou swung his golden mace, each knocking back the boulder.

Runsheng punched the two stones twice in succession, sending them flying away.

After smashing it, Runsheng looked at his fist with some doubt. The inside of the stone was soft, and it hadn't been shattered by his punch. Moreover, there was a thick stone chain connecting each stone.

The rest of the people, under Li Zhuiyuan's orders, protected Sun Qinghua in the central area.

Even with prior knowledge, a sense of absurdity still arose in everyone's hearts at this moment.

The evil spirits that had previously suppressed their passive defense with their ferocity were now the ones they surrounded and needed to protect.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Luo Xiaoyu."

Luo Xiaoyu: "Place your piece!"

The chessboard was laid out again. Luo Xiaoyu sat cross-legged, bit his tongue, and spat out his blood essence, staining the entire chessboard red.

Immediately, he quickly placed a piece on the blood-red chessboard, with Zhu Yiwen following closely behind to assist him. Further back, Xia He and other attendant formation masters helped him with the markings.

The new formation was erected, laying the foundation for the defense of this small circle.

At this moment, the boulders that had been thrown away split open.

As the stone skin continued to peel off, pus oozing out from inside, which was greenish-red, and there were also flesh-like entanglements deeper inside.

The first boulder had completely collapsed, revealing a person standing inside. This person was tall and swollen with pus all over his body. He was not wearing clothes, but the color of his body resembled that of a Taoist robe.

It's easy to imagine the decayed corpses of the Taoist priests inside those twelve stone coffins.

The second boulder split open, still large and with a swollen abscess, but the overflowing liquid was golden with a reddish tinge, resembling a monk.

A total of twelve giant rocks fell, and from within each rock emerged twelve monstrous growths, each corresponding to one of Sun Qinghua's twelve life stages.

The last boulder to emerge from was Sun Xi, the young lord of the Lesser Hell.

They were tumors split off from this body, their goal being to completely kill Sun Qinghua.

Among the twelve fleshy humanoid figures, the one with the weakest aura was Sun Xi. This was because Sun Qinghua was gradually developing problems and was unable to live his "life" properly. Sun Xi's aura was similar to that of the Yama he had encountered before.

The remaining eleven fleshy humanoid figures each possessed a powerful aura.

This is by no means all the power that this body can generate; it is merely the tip of the iceberg. Because Sun Qinghua has not completely perished, all the reactions of this body must rely on Sun Qinghua.

However, based on the state of existence of these twelve fleshy humanoid figures and the fact that each of them is connected by an umbilical cord that continuously injects power, one can conclude that although this body is enormous, it is extremely unstable.

Even if it fully recovers, it will only be a period of madness, causing destruction. Once it has completely vented its anger, it will perish even without external intervention. This is fundamentally different from the Emperor's true form.

The Emperor's true form is an incomparably enormous corpse that can exist for a long time. Once it goes out of control, it is unimaginable how terrible and continuous the catastrophe it will cause.

The fleshy, lumpy humanoid figure resembling a Confucian scholar began to set up an array.

Luo Xiaoyu suddenly felt a surge of pressure, and he began to desperately place his pieces, trying to wear down his opponent.

The fleshy, humanoid figure resembling the founder of the Valley of Living People activated the path of ghost cultivation, and the ghostly howl from before roared back again.

Mu Qiuying quickly plucked the strings of her zither, using the power of feng shui to counteract the attack.

The fleshy humanoid figure, dressed in imperial robes, unleashed a series of spells, and the giant ghost face reappeared.

Tao Zhuming countered with a square seal, but neutralized it midway through the attack.

Each of them has others supporting them, and although their opponents are strong, they are not at a disadvantage at least for now.

At this moment, the other fleshy humanoids began their charge, and the ground began to tremble.

We can't let them get close. First, Sun Qinghua is still standing here motionless. Second, without the team's defensive position based on the formation, once they break apart, everyone will fight their own battles, and the situation will be very bad. Third, Li Zhuiyuan needs a stable and safe external environment for what he needs to do next.

Tan Wenbin: "Run Sheng, Lin Shuyou, Xu Mofan, Feng Xionglin, Ling Wuxing, Yayoi, Luo Yang... enter!"

The warriors and assassins who hadn't had many opportunities to attack before should now make their move and keep those fleshy humanoids outside their own formation.

No one hesitated; those whose names were called immediately rushed out to fight.

Those whose names weren't mentioned are all those who help maintain the internal situation of the formation.

However, there is one exception.

Reminded by Xiao Yuan, Tan Wenbin added another name:
"Wang Lin, go!"

Wang Lin frowned and glanced at Li Zhuiyuan with a hint of helplessness.

Logically speaking, he should be classified as a support player, but this boy was clearly more confident in himself and wanted to push his potential to the limit.

Alright, alright, since you've agreed to stay, then you should work hard.

The chubby boy, holding a spatula in his left hand and a pot in his right, rushed out.

Li Zhuiyuan, with his back to Sun Qinghua, did not rush to do his own thing, but continued to observe the situation outside.

He had to make sure the wolf pack could hold out. If they couldn't even manage a stalemate, he would have to change his plans, kill Sun Qinghua, and then everyone would retreat.

Xu Mofan, embodying both man and weapon, first targeted the umbilical cord above the tumor-shaped human form.

This is the most obvious weakness and vulnerability of these fleshy humanoids.

"Snapped!"

The umbilical cord was pierced by the tip of the gun, and juice splattered.

But at the moment of the break, another umbilical cord appeared from the ground, connecting to the fleshy humanoid figure.

Cutting the umbilical cord is useless, because we are currently inside the other side's body, and these fleshy humanoids can get supplies anywhere.

They can even disregard the umbilical cord form; as long as they are standing, lying down, or prone, and have contact with their surroundings, they can achieve this.

Xu Mofan lost the initiative due to his unexpected move of severing the umbilical cord. The fleshy humanoid figure then wielded a large sword formed from its own compressed flesh and blood and slashed down.

The speed of the sword startled Xu Mofan.

"boom!"

Feng Xionglin appeared just in time and threw a punch at Xu Mofan from a distance. Xu Mofan blocked it with the gun and used the force to move away, so that the sword strike completely missed.

Originally, Xu Mofan could dodge, but he probably couldn't completely avoid this wide-ranging sword energy.

Xu Mofan: "This guy, I can't handle him by myself!"

Feng Xionglin: "That's normal. After all, he's the master of the Valley of Living People, a master of swordsmanship!"

Fearing that their opponent would head straight for the formation, the two continued their attack without pausing.

Xu Mofan swept his spear towards the eyes of the tumor-like humanoid figure. The figure parried with its sword, but Xu Mofan did not engage in a direct confrontation. Instead, he sheathed his spear, spun sideways, and prepared to launch an attack.

Feng Xionglin slammed into the fleshy humanoid figure from the side. As the figure lost its balance, Xu Mofan unleashed his prepared attack, piercing the opponent's chest with the tip of his spear and then pulling it backward after leaving a blur.

"boom!"

The tumor-shaped human chest exploded open.

But its sword still cleaved down.

Although Xu Mofan had taken precautions and successfully avoided the attack, this time without Feng Xionglin's help, he was struck by the sword energy, his body tumbled and landed heavily, but he immediately struck the ground with his palm and stood up again.

Feng Xionglin used his arms to strangle the tumor-like figure, tearing off one of its arms. Then, seeing the figure swing its sword back with its other hand, Feng Xionglin quickly escaped.

It was extremely close; it wasn't struck, but the opponent's sword struck it instead, embedding itself in its body. Yet, it was immediately pulled out and swept forward.

Feng Xionglin was hit, and a terrible gash appeared on his back. He immediately took a deep breath, knowing that he was made of iron.

"You'd rather take the sword energy than be actually grazed by its blade. If you are grazed even a little, you will surely die!"

Xu Mofan: "I know!"

Feng Xionglin: "This guy is definitely not as powerful as the Valley Master back then."

Xu Mofan: "But it's more troublesome and more terrifying."

With its chest blown open and an arm torn off, the grotesque humanoid body stood still. Following the umbilical cord, the damaged parts of its body rapidly recovered, and within a few breaths, it was almost completely intact.

When it prepared to take another step, Feng Xionglin and Xu Mofan had no choice but to join forces to attack again.

He caused the Five Elements to be covered by lightning snakes, activated his secret technique, pushed his speed to the limit, and lashed out with a lightning whip that wrapped around the opponent's neck.

"Lefa!"

The tumor-shaped figure turned around and slashed down at Ling Wuxing with a blade of energy.

"Boom!"

The thunder magic was activated, and the head of the tumor-shaped humanoid was blown off, leaving it motionless. Meanwhile, Ling Wuxing was struck by the blade's energy and knelt on the ground.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, ignoring the horrific wound on his chest, he forced his Five Elements to circulate and pressed forward again, intending to launch another attack while his opponent remained still.

However, even though the other person's head had only recovered halfway, he was still able to lift the meat knife normally.

He ordered the Five Elements to raise the Thunder Whip to defend himself. This time, in a head-on collision, he felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and the opponent's flesh knife had a suction force that continued to pull him away.

Ling Wuxing remained calm and pressed forward again, his thunder whip piercing into the opponent's body like a snake. He made a hand seal with his right hand and struck the thunder whip, and the lightning flowed into the opponent's body along the whip.

"boom!"

The fleshy humanoid's hand holding the meat knife was blown off, allowing Wu Xing to escape the battle. While the opponent recovered, he quickly swallowed a pill.

He knew that he couldn't hold off the opponent for long by himself, so he had to change his tactics; he simply couldn't out-trade the opponent in terms of damage output.

While panting heavily, Wu Xing noticed two other battles taking place nearby.

He saw Lin Shuyou fighting against a fleshy, lumpy humanoid figure wielding a fleshy club. The two were locked in a fierce battle, neither able to gain the upper hand. So far, neither of them had sustained any injuries.

This ability to clash head-on with absolute force is admirable and understandable to the Five Elements, but are you just going to wear down your opponent like this?

On the other side, with a loud bang, Runsheng and the largest tumor-shaped humanoid clashed fists, and both of them staggered backward.

When the opponent was about to charge again, Runsheng also raised his fist and charged forward to continue exchanging punches, and then the two were pushed away again.

The difference is evident here.

Other fleshy humanoids require at least two lamplighters to stop them, and some even require three or four groups of lamplighters and their retinues to barely hold them off.

On the boy's side, two of his men could each hold one of them off.

Tan Wenbin's voice rang out: "Brother, if you delay a little longer, Runsheng will come to your aid later!"

Ling Wuxing nodded, knowing this was a reminder not to fight too fiercely and to prolong the fight.

Well, it can be considered a kind of reward. When other places couldn't stop him, Tan Wenbin transferred his men there first, so at least he was still nominally fighting alone.

The monk Yayoi wielded his staff, striking with great force, and demonic markings appeared on his originally kind and gentle face.

Luo Yang and Zhu Qing, brother and sister, worked together seamlessly to entangle the fleshy, human-shaped figure.

However, people like them have people around them who provide support and give each other a chance to catch their breath and adjust.

Wang Lin's performance was commendable. Holding a spatula, he faced off against the young master of Little Hell, and the two fought fiercely and evenly, creating quite a spectacle.

After confirming that the situation had stabilized, Li Zhuiyuan glanced at A Li, who nodded.

The boy sat down opposite Sun Qinghua.

Black Book Secret Technique, activated.

Sun Qinghua has now been completely drained of his self-awareness, leaving only a withered shell. Li Zhuiyuan's entry was very successful.

But the boy knew things wouldn't be that simple.

Sure enough, just as Li Zhuiyuan had finished taking control of Sun Qinghua, a chaotic and terrifying consciousness suddenly appeared. It had no subject and was like a turbid and terrifying torrent, which instantly swept Li Zhuiyuan's mind into it.

Deep within our spiritual consciousness lies Siyuan Village.

The main body stood on the ship, looked up, and saw that there was a huge hole in the sky.

The fishpond is nowhere to be found, nor is there any need to look for it, because the black torrent pouring down from above has already submerged most of the village.

And this is just the beginning.

The entity knew that if this continued for a while longer, "Li Zhuiyuan's" soul would be completely assimilated, and it and its inner demons would also merge into this small hell, becoming an insignificant part of this enormous body.

"You'd better go even faster."

The influx of the floodwaters made what should have been a simple matter incredibly complicated, and Li Zhuiyuan was essentially threading a needle amidst the turbulent waves.

Even so, he succeeded time and time again.

But what followed was yet another series of failures.

Li Zhuiyuan could always piece together Sun Qinghua's spiritual thoughts, but as soon as he released them, they would be instantly destroyed and scattered.

At first, Li Zhuiyuan habitually thought that he had not pieced things together completely enough. However, no matter how well he pieced things together, they would collapse immediately once he let go and lost his protection. Moreover, the better he pieced things together, the faster they collapsed.

The situation has reached a dead end.

I don't think I can solve this bonus question.

The options are either to give up and cut your losses in time, or to admit that your thinking was wrong.

Li Zhuiyuan chose the latter.

Perhaps, the more complete Sun Qinghua is, the better. Even the most complete Sun Qinghua cannot prevent the body from going out of control.

The boy recalled the three stone tablets in front of the main hall, as well as the scene where Sun Qinghua looked back repeatedly at the twelve stone coffins behind him.

Li Zhuiyuan replenished Sun Qinghua's spiritual consciousness amidst the surging torrent, but this time, the young man did not rush to let go. Instead, he reduced the spiritual consciousness he had replenished.

Instead of adding, we subtract, eliminating Sun Qinghua's superfluous memories, deleting them continuously from the end to the beginning.

It's not that people become stronger the longer they live; on the contrary, they may become more corrupt the longer they live. If one had to choose one among the many Sun Qinghuas who had the opportunity to resist and suppress, and to maintain this shackle, it would undoubtedly be the young Sun Qinghua who came here back then, fought the Ghost Mother for ten days for the sake of the righteous path of the common people, and ultimately perished together, leaving behind a beautiful tombstone.

outside.

Li Zhuiyuan's actions provoked the body of Little Hell, causing it to become even more frenzied.

What is manifested are those fleshy, humanoid tumors. Even if you don't attack them, they will explode on their own, but they recover faster and become stronger, like a pot of boiling broth.

Everyone's situation went from difficult to dire.

Luo Xiaoyu bled from all seven orifices, his eyes turned red, and the black and white pieces all turned red.

Lividity appeared on Zhu Yiwen's body. He was not Runsheng and could not truly digest the food; he was merely satisfying his appetite. This was because his body was on the verge of collapse and he could not suppress the corpse poison remaining in his body.

Mu Qiuying's ten fingers were torn and bleeding, with the finger bones exposed, yet she continued to play the zither.

As for those who were blocking the way from outside the formation, they all suffered heavy losses. Previously, everyone would have paid attention to tactics, but now they all had to fight for their lives.

Lin Shuyou also had to start changing his injuries, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stop him at all.

After Runsheng threw a punch, he had to help Ling Wuxing throw a punch as well. The momentum was building up, but this high frequency of punches put a lot of pressure on Runsheng, so much so that his bones made a clear rubbing sound every time he threw a punch.

The situation is slightly better for Wang Lin. He is facing the weakest one, and even though it has gone berserk, he can still hold on.

Although he had been desperately calling for support, Tan Wenbin refused to allocate any support to him, instead focusing on patching up other problems first.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

The three fleshy humanoid figures, who were originally dressed in imperial robes, Taoist robes, and Confucian robes and were fighting each other from a distance, have all shrunk in size.

Leaving the defensive line outside the formation, right in front of the formation, appeared a fleshy, tumor-like humanoid figure that looked like it had been hastily pieced together from three different colors.

In an instant, everyone inside the formation looked desperate, because they were already at their limit and could barely hold on. No one had the ability to stop this guy.

Those who were blocking the way ahead, even if they had noticed something and managed to break free, would not be able to return to provide support in time.

Just as the three-colored fleshy humanoid was about to rush into the formation, a girl holding a blood-red porcelain bottle appeared in front of it.

The sarcoma-like humanoid's target is Sun Qinghua, and the boy is now sitting in front of Sun Qinghua.

Ah Li knew that if it was allowed to penetrate unchecked, Li Zhuiyuan's body would be crushed under its impact.

The girl's eyes had long since lost their color. A sinister aura swept out from her, and a terrifying resentment surged forth. The blood-stained porcelain bottle in her hand melted at an alarming speed, and after landing, it extended in front of her and quickly stood up.

With blood-stained porcelain as its body, it embodies the image of the general in the General's Tomb from the wave of corpse-driving people at Tianmen Mountain.

The general of that time was so fierce that it took Qin Kan, the Dragon King of the Qin family, to suppress him.

"boom!"

The general collided with the three-colored fleshy humanoid figure.

The air surged and the formation trembled, but neither side backed down.

A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Ah Li's mouth.

But the girl's body did not sway at all; her gaze remained fixed straight ahead, and she raised her hand, pointing forward.

The general swung his fist and smashed it forward.

"boom!"

The sarcoma flew backwards!

(End of this chapter)