Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 152 Yi Hong battles the Iron Corpse, Ming Yu fights the Poison Corpse

Gu Zhao, Yun Yang, Daoist Yansong, and Daoist Mingyu followed Daoist Yihong in.

Rong Wen's eyes flashed. He hadn't expected the other side to have so many people, and with such profound magical power. The big man in blue was quite skilled, yet he couldn't even escape back.

Upon seeing Rong Wen, Gu Zhao and the others also showed a strange look in their eyes, because this person's murderous aura was boiling, even more so than that of the Stone King.

Seeing the group enter the cave, Stone King calmed down and looked at Daoist Yihong, "Let me die? It just so happens that I'm still missing a few vengeful ghosts in my Ten Thousand Ghost Banner. I can use you to make up the numbers."

"Enough with the nonsense on the battlefield!" Master Yihong swung his sword with a backhand.

The next moment, endless yin and cold energy suddenly filled the cave. The cold energy turned bluish-black and instantly filled the cave. Everyone felt that they could not see their own hand in front of their face, and even their senses were greatly weakened.

Stone King's laughter rang in their ears, "You've all got some nerve. You've mastered your own cultivation techniques and have been established in Stone King's Cave ever since. No one has ever dared to act recklessly in the cave."

"Then you've met someone today." Another laugh rang out.

The next moment, voices of all ages, some clear and cheerful, some dignified and some lighthearted, chanted in unison, “The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all energies. Through countless eons of cultivation, I will prove my divine powers.”

Five golden lights, like torches, lit up, as if five firecrackers had been thrown onto a calm lake. The endless golden light, like the sun, scorched the surrounding yin and cold energy, making it impossible for the cold energy to get close.

"What?" The Stone King, who had just been sitting calmly behind the table, was both shocked and furious. His eyes flashed with cold light as he stared intently at Daoist Yihong at the front. "What kind of magic is this?"

"Taoist supernatural power, Golden Light Divine Incantation!" Daoist Yihong strode forward, his crescent blade cleaving through Mount Hua, slashing down at the Stone King.

Shi Wang snorted angrily and, facing the crescent blade that was slashing down from above, actually used his forearms to block it!
"when!"

A loud clang of metal clashing rang out. Master Yihong's guandao was jolted back, and he took a step back. Stone King, on the other hand, overturned the small stool he was sitting on and stumbled back two or three steps before stopping.

The two stared at each other, somewhat taken aback.

Master Yihong stared at the chilling corpse aura emanating from the Stone King's body, and his eyes narrowed. "Such a tough body."

"I have refined my corpse into stone, my body is as hard as metal, impervious to water and fire, and invulnerable to swords and spears!"

Stone King paused, then transformed into a blur, appearing suddenly before Daoist Yihong, grabbing at his face with one hand, shouting, "Die!"

"when!"

Master Yihong swept his sword horizontally, striking the Stone King's ribs with the hilt, while simultaneously using the force to retreat and avoid his claw.

"Not bad, it can be considered an Iron Corpse." Daoist Yihong nodded, circulating his true qi throughout his body and attaching it to the crescent blade in his hand. The entire long blade then emitted a hazy glow.

"Let's see how many of my blows you can withstand!" Daoist Yihong circled his body with the hilt of his sword, and the wind pressure pressed down on Shi Wang from all directions, blocking his retreat. The blade brought out a shrill and chilling whistle, aiming straight for his neck.

The Stone King had no weapon; his body was his most powerful weapon. Even though the crescent blade came with fierce force, the Stone King dared to catch it with his hands. However, he missed halfway through the catch. The crescent blade spun in mid-air and swept past from the side, slashing at his neck.

"Clang!" The Stone King was cleaved away again, but since his body was as hard as metal and he was protected by corpse energy, he was not injured.

Despite this, after exchanging two blows, Stone King was already at a disadvantage, both in terms of skill and strength.

Then Stone King clasped his hands together, and endless cold air surged from the walls and ground of the cave once again. Under Stone King's control, it concentrated and rushed towards Daoist Yihong, frantically eroding the golden light on his body.

"This malevolent aura is a bit annoying." Daoist Yansong shook his head, raised his sleeve and changed his expression, then exhaled a gust of wind and fire that swept through the cave, burning the billowing, chilling malevolent aura into wisps of smoke that drifted away with the wind. At the same time, a gust of wind and fire transformed into a firebird, rushing straight towards Rong Wen, who was sitting to the side.

"How dare you!" Rong Wen shouted, a thick green mist emanating from his body, enveloping him. In a flash, he was on the other side, and at the same time, he flicked his fingers and sent out four streaks of green light, which shot directly at Gu Zhao and the other three.

only……

The dark green light, which seemed to carry a strong aura of evil, turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated into the air after touching the surface of the Golden Light Mantra.

At this moment, everyone's level of cultivation was revealed. Daoist Yansong's golden light remained unchanged, while the protective golden light of Daoists Gu Zhao and Mingyu dimmed slightly, and the golden light on Yun Yang's body dimmed the most.

"It looks like poison gas?" Gu Zhao asked.

Master Yansong nodded. "It's a poisonous corpse."

There are many types of corpses. Most of them are just corpses with bodies made up through various methods. Their bodies are stiff and similar to zombies, such as Xu Kongting, whom they first met, and the Stone King in front of them.

But besides these, there are actually all sorts of ghouls.

For example, when Master Yansong was eliminating the river demon, he also killed a water corpse, and Master Yihong encountered a giant corpse in Shanglin County.

The old man with the green beard before them, whose cultivation was no less than that of the Stone King and whose murderous aura was even greater, was a poisonous corpse that had been refined into poison.

Master Mingyu glanced at Rong Wen, who was dodging the wind and fire with a swift movement, then reached into his robes and tossed out several paper figures.

The next moment, eight Heavenly Warriors materialized in the light, wielding swords, spears, whips, axes, and hammers, standing in the Bagua positions, surrounding Rong Wen in the middle.

"Death to the evildoer!"

The Heavenly Warriors roared in unison, their auras coalescing into a single entity, forming an effect similar to a dragon-locking light curtain, while simultaneously exerting mental pressure on Rong Wen in the center.

Rong Wen felt his soul sink, as if he were facing the overwhelming power of a celestial being.

"Who are you people?" Rong Wen couldn't help but ask. He had lived for over a hundred years and had never encountered a mage who could cultivate such magnificent magical power, as if it were the might of heaven.

But no one answered him; the answer came from the weapons in the hands of the Heavenly Warriors.

A ring-pommel sword, an eight-sided sword, a solid iron spear, a hook-and-sickle spear, a pair of bamboo-joint whips, a pair of eight-sided maces, two Xuanhua axes, and two golden melon hammers.

Attack relentlessly, never defend, and forge ahead!

Rong Wen was trapped in the middle and had no weapon. He could only use all his magic power to resist the attack, while also releasing a large amount of poisonous mist to refine the eight Heavenly Soldiers.

The Heavenly Warriors' auras were connected, and with the protection of spiritual power and incense, they managed to block the poisonous mist. Even if they were slightly affected, it did not affect their ability to cast spells and fight.

Swords slashed and thrust, axes chopped and hammered, and bolts of lightning struck from time to time. Rong Wen gradually could not hold out and turned back to call for help, "Brother Shi, help me!"

Then he saw Master Yihong strike again, cleaving through the protective corpse energy of the Stone King and creating a gash in his chest from which billowing black smoke emerged.

The Yin energy and coldness in the cave had been almost completely burned away by the Taiyi Wind and Fire.

(End of this chapter)