Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 261 What have I done to deserve being attacked by three stars?
Tumen ran his hand over the top of his head. When his fingertips brushed against the buzz cut between the two curls of his hair, he felt a slight resistance on his scalp and a brush-like sensation on his fingertips.

These are some of his little habits; he always does this whenever something happens.

The drumhead wrapped around his waist was trembling slightly, making a rumbling sound.

Someone has entered his search area.

This could be the target he's looking for.

good thing.

If they could really capture that little girl from Dayin, Dayin would naturally become enemies with Daxing, and Qingniwa would definitely be affected, needless to say.

Qingniwa was not only a port city connecting the Eastern Great Yin, but also a frequent stop for merchant ships due to its coastal location. In addition, its proximity to the northern border meant that much grain and fodder from the south was transported through this route, making it crucial for the northern front of the Great Xing.

If they can disrupt this area, the army that has been suppressing the grasslands in the north will naturally be weakened, and Daxing will inevitably need to devote some of its energy to dealing with the Dayin navy.

Just as he was about to walk toward the direction where the drum was vibrating, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Tumen lowered his head, gazing at the constantly rippling drumhead.

The initial slight noise was gradually increasing in intensity and becoming louder!

Tumen swallowed hard.

The drumhead can not only find the person it is looking for, but it also has another ability: to give early warnings.

If a powerful being rushes towards this place, the entire drum will emit a deafening roar.

It now seems that his goal wasn't to enter this place at all, but rather that someone came looking for him!

"Crack!" Tumen's thoughts drifted for only a moment before the drum at his waist suddenly exploded and shattered. The next second, a woman with dragon horns on her head appeared before him. She was dressed in a light blue outfit, with a cold and aloof face. She was originally a stunning beauty, but at this moment her face was fierce, like a murderous demon.

"You kidnapped Xichun? Where is she?!"

Tumen recognized the woman in front of him.

This is the star of the Great Yin Dynasty.

He can't beat Dianxing.

Without a word, Tumen made a rapid pinching motion with his fingertips. A slow, trembling drumbeat resonated around him.

"Boom! Boom!"

As the drums thundered, the smoky, acrid smell permeated the air around Tumen, its thick, dark fumes instantly seeping into the surrounding fields, transforming into a desolate battlefield.

This is his illusion!
Few in the Six Heavens have mastered this great and wondrous method, and Tu Men is considered one of the best among them.

Illusory figures appeared on the battlefield; they were mechanical soldiers made of wood and leather, riding warhorses, carrying curved swords and round shields, and bearing longbows.

The leader rode an exceptionally tall wooden horse, his body covered in thick animal hide armor, and the curved blade in his hand was as tall as a man and had a sharp, menacing edge.

The leader gave Ao Ning no chance to catch his breath, the giant blade aimed straight at his body! He let out a howl like a wild beast, and the soldiers charged in unison.

The wooden horse's hooves pounded the earth, kicking up sand and stones, and its howling winds stirred up a dust storm.

This terrain is particularly effective against enemy formations: if faced with equally strong cavalry, the enemy will perish if they try to break through it; wooden soldiers are impervious to sword strikes, impervious to water, and difficult to burn even with ordinary fire.

Even when fighting a single martial artist, it is still very effective. Most martial artists cannot fight against four hands with two fists and will definitely be beaten.

Seeing the horde of iron cavalry approaching, Ao Ning remained calm, extended his left arm, and suddenly condensed intense heat at the tip of his index finger.

A drop of pure black liquid hangs on the fingertip, resembling mud, yet its dark surface is stained with a deep crimson.

The moment the liquid appeared, Tumen felt a wave of scorching heat rushing towards him!

Ao Ning extended his finger and flicked it lightly, causing the black mud to drip onto the spreading desolate battlefield, where it rapidly expanded.

Initially, it was only beneath Ao Ning's feet, but in an instant, it engulfed her and then expanded rapidly like a monstrous wave.

A tremendous heat surged forth from the origin of the mud, sweeping in all directions.

It's like a lone boat adrift at sea suddenly encountering a raging storm, with towering waves before your eyes!

Wherever it passed, flames scorched the earth, turning the scorched soil black, and then the mud turned red.

The wooden soldiers that plunged into the mud instantly transformed into blazing fireballs.

Before the flames had burned out, they were mercilessly swallowed up by the black giant wave.

This wave is not water or fire, but rather a collapse of fire, earth, and mud.

This was not an illusion; a single strike from the pure Dharma completely suppressed the illusionary realm of the Tu Sect.

Tumen's face turned deathly pale.

He knew he was far inferior to the genuine Star Pointer, but he hadn't expected the difference to be so vast.

only……

Tumen had no intention of engaging in a direct confrontation.

He released his illusory mirror not to harm the enemy, but simply to buy time!
He took out a leather bag from his pocket, opened it immediately, and a cloud of mist poured out.

The fog was just like the morning mist after the rain, with no unusual features.

However, the moment Tumen was enveloped in the fog, his figure suddenly became transparent.

Last time, the Great Yin Dynasty failed to see through this fog when it pointed at the stars; it certainly won't be able to this time either!

Tumen snorted and was about to open the bag wider when he suddenly realized that something seemed amiss.

I touched it a few times, but it was empty.

He looked bewildered.

He immediately looked down at his pocket.

There was nothing inside.

Huh? Where's my fog?
Tumen's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively turned his head to see a thin man standing not far away.

The man had a fair complexion, was neither tall nor strong, had no belly, and his skin was not dark at all, with no scars on his cheeks.

It was truly ugly.

But a few wisps of thin mist were swirling around the ugly man's fingertips.

Tumen stared intently, only to discover it was the mist he had lost. His thoughts froze, a jumble of emotions swirling within him, before he could only listlessly stroke the roots of his short hair.

Another figure appeared not far away.

It was a woman, holding a long blade made entirely of melted giant wood—the handle was a gnarled branch, and the blade was a single section of tree trunk. The ancient wood gleamed with a cold, hard, metallic light, with a sharp, thin blade carved into one side, the crown shaped like a handhold, and the gnarled roots converging into a menacing blade tip.

Although he had never seen the woman, he had long heard of the strange tree: In the Great Xing Dynasty, there was a star-ranking general who wielded a giant tree and swept through thousands of troops, and wherever he went, the enemy was annihilated.

The scene before us coincides with its legend.

The woman from the Great Yin Dynasty over there is Dianxing, the one holding the giant tree is Dianxing, and the one who flicked his finger to collect the mist is probably also Dianxing.

Only one question remained in Tumen's mind:
What merit do I possess to deserve the combined efforts of three Star Pointers to kill me?

This became his last thought before he died.

……

Before Tumen could react, three surging chaotic qi techniques slammed into him.

In an instant, his body was completely filled with three violent energies, his meridians were violently rammed, and his three souls and seven spirits were severely squeezed, no longer able to hold their original positions.

The smaller soul shrieked as it struggled to crawl out of the seven orifices of the Tu Gate.

The left and right ears became the left and right hands, the two nostrils became the left and right legs, the head was forcibly squeezed out of the left eye, and the right eye was actually blown away by the Qi with a "poof" and rolled twice on the ground.

Ao Ning acted with lightning speed, grabbing Tu Men's soul and forcefully pulling it out of his body.

Tumen struggled desperately in Ao Ning's palm, trying in vain to escape, but only managed to let out a series of sharp and piercing screams.

Ao Ning casually pulled out a strangely shaped round box from his pocket. When he opened it, he revealed a bright red rouge at the bottom of the box.

Without hesitation, she pressed the Tumen Soul against the rouge box, and the soul instantly disappeared into the box.

She gently shook the rouge box twice, then took out a cleverly crafted little paper figure from her bosom, dipped her fingertip in a little rouge, and precisely applied it to both sides of the paper figure's cheeks.

A gust of wind swept by, and the little paper figure wobbled as it stood up from the ground, standing in front of Ao Ning, struggling to look up at him.

Where is Ao Xichun?

"The thick fog could have lured her here, but she disappeared without a trace after entering it."

The little paper figure answered in a soft voice, its Daxing dialect not yet fluent.

"Gone?!"

"Yes, we are also searching for her."

Now that the soul has been trapped in this paper doll's body, life, death, honor, and disgrace are all in Ao Ning's hands.

Therefore, what he said is absolutely true.

"What kind of demonic mist is this? Why are people disappearing? Why are you using such a dangerous and unstable method?!"

Ao Ning's eyes blazed with fury, almost bursting forth.

"This was given to us by the adults, so it should be very stable. But something seems to be lurking here, interfering with the fog, which caused the problem."

While the little man was still stammering an explanation, Ao Ning's hair was already pointing straight to the sky.

She suddenly raised her hand and slapped the little figure flat in her palm.

Dark red liquid seeped from between their fingers, and a shrill scream echoed across the field.

The opponent's soul had been completely devoured by the scorching flames.

Even so, Ao Ning's face remained ashen and grim.

Without finding Ao Xichun, all efforts were in vain.

She rubbed her temples in distress, then slapped them twice more, making the surrounding air thump.

After listening to the little paper figure's words, Lin Jiang fell into a brief silence and pondered.

Interference source?
Could it be——

Lin Jiang suddenly remembered his misty town, and his expression instantly became extremely strange.

Could it be that Ao Xichun has fallen into this trap?
He didn't have time to think it through and immediately closed his eyes tightly.

A moment later, the substitute in the stone cave suddenly opened its eyes, adjusted to the body for a moment, and then rushed to the door.

Pushing open the door, a wave of noise hits you in the face.

He was in a steamed bun shop when the proprietress looked up and saw Lin Jiang:
"Master, you're back?"

"Hmm." Lin Jiang eagerly followed up, "Have there been any outsiders in town recently?"

"Yes, there is," the proprietress nodded. "An elderly man and a little girl."

Sure enough!

Returning to his own thoughts, Lin Jiang immediately noticed Ao Ning, who was still furious and going crazy beside him. After a moment's thought, he said, "I know some divination techniques; maybe I can find out where that little girl is."

"really!"

Ao Ning jumped directly in front of Lin Jiang, his eyes shining brightly.

Although fortune tellers had been dispatched from within the city, none of them were able to find out Ao Xichun's whereabouts.

But Linjiang is different!

Just now, the three of them worked together, and Ao Ning could already see that Lin Jiang must have some skill in divination. How could his divination skills be compared to those of others?
"Don't worry, we'll do our best and find out something," Lin Jiang assured him, patting his chest.

"If it is possible, the Great Yin Dynasty is willing to bestow upon you a thousand rare treasures."

"You flatter me." Lin Jiang patted Xiao Shanshen's head. "That girl is my child's playmate. I will definitely lend a helping hand."

Ao Ning nodded emphatically, stepped aside, and stopped bothering Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang also found an open space and sat down on the ground.

He closed his eyes.

Having already taken control of the stone golem, he planned to make contact with the two people in the town.

(End of this chapter)