Gou cultivates martial arts and seeks immortality in the world of cultivation.

Chapter 109 What Kind of Demonic Daoist is He?
Two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Heavenly Desire Sect stood high in the sky, expressionless as they looked down at Murong Cheng and the others struggling desperately in the canyon.

Before them, a three-foot-long sword, glowing with an eerie blood-red light, floated silently. Its blade was closely connected to the formation below, greedily absorbing the negative emotions of despair and fear that permeated the canyon, emitting a chilling, eerie light.

They had clearly heard Black Wind's desperate cries for help earlier.

But they had no intention of making a move at all.

Forging this Heavenly Desire Sword requires not only the lives of Murong Cheng and his companions, but also the entire Black Wind Bandit...

Moreover, the Black Wind Bandits' reputation is now extremely bad, notorious and infamous. If we don't take this opportunity to get rid of them completely, they will inevitably be implicated sooner or later.

Today it was the royal army that came; next time, it will probably be the major cultivation forces.

It can get rid of this burden completely and also make good use of it to consecrate the sword. It's a win-win situation, so why not?
in the canyon.

Fear spread like a plague.

Countless resurrected corpses pounced madly on Murong Cheng and his group.

Even after being cleaved in two by Wu Jun, his upper body was still able to use his hands to dig into the ground and drag his mutilated body forward to continue attacking...

Such a horrifying sight chilled even these battle-hardened soldiers to the bone, causing their morale to plummet.

Continuous soldiers were brutally killed by the onslaught of corpses.

Finally, Wu Jun's mentality completely collapsed, and he turned around and tried to escape.

But behind them, there was another dense, roaring horde of corpses surging forward.

"Stop playing tricks! Kill them!"

The two old men, one fat and one thin, roared in unison, their voices like muffled thunder echoing through the canyon.

The two men brandished their swords, unleashing bursts of blood energy, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of heads were severed.

The decapitated corpses staggered a few times before finally collapsing and remaining motionless.

"Their weakness is in their heads! Cut off their heads!" the skinny man shouted immediately.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers perked up and immediately shifted their attack focus to the corpse's neck.

Two innate martial artists joined the battle, and corpses began to fall in droves.

Just then, a cold snort came from the sky.

The figure of a sprightly old man, dressed in a black robe embroidered with skull patterns, slowly emerged.

He stood in mid-air, his cold eyes filled with astonishing killing intent, firmly locking onto Murong Cheng and the others.

"A Celestial Master?! Standing in mid-air... He's a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

Murong Cheng, the two old men (one fat and one thin), and the other knowledgeable soldiers all paled upon seeing this scene, their eyes filled with intense fear.

Indeed, there is a celestial master presiding over this place!

Moreover, he is a Foundation Establishment cultivator!
"Back off! Back off!"

"Protect the young prince and retreat!"

The two elderly people, one fat and one thin, reacted very quickly and made a decision without hesitation.

They darted back, grabbed Murong Cheng from both sides, and rushed towards the canyon exit with all their might.

The old man in the black skeletal robes gave a mocking sneer, but did not intervene, as if watching a battle of trapped beasts that had already been destined to happen.

Soon, the fat and thin men led Murong Cheng to the edge of the canyon.

A solid black light barrier blocked their path like a wall.

Without hesitation, the fat and thin men attacked with all their might! The flashes of their blades and swords, carrying immense blood energy, slammed fiercely into the light barrier.

However, the light screen only trembled slightly, creating a few ripples, before returning to normal without any sign of damage.

The faces of the two men, one fat and one thin, instantly drained of color, filled with despair.

"A mere early-stage Innate Realm martial artist dares to try and break my 'Five Spirits Yin Corpse Formation'? He's overestimating himself." The skeletal black-robed elder sneered repeatedly, his hands rapidly forming hand seals.

In an instant, the surrounding black light curtain shone brightly!
More black mist billowed out from the canyon floor, surging wildly into the bodies of the corpses.

As if summoned by an invisible force, all the corpses roared and surged in the same direction, intertwining, pressing, and piling up on each other...

In a short while, hundreds of corpses merged into a giant "corpse monster" tens of meters tall, which charged toward the remaining Wu army with earth-shaking steps.

boom!
The giant foot stomped down, and several soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were instantly crushed into a bloody pulp.

The others were terrified and launched a frenzied attack.

However, no matter how much they slashed or hacked, it had little effect on the giant corpse monster.

After the surface of the corpse was smashed, the flesh immediately wriggled and completely merged into the body of the corpse monster, making it even larger.

boom!boom!boom! ...

The giant corpse monster swung its two rotting arms, each tens of meters long, wildly striking. With each strike, several soldiers were smashed into a bloody pulp, a gruesome sight.

Run! The remaining Wu army's fighting spirit completely collapsed, and the survivors scattered and fled like headless flies.

But when they reached the edge of the canyon, they were all blocked back by the indestructible light barrier.

Meanwhile, the giant corpse monster, with heavy steps, chased after these desperate soldiers, unleashing a bloody massacre.

Endless fear and despair spread wildly through the canyon.

A satisfied smile appeared on the face of the old man in the black skeletal robe.

The reason he didn't rush to take action himself was precisely because he wanted this effect.

Extreme fear and despair are the best nourishment for forging the Heavenly Desire Sword.

At the canyon exit, the fat and thin men were still frantically attacking the black curtain. In the blink of an eye, they had already made dozens of moves, but they still could not shake the light curtain in the slightest.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a resolute look in each other's eyes.

Today, only a fight to the death! Only by killing that skeletal, black-robed elder can they have a sliver of hope, and only then can Murong City survive…

Otherwise, everyone will die here.

"Young Prince, please take care of yourself..." the fat man said in a deep voice, his tone tinged with sorrow.

"Go! I will protect myself!" Murong Cheng nodded heavily, gripping his weapon tightly.

Without further hesitation, the two men, one fat and one thin, shot out and rushed straight at the giant corpse monster that was wreaking havoc.

We must first deal with this monster, forcing it to make its own move, and then look for an opportunity...

The two innate martial arts masters, one on the left and one on the right, fiercely attacked the giant corpse monster.

Sword energy and blade light crisscrossed, their power astonishing under the enhancement of powerful blood energy. With a single cross slash, one of the corpse monster's giant feet was severed at the ankle!
The giant corpse monster stumbled and nearly fell over.

But amidst the surrounding black mist, the severed leg quickly reattached to the body. It then swung its giant hand, sending a vicious wind towards the thin man.

The skinny man swung his sword to meet the attack head-on, and after a loud crash, he was forced back.

The power of this giant corpse monster far surpasses that of the early stage of the Innate Realm!

But as soon as he retreated, he sprang back like a fully drawn bowstring, soaring dozens of meters into the air and slashing horizontally with his sword!

puff!

Half of the giant corpse monster's head was sliced ​​off by the sharp sword energy!

Below, the fat man seized the opportunity and slashed the corpse monster hard in the ankle, causing it to stagger backward again...

"Humph!"

Upon seeing this, the old man in the black skeletal robe gleamed with murderous intent.

With a flick of his sleeve, a jet-black mace-like magical weapon shot out, growing to over ten meters long as it faced the wind, accompanied by a howling gale, and smashed down on the fat man's head!

Its powerful aura was overwhelming, and its imposing presence was terrifying.

The fat man immediately raised his knife to meet the attack.

Boom!
With a dull thud, the fat man was struck as if by a heavy blow, his body flying back dozens of meters before crashing heavily into a huge rock, spitting out blood.

A deep despair appeared in his eyes.

The power of Foundation Establishment was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Senior brother, it's time to close the net!" The old man in the black skeletal robe looked up at a certain spot in the sky.

"Alright! The Heavenly Desire Sword... is almost ready!"

High in the sky, another aged and chilling voice came.

Immediately afterwards, an elderly man with gray hair, holding a strangely shaped longsword shrouded in blood-red light, slowly descended from the sky and hovered beside the old man in the black robe with the skull.

Another foundation-building major overhaul!
Murong Cheng, the fat man and the thin man, and all the remaining soldiers were ashen-faced and filled with despair.

One Foundation Establishment cultivator is already beyond their ability to contend with, let alone two.

Today's situation is a meticulously planned death trap!

"Heavenly Desire Sword? You...you are remnants of the Heavenly Desire Sect?!" Murong Cheng seemed to realize something and exclaimed in shock.

"You, a descendant of royalty, do have some knowledge." The white-haired old man smiled sinisterly. "Very well, today I'll give you a chance to die under the Heavenly Desire Sword. Consider it an honor for you!"

He pointed his finger forward, and the suspended Heavenly Desire Sword immediately shone with a bright crimson light. The ear-piercing sword cry resounded throughout the canyon, and a terrifying killing intent locked onto Murong Cheng.

"What kind of evil sorcerer dares to commit such atrocities here!"

At this critical moment, a thunderous roar came from outside the canyon!
Immediately afterwards, the two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Heavenly Desire Sect were astonished to see that the seemingly indestructible black light barrier at the canyon exit was shaking violently!

Then, like a fragile piece of paper, it made a "crack" sound and was torn open with a huge rip!

A figure, gripping the edge of the light screen with both hands, stepped into the canyon as if tearing cloth!

(End of this chapter)