Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

The walls of this black crystal cave were as smooth as a mirror. The shadow needles that bounced back would bounce a second or third time after hitting the wall, turning the entire secret chamber into a sealed cage.

Escape Room: The Bone Realm Special Edition

The Azure Lotus clone can roam freely in the outside world, so what's wrong with him having some fun in the Nether Bone Domain?

But just looking at it isn't very interesting.

Lin Zhao sipped his tea, occasionally tapping the jade talisman in the sky with his finger.

A burst of fiery energy landed on the rebounding Shadow Needle, causing its tip to ignite with a red flame.

With the addition of a layer of ice, another batch of Shadow Needles were coated in frost.

With the addition of armor-piercing enhancement, the needle tip gleamed with a sharp metallic luster.

With a binding blessing, several shadow needles trailed dark cyan tails of light.

The Ghostly General was starting to look disheveled.

It emerged from the shadows, only to be met by three ghostly needles burning with fire.

It slipped into another shadow, only to find that shadow had already been pierced by needles carrying ice.

This escape room battle lasted for seven days.

God knows what those seven days were like for that damned thing.

By the seventh day, the Ghostly General had been riddled with holes by these special Shadow Needles.

Then it was hit by a shadow needle that it shot out itself.

The needle, while bringing good fortune, also possessed four effects: fire, ice, armor penetration, and entanglement—it pierced through the center of the forehead.

Bang.

The body of the Ghost General exploded, turning into a large cloud of gray mist.

As the fog dissipated, only a fist-sized ghost crystal remained on the ground.

It was several sizes larger than the previous one, and its color was purer, with a faint glow.

Lin Zhao put down the teacup, a hint of regret on her face.

"Only seven days."

He shook his head with some regret, put away the Ghost Crystal, and walked out of the cave.

The outside was still gloomy, the sky was gray and hazy, and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.

He flew towards the camp, keeping his escape light extremely low and moving slowly. After flying less than a hundred miles, he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and looked at a collapsed tombstone dozens of miles to the east.

There was a faint fluctuation of divine sense, spying on him—a ghost cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation.

Lin Zhao did not turn around, but simply raised her hand.

The Heavenly Treasure Jade Talisman hung in my palm, with hundreds of runes arranged in a triangular pattern, and lightning leaping between them.

Third tier, Yi Wood Divine Thunder Talisman.

The blue lightning silently gathered, producing only a very faint hum.

A beam of blue lightning, as thick as a water bucket, stretched for dozens of miles and landed precisely on the collapsed tombstone.

The lightning exploded, piercing the ground vertically like a sharp sword.

puff.

The probing divine sense fluctuation vanished instantly.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, there were at least seven or eight hidden presences observing from the shadows.

At that moment, everyone froze.

Then they began to retreat.

They retreated quickly and quietly, as if afraid that making even the slightest sound would attract the next bolt of lightning.

Lin Zhao withdrew his hand and snorted coldly.

Over the past few months, he had already become aware of the local ghost cultivators' spying.

I was too lazy to bother with it before, but I just finished dealing with that Ghostly General today and I'm in a good mood, so I'm too lazy to put up with it anymore.

This Yi Wood Divine Thunder Talisman is a warning.

He didn't want to make too much of a fuss; the Yi Wood Divine Thunder Talisman was quiet but powerful enough to establish his authority.

If he were outside, with his abilities, he would have plowed up this entire area long ago.

Those ghost cultivators had clearly received the signal.

An existence capable of annihilating a Core Formation Ghost Cultivator in one strike must be at least at the late or even peak stage of Core Formation.

They are not to be trifled with.

The problem is that Lin Zhao felt he had already been very low-key and restrained, and had not used any other magical treasures or supernatural powers.

Over the past few months, he has only used the Heavenly Treasure Jade Talisman to cast low-level talismans.

They only cleared out a little over a hundred caves and obtained a dozen or so third-tier ghost crystals.

Really, they've been very restrained.

But those ghost cultivators clearly didn't think so.

More than a hundred cave dwellings. More than a dozen Tier 3 Ghost Soul Crystals.

Each Tier 3 Ghost Crystal represents the death of a Core Formation Ghost Cultivator.

Whether they are conscious or not, they are ultimately the same kind of people.

How many Core Formation cultivators were there in total on this plain of tombs? How many did he clear out all by himself?

Especially that divine lightning strike of the Wood element, which spanned dozens of miles, annihilated a Core Formation ghost cultivator in one blow. It was too swift and decisive, and it instilled great fear in the ghost.

The ghost cultivators began to fear that they would be next.

After discussing it for several days, they finally decided to seek help.

At the edge of this plain, several ghost cultivators at the peak of the Core Formation stage are entrenched, the true local tyrants.

Only they have the potential to stand up to this unruly outsider.

However, before they could even reach the territory of those peak Core Formation stage ghost cultivators,

The accident happened while we were still on the way.

All the ghost cultivators simultaneously stopped their escape light, and then skillfully and neatly, they all burrowed underground.

The sky above suddenly darkened.

In the gloomy sky, countless dark gray malevolent energies surged wildly, as if some enormous creature was rolling and churning in the clouds.

Suddenly, a huge rift opened up in the center of the sky, and a skeletal phantom a thousand feet tall flew out from the rift.

The giant skull was made entirely of malevolent death energy, with ghostly green flames burning in its eye sockets and visible chills spewing from its wide-open mouth.

It suddenly let out a sharp shriek, the sound like thousands of ice needles piercing into the sea of ​​consciousness at the same time, even Lin Zhao, hundreds of miles away, felt a stinging pain in his consciousness.

Fourth-tier Ghost King.

Wherever the Ghost King passed, countless yin and cold energies appeared on the ground. The cold energy spread along the ground like gray, cold snakes, winding and crawling on the ground.

As the chill seeped into the ground, the earth began to churn, and skeletal arms emerged from the earth.

One by one, complete skeletons rose from the grave soil, looking around blankly.

The long-dead corpses, infused with the chilling aura of Yin, had their eye sockets reignite with ghostly flames, transforming into skeletal ghost soldiers who then followed the direction of the Ghost King.

They converged into a deathly gray torrent, which, when viewed from the sky, resembled a moving gray storm.

He muttered under his breath, "Who has provoked the Yin Skull King again, driving him mad once more?"

Another ghost cultivator emerged from the nearby soil and chimed in, "I heard that a large group of cultivators have come from the south, hunting down ghost cultivators everywhere. The Yin Skeleton's territory is in the south."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "Those people have probably angered the Yin Skull Ghost King."

The first ghost cultivator was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Could we lure the Yin Skeleton over here to deal with the one on our side?"

The other ghost cultivators shook their heads simultaneously.

"The Yin Skeleton King is not someone to be trifled with. He's not exactly lucid either, and when he goes berserk, he'll even devour the ghost cultivators under his own command."

"It's easy to invite him here, but difficult to send him away."

"He might just swallow us up first."

The ghosts stopped mentioning the idea and continued flying deeper into the plains, searching for those few beings at the peak of the Core Formation stage.