Body command feeding world

As dusk settled completely, the western wilderness was shrouded in a thick, inky fog. The wind howled through the withered forest, sounding like a thousand vengeful spirits whispering in the shadows.

Wu Wei stepped alone into the ancient coffin grounds on the edge of the desolate swamp. The soil beneath his feet was damp, cold, and sticky, mixed with the stench of rotting wood and corpses. Every step he took crushed the bone fragments and coffin nails buried deep in the earth. This was a high-risk area marked on the Purple List, where countless cultivators and mortals had died from evil influences over the past hundred years. It had absorbed yin energy over the years and had long since become a dead land infested with malevolent spirits.

He didn't light a lamp, nor did he deliberately conceal his aura. He simply gripped the black iron spear, his back straight, and walked slowly forward in the darkness. The Yangyan Bone Armor was slightly hot beneath his skin, emitting wisps of barely perceptible warmth that kept the surrounding chill at bay. The sword-shaped talisman was pressed against his chest, its pure Yang energy flowing quietly, creating a subtle resonance with the bone armor.

Shu's thoughts echoed softly in his marrow sea, carrying a hint of warning:

"The yin energy here is extremely heavy. The coffin is buried three feet underground, and the evil energy is hidden in the soil. It is not an ordinary scattered evil energy, but a corpse evil energy that has been formed over many years... Be careful where you step."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the fallen coffins, the cracked sarcophagi, and the tattered clothing unearthed from the earth. He understood immediately. Too many people had died here, too many cultivators had perished. The blood, soul energy, and malevolent power intertwined and settled, enough to nurture a ferocious beast far surpassing ordinary high-level malevolent spirits.

He continued deeper, the fog thickened, visibility dropped to less than a few feet, and the stench of corpses in the air grew stronger, mixed with a nauseating, putrid smell.

Just as he stepped over a half-open black coffin—

The ground beneath my feet suddenly collapsed!

boom!

A jet-black, rotten aura erupted from the ground, accompanied by a piercing roar like cracking wood. A giant hand covered in black veins and with nails as curved as black iron burst from the earth and grabbed Wu Wei's ankle!

It wasn't fast, but it was powerful and heavy, with a chilling aura!

Wu Wei reacted swiftly, his toes barely touching the ground as he suddenly shifted several feet to the side, his black iron spear pressing down with the force of the movement, the tip of the spear slamming heavily onto the giant hand.

clang--

The sound of metal clashing against metal exploded!

The spear tip was forcefully deflected, leaving only a white mark on the stiff, dark purple back of the hand, without even breaking the skin.

"Such a tough body."

Wu Wei's eyes darkened slightly. Instead of retreating, he advanced, holding his spear horizontally to protect himself. He took two steps back and stared intently at the ground that had just broken through.

The soil churned wildly, and a body over ten feet tall slowly rose from the ground. It was covered in rotten soil, broken coffin boards, and wrapped in dark yellow ghost silk. Its flesh was dry and taut, black and purple, with grotesque protruding joints. Its head was half-rotten, with one eye socket empty and the other gray and white without pupil, exuding deathly silence and ferocity.

It is the Coffin Mountain Corpse Demon that occupies this place.

It is a near-demon level, formed from a hundred years of accumulated yin energy, corpse energy, and coffin spirit. Its body is as hard as refined iron, and ordinary weapons cannot harm it in the slightest. It also carries corpse poison and putrefaction, which will cause it to collapse upon contact. It is one of the most troublesome evil spirits in the Western Wilderness.

The zombie roared, its voice shaking the withered forest. Its body churned with decaying energy, forming a faint gray domain. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered instantly, the soil froze and turned black, and the air became thick and stagnant.

Wu Wei felt a sudden heaviness around him, his blood circulation slowed down, and his limbs felt faintly numb.

The corrupting influence suppresses life force and stagnates blood essence.

"So the Purple Ranking quest refers to you."

He muttered to himself, his palm clenching slightly, and the talisman sword at his chest suddenly became hot.

The zombie locked onto the living life, its gray-white pupils fixed on Wu Wei. It neither rushed nor charged, neither hurried nor slow, but took heavy steps, crushing down step by step. With each step, the ground trembled slightly, and the broken coffin lids and ghostly threads danced with force, forming sharp blades in the air.

call out!call out!call out!

Several fragments of coffin suddenly flew out, like hidden weapons, attacking Wu Wei's major acupoints!

Wu Wei parried with his spear, the shaft spinning to knock away all the shattered coffins. But the zombie had already closed in, its giant hand sweeping across, a foul stench assaulting their senses, the putrid smell pungent.

He dodged to the side, but his arm was still swept by the fierce wind, and his robe was instantly corroded, leaving a hole. His skin felt a stinging and burning sensation.

Corpse poison invades the body!

The Yangyan Bone Armor immediately burst forth with heat, and scorching blood essence rushed straight to the arm, instantly forcing the invading corpse poison out of the body. A faint golden halo appeared on the skin, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's very difficult to break through their defenses with just your bare hands and a gun."

Wu Wei understood and stopped testing him.

This zombie's physical body is extremely strong, and its defense far exceeds that of ordinary high-level zombies. Even if ordinary martial artists wield sharp blades, they will find it difficult to harm its core and will only be dragged to death within the zombie's domain.

But he... possesses the Supreme Yang Talisman Sword.

A sword-shaped talisman bestowed by Elder Qingyun, specifically for burning away Yin evil, corpse evil, and zombies.

Wu Wei reached out with his left hand and drew the earthen-yellow talisman sword from his bosom, activating his blood essence at his fingertips.

hum-

The talisman sword instantly burst forth with blazing golden light, its supreme yang energy spreading out like a small sun rising in the darkness. The surrounding yin mist, rotten evil, and corpse energy melted upon contact with it, emitting a sizzling sound. Even the zombies subconsciously took a step back, letting out a fearful and furious roar.

Extreme Yang overcomes Extreme Yin.

The talisman sword is its natural enemy.

"Now."

Wu Wei stomped his feet on the ground and shot out like an arrow. His Yangyan Bone Armor was fully deployed, and his body was radiating a faint golden light. His blood essence surged like thunder. He attacked with both a spear and a sword at the same time!

The black iron spear pierced straight into the heart of the zombie, drawing away its giant claws, while the talisman sword followed closely behind, slashing towards the zombie's neck at an unbelievable speed!

clang!

The zombie raised its hand to block, the coffin armor colliding with the spear tip. The immense force made Wu Wei's arm go numb, but the talisman sword had already fallen—

scoff!

The golden light slashed down like a hot knife through butter, easily breaking through the coffin fragments and nether threads on the surface of the zombie's body, and directly cutting into its dark purple, stiff flesh!

The supreme yang talisman power invaded wildly, burning away the corpse energy, destroying the yin energy, and shattering the stiff body!

The zombie let out a piercing roar of pain, its body struggling violently, its giant hand flailing wildly, and its corrupting aura surging several times over, trying to force Wu Wei back.

Wu Wei gritted his teeth and refused to back down. He gripped the talisman sword tightly in his left hand and twisted it fiercely!

A burst of golden light!

The corpse's neck was covered in rotting flesh and blood, and its aura was overwhelming, yet it was still not dead—the vitality of the quasi-demon leader was stronger than anyone could imagine.

It suddenly lowered its head and rammed its remaining half of its head into Wu Wei. Its skull was as hard as iron, and it seemed determined to perish together with him.

Despite the danger, Wu Wei remained calm. He abandoned his spear, turned to the side, pressed down with his left-hand talisman sword, and with his right hand, his fingers were like a knife. He concentrated his Yang Flame Blood Essence at his fingertips and focused it heavily on the ashen eye sockets of the zombie!

Yang Yan breaks the evil spirits!

laugh!

The fingertip pierced directly into the head of the zombie, and the scorching blood essence frantically destroyed its core evil spirit!

The zombie's body suddenly stiffened, its movements froze, and its roar abruptly stopped.

Wu Wei drew his talisman sword and slashed horizontally!

The golden light flashed again.

puff--

The enormous, putrid head rolled to the ground, and the body crashed to the ground, spewing out dark purple blood that rotted upon contact with the soil, hissing and smoking.

The coffin-mountain monster that had lingered here for a hundred years died on the spot.

Wu Wei took a breath, sheathed his sword, stood up, slightly sweaty, his arms aching, his blood essence depleted, but his eyes were unusually bright.

He looked down at the fallen zombie corpse, walked to its chest, and gently slashed with his talisman sword, breaking through the stiff flesh.

A core the size of a pigeon egg, dark red in color, exuding pure malevolent energy yet devoid of ferocity, and extremely refined, lay quietly at the heart of the corpse.

Top-grade evil spirit treasure: stiff evil heart core.

Wu Wei bent down and picked it up. It was slightly cool to the touch, and its killing power was pure and full, far surpassing that of ordinary medium-grade ones, and was of comparable quality to the one he had in his arms.

We already have one of the five required, and now we need to add another.

Two.

We are one step closer to refining the perfect marrow artifact.

Shu's thoughts rang out at this moment, carrying a hint of certainty:

"The core of the quasi-fiend leader is of excellent quality, perfect for use as one of the foundations of a marrow artifact. We should not stay here for long; the battle fluctuations are too great and have already attracted scattered fiends from the surrounding area. If we do not leave now, we will be surrounded."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, carefully put away the superior-grade evil treasure, picked up the black iron spear on the ground, wiped the blood off the spear, and then put the talisman sword back into his bosom.

He didn't linger. He turned and walked towards the outside of the ancient coffin site, his steps still steady, his back view solitary and resolute.

The dark mist closed in again, engulfing the zombie's corpse, leaving only broken coffins and a stench of decay, proving that the life-or-death battle had indeed taken place.

As night deepened, the myriad demons of the Western Wilderness lay dormant.

Wu Wei walked alone in the darkness, holding a talisman sword and carrying a long spear, with two top-grade evil treasures in his arms quietly glowing.

Three more are needed.

He would cut them out one by one by his own hands.

It is the organ of marrow, the command of the body, the protection, and the means to survive.

The wind howled through the barren forest, yet it could not dispel the calm, iron-like light in the boy's eyes.