Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

Li Qian's figure disappeared into the river, and the water-repelling talisman dissipated from his sleeve, creating a faint, clear glow.

The area within a few feet of the body was separated into a waterless airspace.

With a thought, he activated the Water Control Technique, and although the surrounding undercurrents were swift, he managed to deflect most of them.

He resembled a black carp swimming upstream.

They slowly approached the dilapidated shrine, clinging to the murky riverbed.

The further you go, the darker the water becomes.

The sunlight overhead had long been filtered out by layers of murky water, leaving only a gray shadow that was difficult to see clearly in the water.

The surrounding silt churned, and the water plants swayed gently in the water like hair.

The drowned corpses were originally lying in the four corners of the abandoned shrine, waiting for Li Qian's energy to dissipate slightly in the water.

Like a group of sharks smelling blood, they pounced on him.

Li Qian flicked his finger.

Several purification talismans suddenly scattered in the water, skimming along the current.

Several slapping sounds were heard as the needle struck the foreheads of several of the fastest-rushing drowning corpses.

As soon as the talisman touched the corpse, wisps of white smoke rose up, and the gray-black evil aura around the drowned corpses froze.

Its ferocious attack was halted in the water.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Qian clenched his left hand and suddenly activated the Water Control Technique.

He stirred up the already turbulent waters in front of the abandoned shrine into a boiling pot of corpse soup.

The water suddenly veered from left to right.

Several drowned corpses, which had been trying to kill each other by using the current, suddenly lost their balance.

It was swept away and swayed, splashing up large amounts of muddy sand.

Upon this test, a strange light flashed in Li Qian's eyes.

These ghostly things don't just move based on the instinct of their corpses.

As those afflicted corpses collapsed...

Several streaks of gray-black water immediately surged back from the horde of corpses behind.

An invisible hand tugged and supported in the water, managing to keep the drowned corpses steady.

"You can even control the water's flow...?"

Li Qian felt a slight chill.

He raised his hand and pointed, the Soul-Devouring Sword slicing out diagonally from his palm.

Skimming close to the bottom of the water, it sliced ​​the drowning leader in half, head and waist.

The body was split in two, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

The abdominal cavity was filled with bloated, white, rotting flesh and tangled clumps of black, malevolent water.

The second and third swords were delivered in quick succession.

He sliced ​​through the limbs and bones of several drowned corpses that rushed towards him, sending pieces of flesh flying everywhere.

But, in the blink of an eye, a strange phenomenon appeared.

The drowned corpse, which should have been chopped up, did not sink to the bottom; instead, it began to convulse violently in the water.

The scattered pieces of rotting flesh and broken bones were drawn back together by the surrounding gray-black evil energy, gathering back towards the remains.

The severed arm was reattached to the severed shoulder, and the shattered neck bones twisted back into place on their own.

Their appearance was even more ferocious and terrifying, as if they could not be killed indefinitely.

Why is this happening?

Li Qian's mind raced.

In the blink of an eye, the horde of corpses had pressed in again.

Li Qian stopped wasting time with them and avoided the rising water.

He suddenly lunged forward, using the Water Control Technique to envelop himself, and forcefully crashed into the horde of corpses.

They planned to seize the fragment and leave.

Several drowned corpses lunged forward simultaneously, their black teeth biting into the protective water curtain, making a grinding, scraping sound.

Several withered claws emerged from below, lunging at him.

Li Qian's superior defensive talisman, the Azure Wave Condensing Water Talisman, was severely damaged after being struck several times, and his strength was already weakened.

A layer of frost had formed on the outer layer.

The force of those drowned corpses was icy cold, no less than the full-force attack of an ordinary internal energy realm martial artist.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, forcefully squeezing a path through the horde of corpses.

It was at this moment that a tall, thin drowned corpse suddenly appeared silently from behind.

This corpse was completely different from the ones around it.

Its movements were lighter and faster than the other drowned corpses.

Every move he made was extremely insidious, always aiming for Li Qian's vital points.

The first two times it used its companions for cover and retreated immediately after the attack.

It wasn't until the third time that Li Qian forced back the horde of corpses with his sword.

With a swift, diagonal lunge from below, his five fingers, like hooks, gripped his lower back.

As if on guard, Li Qian twisted his waist sharply, and the Soul-Devouring Sword swung back upwards.

A muffled clang.

The sword's edge collided with the tall, thin, drowned corpse's outstretched black claws, creating a series of sparks-like flashes of light.

He was jolted back half a zhang, but with a flip, he landed as lightly as a live fish.

He pressed himself against a broken pillar, staring intently at Li Qian.

Li Qian looked at the drowned corpse; this thing seemed to have developed some intelligence.

Other drowned corpses are nothing more than rotten, lifeless things driven by others.

Not only does it know how to assess the situation, but it also knows how to use a horde of corpses to launch a surprise attack.

He acted as if he were the leader of this group of drowned corpses.

He intended to test the depth of the drowned corpse again.

Another anomaly occurs.

The intelligent corpse, hiding behind the horde of corpses, suddenly opened its mouth.

A series of gurgling sounds came from his throat, and he spat out a jet-black sphere.

The sphere was no bigger than a chicken egg, and it was jet black and shiny.

Its surface is covered with pinhole-sized pores, and when it appears in the water, the surrounding water becomes extremely chaotic!

The undercurrent that Li Qian had originally suppressed with his water control technique.

As if suddenly given a command, they sprang up from all directions at the same time.

The underwater silt was all swirling up, even the group of drowned corpses that were attacking were dragged along and their bodies were tilted.

But it deliberately avoided the area three feet away from that black ball.

Li Qian was suddenly alarmed and dared not delay any longer.

He raised his hand, intending to unleash the Evil-Suppressing Mountain-Soaring Talisman to escape first.

But the moment he unleashed his spiritual power from his fingertips, it was completely torn away by the broken sword deep within the desolate shrine the instant it left his body!

What?!

Li Qian made a decisive move and crushed a handful of spirit stones with his bare hands.

With a series of cracking sounds, several spirit stones exploded simultaneously in his palm, releasing a surge of spiritual energy.

But in the end, it was still a step too late.

The jet-black sphere suddenly trembled in the water, and the surrounding undercurrents surged and converged with a roar.

Li Qian suddenly felt everything go black.

His entire body, along with the aura of water-avoidance and water-controlling energy surrounding him, was swept away by the violent undercurrent and plunged deeper into the riverbed!

All I could hear was the ceaseless murmur of flowing water.

All around were churning, dark mud.

Li Qian was helplessly swept away by the undercurrent and tumbled down the river.

It crashed through a narrow crevice and grazed the cold rock wall.

At this moment, the martial artist at the Inner Vessel Realm is probably already at the bottom of the river, feeding the fish.

I don't know how much time passed.

The force of the attack gradually weakened.

The sounds of water around them turned into muffled noises as the underground river flowed into the underground cavity.

The water, which had been rushing about wildly, suddenly relaxed.

Li Qian steadied himself and raised his hands to form a hand seal.

"rise!"

The last curse-inducing talisman, Tengyue, was activated immediately.

As the talisman exploded, a brute force rose from beneath his feet.

He was thrown out of the water.

A splashing sound of water gushing out was heard.

Li Qian burst out from a curtain of dark water, flipped halfway in mid-air, and landed steadily.

He was no longer standing on empty ground; he stepped onto a damp, stone-like surface.

Looking up, one sees a vast, dark, and desolate place.

It was pitch black, and the surroundings were chillingly cold, with only the faint sound of water coming from not far away.

Li Qian exhaled a breath of stale air and gripped the Soul-Devouring Sword in his palm.

That tall, thin, drowned corpse had already gained considerable influence and knew that a direct confrontation with Li Qian was impossible.

Using the black ball in his mouth as a guide, he manipulated the power of the Fallen Dragon River, directly banishing Li Qian to this underground cave.

I wonder if the abandoned shrine will be taken away by the drowned corpse... or maybe I was careless and didn't expect that there was a powerful one hidden among the drowned corpses.

Li Qian sighed, raised his hand and took out a low-grade illumination talisman from his sleeve, then gently shook it.

The talisman burst into flames.

A dim, yellowish light rose slowly, gradually illuminating the darkness ahead.

Li Qian raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the light, where the surrounding scenery emerged from the darkness.