Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

They then raised two of the Misty Flow Flags, one on the left and one on the right, and inserted them diagonally into the riverbed.

Li Qian then took out another piece of flesh from the tall, thin drowned corpse.

This item has been tainted by the energy of broken soldiers, and is also contaminated by the corpse's aura and the stagnant water of the Yin River.

That's the best smokescreen.

He rubbed two fingers together, and the shredded flesh instantly turned into a blurry mass of blood.

Then he raised his hand and slapped it, the bloodstains imprinted directly on the main talisman.

The dark water at the bottom of the river suddenly turned upside down!

The water outside the shrine, which was originally gloomy and gloomy, suddenly burst outward as if stirred by something.

Mud and sand churned, and aquatic plants rolled upside down.

The group of dormant drowned corpses around the abandoned shrine all turned their heads at the same time!

They smelled something threatening.

Just as Lu Chenchuan had predicted, they rushed out of the ancestral hall in droves.

One, two, ten, dozens.

The grayish-white corpse struggled out of the silt, the water demons and the corpse demons intertwined and churned, and the entire riverbed was completely dark.

And in that deserted shrine, the broken sword that had been quietly stuck in the neck of the statue also began to hum at this moment.

Li Qian narrowed his eyes; he knew the thing had taken the bait.

A shadow, faster than the drowned corpses beside it, silently slipped out from behind the broken pillar of the abandoned shrine.

It was that tall, thin, drowned corpse that had developed some intelligence.

It stood on the outer edge of the deserted shrine, its empty eyes fixed on the several bewitching flags and evil-attracting talismans.

Li Qian wouldn't give it time to think it through.

He deliberately channeled his spiritual power and raised his hand to strike towards the abandoned shrine.

The moment the spiritual power left his hand, it was violently pulled away by the broken half of the weapon in the shrine, disappearing without a trace as if it had sunk into an abyss.

Li Qian had anticipated this and seized the opportunity to deliver another blow.

The Soul-Devouring Sword flashed with dark light, its sword energy slashing diagonally across the crumbling wall of the ancestral hall.

This stirred up a large amount of mud, sand, and damp water.

The tall, thin drowned corpse was immediately and completely aroused.

It emitted a series of muffled, strange noises from its throat.

As if given a command, the horde of corpses surged outwards with even greater frenzy.

Li Qian only managed to hold them off for a few breaths.

It is understood that the entire horde of zombies has been brought to light.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. He abandoned the fight and, with a swift movement, sped away along the western side of the riverbed.

The horde of corpses was still rushing towards the fake formation, and the attention of the soldiers in the desolate shrine was clearly drawn to the formation.

Li Qian rushed down the bottom of the Fallen Dragon River and into the edge of the Corpse Cave in one breath.

This time, the commotion in the morgue was much smaller than before.

Li Qian continued his journey without stopping, using the Water-Avoiding Talisman and the Wave-Dividing Technique to descend straight down, cross the Corpse Cave, and return to the Dragon Lock Eye.

The semi-circular stone hall remained cold and desolate.

The enormous mass of dragon flesh in the center undulated on the ground, covered with dense black nails.

The dark golden hue deep within the flesh crevice was faintly visible in the dim light.

Li Qian dared not delay and immediately raised his hand to unleash three Tide-Breaking Nails at the same time.

The first one landed outside the gap between the bricks on the left.

The second one is pinned to the point where the ancient patterns of the lock vein intersect on the right front.

The third arrow struck directly into the thinnest branch of the Yin River on the outer ring of the stone palace.

As soon as the three nails were driven in, the yin energy that had been flowing in the hall immediately stopped.

Li Qian then immediately threw out the sand from the vein.

The grayish-white fine sand, enveloped by spiritual energy, was scattered in all directions.

It lies on the most hidden ley line connecting the Corpse Cave and the Dragon Lock Eye.

As soon as the sand landed, the ancient patterns around it flashed gently and emitted a buzzing sound.

Before the transformation could fully unfold, Li Qian had already unleashed all four Locking Talismans simultaneously.

The talisman paper tore through the air with several snapping sounds.

It was placed on the four acupoints on the surface of that mass of living flesh, which were undulating violently.

In an instant, the dragon's flesh twitched violently!

The entire semi-circular stone hall trembled slightly a few times following this muffled sound.

Li Qian was prepared. With a flick of his left hand, he drew out the skeleton of an adult dragon from the Sumeru Ring.

The moment the pale white skeleton appeared, the hall trembled violently.

Long-lost family members reunite across distances at this moment.

Li Qian then took the bone-drawing stone, used the dragon's blood sand as a medium, and used the ink from the sinking water as a thread.

He gave a low shout: "Rise!"

A layer of blood-red light rose from the dragon's bones.

The moment the two touched, the Yin energy in the hall was thrown into chaos!

That lump of dragon flesh that had been nailed in by black nails for many years.

Having recovered its lost part, it began to wriggle violently.

The dense array of black nails trembled slightly in unison.

Li Qian's temples throbbed slightly, and he gripped the dragon bone tightly without retreating half a step.

He formed hand seals, the Soul-Devouring Sword hovered horizontally in front of him, and the Locking Lamp was also activated at that moment.

As soon as the light came on, the dark flame pressed straight down.

The remaining, slightly out-of-control life force on the surface of that mass of flesh froze for a moment when illuminated by the light.

In that split second, Li Qian suddenly exerted his strength!

The dragon bone surged with blood-red light, forcibly dragging that mass of living flesh out inch by inch from the center of the ancient vein-locking pattern.

The black nails fell to the ground one by one.

A moment later, the enormous mass of dragon flesh finally broke free from the center of the formation.

They collapsed heavily outside the ancient patterns, their black blood and putrid fluids splattered all over the ground.

Li Qian dared not hesitate and raised his hand to cast several sealing talismans, wrapping the lump of flesh layer by layer.

He then flicked his sleeve and put it into a corner of the Sumeru Ring that had already been emptied.

It was at the very moment the dragon's flesh was put into the precepts.

The entire Dragon Eye Lock suddenly trembled.

Black smoke billowed from the four walls, and large sections of stone bricks shattered.

The broken chain hanging from the top of the stone palace swayed wildly, emitting a piercing, metallic clang.

From the direction of the middle-level corpse cave, a muffled laugh suddenly echoed, spreading eerily along the dark water and the cracks in the rocks.

……

Inside the morgue.

The emaciated corpse, which had been chained in mid-air by several thick iron chains, began to convulse violently.

The black iron nail on his chest made a very faint cracking sound.

Click.

The nail body gradually rose outwards.

Two streams of murky black tears flowed from Yuan Youdao's empty, dry eye sockets.

Sliding down the cracked skin, it washed away the gray and black grime that had accumulated on the face for who knows how many years, leaving two fine lines.

He made a strange, hoarse sound from his throat.

"finally……"

"finally……"

The black nail, meant to suppress bones and lock souls, and to sever meridians and seal intentions, was forced out by the surging energy deep within his chest!

As the black nail left his body, Yuan Youdao felt a sudden sense of relief.

Whoosh!

The heavy iron chains binding his limbs tightened simultaneously, then cracked inch by inch.

That mummified corpse that had been hanging for who knows how many years.

It crashed down from mid-air with a loud thud, slamming heavily onto the cold, damp stone ground below the morgue.

The four walls, riddled with corpses, trembled violently.

On the east side, the Yin River roars and surges, while on the west side, black mist swirls and churns between the cracks in the rocks.

Yuan Youdao, however, simply tilted his head back, his chest heaving violently, as if greedily swallowing the breath of freedom.

"They're out..."

"I... I'm finally out..."

He murmured softly, his voice hoarse and broken, before suddenly bursting into laughter at the end.

The laughter echoed through the morgue, revealing an indescribable madness and pleasure.

At this moment, below the dragon's eye.

Li Qian had already taken the lock lamp and the bone-binding stone.

He reached out and pulled out a tide-breaking nail that could still be recycled, then turned and left.

As soon as he rushed out of the semi-circular stone hall, he saw at the end of the stone path ahead, black water swirling upwards, and the aura of corpses rising like a tide.

The message from the mountain hag was now crystal clear, and the Corpse Cave was in complete chaos.

Li Qian kept moving, skimming up the stone wall at breakneck speed.

When they reached the edge of the corpse pit, the scene before them came into view.

Yuan Youdao, who had been barely breathing, had now stood up.

Although he was still as thin as a rake, he exuded a completely different aura than before.

A kind of arrogance that has been suppressed for a long time and is now suddenly released.

He turned his head.

Two ghostly flames now shone in those eyes that were originally cloudy and lifeless.