Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

Wen Qianji's fingertips trembled, and the swarm of insects that had been pressing down on the dragon's flesh immediately dispersed.

The newly formed dragon claw in the formation suddenly clenched down.

Five sharp, bone-like claws dug deep into the mud, twisting half of the array pattern in a twisted motion.

Lu Chenchuan's eyes flashed with anger, and he plunged the copper needle in his hand down hard.

The burst of light suddenly pressed down.

The dragon's claws were forcibly pressed back into the formation, but they still dragged five deep marks on the ground.

Wen Qianji felt cold sweat rolling down his forehead and hurriedly made a hand seal to replenish the insect array.

Li Qian looked down at the dragon claw within the formation. "Fellow Daoist Wen, who is that outside?"

A cold wind swept in from outside the courtyard, causing the weeds outside the broken wall to rustle and bend low.

Li Qian's eyes darkened, but he didn't pause for a moment while casting the talisman in his hand.

Apply two soul-suppressing talismans to the junction of the dragon bone's forehead and spine.

As soon as the talisman light shone, the half-formed dragon's body, which was about to raise its head, was pressed back half an inch.

Lu Chenchuan hissed, "Don't get distracted!"

Li Qian responded, but then raised his voice to the outside, saying, "Now that you've already gotten this far, why hide yourself?"

Upon hearing this, the man outside the courtyard chuckled softly.

"I have a long-standing grudge against Wen Qianji. It's Li Fushi who's quite bold, daring to get involved in such matters."

Li Qian listened to his words and realized that this person was speaking from behind the wall, clearly wary of the unclear situation in the courtyard.

They were also afraid that Lu Chenchuan, a master of formations, might have some other tricks up his sleeve.

"Judging from your words, you're fixated on the Dry Bones Studio. Could it be that there's some more valuable secret hidden within that alligator corpse?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qianji suddenly looked up and glanced at Li Qian.

There was a moment of silence outside the courtyard.

The man sneered, "The young one is quite clever."

"Unfortunately, those who are too quick-witted often die quickly."

Li Qian's lips curled slightly.

"Leave the dragon's corpse behind and hand over Wen Qianji, and I might spare your and Lu Chenchuan's lives today."

Wen Qianji's already pale face looked even worse.

Li Qian's eyes narrowed; something was wrong.

The dark veins hidden under Wen Qianji's neck bulged out at this moment.

Wen Qianji's throat tightened, and he let out a muffled groan, "Insect Curse..."

He gritted his teeth, veins throbbing on his forehead, and his voice was squeezed out slowly from between his teeth, "That person... placed a worm curse inside me..."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

Before Li Qian finished speaking, two thin, hair-like black insects suddenly darted out from Wen Qianji's sleeve and burrowed straight into his palm.

Wen Qianji's face turned ashen instantly, and his hand gestures, which were originally controlling the swarm of insects, became chaotic.

The person outside the courtyard chuckled softly, "It's too late to realize this now."

"Did you really think no one was on guard against you all these years of performing and venturing into demon tombs?"

"Your life has long since ceased to be your own."

Li Qian's heart sank.

When Wen Qianji was thrown into disarray, the battle formation fell into chaos.

If the formation is disrupted, this half-finished dragon corpse will lose control.

Just as Li Qian had predicted.

Wen Qianji's energy stagnated, and the puppet array in the courtyard, made of black insects and bone fragments, immediately went dark.

The flesh and blood that had just healed on the dragon's spine caught its breath, and a long, scarlet tendon sprouted from between the bones, whipping into the air like a whip!

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the soul-suppressing talisman that Li Qian had just replaced was shattered on the spot.

The half-formed body of the dragon suddenly arched, its broken joints colliding and emitting a low, eerie cracking sound.

The still-formed dragon head slightly raised, and a sliver of dark golden vertical pupil slowly opened from deep within the fleshy crevice.

A fierce aura exploded in the desolate courtyard.

Outside the broken wall, hurried footsteps were already approaching.

The patrol officers of Baixifang often patrolled the area north of the ward.

The verbal exchange outside the courtyard just now caused a surge of yin energy, and several bursts of light leaked out, which quickly attracted people over.

If they were to witness this scene in the courtyard right now, the matter would escalate immediately, even without the hidden hand scheming.

This demonic corpse puppet will undoubtedly be coveted by countless people in Baixifang.

Li Qian frowned, and Lu Chenchuan also understood the key point.

He had already sensed the presence of the patrolmen outside, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He immediately stood up, brandished his longsword, and stepped outside the broken wall.

"Weapon forging and array testing are underway in the courtyard; unauthorized personnel are prohibited!"

His voice, imbued with true energy, traveled several meters, forcefully halting the approaching footsteps of the patrolling guards.

Immediately, someone outside shouted, "This is the forbidden area north of the ward! What are you doing testing your skills here?"

Lu Chenchuan replied coldly, "Lu Chenchuan is here. Anyone who wants to investigate, state your name."

In Baixifang, the name Lu Chenchuan still carries weight.

After all, he was responsible for maintaining the entire market's formation.

His blocking caused the patrolling guards outside to hesitate for a moment.

He didn't dare to rush in, and then he got into a conversation with the person outside.

The situation inside the courtyard was far more dangerous than outside.

One of the dragon's claws had already taken shape, with scarlet flesh wrapped around the white finger bone.

He slammed it down on the ground, crushing half of the array pattern into pieces.

Wen Qianji knelt on one knee, pressing his hand tightly against his chest, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Li Qian narrowed his eyes. This dragon corpse was already halfway refined and could not be stopped.

If this drags on any longer, Wen Qianji will not be able to hold out, and the formation will surely collapse.

Lu Chenchuan couldn't hold off the patrol for long; the dark forces outside were still waiting for them to completely lose control.

Wen Qianji looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse.

"Li...Fellow Daoist Li..."

Hang in there!

Li Qian shouted and then placed another Xuanjia Exorcising Talisman on his back.

As the talismanic power entered his body, those black veins immediately shrank back half an inch, as if they had been branded with a hot iron.

Taking advantage of the moment, Wen Qianji bit his tongue hard, using the intense pain to forcefully calm himself down. He then made a hand seal with his right hand, and the scattered swarm of insects barely managed to regroup.

But the dragon corpse was no longer willing to wait.

The half-formed dragon's head suddenly rose up, its dark golden vertical pupils filled with ferocity.

With life force restored, they were no longer willing to obediently lie in the formation and be refined by others.

Li Qian knew that it was too late to finish the process according to the original method.

He glanced at it and immediately made a judgment.

"Wen Qianji!"

Wen Qianji gritted his teeth and responded, then suddenly flipped his hands, unleashing a swarm of insects that rushed straight towards the heart of the dragon corpse.

Li Qian then drew his Soul-Devouring Sword and stepped into the formation.

As the sword's dark light surged, the three evil spirits within his sea of ​​consciousness responded simultaneously.

He wanted to forcibly take over the puppet.

Using flawed methods, one can seize what is only half-finished.

The dragon corpse's forepaw swept across, the force of the wind like a hammer.

Li Qian's shoulder sank as the power of the bear suddenly surged into his bones, allowing him to forcefully block the attack with his sword!

clang--

With a strange noise, two cracks appeared on the muddy ground beneath Li Qian's feet, and his hands went numb from the shock.

However, the dragon's claw was also deflected by the sword, and the large pieces of flesh that had just grown on its wrist were cut off, splattering foul-smelling black blood all over the ground.

Taking advantage of the situation, Li Qian closed in, his left hand forming a claw, and pressed down on the forehead bone of the dragon corpse that was not yet fully closed.

The snake-like energy descended along the arm, like a thin, gray-blue thread, drilling into the bone crevices, specifically targeting any remaining uncertainties.

He reversed the hilt of the Soul-Devouring Sword and fiercely nailed it into the gap in the main bone of the dragon corpse's spine that had not yet closed!

"Lie down!"

With a low shout, the dark light surged.

The Soul-Devouring Sword possesses the ferocity of a demonic weapon.

At this moment, the sword struck down, not only pressing down on the back of the dragon corpse.

It also forcefully dispersed some of the remnant soul's malevolent energy that was about to go berserk.

Wen Qianji's side also fought desperately.

The swarm of insects gnawed at the blood vessels, falling densely like black needles, forcibly binding the still throbbing mass of flesh on the dragon corpse's chest and abdomen into a single mass.