Ghost Immortal

The corpse demon gave them no chance to catch their breath.

It used both hands simultaneously, the phantom of the dragon robe bringing its palms together to slap the three of them, as if swatting flies, intending to turn them into mincemeat.

The palm strike was even more intense than before, whipping up the soil and gravel on the ground.

A turbid wave of earth formed and surged toward the three of them, covering the sky.

Li Feng knew he could no longer hide his talents.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual liquid in his dantian surged into his ten-inch spiritual root.

At the tip of the spiritual root, the origin of the Netherworld Fire was awakened.

The eerie green flames surged through his body along his meridians, seeping out from all 48,000 pores and forming a veil of flames on his skin.

He concentrated all the ghostly flames in his right palm, and the flames continued to compress.

From the size of a human head, compressed to the size of a fist, and then from the size of a fist to the size of an egg.

When compressed to this extent, the color of the will-o'-the-wisp has changed from a ghostly green to a dark green.

"go!"

Li Feng unleashed the compressed Netherworld Flames at the illusory figure in the dragon robe.

The dark green fireball arced through the air and collided head-on with the giant palm of the dragon-robed phantom.

"boom!"

The fireball exploded, turning into a rain of dark green fire that sprinkled onto the palms of the dragon-robed phantom.

The ghostly flames of the underworld consume all life force; the phantom of the dragon robe is formed from condensed dragon energy, and also contains the primordial corpse energy of the corpse demon.

Corpse energy is also a distorted form of life force; it is the evil energy transformed from the residual life force after death.

When will-o'-the-wisps encounter the aura of corpses, it's like boiling oil meeting a spark—they ignite instantly.

The dragon-robed phantom's palms rapidly melted away in the rain of fire, leaving countless holes burned into the enormous hands, the edges of which continued to spread outwards, making the entire hand look like rotten wood eaten by worms.

"Ugh!"

The corpse demon groaned, clearly indicating that the injury to the dragon robe phantom had also affected its main body.

It hurriedly withdrew its palms and used its corpse energy to repair the damage to the dragon robe phantom.

In that brief moment, Master Four Eyebrows struggled to his feet.

His Taoist robe was torn in half by the palm strike, revealing the close-fitting gold armor underneath.

Most of the talismans pasted on the armor plate had been burned away, with only a few remaining pieces still emitting a faint golden light.

He walked over to Li Feng and put his hand on Li Feng's shoulder.

"Disciple, let's invite our ancestral master."

Li Feng was taken aback.

Invoking the Ancestral Master is one of the most core secret techniques of the Maoshan School, and only disciples of the Zhi generation and above are qualified to practice it.

The principle behind this spell is to use one's own body as a vessel to invoke a wisp of divine thought from the Three Pure Ones to possess the body, thereby increasing one's cultivation level several times or even dozens of times in a short period of time.

However, the price is extremely high. The divine sense of the patriarch is not something a mortal body can withstand. If the possession lasts for a while, it will cause irreversible damage to the meridians and dantian. In severe cases, the cultivation will be completely destroyed and the person will become a mortal.

Master Si Mei had been practicing Taoism for decades and had never used this spell.

Because he knew that once he used it, even if he didn't die, he would be severely injured.

But now, he has no choice.

The revenge for Junior Brother Baihe must be taken, his disciple must be protected, and the Corpse Demon must be eliminated.

Whatever the reason, it was worth risking his old life for.

"Master, let's join forces!"

Li Feng nodded vigorously.

His ten-inch spiritual root was best suited to withstand the divine thought of his ancestor, because his spiritual root was long and wide enough to accommodate more external power than that of ordinary cultivators.

"We respectfully invite the patriarch to possess us!"

The two of them made hand seals together and stomped the ground forcefully, and soon a layer of radiance enveloped their bodies.

Qiu Sheng saw that the two of them were simultaneously shining with dazzling golden light, and then looked at the corpse demon behind him who was rapidly repairing the phantom of the dragon robe. He gritted his teeth, ran over, and plopped down next to the two of them.

His cultivation level was the lowest, and he was not qualified to invite the patriarch at all.

But he could transfer his spiritual power to his master and junior brother, even if he could only help a little, it was better than standing by and watching helplessly.

He placed his hands on the ankles of the Four-Eyebrowed Taoist and Li Feng, transferring all the remaining spiritual energy in his dantian to them.

The golden light emanating from the two grew stronger and stronger.

Li Feng felt an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy gushing out from the end of his spiritual root, flowing along his meridians and into his dantian.

This spiritual power was so immense that it could burst the meridians of any Qi Refining stage cultivator.

Even Li Feng's ten-inch spiritual root was like a small stream encountering a flood in the face of this spiritual power, his meridians were stretched so much that they felt like they were about to burst.

The situation of the Taoist priest with four eyebrows was even more dire.

His spiritual root was only seven inches long, and his endurance was far inferior to Li Feng's.

The patriarch's divine sense had only descended halfway when fine beads of blood seeped from the surface of his skin and trickled down his arm.

"Master!" Qiu Sheng cried out in terror.

Master Si Mei gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Don't speak, the invocation of the gods isn't finished yet!"

Just then, the corpse demon repaired the illusory image of the dragon robe.

It looked at Li Feng, who was enveloped in golden light, and the Four-Eyebrowed Taoist, with a look of fear in its eyes.

This is the Maoshan Sect's most advanced desperate tactic. Once completed, the fighting power of these two Taoists will increase several times over.

By then, let alone killing them, it will be a question whether I can even escape unscathed.

"Don't even think about it!"

The corpse demon roared and urged the phantom of the dragon robe to pounce on the three of them.

This time, its entire phantom rushed over, intending to use the dragon robe phantom to smash the three of them into a bloody pulp.

The phantom figure in the dragon robe strode forward, causing the ground to tremble violently.

The three-zhang-tall body crashed down with the force of a mountain pressing down.

As they drew closer, Li Feng could even smell the decaying dragon aura emanating from the dragon-robed phantom.

Like a tomb that hasn't been opened for a hundred years, the accumulated musty smell made people dizzy.

Just as the giant palm of the dragon-robed phantom was about to strike the three of them on the head, Li Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils had turned pure gold, and two slowly rotating yin-yang symbols appeared in his pupils.

This is a sign of the patriarch's divine possession, the Taiji Golden Eye, the highest characteristic that can only be revealed by invoking the Three Pure Ones.

"You monster, how dare you!"

When Li Feng uttered four words, the voice wasn't even his own.

The three voices overlapped simultaneously: the outermost was an aged and dignified voice, the middle was the deep voice of a middle-aged Taoist priest, and the innermost was Li Feng's own youthful voice.

The three sounds overlapped, forming a strange harmony, like a divine oracle descending from the heavens.

He raised his right hand and lightly patted the illusory image of the dragon robe.

This palm strike looked effortless, without any fluctuation of spiritual energy, as if it were just swatting away flies, a casual wave of the hand.

But with that casual wave of his hand, the giant palm of the dragon robe phantom was instantly shattered the moment it touched Li Feng's palm.

The corpse demon felt as if it had been hit head-on by a mountain, and was thrown back by an invisible force, breaking seven or eight ancient trees that were as thick as a person's embrace before it barely came to a stop.

A deep handprint was sunken into its chest, and the skin around the edge of the handprint cracked, oozing a large amount of dark red corpse blood.

The phantom of the dragon robe behind him had completely vanished, leaving not even a trace of dragon energy behind.

Master Si Mei also succeeded in eating it.

His body was completely enveloped in golden light, obscuring his face; only a blurry human silhouette could be seen.

Golden light surged and flowed around him, gradually coalescing into the phantom of an old Taoist priest dressed in ancient robes and holding a whisk.

The phantom was only ten feet tall, far smaller than the dragon robe phantom of the corpse demon, but its aura was completely different.

If the phantom of the dragon robe represents the majesty of an emperor, then this phantom represents the appearance of an immortal; the difference in their status is immediately apparent.

The Taoist priest with four eyebrows raised his hand, and golden light condensed into a three-foot-long sword in his palm.

Countless runes flowed across the sword, naturally condensed from pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

This is the Maoshan Sect's most superior technique for transforming spiritual energy into a sword. It can condense spiritual energy into a tangible form, making it far sharper than any sword forged from ordinary iron.

With a swift movement, leaving an afterimage behind, his true form appeared before the corpse demon.

The lightsaber slashed down from above, its blade cutting through the air.

The corpse demon barely managed to raise its arms to block.

Its arms are as hard as iron; ordinary weapons cannot even leave a white mark when they strike them.

But the golden lightsaber struck its left arm, severing it at the elbow as easily as a knife cutting tofu.

"ah!!!"

The corpse demon let out a deafening scream.

A large amount of dark red blood gushed from the severed arm, and the blood hissed and corroded as it fell to the ground, burning fist-sized craters into the ground.

It staggered backward, clutching its severed arm, its blood-red eyes filled with horror.

"The power of the Foundation Establishment stage! The ancestor you invited must have had at least the strength of the Golden Core stage in his lifetime!" the corpse demon roared.

Master Si Mei did not answer.

He swung his sword again, and the golden light sword swept out horizontally, leaving a crescent-shaped golden sword aura in the air at the tip.

The sword energy flew three zhang away, striking the corpse demon's right leg and severing it at the knee.

The corpse demon lost its balance and fell flat on its back to the ground.

It desperately used its remaining right arm to push itself back, but the wound from its broken leg kept gushing out corpse blood, causing it to convulse in pain.

Li Feng walked up from the other side, his right palm filled with a more refined Netherworld Ghost Fire than before.

After the patriarch possessed him, his control over the Netherworld Fire reached an unprecedented level.

No more compression is needed; with a thought, the will-o'-the-wisp naturally condenses into the most perfect attack form.

He pressed the will-o'-the-wisp against the corpse demon's chest.

The corpse demon rolled and dodged desperately, but after losing an arm and a leg, its movements became much slower.

The ghostly fire grazed its right rib, and the fire immediately burst into flames upon touching the skin and flesh of its right rib.

The eerie green flames spread upwards along its ribs, sizzling as they burned the flesh, revealing the charred bones beneath.

"You can't kill me!!!"

The corpse demon roared madly in the flames, and strange black patterns suddenly appeared deep in its blood-red pupils.

The corpse demon braced itself against the ground with its remaining right arm, and its entire body transformed into a black and red afterimage as it raced down the mountain.

It moved even faster than before, and the bleeding from the broken leg and arm wounds temporarily stopped under the cover of the black patterns.

This allows it to maintain an extremely high movement speed even when severely injured.

"Chase after it! Don't let that wretched creature get away!"

Master Si Mei was the first to chase after them.

He and Li Feng, one on the left and one on the right, were two golden figures speeding through the mountains and forests.

Qiu Sheng lagged behind, panting heavily, but still desperately tried to keep up.

He knew he couldn't be of much help, but he couldn't stay behind alone.

If the corpse demon were to launch a surprise attack, he would surely die.

The corpse demon was incredibly fast, but it was ultimately severely injured.

Losing an arm and a leg greatly diminishes its balance.

Instead of fleeing deeper into the dense forest, it kept running downhill.

The direction down the mountain is Qingyan City, a city with many people and a strong smell of blood, enough for it to take advantage of the chaos.

As long as it can hide in the city and find a few living people to drain its life essence, its injuries can be quickly healed.

But just as it ran out of the foot of the mountain, a low moan suddenly came from the bushes ahead.

"roar!!!"

Along with the wailing sound came the chilling, bone-chilling aura of the corpse demon.

The bushes were parted by two large hands covered in iron-gray scales.

A burly figure nearly nine feet tall emerged from the darkness and stood in front of the corpse demon.