Ghost Immortal

The matchmaker, Zhou, calmly unfurled the red string, her smile even more amiable than before.

"Master Ma, we're all just scraps by, why ruin our relationship? This bull demon has a lot of valuable stuff on him. Let's sit down and discuss it. This old woman can help you find a suitable way to distribute it. What do you think?"

Her red string glowed with a pinkish light and emitted a sweet fragrance.

Several Black Wind bandits behind Ma Laosan smelled the fragrance, their eyes glazed over, and they staggered.

But Ma Laosan was unaffected. He snorted coldly, and the black energy on his ghost-head broadsword surged, swallowing up all the fragrance that wafted over.

"Matchmaker Zhou, your bewitching tricks won't work on me. I'm the apprentice of the Corpse Carrier, and I'm haunted by vengeful spirits. No bewitching drug can do anything to me."

When Li Feng heard the words "corpse carrier" in the treetop, a thought struck him.

This Ma Laosan is also a corpse carrier?

No, he was talking about the corpse carrier's apprentice.

This only proves that his master was a corpse carrier.

The bald-headed old man was a corpse carrier, and he and Ma Laosan were from the same school.

Li Feng continued to observe without showing any emotion.

The two sides on the field were already at loggerheads.

Butcher He, Carpenter Lu, and Matchmaker Zhou exchanged glances.

The tacit understanding between the three long-time partners allowed them to reach a consensus instantly: if they couldn't reach an agreement, they would fight.

Butcher He was the first to make a move.

He drew a blood-red arc with his boning knife, aiming straight for Ma Laosan's neck.

The blade moved fiercely, its bloodthirsty aura surging along the edge, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Old Ma laughed loudly and slashed horizontally with his ghost-head broadsword to meet the attack.

"clang!!"

The blades clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

He Tu Hu's blood-red blade clashed with Ma Lao San's black aura.

The ground beneath their feet blasted open, creating a crater, and the shockwave sent the dead leaves flying everywhere.

A cultivator with an eight-inch spiritual root level would be able to kill the Iron Guard from back then with just the aftershocks from a head-on confrontation.

Lu the carpenter took the opportunity to spread out the ink lines.

His ink lines are as fine as hair, soaked in ink.

The ink lines spread out in the air, turning into a large net that enveloped the Black Wind Bandits.

Several Black Wind Bandits were unable to dodge in time and were entangled by the ink lines.

The ink line immediately gushed out a thick, black liquid that stuck their hands and feet together, rendering them unable to move.

At the same time, Zhou the matchmaker's red rope was shot out.

Two red ropes were tied to the tall, thin man holding the bow and the short, stout man holding the axe, respectively.

The pink magic power on the red rope surged into the two people's bodies, causing their eyes to glaze over and them to collapse.

But the Black Wind Bandits are no pushovers either.

Ma Laosan forced He Tu Hu back with a single slash, and the black energy on the Ghost Head Blade surged out, transforming into a blurry human face that bared its teeth and claws as it bit at He Tu Hu.

"The Vengeful Spirit's Bite!"

Butcher He's expression changed, and he hurriedly drew his sword to defend himself. The blood-red magic power on the sword condensed into a shield, blocking the black-faced figure.

With a "crack," a gap was bitten into the blood shield, and black energy seeped in through the gap.

The butcher's arm, which was gripping the knife, immediately developed bluish-black lividity.

"The insidious methods of the corpse carriers!"

He the butcher roared, unleashing a burst of blood-red spiritual power that forced back the corpse spots on his arm.

But in that brief moment of delay, the short, stout man wielding the axe had already broken free from the matchmaker Zhou's red rope control, and was wildly swinging his two short axes at the carpenter Lu.

Carpenter Lu remained expressionless. He slammed his adze on the ground, and earthen-yellow magical power emanated from the ground, instantly hardening the soil within three feet of his feet into the hardness of iron.

Sparks flew as the short axe struck the ground, as if it were striking an anvil.

The tall, thin man holding the bow also broke free from the control of the red rope.

He drew his bow and arrow, and three poisoned arrows shot out simultaneously, heading straight for Zhou the Matchmaker.

The matchmaker's smirk was more hideous than a grimace. A red rope was woven into a net in front of her, and three arrows were shot into the net. The tips of the arrows were caught in the gaps in the red rope, unable to advance or retreat.

"With skills like this, you dare to hang around Black Wind Ridge?"

Matchmaker Zhou shook her head with a sinister grin.

The next moment, her smile froze on her face.

Because Ma Laosan pulled a black cloth bag out of his pocket.

The cloth bag was exactly the same as the bald old man's body bag, only a size larger.

Ma Laosan chuckled and untied the hemp rope at the top of the bag.

Thick black smoke billowed out of the bag, condensing into a blurry humanoid outline in the air.

There were three vengeful spirits!

Butcher He, Carpenter Lu, and Matchmaker Zhou all had a dark look on their faces.

These vengeful spirits are all equivalent to cultivators at the Spirit Root stage; the three vengeful spirits are like three henchmen at the Spirit Root stage.

The Black Wind Bandits initially had the numerical advantage, but their combat strength varied greatly. The three of them, however, cooperated well and could still put up a fight.

Now that Ma Laosan has released three vengeful spirits, the balance of power between the two sides has instantly shifted.

Li Feng saw Ma Laosan take out a body bag from the treetop, and his eyes narrowed.

This body bag was larger than the bald old man's, and the vengeful spirit inside was roughly equivalent to a five-inch spiritual root, slightly stronger than the four-inch spiritual root vengeful spirit sealed in the bald old man's bag, but only slightly stronger.

However, the current situation is a three-way battle, and with the addition of these three vengeful spirits, the variables are even greater.

Li Feng's gaze returned to the bull demon's corpse, which had been cut in half.

The purple mist between the bull demon's eyebrows was still condensing, and had already formed a purple ball of light that hovered above the bull demon's corpse.

The fragments of the demon soul are rapidly formed.

This stuff is more valuable to Li Feng than beef horns, beef, and beef heart.

Beef can only provide spiritual energy, cow horns can be sold for money, but fragments of demon souls can be used to temper one's spiritual roots.

He had seen records about demon souls in the tattered book. Demon souls are the essence of demon beasts' cultivation, containing the original power of demon beasts, and are a great tonic for cultivators.

If we can get our hands on this fragment of demon soul, and use the cauldron to cook a pot of demon soul soup, it might be able to help him break through from an eight-inch spiritual root to a nine-inch one.

But going down to rob it now is too risky.

The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, and neither noticed the fragments of the demon soul taking shape.

Once they finish fighting, even the winning side will definitely discover this fragment of the demon soul.

Li Feng needs to wait for the right opportunity.

The battle on the field continues.

The situation changed dramatically after the three vengeful spirits joined the battlefield.

A vengeful spirit clung to Butcher He, its chilling aura constantly eroding him, preventing him from fully unleashing his killing techniques.

Another vengeful spirit and the short, fat man wielding an axe joined forces to besiege Lu the carpenter, forcing him to constantly reinforce the earth and stone defenses beneath his feet, leaving him no chance to retaliate.

Even with three vengeful spirits at her disposal, Zhou the matchmaker was overwhelmed.

The black aura of the vengeful spirits continuously corroded the magic power on the red rope, causing Zhou the Matchmaker's red rope network to collapse rapidly.

Old Ma, carrying a large, ghost-headed broadsword, stood guard on the side, occasionally unleashing a few black sword strikes to force the three to reveal their weaknesses.

"Butcher He, I told you before, you're no match for me! This hillside will be your burial ground!"

Ma Laosan laughed triumphantly, spun his ghost-head saber, and slashed at Butcher He with another black light.

Butcher He dodged to the side, and his boning knife slashed at the vengeful spirit that was clinging to him, the blade cleaving the spirit in two.

But the vengeful spirits immediately reassembled, still clinging tightly to his spiritual energy shield.

"Ma Laosan, what kind of skill is it to act so recklessly by relying on vengeful spirits!"

Butcher He roared in fury.

Ma Laosan didn't care and said coldly, "Only a fool wouldn't use vengeful spirits. Although my master didn't teach me for many years, the vengeful spirits he left behind are enough for me to roam freely on this mountain."

During a lull in the defense, Lu the carpenter shouted to the butcher, "Butcher He, he can't afford to wait any longer. The three vengeful spirits won't last much longer. If we hold out for another cup of tea, he will surely retreat."

When Ma Laosan's secret was exposed, the fat on his face twitched.

He knew that the carpenter was telling the truth.

The vengeful spirits inside the body bag are indeed powerful, but keeping them active outside requires the bag owner's magical power.

He is currently controlling three vengeful spirits simultaneously, which is consuming a great deal of his magical power. If he still cannot subdue the three of them after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he will have no choice but to withdraw the vengeful spirits and retreat.

"Then I'll take care of you quickly!"

Old Ma shouted and charged into the fray, his ghost-head broadsword shrouded in thick black energy, slashing down at Butcher He.

The three vengeful spirits also erupted simultaneously, their black energy surging and suppressing the three of them.

The melee on the field instantly intensified.

Li Feng, lying on the treetop, suddenly noticed a detail.

The fragment of the demon soul had fully formed, and this was the treasure he had been concerned about.

A purple orb of light, about the size of an egg, hovered above the bull demon's corpse, emitting a soft purple glow.

The light was very faint, completely obscured by the dazzling light of the various spiritual energies colliding in the arena, and could not be noticed at all unless you looked closely.

Moreover, after the fragment of the demon soul took shape, it slowly drifted toward a withered tree next to the bull demon's corpse.

A hole, dark and gaping, opened up in the trunk of the dead tree, resembling a gaping mouth.

Li Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Things in these mountains are never simple.