Ghost Immortal

From within the smoke, a pale hand emerged from the crack.

Slender and long, her fingers were like green onions, and her nails were painted with light pink nail polish.

Looking at this hand alone, anyone would think it belongs to a pampered young lady, but in fact it is a fierce corpse that has been sealed away for who knows how many years.

Her slender hand pressed against the rock at the edge of the crack, and the rock immediately turned black and weathered, as if it had been corroded in an instant.

With a slight exertion of her fingers, the hard rock cracked, and she forcefully pried open a large section of the fissure.

She floated out of the crack, just like in a horror movie.

Her red wedding dress fluttered gently in the night breeze; she was barefoot, with two strings of tiny gold bells tied around her ankles.

Each step she took was like a lotus blossom, and the golden bells jingled crisply.

Her figure was graceful and slender, her waist so thin it could be grasped in one hand. The neckline of her wedding dress was slightly open, revealing her long neck and collarbone so large it could hold fish.

His lips curled slightly upward, revealing an eerie smile that sent chills down one's spine.

When Zhao Tiezhu saw her face clearly, his expression instantly turned serious.

The veins on his arms bulged like writhing dragons, and the golden blade energy on the blade constantly pulsed, but the tip of the blade trembled violently.

The righteousness of officialdom was frantically reminding him that the danger of this thing in front of him was far beyond his imagination.

"It's a fierce corpse at the peak of Qi Refining!"

One of the coroners gaped, his mouth agape in disbelief.

Zhao Tiezhu shook his head, his eyes grave: "No, that's not right. She's not a corpse cultivator; she's a living being!"

The female corpse then turned her head, her scarlet eyes scanning everyone around her.

Her gaze lingered on the one-eyed old man, the woman with the bronze seal and beads, as if she recognized them as the tomb robbers who had disturbed her eternal rest.

The one-eyed old man felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze and scrambled back several steps.

He lived most of his life and visited no fewer than a hundred tombs, large and small.

I've seen white-haired zombies, black-haired zombies, blood corpses, and shadowy corpses, and I even encountered a half-transformed corpse demon.

But no rice dumpling had ever made him feel so desperate.

The aura emanating from the female corpse before him was more terrifying than any monster he had ever seen!

"Don't just stand there, release the chain!"

Zhao Tiezhu's command interrupted the one-eyed old man's fearful thoughts.

Upon receiving the order, the constables in the back row simultaneously swung out the iron chains in their hands.

Eight iron chains intertwined in the air to form a net, and the talismans on the chains shone with a dazzling golden light. The entire iron chain net enveloped the female corpse.

These iron chains are specially made by the government to lock away evil spirits. The chains are infused with silver mother-of-pearl, and the talismans are drawn by Taoist monks in the city to suppress evil spirits. They are specifically designed to subdue evil spirits.

With all eight demon-locking chains activated simultaneously, even a demon beast in its early stages of transformation would be locked up for a short while.

Despite being trapped by these people, the female corpse did not try to escape.

She let the demon-locking chains cover her body, and the eight iron chains tightened instantly, locking her firmly from head to toe.

The talisman was pasted onto her wedding dress, and immediately began to hiss and emit white smoke, like a red-hot iron branding her skin.

A burnt smell emanated from the white smoke, suggesting that she had been injured.

But the female corpse remained completely still.

She lowered her head, then reached out her fair hand, grasped one of the iron chains, and gave it a gentle tug.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the iron chain snapped.

The iron chain, mixed with silver, was ripped off from the middle and was like a rotten rope in her hands, breaking with the slightest pull.

The jagged edges at the break point demonstrate the immense force applied.

She casually tossed the broken chain aside, then grabbed the second one, and pulled it, and it broke too.

She tore off all eight demon-locking chains in just three or four breaths.

The talismans on the demon-locking chain left charred marks on her body, but these marks were healing at a visible speed.

In just a short while, the scorch marks on her wedding dress disappeared completely, and the golden phoenix shone brightly again, as if it had never been burned.

Zhao Tiezhu's face turned even uglier.

He had long anticipated that the demon-locking chains wouldn't be able to restrain her, but he hadn't expected them to be broken so easily.

These are eight demon-locking chains; even a demon with an eight-inch spiritual root can be locked up for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"Front row, quickly deploy your blade formation!"

The five constables, who were half-crouching in the front row, simultaneously drew their waist knives from the ground. Five golden blade energies converged into a thick blade beam, which slashed towards the female corpse's chest.

This sword, imbued with the combined spiritual power of the five constables and enhanced by the Demon-Trapping Array, is nearly as powerful as a full-force strike from an eight-inch spiritual root.

This time, the female corpse took the initiative to fight back.

She raised her right hand, using one finger to meet the blade's edge.

Her index finger, white and slender, gently touched the tip of the blade.

"bite!!"

A crisp sound was heard, like a jade hairpin striking a porcelain bowl.

The golden blade light shattered at its tip, cracks spreading outwards like a spider web. In the blink of an eye, the entire blade light broke into countless golden fragments, which dissipated in the air.

The five constables coughed up blood at the same time, fell backward, their waist knives shattered inch by inch, and the runes on the blades completely faded.

The female corpse calmly withdrew her finger, leaving not a single scratch on her fingertip.

Li Feng looked at the pile of rubble with a pounding heart.

He had long suspected that the female corpse was very strong, but he didn't expect her to be this strong.

Such a powerful female corpse, her thing must be hard enough to rub a man until he bleeds.

The demon-locking chains were ineffective against her, and the sword array was shattered by her with a single finger. What else could possibly defeat her?

This thing is definitely not something a cultivator at the Spirit Root stage can handle. Even a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage might not be able to gain the upper hand.

Zhao Tiezhu gritted his teeth and charged forward himself.

Li Feng was surprised again, and admired him for being a real man.

His cultivation level was the highest among everyone present; he was an eighth-rank official, equivalent to the early stage of the Qi Refining Realm in the Daoist sect.

The blade energy on the waist knife is not driven by ordinary spiritual power, but by the Legalist school's penal energy blade energy, which has a natural restraining effect on evil spirits.

He took a step forward, slashing horizontally with his waist knife. The blade's energy drew a crescent-shaped golden light in the air, aiming straight for the female corpse's neck.

The blade struck with great force, sweeping away the black and red mist in one fell swoop.

This time, the female corpse didn't dare to be careless and didn't try to catch it with her fingers.

She tilted her head slightly to avoid the sharp edge of the blade, and at the same time stretched out her left hand, her five fingers like claws, directly grabbing at Zhao Tiezhu's chest.

Her movements were incredibly fast; her fair fingers left five dark red afterimages of white bone claws in the air.

Black and red mist swirled around his fingertips, and within the mist, distorted human faces bared their teeth and claws.

Zhao Tiezhu's expression changed, and he hurriedly sheathed his sword and returned to defense.

The waist knife was held horizontally in front of his chest, and the golden blade energy on the blade condensed into a semi-transparent golden shield.

"clang!"

The female corpse gripped the sword and shield with her five fingers, producing a piercing metallic clang.

The sword and shield were torn apart, revealing five clear cracks.

Zhao Tiezhu was so shocked by the claw that he took three steps back, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

His hand ripped open, and blood streamed down the hilt of the knife.

"Officer Zhao!"

One of the constables exclaimed in surprise and wanted to step forward to help.

"Don't come any closer, back off!"

Zhao Tiezhu shouted to stop him, forcibly steadied himself, and attacked again with his sword.

He knew he was no match for the female corpse, but he couldn't back down.

Behind him lay Qingyan City, home to several thousand households. If this female corpse were to enter the city, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Li Feng could see clearly from behind the rubble that although Zhao Tiezhu could hold on for the time being, it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

The female corpse's attacks became increasingly fierce and terrifying; her ten fingers were like hooks, and her resentful aura was terrifying.

The cracks on the sword and shield were increasing, and it was about to give way.

He took out the best quality lightning talisman from his sleeve, hesitated for a moment, and still did not make a move immediately.

The power of this Thunderburst Talisman is equivalent to the full force of a nine-inch spiritual root. It's enough to deal with ordinary demons, but it probably wouldn't even be enough to tickle the female corpse in front of us.

He must continue to wait for the right opportunity to make this talisman work to its fullest potential.

Just then, the one-eyed old man suddenly got up from the ground.

He had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, but now, as if he had made up his mind, he took out a small cloth bag from his pocket and gritted his teeth to tear open the hemp rope at the top of the bag.

A black bead the size of a pigeon egg rolled out of the bag. The surface of the bead was covered with fine cracks, from which a dark red light shone.

The one-eyed old man held the bead in his palm, muttering incantations, a fierce look appearing in his right eye.

"Officer Zhao, get out of the way!"

The one-eyed old man shouted and hurled the black bead at the female corpse with all his might.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhao Tiezhu immediately withdrew and retreated.

The black bead flew to within three feet of the female corpse and exploded with a bang.

A cloud of black mist erupted from the bead, instantly engulfing the female corpse.

From within the black mist came the wails of countless wronged souls, their cries shrill and piercing, like the wailing of tormented spirits in hell.

This is the one-eyed old man's trump card for survival: the Hundred Soul Pearl.

The beads were formed from the resentment of hundreds of wronged souls.

Once it explodes, hundreds of souls will emerge, dragging the target into a vengeful spirit illusion.

Even a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage would need to put in some effort to escape if trapped.

The black mist churned for a while before the wailing gradually subsided.

When the black mist dissipated, the female corpse was still standing in the same spot, her wedding dress stained with black dirt, but otherwise unharmed.

She tilted her head slightly, her scarlet eyes fixed on the one-eyed old man, her killing intent palpable.

The Hundred Soul Pearls had no effect on her!