Ghost Immortal

This realization lessened Li Feng's fear of the bald old man considerably, but he still dared not let his guard down.

Although the bald-headed old man was not a cultivator, the fact that he could create such a bizarre thing as an armored corpse showed that his methods could not be judged by ordinary standards.

The armored corpse's strength is equivalent to a cultivator with a three-inch spiritual root. If the bald old man can refine such a thing, his own strength will only be stronger, and it is impossible for it to be weaker.

Moreover, Li Feng knew very well that the most terrifying thing about the bald old man was not his strength, but his cunning.

For the past sixteen years, the old man has been acting.

He played a kind master and a down-on-his-luck cultivator perfectly.

If Li Feng hadn't personally witnessed the children disappear one by one, and if the old man hadn't let it slip while drunk, Li Feng would still believe his nonsense.

To fight against such a cunning old man, strength alone is not enough; you also need brains.

Li Feng's gaze unconsciously fell on the iron guard on the stone steps.

This armored corpse was left behind by the bald old man to monitor him, and it was also the old man's most trusted guard.

If I can defeat the armored corpse, it means that my strength has surpassed some of the old man's trump cards.

However, he couldn't just rush up and fight the armored corpse head-on, as he wasn't sure if the armored corpse had any hidden tricks that could kill him.

He needed to find a suitable excuse to pretend to casually engage the armored zombie in a probing attack.

The best way is to run away.

If Li Feng pretends to try to escape, the armored zombie will definitely stop him.

Then he can rightfully fight the armored corpse, test its strength, and also test his own current power.

If they hadn't fled too far, the armored corpse probably wouldn't have gone to such lengths to fight him to the death, allowing them to gradually test its strength.

That evening, Li Feng deliberately walked towards the temple gate in front of the armored corpse.

At first, he walked very slowly, pretending to be just strolling around casually, as if he were stretching his muscles.

After taking a few steps, his pace quickened, and his direction became increasingly clear, pointing towards the temple gate.

The armored corpse on the stone steps kept its eyes following him as he moved, and when it saw him trying to escape, it immediately chased after him.

The Iron Guard's heavy footsteps made the stone steps hum, and with each step, the iron armor on its body emitted a harsh scraping sound.

It descended the stone steps and stood between Li Feng and the temple gate, its massive, seven-foot-tall body blocking the way like an iron wall.

Li Feng's heart suddenly raced, and he feigned a panicked expression, as if he had been startled by the Iron Guard's sudden action, and staggered back two steps.

The guard didn't press closer this time; he just stood there, his empty eye sockets still staring in Li Feng's direction, which was quite eerie.

Its task was simply to keep an eye on Li Feng, not to kill him. As long as Li Feng did not leave the dilapidated temple, it would not attack him.

Li Feng had figured out its behavior pattern, gritted his teeth, and suddenly turned and ran in another direction.

This is a side window of the dilapidated temple, a wooden window that has long been broken, barely wide enough for a person to squeeze through.

But Iron Guard reacted faster than he had expected.

The armored corpse's massive body suddenly leaped up, each step covering a distance of several feet, and in three steps it caught up with Li Feng, its bluish-gray giant hand slapping towards Li Feng's back.

The wind generated by this palm strike was extremely strong; if it landed solidly, even a cultivator with a three-inch spiritual root would suffer broken bones and tendons.

Li Feng felt a chill run down his spine, but thankfully he was prepared.

The spiritual energy in his dantian circulated instantly, flowing through his spiritual root to his legs. He activated the Lightness Technique, making his body float like a cloud. With a light touch of his toes on the ground, he floated three feet to the side, barely avoiding the Iron Guard's palm.

"Snapped!"

Iron Guard's palm strike missed its target, but the immense force slammed into the ground, shattering the stone slabs and sending fragments flying.

After landing, Li Feng turned around and unleashed a fireball spell from his right palm!

A fireball the size of a fist shot out from his palm, the scorching heat wave crashing into Iron Guard's chest.

The fireball struck the armored corpse's armor, exploding into orange-red sparks.

The armor sizzled as it burned, and the leather straps on its surface emitted a burnt smell, but the armor itself was not penetrated; only a charred mark was left on its surface.

Iron Guard's body swayed slightly, but only swayed, without taking even half a step back.

"So hard!"

Li Feng cursed inwardly.

The fireball spell was quite powerful, but the armor on this armored corpse was too thick; a fireball the size of a fist simply couldn't penetrate it.

After being hit by the fireball, the Iron Guard seemed to have its resistance mechanism triggered, and its movements suddenly became violent.

It strode towards Li Feng, its two giant bluish-gray hands slamming down simultaneously, at least 30% faster than before.

Li Feng once again used his lightness technique to dodge, while lightning crackled in his right palm.

Palm Thunder!

A bolt of lightning, as thick as a chopstick, struck the Iron Guard in the chest, the lightning leaping and flashing on the armor, crackling and popping.

The armor is made of metal and has extremely high conductivity. The lightning traveled along the armor throughout the Iron Guardian's entire body, freezing its massive form in place and slowing its movements by a beat.

It was this momentary pause that allowed Li Feng to see the flaw.

Iron Guardians are not afraid of fire, but they are afraid of lightning, much like how heavenly thunder restrains demons.

Li Feng felt much more at ease, but instead of pressing his advantage, he pretended to be exhausted by his spiritual energy, staggered backward, and fell to the ground with a thud, feigning fear.

Iron Guard recovered from his paralysis and did not continue his attack.

It regained its footing, silently retreated to the top of the stone steps, and returned to the rigid appearance of an iron statue.

Li Feng sat on the ground, panting heavily. His heart was pounding, and his eyes were shining brightly.

He figured it out!

Iron Guard's strength is around three inches of spiritual root, but its defensive power far exceeds that of an ordinary three-inch spiritual root.

The armored creature was able to withstand the direct impact of the fireball spell. Fortunately, its attack methods were relatively simple, consisting only of slapping with its palms and charging, without any special attack skills.

Its greatest weakness is its fear of lightning, which can be overcome by striking it with a lightning bolt from the palm of your hand.

If Li Feng were to go all out and not hold back, ten palm strikes of lightning would be enough to completely destroy this armored corpse.

This reassurance greatly boosted Li Feng's confidence, but he quickly calmed down again.

Defeating the Iron Guard was only the first step; the real threat was still the old bald man.

Iron Guard was merely a watchdog left behind by the old man; the old man's own methods were certainly no less powerful than Iron Guard's.

The old man can turn a living person into an armored corpse, and can transform a living person into a mindless monster in four days. This method is far more terrifying than fireballs and palm lightning.

Li Feng must prepare for the worst!

The old man waited sixteen years just to refine Li Feng into a human elixir.

The medicinal effects in Li Feng's body have now reached their peak, and the old man went to town to buy the last good medicine. Everything is ready except for the final push.

Once the old man returned, the first thing he did was throw Li Feng into the cauldron, light a big fire, and refine him for three days and three nights.

Therefore, Li Feng had to strike first before the old man could make a move.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have enough tricks up his sleeve yet.

Fireball and Palm Lightning are quite powerful, but facing a freakish old monster like the Bald Old Man head-on is too risky.

He needs some safer methods, some methods that will allow him to win in one fell swoop.

Li Feng reopened the tattered book, and after looking through it for a while, his gaze settled on the talisman.

A talisman is a special talisman paper and cinnabar used to seal spiritual power within the talisman paper, forming a one-time spell.

The advantage of talismans is that they do not require the user to consume their own spiritual power when used, and they can be prepared in advance.

The downside is that it requires special materials, such as talisman paper and cinnabar.

Li Feng searched through everything in the dilapidated temple, but couldn't find even talismans or cinnabar.

However, the book mentions that the essence of talismans is to seal spiritual power in a carrier, which can be talisman paper, animal hide, wooden pieces, jade tablets, or even ordinary cloth.

Cinnabar is not necessary; any pigment that can carry spiritual energy will do, or even blood mixed with wood ash will suffice.