Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The corpses at the front were immediately cut by the sword energy, leaving several sword marks. Some had their arms and legs severed, while others lost their heads, which were covered by coarse yellow cloth, making it difficult for them to get up again.

The sword energy also swept past the corpse, then slashed at the withered monster praying behind it, before landing on the surface of the black tree.

As a result, the tall tree was immediately marked with ferocious sword patterns in different directions.

"So you couldn't cut it off directly..." Xi Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, and without hesitation, he put the blade back to his shoulder, gathered his strength for a moment, and then unleashed a sword-falling rain of blood at the thick tree trunk.

"Wait..." Yin Wanluan raised his hand, but the sharp blade had already swung down.

The intense white aura, tinged with crimson waves, instantly imprinted itself on the center of the black tree, creating a hideous rift.

As the white ripples subsided, a short, light gray-haired girl suddenly appeared in the center of a one-meter-wide rift. She was dressed in plain white, kneeling in a prayerful posture with her eyes closed.

Xi Heng blinked.

Yin Wanluan then rushed to her side, saw the girl who had inexplicably appeared in the tree trunk, and sighed softly:

“Demons and vengeful spirits created from resentment generally require a person with a large amount of resentment as the main body. The girl in front of us is the main body of the vengeful demon... You and I should deal with the surrounding little ghosts first and make full preparations before awakening this big ghost.”

“A big ghost, huh…” Xi Heng glanced at Yin Wanluan with a strange look in his eyes.

After that, she continued to raise her sword towards the black tree, preparing to meet the enemy.

Ahead, the pale-skinned little girl in the black tree, who looked as if she had died once, opened her eyes, revealing hazy gray pupils.

She didn't rush over like the hanged ghost from before, but only looked at Xi Heng and Yin Wanluan with hazy eyes.

Then, he opened his mouth and said in a weak, soft voice:

"White-haired sister... are you messengers from the altar?"

"They seem to be somewhat conscious?"

Xi Heng paused his sword strike for a moment because of what the other person said.

After a few seconds of silence, Yin Wanluan leaned forward and said in a gentle voice, "Yes, we're here to rescue you."

"It's okay, it's okay if you don't save me..." the other person said weakly.

"I just want to ask, when my older sister was suddenly taken away, people said she was going on a pilgrimage to a holy place where she would be happy forever. Is my sister there now?"

Yin Wanluan opened her mouth, intending to agree, but no sound came out.

"Later someone told me that my sister was pushed into the fire and burned alive..." The little girl's voice grew lower and lower, no longer sounding weak, but faintly revealing a dark sense of threat:

"is this real?"

“…” Yin Wanluan was speechless.

Xi Heng's eyes flickered.

"So it's true." The other person's previously listless face became more bitter, and twisted with resentment.

Then, her childish voice was tinged with the lamentation and hatred of a lost soul.

"My sister is being burned, it must be very painful for her... You all need to be in a lot of pain too... I will kill you slowly, it has to be painful enough..."

Strands of black energy emanated from her body and merged into the black tree.

Instantly, the black tree's stiff trunk began to twist and move, its branches growing and intertwining, transforming into the shape of many thick arms.

The earth shook violently, and numerous roots of all sizes broke through the stone slabs on the ground, swaying on the surface like fingers.

The next instant, arms, roots, and branches all aimed at Xi Heng and Yin Wanluan.

A torrent of resentment erupted from the black tree, transforming into a black mist that roared in.

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Volume 1: Chapter 186 (Chapter 179), The Criticized Person

In the central square of an unnamed village in the outer region of the Pure Fire Realm.

The deep black giant tree, like a flag bearer waving a flag, waved its dozen or so enormous arms formed from its canopy.

The originally stiff, black tree trunk, after twisting into strangely shaped fingers and arms, became as smooth and flexible as vines.

There are no rigid skeletal restrictions, allowing for free rotation in every position.

The tree roots that broke through the ground were also like that, soft like the tentacles of an octopus in water, with their tips pointed at the two people who were preparing to fight.

Black mist emanated from the roots of the black tree, accompanied by a resentful voice:

"You people are all liars..."

The black mist blurred its main shape, making it difficult for the human eye to see the black tree within tens of meters.

All that could be seen was a dark-colored monster, several meters wide, continuously twisting its many limbs.

"Why did you trick us into going to our deaths... to do such a cruel thing..."

The resentment grew stronger as the voice rang out.

"Why did you have to separate me from my sister..."

"why?"

With a sound, Xi Heng felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly tremble.

The next instant, two rough tree roots emerged from beneath the rubble and mud, piercing towards their backs like sharp blades.

The black claws stained with resentment at the sharp points of the tree roots can break through the defenses of a Qi Refining cultivator.

Xi Heng easily dodged the threat, but in the blink of an eye, he saw that Yin Wanluan beside him seemed to be frozen in place, while the wooden splinters on the ground were about to pierce her flesh.

With a swift stroke of her phoenix-patterned longsword, the girl cleaved the root tips into fragments with even greater speed, thus blocking an attack for her opponent.

The ground is still shaking, and more root spikes are about to prick us.

Xi Heng immediately grabbed his companion's waist with his right hand and used his Light Swallow Skill to carry him to a higher place, avoiding the attack from the ground.

Yin Wanluan only came to her senses when she realized that a hand was wrapped around her soft waist.

Her pale golden eyes moved, her gaze landing on Xi Heng, who was protecting her.

"Why are you dazed?"

The other party was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's just due to resentment. Thank you."

"Oh." Xi Heng had just released his right hand from the other's waist when he heard a whooshing sound from above, accompanied by a tremendous force pressing down.

She channeled her inner energy, and with both hands, she forcefully thrust the sharp blade upwards.

The sword tip drew white, malevolent waves in the air, accompanied by waves of blood and intense killing intent.

The approaching object drew ever closer, its outline emerging from the thick black fog—a giant hand formed from the tangled branches of black tree trunks.

The giant hand, filled with resentment, collided with the white sword energy, producing a loud thud like the beating of a drum.

With his sword intent, Xi Heng could see the sword energy cleaving the giant hand in the mist in two.

The broken branches fell separately.

Yin Wanluan, standing behind, activated a spell, his wrists twisting and pressing, creating a fiery spiritual light shield around his body that blocked objects of all sizes falling from above.

One of the demon tree's hands was severed, but more hands followed in quick succession.

Xi Heng's sword kept moving, and in a short period of time he unleashed dozens of sword energies, simultaneously slicing the dozen or so giant hands that were attacking into pieces.

The wooden hand seemed to have a sense of pain; every time it was slashed by the sword energy, the girl in the distant tree would let out a strange scream.

Each scream intensifies the resentment.

The black mist trembled in response to the sound waves.

At the same time, several hoarse, mournful cries, sounding like the howling of wind through torn paper, came from various directions within the black mist.

Just as the howl of the alpha wolf triggered a reaction from the entire pack, bitter moans echoed throughout the ghost town, regardless of whether the area was covered by black mist or not.

The falling wood fragments smashed the ground into ruins.

Yin Wanluan on the rear finally made some moves, releasing another burst of fire magic, burning all the remaining branches and rotten wood on the surrounding ground.

The flames of the fire magic are pale gold with a white tinge, which can burn away the black mist.

As the view gradually cleared, the eerie appearance of the black tree came into view again.

After Xi Heng slashed away many sword energies, the giant tree in front of him had obviously lost its momentum, and its dozen or so wooden hands were all missing half of their parts.

The pale flames burning all over the ground also spread towards the black tree itself.

"It hurts so much..." The short-haired girl with the crack in the tree covered her head with her hands and squatted down, trembling all over.

"Are you going to burn me to death too?"

As the words rose, the resentment grew even more intense, and the withered figures at the foot of the tree all raised their heads and roared hoarsely to the sky.

Immediately, the sound of doors slamming open echoed throughout the town, as numerous angry, growling people carrying various crude weapons emerged and gathered towards the location of the black tree.

Their brows were split, and their pale bodies were darkened by the black aura.

Before long, the first wave of controlled undead approached like a tide.

They brandished their weapons menacingly and charged forward madly.

Xi Heng, who was being targeted, calmly raised the sharp blade back to his shoulder, gathering his strength.

As the monster approached, he stepped forward, spun around, and swept his blade horizontally.

In a brief moment, a circular white mark was drawn in the air by the sharp blade, and it quickly spread to the location of the horde of corpses.

The sword trembled and hummed softly, its power reaching a hundred meters.

With a single sweep of the sword, countless heads were severed from the body, black blood gushing from the neck, propelling the heads upwards like a fountain.

Numerous ugly heads drew arcs in the air before falling naturally to the ground.

It might fall onto burning logs and be ignited along with them, or it might roll directly onto the charred ground.

Those who lost their heads or necks would fall to the ground while running, twitching and moving as if guided by resentment. But without their heads and instincts, they could no longer stand up and could only tremble like maggots.

Although the head is separated from the body, it still retains consciousness.

The numerous heads, with their mouths open and closed, twisted in different directions using this only movable part of their bodies, emitting all sorts of eerie and sinister sounds.

Xi Heng didn't pay much attention. After slaying this wave, he only looked at the other wave of zombie ghosts attacking from behind.

With his right hand, he lightly twirled the phoenix-patterned blade, shattering the white barrier in a sudden thrust, sending it hurtling forward with a whooshing sound.

Despite the increased physical strength of the rigged corpse due to the suction of resentment, it was still no match for her sword.

As the sword energy swept across the ground, the corpses were all shattered into a pile of rotten flesh, scattered on the ground.

Accompanied by the painful roars and resentful words of the black tree on one side, waves of villagers continued to rush in.

The saintess at the back, seeing the sword energy constantly shifting, pursed her lips and asked:

"How much longer can you hold on?"

"A whole day."

Xi Heng replied casually.

If she were still at the Transformation Realm, she could only use such a move twenty or thirty times at most, and would have run out of time long ago.

But now, all she's expending is the strength to flex her muscles and internal energy.

……

While Xi Heng was facing thousands of zombies, Yin Wanluan was also fighting against the Black Tree.

For some reason, she seemed unwilling to use her most proficient fire magic to attack, but instead activated the magical artifact she carried, summoning auspicious clouds to aid her in battle.

The auspicious clouds could illuminate the area, gradually dispelling the resentment floating on the surface of the black tree.

However, the speed was too slow, unable to keep up with the black resentment emanating from the brow of the corpse below.

The battle reached a stalemate, and time slowly passed.

A few minutes later, Xi Heng killed the last group of zombies and let out a soft breath.

He relaxed his posture and turned to look at the battle between Yin Wanluan and the Black Tree's main body on the other side.

As a result, the battle made virtually no progress...

The numerous black vines were successively shattered by Yin Wanluan's auspicious clouds, and the radiant light from the clouds continuously dissipated the resentment. The two forces were wearing each other down, and this battle was likely to last for quite some time.

Xi Heng shook his head slightly, preparing to draw his sword and end the battle.