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Chapter 271 The Horrifying Corpse
The rotten head screamed silently, emitting invisible and horrifying sound waves.

The imperial teacher had a ferocious look in his eyes. He seized the opportunity and pointed downward, and the huge red sword that gathered the energy and spirit of eight million soldiers fell down.

The tip of the sword pierced directly into the mouth of the rotten head, passing through the throat, leaving only the hilt outside.

Red lightning and fire burst out from the mouth of the rotten head with a rumbling sound.

The original stalemate between the platinum giant hand and the corpse also changed, and the corpse was slowly pulled back to the underworld by the platinum giant hand.

Swish!
Seven-colored fairy light hung down from the sky, and the figure of the Emperor Ancestor appeared above the rotten corpse, holding the Fairy King Sutra in his hand, releasing fluctuations of the perfect Fairy King level.

As soon as he appeared, the corpse seemed to sense something. Its momentum increased and it struggled to crawl out of the valley.

The two rotten hands kept pushing the edge of the valley whirlpool, causing the scope of the whirlpool to gradually expand.

"Gale!"

With a roar, the Imperial Master supported himself on the ground with his hands, and his broken legs instantly recovered. Then he raised his hands high, and the power of the eight formations gathered and crushed his arms into powder.

An illusory red spear rose up. The Emperor Ancestor held the spear in his right hand and the Immortal King Sutra in his left hand. The seven-colored fairy light on his body became more and more intense.

"Gale!"

He roared and swung the spear in his hand like a vicious dragon circling a pillar. The seven-colored fairy light swirling around him gradually turned black and turned into a black dragon.

Roar--! ! !
The black dragon roared and smashed down towards the corpse below. The corpse seemed to be aware of it and closed its two rotten hands to cover the black dragon.

call--!
The blazing black flames burned, igniting the two big hands, and then condensed into a dragon shape again and flew towards the corpse's head, crashing straight into the rotten head's mouth.

Red lightning and black flames instantly covered the entire body of the rotting corpse, and the few hairs that were already there were all burned to ashes.

puff!
The sound of something breaking through the clouds was heard, and below the rotting corpse, a giant platinum hand stretched out from the whirlpool of the valley and hit the corpse directly on the neck.

With a "click" sound, the corpse's head was twisted off and fell to the side.

Then, the smell of the rotting corpse gradually faded away.

The Imperial Master stood at the edge of the valley, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as his arms gradually recovered.

He looked up into the sky, and was about to congratulate His Majesty on achieving the title of Immortal King, but then he sensed a terrifying aura gradually rising from the valley.

All the rotten parts of the corpse with a broken neck were filled with dense skeleton insects, and the red line on the head cracked, revealing fangs.

As the skeleton insects surged, the corpse's broken neck lifted up and recovered as before, and even his sparse hair grew back.

The most terrifying thing is that after being healed by the skeleton worms, the degree of decay of the corpse is actually getting lighter!

This means that this rotten corpse is gradually recovering to its peak state!
If it cannot be eliminated in a short period of time, this corpse will become increasingly difficult to deal with, and may even come back to life at some point!
The owner of the giant platinum hand seemed to have noticed this as well, and it gradually sank into the vortex at the bottom of the valley.

The Imperial Master was startled upon seeing this and became worried.

Although His Majesty has already attained the status of Immortal King, his strength is still inferior to that of this rotten corpse. If it were not for this person's action, His Majesty and the imperial army would probably not be a match for this rotten corpse.

He did not forget that the fatal blow just now was caused by this giant platinum hand.

But what is the origin of the owner of this giant platinum hand? How could such a terrifying existence be hidden in the underworld?

Moreover, when he looked at the giant platinum hand, why did he feel it was somewhat familiar?

Could it be that this is a method left behind by the Ancestral King or the two Gods of Formation in the ancient history of the dynasty?

In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through his mind, but the next moment, a loud bang brought him back to reality.

There was a loud 'boom' and the space within a radius of 100,000 miles with the valley as the center began to crack, with spatial cracks of varying depths emerging.

Before he could react, he saw a flash of platinum light, and then he saw the rotten head in the valley suddenly lean back.

The next moment, a black shadow flashed before his eyes, carrying a strong fishy smell. "Oh no! Corpse poison!"

He was startled and quickly activated the Fuxi Bagua Formation. Red flames burned and turned the corpse poison in the air into fine ash.

The Emperor Ancestor Huangzun barely avoided the rotten corpses rising into the sky, stared at the valley, and saw a figure radiating platinum light crawling out of the valley.

The imperial teacher widened his eyes, Qin Jiang!
The owner of that giant platinum hand is Qin Jiang!
This, this, this
For a moment, his mind short-circuited and he didn't know how to react.

When did Qin Jiang become so strong? He could actually compete with the Immortal King?!
No, that's not right! It's not a competition. Qin Jiang's strength at this moment is clearly superior to that rotten corpse!
Qin Jiang, who was over a thousand feet tall, stood above the whirlpool in the valley, looking up at the rotting corpse, or the Lord of the Underworld, swooping down from the sky.

At this moment, all the masters above the True Immortal level in the entire continent saw this tall platinum figure.

Standing alone under the moon, he is just like the aloof immortal king recorded in history books.

On Ouhe Mountain, Immortal Lord Taiyin’s throat rolled as he looked at the platinum figure in disbelief.

"He, he is Qin Xianjun?"

Behind her, Linglong Immortal Lord also showed an expression of disbelief for the first time.

Of course, she knew how incredible Qin Jiang's talent was. He was much stronger than Emperor Zixuan, who was promoted to the Saint Lord level the fastest in a million years.

With such talent, becoming an Immortal King is absolutely a piece of cake.

But she never thought that Qin Jiang's time of enlightenment would come so early.

But suddenly, she seemed to remember something, "Taiyin, quickly condense the Immortal King Body! The real life-and-death battle is coming!"

Under the pull of cause and effect, the blurry picture she deduced finally became clear, and a touch of platinum light rose from the endless dark energy that enveloped the continent.

But she didn't know whether this platinum light could penetrate the dark energy.

In Luotian Pavilion, the Pavilion Master of Luotian Pavilion changed into the sect's most precious inheritance, the Luotian Fairy Robe. The somewhat feminine dress did not look out of place on him.

There is no other reason. After all, Pavilion Master Luo Tian is known as the most handsome man in the continent.

"Pavilion Master! The Star Shifting Sky Formation has been fully charged!"

"Okay! Lock on to that rotten corpse!"

In Digu, Qin Jiang took a look at the large formations around him. He recognized them as the Fuxi Bagua Formation and the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation.

He raised his hand and waved it. A streak of platinum light fell on the eight people around the valley. With the eight people as the node, the surging platinum light gradually covered the eight million soldiers.

Then he flicked his five fingers, and 365 platinum light balls fell on the 365 array centers on the periphery.

At this moment, everyone felt that the connection between themselves and the formation had become perfect.

And the most important thing is that they all had a feeling that when they activated the formation, all damage would not fall on them.

The Imperial Master stared at the platinum giant in front of him in a daze. He knew that the other party was using the supreme formation to bless the formation and all the damage he would suffer would be transferred to himself.

The Emperor Ancestor stood in mid-air beside Qin Jiang, looking at the army below.

"People of the dynasty, we are going to deal with the Lord of the Underworld in ancient legends, Lord Yinming. I beg you to do your best to help Lord Qin defeat the enemy."

As his voice spread, all the imperial soldiers pounded their spears on the ground, making a loud and uniform sound.

"Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"

The majestic roar shook the universe, and a terrifying fighting spirit rose up, almost turning into substance, stirring up the clouds in the sky.

(End of this chapter)