Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 312

Clearly, Li Zhuiyuan's reaction exceeded the other party's expectations, but the other party did not reveal himself and remained completely covered up.

The next moment, the sand on the ground became even more agitated, and the Qi mechanism accurately targeted Li Zhuiyuan.

She herself then began to flee.

This is a very correct crisis management strategy: to launch a new offensive while covering one's retreat to a safe distance.

Li Zhuiyuan understood even more why she had risked getting close earlier; she wanted to shrink the array's range and trap Master Zhao as soon as possible.

This may be related to the other party's "disguise technique" approach. For example, Zhao Yi's approach requires ensuring the integrity of the face, while the other party needs to preserve other aspects.

However, now that we're here, leaving won't be so easy.

Li Zhuiyuan rarely had the opportunity to get up close and personal with an excellent formation master.

The boy raised his right hand and moved his fingertips slightly.

The invisible barrier beneath its feet rapidly extended outwards, covering the trembling sand around it and calming it down.

Immediately, the boy pointed forward with his left hand, and the suppressive force surged towards the opponent's position like a flood breaking through a dam.

The opponent began to dodge, constantly changing their position, while also creating several other auras to confuse the "vision".

However, Li Zhuiyuan's left hand always followed the lock, and no matter how she changed, it would be quickly guided.

On the last occasion, Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the wrong spot, pointing to an empty space.

But a breath later, the other person appeared in that empty spot.

At this moment, horror flashed in the woman's eyes, which meant that the other party had seen through her prediction.

"Buzz!"

There was no overwhelming force, no flying sand and stones. The duel between array masters often began in silence and ended in stillness. Outsiders could hardly appreciate it, let alone understand what they were doing.

Only a small patch of sand swept by, and the woman's figure appeared out of thin air.

She is "Cui Xinyue", Zhao Yi's fake second aunt.

But now, she removed her disguise, revealing her true appearance.

A woman around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a classic oval face, a cool demeanor, long black hair covering half of her body, and wearing a red fairy dress.

It gives the impression of a female clay figurine unearthed from an ancient Han Dynasty tomb.

Although both sides played with small formations, it's like playing Go on a fine traditional board versus a mini plastic board bought from a stationery store in Shinan Town. The difference in skill level between the two players won't be affected by this.

The woman was utterly defeated.

However, it is difficult to kill a woman directly in this way; it can only cause her body to suffer a backlash and her mind to be damaged.

However, the woman's reaction made Li Zhuiyuan's gaze sharpen.

"Click..."

A crack appeared between the woman's eyebrows, and then the piece detached and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, like that of ceramics.

Li Zhuiyuan's right palm felt slightly itchy.

He also possessed this ceramic, which was now embedded in his flesh and blood, used as a catalyst for the array.

Back in Lijiang, at the guesthouse owned by Fat Jin, a woman named Xu Yijin, who was staying with us, had a life-or-death conflict with us, and she ended up dying.

Xu Yijin's blood porcelain fell into Li Zhuiyuan's hands. When the boy was observing and studying the blood porcelain, he saw a phantom image of a woman holding up a red porcelain bottle and placing it in a sea of ​​blood for a sacrifice.

The person in front of me is definitely not a family member of Xu Yijin. The two have taken completely different paths. Moreover, if Xu Yijin had a family member of this caliber, she wouldn't have gone to the river alone in the first place.

It is highly likely that the woman in front of us has obtained a more complete blood porcelain inheritance.

Xu Yijin inherited the blood porcelain that her family worshipped, but this woman got even more, and may even have the rest in her hands. She even integrated her own flesh and blood into this blood porcelain.

This is the journey along the river, and the reason why outstanding figures throughout history have flocked to it. Many unknown secrets will be revealed as the river propels you forward.

They either drowned in the river or stood on the surface, being lifted higher and higher.

The cracks on the woman's forehead began to be filled.

This move was simply ingenious, concentrating the damage that should have been suffered by the entire body and mind onto a single point.

For an ordinary person, doing this would be fatal, but for her, it would minimize the harm.

Li Zhuiyuan began to rub his right thumb against his palm.

He was captivated by the more complete blood porcelain on the woman's body.

Of course, the small piece of blood porcelain on his body was enough for him to use, and the boy would not do anything to fuse his own flesh and blood with the blood porcelain. In order to ensure the development of his body, he had not even started practicing martial arts, so naturally he would not do anything that would kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

However, if more blood porcelain could be obtained, it could be used in the "rune armor" that he was going to make next.

If the "talisman armor" design in Wei Zhengdao's book were reinforced with blood porcelain, the strength of the two generals would be further unleashed.

This means that Li Zhuiyuan could now carry two top-tier officials and spirit mediums with him.

It's no longer about making up for the weakness of not being able to practice martial arts, but about making it one of one's strengths.

At this moment, Li Zhuiyuan was truly grateful to the other party for casually killing him, their "child," earlier.

Murder for treasure, that doesn't sound very nice.

It sounds much better when it can be used for self-defense, counterattack, and cleaning up the battlefield.

Often, when Li Zhuiyuan does things, he has to give an explanation to Heaven, and his explanations are different in nature from those of others.

For example, when he killed Zhao Yanglin yesterday, he introduced himself, and his companions all thought that Brother Xiaoyuan was talking to a dead man, but in reality, there was someone else listening above him.

After the red line was deduced, Li Zhuiyuan's understanding of cause and effect and the natural order became increasingly profound.

The disastrous work Wei Zhengdao did back then has had a lasting negative impact, and the Qin and Liu families, who lack the spiritual lineage of the Dragon King Sect, are trying to salvage it.

To put it bluntly, this is a power struggle within the political vetting process.

The shadow of the Fengdu Emperor said that the Heavenly Dao would not allow him to live to adulthood. But no matter what, the Heavenly Dao still allows him to live. To become a tool in the Heavenly Dao's hand and achieve a tacit understanding, there must be the assistance of the identities of the two Dragon King factions.

When Liu Yumei held her initiation ceremony, the lanterns on the river spontaneously combusted before they were lit. It seemed meaningless, but wasn't it also a timely way to make amends after the fact?

In retrospect, Li Zhuiyuan felt that he was both confused and walking on thin ice at the time.

The woman did not speak; she simply clasped her hands together.

Li Zhuiyuan's earlobe twitched slightly; he heard a dense, soft friction sound coming from inside the woman's body.

The steel and concrete in the surrounding ruins have all shifted slightly.

The array master emphasizes using the array as a medium to borrow the power of heaven and earth, but she does the opposite, using herself as the medium to forcibly mobilize it.

This is mainly because she is physically strong.

This shows they're still not convinced and want to fight again.

She must have informed her partners not to interfere for the time being.

It is a blessing to meet outstanding peers. Learning from and competing with each other is a pleasure in itself. More importantly, it can also reflect the steps of one's own progress.

The most important reason is that her gaze began to probe downwards. Although she had not yet found any traces, she was not naive enough to think that this young array master who had arrived before her would not have set up an array under these ruins.

In fact, what the opponent had revealed earlier was only the tip of the iceberg of the formation.

At this point, letting her partner act rashly could easily lead them into the other party's trap and cause unnecessary losses, so she decided to test the waters herself first.

It's a very rational choice, because when faced with the overwhelming force of arrays, array masters are definitely better at reacting and handling the situation than others.

It's now almost certain that the woman is the head of her team.

Li Zhuiyuan did the same, not giving orders to his companions to take action.

Since the other party wants to fight "king against king" first, then we can capture the king first.

Having survived the ordeal in Fengdu, and especially after turning the bitter fruit that the Great Emperor had deliberately left for his team into a boon, Li Zhuiyuan is now confident that he can compete with any team on the river.

"Squeak squeak squeak... squeak squeak squeak..."

At first it was just a part, then it became a whole, and gradually, the garbage on the ruins seemed to be given a kind of life force.

The woman's mouth was open, her lips appearing to have been cut, creating a gap, but they quickly returned to their original shape; then they were cut again, and they returned to their original shape again...

Using herself as the center of the formation, the core of the formation lies within her.

This is even more ruthless than Zhao Yi to himself, after all, Zhao Yi just likes to dig into his heart fountain when he has nothing to do.

This woman, however, could endure the pain of her internal organs shifting and dislocating, and even the cutting involved.

One leaf falling heralds autumn; the complete replacement of the Zhao family's outer residence is truly no injustice. From this woman alone, one can see just how capable the team Jiang Shui has assembled this time truly is.

"Thump. Thump! Thump!"

Dust billowed up from all directions, instantly enveloping the location where Li Zhuiyuan was.

Tan Wenbin was still on the second floor at the back, protecting the female corpse.

On the periphery, Runsheng and Lin Shuyou did not follow suit.

On the one hand, it's about team discipline; on the other hand, everyone has complete confidence in Xiao Yuan's formation skills.

At this moment, Li Zhuiyuan's vision was covered by a gray fog, and his other senses were also distorted.

A huge shadow appeared behind Li Zhuiyuan.

"boom!"

The invisible barrier began to distort.

Li Zhuiyuan turned around and saw a cement giant.

The giant retreated, and then charged again.

"boom!"

The barrier has developed cracks.

The giant retreated again, and another charge came.

Li Zhuiyuan took three steps sideways.

"Click..."

The giant smashed through the barrier and charged forward, passing right beside Li Zhuiyuan before disappearing into the gray fog ahead.

After a while, Li Zhuiyuan moved again and stood still.

The giant reappeared, rushed out, and once again grazed past the boy's body.

"Dong dong dong... dong dong dong..."

More footsteps could be heard from within the gray fog.

Li Zhuiyuan began to move forward, but he did not walk in a straight line; sometimes he would even walk backward.

One after another, the cement giants charged out, but none of them managed to hit him. Even when multiple giants charged out together, Li Zhuiyuan was still able to stay in a safe blind spot.

Until, a woman sat on the shoulder of a giant.

As the giant continued to whiz past the boy, the woman swooped down and pounced on Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan lifted his foot and stomped lightly on the ground.

The previously set-up formation was activated, one of the giant's feet was bound, his body spun, and his fist smashed towards the falling woman.

"boom!"

That punch landed squarely.

The woman was sent flying backward and fell into the gray mist.

Li Zhuiyuan spread out his right hand, and blood mist filled the air.

A faint red tinge appeared in the eyes of the giant beside him.

They stopped charging at the boy and instead surged into the gray fog, beginning to trample him.

A red figure flickered in the gray mist, her evasions unlike the boy's previous composure.

However, Li Zhuiyuan did not pursue the attack, because the gray mist behind him was changing color, and countless black moths flew out.

Li Zhuiyuan stood still, letting the black moths surround and cover him.

The mental array can stir emotions, leading to madness and loss of direction.

A woman's face appeared. This face was large and reflected a peculiar luster. She opened her mouth and kept exhaling towards the boy's position. The black moths flew out of her mouth.

deep in consciousness.

In the fishpond that the fisherman had dug, new feed kept falling in, causing the fish to scramble for it.

In the battle of formation masters, every move is extremely valuable. The effect may not meet expectations, and moves can be countered, but you cannot make a useless move. Once you do, it is as if you have opened your chest.

Suddenly, the black moths began to tremble violently, emitting a collective, mournful sound.

Large swarms of black moths fell, revealing the boy's figure that had been shrouded in mist.

Li Zhuiyuan pressed his left fingertip across the red clay, then drew a spell on his right forearm. Once the spell was complete, his left fingertip slid down to his right palm, where his right index and middle fingers joined together, pointing directly at the enormous woman's face in front of him.

"Shock, intimidate, destroy, collapse!"

In an instant, all the black moths around him scattered and turned into black blood that fell to the ground.

The woman's porcelain-like face first contorted, then large cracks appeared, and she let out a terrible scream:
"what!!!!!"

She wanted to escape and return to the gray mist, but as the boy took a step forward, chains burning with karmic fire shot out from below, binding her large face.

After a brief stalemate, the large face collapsed, the gray mist dissipated, and everything that had happened before vanished without a trace, like a mirage.

However, centered on the boy, a large area of ​​cement blocks turned into dust, and the steel bars all rusted into scrap, as if the ground had just undergone a leveling process.

The woman knelt on one knee, her hands supporting her with her fingers, her head tilted back, struggling in great pain.

His face was covered with cracks, like the surface of a broken porcelain piece.

Compared to the physical pain, the inner frustration was many times greater.

If the young man had played a proper game with her, the outcome would have been spectacular. But in reality, the young man deliberately put himself on the defensive from the very beginning, letting her do as she pleased.

Then, look for loopholes in her plans and launch a counterattack.

This feeling is like a teacher facing their students.

Li Zhuiyuan walked towards the woman.

The woman remained kneeling on one knee, her body in a state of spasm, unable to get up.

Even so, accompanied by the intense friction sounds emanating from within its body, formations continued to take shape, and the effects of the formations were continuously activated.

It's a very novel feeling; she's treating the formation as a magical technique.

With a flick of his right hand, blood mist filled the air, and a ceramic-colored array flag appeared in his hand.

The array flags swayed slightly, and the array effects that should have been applied to him were pushed away one by one, without even hindering the boy's progress.

Upon seeing the blood-porcelain color, the woman's pupils dilated, and she finally spoke.

"Blood Sea Porcelain..."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded. He finally knew the name of the small porcelain shard in his palm, which really matched the illusion he had seen.

The boy walked up to the woman and gripped the battle flag in his right hand.

"Snapped!"

The battle flags shattered.

Also shattered were all the formations that were still writhing and taking shape inside the woman's body.

The woman convulsed, her mouth opened wide, and her chest heaved, producing a series of sounds like porcelain shattering.

"You are Zhao Yi."

After asking the question, the woman's eyes dimmed, clearly indicating that she had rejected her guess.

The Zhao family has a genius who is currently traveling the Jianghu and has made a name for himself in the martial arts world.

When they were assessing this wave and formulating their plan, they also considered the potential impact if Zhao Yi were to return.

If it really is Zhao Yi, then he can indeed cause a lot of trouble for his team, not to mention that this is Zhao's home turf.

The problem is, the ages don't match.

During their previous encounters, they could sense each other's auras. Now that the distance has closed, she, whose flesh and blood have turned to porcelain, is even more sensitive to fresh flesh and blood.

She was certain that the boy in front of her was not disguised; what he was showing was his real age.

That wouldn't be Zhao Yi.

He is... a more terrifying existence than Zhao Yi.

A strong sense of lingering fear arose in the woman's heart. He was already so terrifying at such a young age. If he were to come of age and walk on the river, with the favorable winds helping him grow, how many people on this river could still suppress him?

"You're not a member of the Zhao family?"

That's a pointless question.

A boy with such talent would be cherished as a family treasure no matter which family he was placed in. How could he possibly be led around by that Second Master Zhao?

Even if he was born to a concubine, no, even if he had no blood relation to the Zhao family, as long as he was nominally willing to join the Zhao family, he would be treated sincerely by the Zhao family. The elders of the Zhao family would probably even give him a special iron chain so that he could take the Second Master Zhao for a walk to relieve his boredom when he had nothing to do.

Li Zhuiyuan: "My surname is not Zhao."

The boy knew what she was planning.

"The evil of the Zhao family of Jiujiang has spread far and wide, and is intolerable to Heaven and Earth. Today, I uphold the righteous path and will purge the Zhao family of Jiujiang to restore order to the world. If you obstruct me, you will surely be punished by Heaven!"

Those who travel across the river carry heavy karmic burdens. Even if they both secretly plot to kill each other while traveling together, they cannot act as they please on the surface.

Last time in Lijiang, Jiangshui introduced broken jade. Taking this opportunity, those who held broken jade were regarded as evil spirits and could be killed by everyone. That was a "specially opened official channel".

The woman didn't know that Li Zhuiyuan was also on the river. If she had known, she would have been more confident when she said those words.

Li Zhuiyuan responded:
"You're going to kill me."

Do you even know who you're protecting?!

"You're going to kill me."

Do you know what the consequences are for those who act as accomplices to evil?

"You're going to kill me."

"You still have a long life ahead of you. You should clarify your true nature and take it upon yourself to uphold justice. Only then will you be protected by heaven and earth when you travel the world in the future, and live up to your talents and abilities."

"You're going to kill me."

The woman's eyes turned bloodshot; she finally understood and asked in an extremely suppressed voice:

"You deliberately?"

Even before taking action, a master of formations deliberately pretended to be a terrified illegitimate son.

The turning point came when I made my move against him.

At that moment, her mind was entirely focused on Master Zhao, who was on the second floor, about to commit an indecent act with the female corpse.

He had the mentality that since the child was a bastard of the Zhao family anyway, killing him wouldn't hurt.

This wave of divine will has led them to dig up the roots of the Zhao family in Jiujiang. In their eyes, killing even one person with the surname Zhao is a meritorious act. As for the concubines... even a mosquito's leg is meat.

Li Zhuiyuan said very calmly:

"I gave you a chance; you chose this path yourself."

The boy was waiting for the woman's companions to make a move, but so far, they had not shown up.

The kites in the sky were still circling, the person in the distant building was still hiding, and no one in the outer storm had run out.

This shows that the woman anticipated her next move.

What he does next will most likely be met with a counterattack from the woman.

But there's something he still has to do.

If we don't get this momentum going, we won't be able to develop further, and we won't be able to achieve our goals.

The boy's right palm, blood forming array patterns, slapped down on the woman's forehead.

"Snapped!"

His palm pressed against the woman's forehead, then moved upwards.

Li Zhuiyuan wanted to extract the Blood Sea Porcelain from the woman's body.

The woman rolled her eyes upward, revealing the whites of her eyes, and let out a broken wail from her throat, her body involuntarily moving upward.

"Kakakaka!"

Suddenly, the woman's limbs turned, her hands under the flowing skirt retracted and became feet, and when her feet emerged from under the skirt again, they transformed into hands.

Her "hands" grabbed the boy's ankles.

This was the maximum she could do, given that her body was being suppressed by the backlash.

Immediately afterwards, the woman's head flipped over like a glass marble, and the boy felt a slippery sensation in his hand. The forehead that his palm had been touching had turned into the woman's mouth.

The sides of the mouth split open, and all the teeth fell out, but instead of falling into the throat, they all hit the tongue, forming new sharp fangs on both sides of the tongue.

Finally, its tongue emerged, stretching to a length that no normal person could possibly achieve, and after wrapping around the boy's wrist, it began to gnaw.

If Li Zhuiyuan hadn't condensed karmic fire in his palm at top speed to stop it, the tongue could have continued to coil up his wrist, wrap around his neck, and tear at his head.

Fresh blood dripped continuously from Li Zhuiyuan's palm, pooling on the ground.

Looking at his injured wrist that had been bitten, the boy's gaze remained calm.

These are the true elites of Jiangshang; even when they are completely at a disadvantage, they are still thinking about how to turn the tide.

Fighting against such an opponent is indeed a very enjoyable experience.

This can be considered as making up for the regret that the cat girl from the Yu family brought to the young man last time.

The river was still quite exciting, with interesting things happening and even more interesting people.

The woman's eyes were filled with ruthlessness. Although the karmic fire suddenly released by the boy turned his killing move into a wounding move, she remained confident that if the stalemate continued, she would still win.

Because she discovered something: this boy... had not practiced martial arts.

His flesh, his blood, his bones—none of them showed any signs of being polished.

Is it to wait until the body is fully developed?
Want to train in martial arts and temper your body in the most perfect way to start your journey across the river?
The woman truly understood. It would be a pity if a child with such extraordinary talent couldn't live a fulfilling life in the best possible way.

Unfortunately, this young genius will perish at his own hands.

My child, your talent can never compare to the experience you gain on the river!

Li Zhuiyuan estimated that it would take about another minute for his wrist to be crippled, after which the other party could then proceed to bite upwards.

Looking at the gaping, blood-red maw, Li Zhuiyuan used his free left hand to take out a blank book.

The fingertips loosened, and the wordless book fell, landing squarely in the small pool of blood that had just accumulated below.

The "evil book" inside, like rain after a long drought, was consumed frantically.

It knew that if it didn't take it now, it would be too late. It had no choice, because every time the boy gave it a sweet date, it would immediately spit out an entire date tree.

The dripping blood was not wasted; it was quickly absorbed by the "evil book."

The boy made a downward grabbing motion with his left hand, and the "Evil Book" flew up and landed back in the boy's hand.

With a flick of his finger, the young man released the seal, then gently tossed the "Evil Book" into the woman's mouth.

The woman's eyes widened suddenly; she sensed a terrible crisis approaching.

This is indeed the case.

Li Zhuiyuan had long known that a woman's flesh and blood were highly integrated with the Blood Sea Porcelain, so extracting the Blood Sea Porcelain from a woman's body would require an enormous amount of effort and energy, not to mention whether it was even possible.

But what if we look at it from a different angle?

If you remove a woman's soul and consciousness from her body, what remains is nothing but blood-stained porcelain.

Although it's a bit cumbersome, with lots of skin, flesh, and bones covering it, it doesn't matter. Just like how people nowadays like to put a cloth cover on their genuine leather sofas for protection.

In fact, a similar operation can be performed with one's own small compass. The copper coin inside the compass has the strange power to transform a person's skin and flesh into a "Tai Sui" (a powerful spirit or deity).

Firstly, the small compass lacks the subjective initiative of the "Evil Book," and using it to while away the time would be too tiring. Secondly, the small compass is still in Tan Wenbin's hands.

If he lets Tan Wenbin throw the ball over and catch it, it might prompt the woman's companions to immediately enter the fray and disrupt Li Zhuiyuan's rhythm.

The wordless book split open, revealing the first page.

On the first page, in the prison cell of the "Evil Book," there appears a large pot, and a woman is stirring it continuously with a long spoon.

The wordless book trembled violently, while the stirring in the image of the "evil book" was even more rapid.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A desperate howl escaped the woman's throat, this time without the slightest hint of acting, for her soul and consciousness were being rapidly stripped away and absorbed into the book.

At this moment, she finally realized that whether it was the previous battle of formations or the psychological warfare just now, the boy in front of her had always made her make the first move and then counterattack.

Talent can be innate, and opportunities can sometimes fall from the sky, but can one cultivate one's character through seclusion?

Combined with the boy's earlier act of stepping forward to let him make the first move:

"You...are...on...the...river..."

"Correct."

"Boom!"

The outer wind barrier suddenly shifted, and the woman finally gave the order to her companions to attack.

If they don't act now, she'll die here, and in the most gruesome way: her soul will be stripped away, her spirit extracted, and everything else will be taken away as materials by the other party!

Although she knew that the boy must have already guessed that she had a companion, and that his composure throughout indicated that he also had a backup plan, she could only hope that her companion could turn the tide.

The kite in the sky fell vertically towards the boy's location.

Its speed was so fast that the sonic boom it created far exceeded that of the whistling kite that Lin Shuyou flew in Nantong a while ago.

Li Zhuiyuan heard it, but he ignored it.

In a battle between kings, a woman has no chance; in a battle between soldiers, she has even less chance.

"Eeya ya ya ya ya ya~~~~"

Having waited outside for a long time, Lin Shuyou had ample time to think about and prepare his next appearance.

I've already prepared several drafts of what to shout and what to recite.

However, the other party's sudden whistling sound tore Lin Shuyou's manuscript to shreds.

Apart from the most primitive operatic and supernatural sounds, any normal speech would be completely drowned out.

The White Crane Boy, wielding two maces, rushed over, the natural patterns revealed beneath his skin now appearing to gleam.

Ever since Ayou and Tongzi reaffirmed their master-servant relationship, Ayou hasn't really fought back.

Runsheng was beautified by the three-eyed man, so he doesn't dare to do any heavy work for fear of breaking his skin and scaring Grandpa Li. This has made Ayou's hands itchy ever since.

Now, he finally got his chance, and his pent-up passion and restlessness could finally be released!

"boom!"

The kite, which was falling vertically towards the boy, was knocked away midway, and the two slid across the ground, clearing a clean path through the ruins.

Lin Shuyou didn't move; the kite detached itself and drifted away, landing in the distance.

Inside the kite was a man who had actually been flying in the sky with the kite.

Logically speaking, an adult's weight is definitely not suitable for this kind of activity, but it might be okay for a child, or someone with a dwarf's stature.

But he was really light, because he only had a head and a chest, and his limbs had been completely cut off.

Black wires connect the kite on his body to him.

With rapid folding, the kite begins to disassemble and close.

The person transformed into the White Impermanence, a figure wearing stilts, dressed in white, and topped with a tall hat.

He has absolutely no relation to Bai Wuchang (the White Impermanence), it's just that the folds and folds are more in line with that image, so some extra decorations were added.

While refining the woman in front of him, Li Zhuiyuan noticed the commotion from that direction.

Mechanical arts.

A very ancient secret technique.

Li Zhuiyuan once comprehended a set of "Qi Shi Chun Qiu" in a village of bandits and highwaymen. It recorded the key techniques of mechanisms in ancient tombs throughout the ages, which can be considered an important branch. There is another branch of these mechanisms that is specifically designed for individuals.

Looking at the woman's ruthless treatment of herself, it's clear that this woman, like herself, will actively apply her insights to her companions and help them develop and grow.

Her team-building strategy is more solid and long-term than Zhao Yi's earlier approach.

Of course, everyone has different strengths. One of the main reasons why Zhao Yi didn't focus on in-depth team development in the past was that he was good at coaxing women into living off him.

"Keep away, strangers! They'll take your lives!"

When artistic interpretations are used for a long time, they become a habit. The human pig wrapped in traps truly identified with the character Bai Wuchang (White Impermanence).

If you haven't been to Fengdu, you might find this scene quite shocking, but after going to Fengdu and seeing this image, Lin Shuyou only found it laughable.

With a flash of the mark between his brows, True Monarch White Crane's aura instantly switched to Ghost General.

Lin Shuyou: "You want to compete with me...who's more of a demon?"

Bai Wuchang clearly hadn't expected that his artistic approach would encounter the real deal, but at this point he couldn't care less about anything else; his boss was on the verge of death, and he had to seize the time to break the deadlock.

With two stern rods drawn, Bai Wuchang charged toward Lin Shuyou at lightning speed.

Lin Shuyou activated his vertical pupils, swung his double maces, neither dodging nor avoiding, and directly met the attack.

The figures of the two flashed rapidly, each displaying their movement skills to the extreme, and for a time, it was difficult to determine a winner.

But Bai Wuchang knew that he had lost.

Because Lin Shuyou on the other side was clearly getting more and more excited and enjoying the game more and more.

People are alive, but mechanical arts are dead.

This means that Bai Wuchang's strength has already been fixed here. His combat power will only continue to decrease due to the wear and tear of the mechanism. On the other hand, the living person opposite can squeeze out more potential through spiritual belief. Moreover, if nothing unexpected happens, the other party must have a secret technique that can rapidly increase strength in a short period of time that he has not yet used.

He couldn't break the deadlock himself; he couldn't defeat this opponent, so he could only temporarily restrain him.

"Hahahahaha!"

Lin Shuyou laughed as he fought, especially since Brother Xiaoyuan told him through the red thread that there was no need to rush to end the battle and that he could play a little longer.

This is truly a rare opportunity. I wonder when I'll encounter such a relaxed situation and such a suitable mechanism again.

As the fight progressed, Lin Shuyou even attempted to switch and merge between the True Lord and Ghost General states.

He wouldn't normally go this far, but the boy told him that the "White Impermanence" in front of him was already at this level of power and couldn't possibly break through this level suddenly, so Ayou dared to try boldly.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

From the building diagonally behind, a Taoist priest wielding a peach wood sword leaped out and gracefully landed.

The moment the sole of his shoe touched the ground, the tip of his sword pointed directly at Li Zhuiyuan, his figure moving like a rainbow, arriving at lightning speed.

Taoist priest: "Demon, taste my Flowing Cloud Sword Qi!"

Tan Wenbin: "Old Taoist priest, the evil spirit is here!"

When the Taoist priest came out, Tan Wenbin also moved, landing directly between the Taoist priest and Brother Xiaoyuan. During the fall, he even tore off Zhao Yanglin's mask from his face, afraid of damaging it.

His revelation of his true identity completely rewrote the original established situation, signifying that a team had fallen into a trap.

The Taoist priest froze, staring at Tan Wenbin in disbelief.

The White Impermanence, fighting with Lin Shuyou, let out a mournful cry.

The woman whose soul consciousness was being extracted by the "evil book" showed a hint of relief in her eyes.

"You guys... are really ruthless..."

The implication is that even after obtaining the identity, they still dare to take the initiative to eliminate other competitors.

Generally speaking, if you discover that this wave has traces of other team activities, your first reaction is to hide yourself.

Those who dare to actively cause trouble for other teams are either fools or have absolutely strong self-confidence and ability.

After leaving Jiangyue, Er Lengzi is almost never seen again, so it can only be the latter.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You've got it backwards. Who's attacking whom?"

If you look at it carefully, it was actually the woman's team that took the initiative to attack their own side.

Although Li Zhuiyuan did indeed fish at a fixed spot, this game was all about willing participants taking the bait.

"You...aren't you...worried...that...this wave...won't be finished...and...start to...fight amongst yourselves so early..."

"You're the one who wanted to kill me."

Li Zhuiyuan made the corrections again.

Of course, from the other person's perspective, this is not wrong, and she is not making excuses.

If Li Zhuiyuan were willing to reveal that he was also an imposter, the women would most likely not take forceful action, but would tentatively reach out to touch other rooms, unaware that those rooms had already been replaced.

From the perspective of completing this wave, if everyone fights and suffers excessive losses before entering the old house in Zhao Family Mountain, it is very likely that the final goal of this wave will not be achieved, and everyone will lose.

"You are...so...confident..."

"When I chose this wave, I never thought I would have any help."

The woman's eyes flickered. There was one word in the boy's previous words that she clearly caught: choice.

If previously, he was simply outmatched in skill and suppressed by the young man in terms of strength...

At this moment, the woman finally felt a sense of despair.

In a way, she seemed to sense that the river she was walking on was different from the one the young man in front of her was walking on.

Tan Wenbin twitched the corner of his mouth, rubbed it with his hand, and said, "It's still more comfortable to use my own face. It seems I'm not destined to be a master."

Taoist priest: "You're courting death!"

The sword thrust out swiftly, like the shimmering ripples on a pond after it has been raised.

Tan Wenbin exuded blood energy. As the power of the Blood Ape was activated, all five senses were brought to their peak. The fleeting sword energy seemed to be slowed down in his eyes, and he was also listening carefully to the opponent's footsteps.

One kept stabbing, the other kept dodging.

When the first round of fighting ended and the Taoist priest had to retreat to catch his breath, Tan Wenbin was still standing in the same spot.

Yes, there was a diagonal wound on his chest, caused by the blade of a sword.

The senses were perfectly capable of processing the situation, but the mental analysis of body movements and countermeasures was a bit slow, resulting in a minor setback.

Tan Wenbin knew that everything else was fine, but he had dragged the system down.

Fortunately, the injury wasn't serious, and he could afford the tuition.

Furthermore, although the Taoist priest concealed it well, Tan Wenbin still heard the abnormally rapid beating of his heart. It seems the Taoist priest's sword was sharp and powerful, but not long-lasting.

Tan Wenbin spread his hands out, looking at the redness that had appeared in his palms.

After a preliminary assessment, I believe that if we maintain the same intensity of the previous fight, I can definitely outlast this Taoist priest.

"Stop resting, keep going!"

Tan Wenbin leaped up like a monkey, the Taoist priest retreated, and after Tan Wenbin crashed down to that spot, he lunged forward again.

The Taoist priest's original intention was still to get rid of the obstacle in front of him as soon as possible and save his leader, so he chose to dodge first and look for an opening to strike a heavy blow.

However, Tan Wenbin's perception was extremely sharp, and he didn't give him any chance to take advantage of the situation. Instead, Tan Wenbin almost got injured by Tan Wenbin's close-range attack because he was trying to avoid the situation.

Although he was agile, he was also extremely delicate and fragile. In the past, when he was traversing rivers and waves, he would only make one strike and then quickly return to his companions, never lingering in battle.

Therefore, he had no choice but to change his strategy and launch another offensive.

Seeing this, Tan Wenbin stopped attacking and continued his special training in movement techniques.

But whenever the Taoist priest tried to retreat to catch his breath as before, Tan Wenbin would lunge forward to disrupt his rhythm.

Left with no other choice, the Taoist priest pulled out a talisman and whispered:
"Flowing Cloud Daoist Technique - Drawing a Circle on the Ground as a Prison!"

The peach wood sword pierced through the talisman and drew a circle in front of Tan Wenbin.

For a moment, Tan Wenbin felt that everything around him had become blurry.

The peach wood sword stabbed again, this time striking Tan Wenbin's right shoulder.

Tan Wenbin immediately reached out with his left hand, grabbed the peach wood sword, ignoring the scorching white smoke rising from his palm as he touched it, and said in a deep voice:

"Nantong sorcery—I haven't decided yet!"

The whites of his eyes disappeared, turning completely black. The blackness flowed rapidly, and amidst the blur in front of him, he precisely located the Taoist priest's eyes, becoming awe-inspiring!
"Forehead……"

The Taoist priest let out a muffled groan, blood trickled from the corner of his eye, and his vision turned red.

Tan Wenbin used a monkey-like movement to successfully close the distance and threw a punch.

The Taoist priest was still alert and tried to avoid most of the force by touching the ground with his toes, but he still took the punch to his right shoulder.

"boom!"

The Taoist priest's body spun irregularly in mid-air for a while, and although he finally landed steadily, his right arm began to stop swinging with his body.

One person had a stab wound in their right arm, and another had a broken right arm.

Tan Wenbin felt he hadn't lost out; in fact, he had gained.

He always kept his self-assessment low, believing that his strength was "lifted" by Xiao Yuan, and that being able to exchange injuries with the opposing team members meant he wasn't holding them back.

The Taoist priest looked towards his leader, then towards the White Impermanence, and finally settled on Tan Wenbin, who exuded an eerie aura, standing in front of him.

Tan Wenbin: "Your gaze is no longer firm. Are you trying to run away?"

The Taoist priest sneered, "Why are you running? Our strongest one hasn't even made a move yet."

Tan Wenbin: "What a coincidence! No, it's the same here."

The figure that had been lingering within the outer wind barrier finally moved.

The wind in front of him was "extinguished" by his steps.

What emerged was a large man completely covered in black.

With a low growl from his throat, the big man's clothes ripped apart, revealing his true appearance.

His face, except for the area around his eyes, was completely covered with copper coins.

The copper coins, which ran from his face down to his limbs, were of different ages. Some were decayed and old, while others were intact and brand new. Interspersed among the copper coins were countless talismans belonging to different sects, exuding the aura of antiquity.

He opened his mouth, revealing two fangs, and a terrifying aura of death surged violently, causing sand and stones to tumble down from the surrounding area.

The last member of this team turned out to be a zombie!
A bluish-green light emanated from the zombie's eyes, and compared to the rich, ancient, and weathered aura emanating from its body, its gaze appeared much more naive.

Li Zhuiyuan speculated that, by some coincidence, another person's soul entered the body of this zombie and took over.

Whether this "chance" is purely natural or man-made remains to be discussed.

Even if he wasn't an ancient zombie awakened from its slumber, the aura he was currently displaying was already quite terrifying.

The one inside was truly resilient; not only did its soul have to endure the torment and invasion of the corpse's energy, but it also became an existence abandoned by humans and ghosts, and intolerable to heaven and earth.

Perhaps only the merit-sharing after each wave can alleviate some of his karmic debts and bring him a brief and precious respite.

It is no exaggeration to say that the overall level of this team is the highest among all the teams Li Zhuiyuan has encountered since he left the Yangtze River.

Even Zhao Yi, before the young Taoist Chen Jing rose to power, would not have had a chance of winning against such a team head-on.

Its height is the kind of height that is average and without any weaknesses.

Moreover, even though they knew the leader had already lost and this place was clearly a trap, the remaining members of the team still jumped in one after another to fill it.

The Taoist priest considered leaving, but ultimately did not.

This level of team cohesion and discipline deserves to be called excellent.

Li Zhuiyuan even felt a pang of regret. If this team hadn't faced him, if they hadn't chosen to replace Erfang in the first place, they could have gone much further on the river.

But if it remains only in words and does not exist in reality.

Perhaps in the future, someone else will feel the same way about themselves?

The appearance of the zombies boosted the confidence of Bai Wuchang and the Taoist priest.

In the past, when the team encountered crises, it was he who saved the situation, even turning seemingly hopeless situations around.

However, they soon discovered that the person they were fighting against had not changed in any special way.

There was no shock, no depression, no panic; in fact, it became even more exhilarating.

Lin Shuyou swung his double maces even more vigorously. He was having a good time fighting here, and he began to look forward to Runsheng's true strength.

Tan Wenbin also devoted a lot of attention to watching the new battle that was about to begin.

The zombie walked towards Li Zhuiyuan. With each step it took, it left a footprint scorched by the corpse's aura. Its body also folded and twisted like a ghost.

When you look at him, he can influence you, even if it's not intentional on his part.

At this moment, the woman's consciousness began to blur.

In the drawing on the first page of the wordless book, a skeleton has appeared in the pot.

Once the skin and flesh are reattached, it means that the woman's soul and consciousness have been completely extracted.

The Evil Book was very proactive. As the boy's strength continued to improve, it was finally released from his forbidden treasury. This was the first time it helped the boy fight.

It has to perform well so that there will be a second and a third time. Only after the boy gradually gets used to and depends on it will it have the opportunity to rebel and kill its master, turning the boy into its own puppet.

Woman: "You...aren't you afraid..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I'm not afraid."

Woman: "How...how...could...there be...someone like you...on the river..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Normal."

Unlike her companions, who were brimming with confidence, the woman, though still hoping for the appearance of zombies, had lost much of her initial enthusiasm.

"Choose...choose...choose..."

This word had been lingering in her heart ever since she heard it.

Even the most gruesome extraction couldn't compare to the shock this word brought her.

The zombies stopped in their tracks.

The corpse's aura continued to overflow from its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, but instead of arrogantly advancing forward, it retreated backward.

Because Runsheng appeared before him.

The skin that Zhao Yi had repaired, which hadn't broken when he killed the Zhao family's guardians last night, was now completely ruptured.

Ditches flowed through Runsheng's entire body; though no one had touched him, the pressure was palpable, almost tangible.

Without needing to use his brain, the "Qin Family Observation of Dragons Method" began to operate in an extremely rigid manner.

Runsheng glanced down and frowned slightly.

He was dissatisfied with the pace of building momentum; it was too slow.

It seems that we still have to rely on fighting to speed things up.

He raised the Yellow River shovel with his right hand; the black handle had been stained with the blood of Runsheng and Yinmeng.

For Runsheng, fighting is simple.

If you can't knock me down and prevent me from getting up in the first move, then you'll definitely lose in the end.

Corpse energy gathered in front of the zombie, who raised his arms, and ten black fingernails extended outwards, his most relied-upon weapon.

With a loud bang, the zombie charged towards Runsheng.

Runsheng also took the initiative to go up to him.

But the zombies were faster and more ferocious. Runsheng didn't even have time to swing the Yellow River shovel before his body was violently struck by the zombies.

The zombie stood still, while Runsheng flew backward, but he flew very low and landed quickly. He then took a dozen or so steps back, using the Yellow River shovel to steady himself.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that Runsheng was bound to win. The other party not only failed to defeat Runsheng, but also failed to knock him down in the literal sense.

In fact, even Li Zhuiyuan himself could not accurately assess Runsheng's current strength.

The "Qin Family's Method of Observing Dragons" is the original formula of the Dragon King Qin, and it contains too many profound mysteries.

From Runsheng, one can perhaps understand why Uncle Qin was able to survive that ambush.

What kind of shadow and despair could such an opponent, the Qin family dragon kings of all generations, bring to their contemporaries?

A glimmer of light appeared in the frail woman's eyes. When people are in despair, they are more willing to believe in hope, and now she saw it.

The zombies charged at Runsheng again, and Runsheng met them once more.

The entire ruins seemed to tremble as they charged forward.

The result of this clash was still that Runsheng was at a disadvantage. He used the Yellow River shovel to deflect the opponent's right fingernail, but he couldn't stop the opponent's left fingernail from scratching.

This time, however, Runsheng didn't fly backward. He took a dozen steps back and then regained his balance.

Five claw marks on his chest, flesh torn open, did not stop the flow of blood and gore on his body.

If such carving is merely superficial, it would be a great disservice to the grand spectacle Li Zhuiyuan put on that night.

The wound was filled with the stench of death, and the poison of the corpse was also invading the inside through the opening.

The White Impermanence began to chant, as if to encourage himself.

Seeing that the other party dared to act so arrogantly, Lin Shuyou simply ended the test of switching between the two states and used his golden mace to further pound the opponent.

Soon, some noises came from the other party, which was the mechanism breaking due to the constant pressure.

Taoist priest: "Let's see how long you can remain arrogant. When the righteous path prospers, evil will surely be defeated!"

Tan Wenbin: "You old Taoist priest, you're really shameless. Does your righteous sect expect zombies to uphold justice?"

The Taoist priest said, "You brat, stop trying to outwit me with your words!"

Tan Wenbin: "You should still show off a little more, and have some fun one last time."

Runsheng did not treat his wounds, and in this round, he was the one who launched the first attack.

"boom!"

Their shoulders collided squarely.

The zombie stood still, and Runsheng took a few steps back.

Logically, the zombies should have pressed their advantage at this point, since the distance between them hadn't increased after the collision.

But the zombie didn't do that; a flicker appeared in his green eyes.

As the person directly involved, no one understands better than him the changes that have occurred in his opponent after each collision.

After each round, the opponent's strength increases, as if they were deliberately holding back their power at the beginning, intentionally making things difficult for themselves.

What's even more frightening is that you don't know where the ceiling of the opponent's improvement in strength really is.

"Roar!"

This roar came from Runsheng.

Indeed, battle is the best shortcut to building up strength; no matter how many times you practiced your techniques before, it was all in vain.

Runsheng charged forward again. This time, after the most primal collision, the Yellow River shovel and the zombie's fingernails clashed together, sparks flying everywhere.

Then, they each kicked the other, hitting each other, and both of them took three steps back.

balance of power.

The hope that had just ignited in the woman's eyes was first extinguished, then shattered.

She extinguished the flame because she realized that the balance of power had shifted, and the outcome of the duel was almost a foregone conclusion.

That wasn't a zombie in the true sense; it was one of his earliest companions. Back then, in order to survive in that great tomb, he had to be grafted into this zombie's body to prolong his life.

Therefore, all he can utilize is the zombie's formidable physique. Once he loses his overwhelming advantage in this aspect, everything else becomes his disadvantage.

The reason for the breakage is:

"Qin Clan... Guan Jiao... Fa... Long... Dragon King Qin?"

The woman looked at the boy in front of her who was constantly trying to kill her, and she desperately wanted to know the answer.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You figured it out?"

Woman: "My ancestor...died...at the hands of...the Dragon King of the Qin family..."

No Dragon King has ever been born in the Women's Family, but several generations of exceptionally talented individuals have emerged. Unfortunately, not everyone can rise from humble beginnings to powerfully seize a position in the Dragon King's court like Zhao Wuyang.

During this wave, when the woman first entered the Zhao family, she also went to the ancestral hall of the Zhao family's outer residence and paid homage to Zhao Wuyang, who was placed at the top.

Only those powerful forces with deep roots in the martial arts world truly understand the value of the Dragon King's family, because in their history, their ancestors were all killed by members of the Dragon King's family who traveled the river.

The woman had seen the family records, which were written by the ancestor on his sickbed after he had twice surrendered.

The words and phrases are disorganized, the descriptions are repetitive, and the pages are densely covered with writing, but it can all be summarized in one sentence:

Why hasn't he collapsed yet?

Our ancestors had meticulously planned and executed, taking full advantage of the timing, location, and people. The Qin family member who had traveled across the river had already fallen into their trap, and it could be said that he was just one step away from the final victory.

But that Qin family member who traveled across the river, through his own strength, managed to turn the tide step by step in what could be described as a desperate situation.

His skin was torn, his bones were cracked, and he was beaten beyond recognition, yet he could still stand up the next time.

When your opponent never falls, it is you who will inevitably fall.

Not only was he outmatched in an equal contest, but his advantageous position was also turned around by the opponent single-handedly. His ancestor barely escaped with his life, and after the second lighting of the lamp, he, who could have been saved and continued to live, lost the will to live. Besides leaving behind this chaotic record, he also left behind a command:
"When he becomes the Dragon King, he will offer sacrifices to me."

The ancestor was defeated and convinced that in that generation, only the Qin family member who traveled the river could become the Dragon King.

The woman never expected that she would encounter a similar situation.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she or her ancestor had lost more miserably.

The tragic situation described in the ancestral records did not occur because we were suppressed in every way.

At least our ancestors enjoyed the thrill of victory in the first half of the game.

She was beaten and pinned down the entire time.

She had long ago realized that the two who were fighting against the Mechanical Thunder and the Flowing Cloud Taoist were not actually engaged in a life-or-death struggle, but rather were training, treating it as a practical exercise.

Including their team's biggest support...

"boom!"

After two more rounds of collisions, Runsheng was now standing still while the zombie was pushed back.

The situation was thus abruptly reversed, and this was not the end.

In the next collision, when Runsheng slammed a zombie to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, creating a terrible crater, the outcome was decided, and the game was over.

The White Impermanence stopped calling out.

The Taoist priest's face showed signs of crying.

The woman raised her neck, a wordless book lodged in her mouth, drawing upon the last vestiges of her soul's consciousness.

With a "splat," the woman's left eyeball exploded.

The outer wind wall changed and began to compress inward.

She herself had no intention of escaping, and knew she couldn't escape, but she was actively trying to secure a final chance for her companions to escape.

You worship me as I walk the river, but it's because I'm incapable of leading you to the throne of the Dragon King.

A gathering leads to a peaceful parting.

Everyone, run for your lives!

The zombie, the White Impermanence, and the Taoist priest, who were pinned to the ground, noticed this change. Without hesitation or time for grief, not wanting to betray their leader's last kindness, they fought desperately to save their lives.

However, before they could make a move, the expected scene of four wind walls surrounding and creating chaos did not occur. The wind walls had only moved a short distance inward before they all retreated.

Circles appeared on the ground and were reflected on the wind wall, turning the originally gray and messy wall into patches of crisp green, like an exquisite screen wall.

They became more entrenched, more impersonal, and more alien to everyone in the women's team.

The grand formation originally set up by their leader has changed hands.

Li Zhuiyuan said calmly, "There's no chance anymore."

The woman's only remaining eye revealed a look of misery.

Even disregarding the fact that he hadn't finished using the array he had set up earlier, the boy had been standing here for so long; he couldn't possibly just keep looking at the "Evil Book" and extracting souls without doing anything else.

He'd been given so much time, and the array's controller was still under his control. If he still couldn't gain control of the array, even if he agreed, the underworld's gates wouldn't allow it.

"Can I...beg...for mercy...?"

"You're the one who wanted to kill me."

"Heh...hehe...hehehe..."

"I don't like it; it leaves me with future problems."

“I… understand… this is… walking the river…”

"You are qualified to become a threat to me."

"Thank you... thank you..."

She is not a good person. From the moment she tried to kill that "child," she could not be classified as a traditional good person.

But she is indeed a formidable opponent; she is, and so is her team.

This time, Jiang Shui really dropped a bombshell on Zhao of Jiujiang.

Teams that fall behind the average pace and are the last to complete the replacement already have this level of quality. What about those teams that have already been replaced and are lying low?
Now, besides the Zhao family's deeply hidden dirty secrets, Li Zhuiyuan also has a growing interest in the other teams in this wave.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, we'll definitely encounter a team or even an individual that's on par with our own.

"If... I hadn't been so reckless... and hadn't chosen... a team fight... would there still be... a chance...?"

When she asked that question, there was guilt in the woman's single eye.

Li Zhuiyuan: "In that case, you'll have even less of a chance."

The woman has completely let go.

After a moment of silence, her voice suddenly became high-pitched and shrill:
"We've lost, we've been defeated, gentlemen, let's die with some dignity!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Give them some dignity."

As Lin Shuyou became serious, Bai Wuchang's situation worsened, especially after he could no longer see any hope of winning or escaping. Even the mechanisms on his body seemed to begin to crumble at an accelerated pace.

Their respective leaders issued orders.

This foreshadows the approaching end of the duel.

Bai Wuchang distanced himself, his tattered mechanical body unfolding once more. There was no longer any need for him to linger on; what he demanded next was a dignified death.

"Lei Buque is the sixteenth-generation successor of the Mechanical Thunder. Please acknowledge my name!"

Lin Shuyou took out a talisman needle and stabbed it into his chest. In an instant, his aura surged.

If he were only wearing a talisman needle now, he would only experience a brief period of exhaustion afterward, without any other adverse effects.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Shuyou first held his two maces horizontally, then crossed them in front of his chest, and said in a deep voice:

"The First Protector of the Dragon King's Court—White Crane Boy!"

Lin Shuyou did not pronounce his own name.

He was grateful that the boy had volunteered to become his ghost general, so he gave the title to the boy.

Even so, Ah-you actually longed to be in the limelight, and this scene was very much in line with the scenario he had simulated countless times in his dreams.

Lei Buque lowered his body and rushed towards Lin Shuyou.

His speed is much slower than at the beginning, while Lin Shuyou is now in an even better state.

Therefore, Lin Shuyou was able to easily dodge him, first stabbing one of his maces into the broken mechanism, pinning it to the ground, and then raising the second mace.

As he crashed down, Lei Buque fully activated the mechanism, revealing his extremely broken body.

If he continued to protect himself and withstand the blows, Lin Shuyou would have to hit him at least seven or eight more times. Now, his intention was clear: he wanted to die completely in one blow, leaving no trace of himself in this world.

Lin Shuyou granted his request, and with a single blow, his body exploded into a bloody mist, leaving nothing behind.

Lin Shuyou breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled out the mace, feeling both disappointed and triumphant.

Then, he immediately turned his head to look at Brother Bin.

It would be impolite to offer help now.

But Ah You is quite concerned about Bin's safety.

However, after watching it, I found that the style of Brother Bin's work... was a bit strange.

The Taoist priest was clearly losing his composure. Partly it was because he couldn't outlast Tan Wenbin; youth has its advantages, and Tan Wenbin was a Taoist swordsman.

Of course, whether he could outlast them was no longer relevant, as the overall situation had already been lost, but he was genuinely afraid of dying.

Taoist priest: "I really don't want to die. Could you please plead for me again?"

Tan Wenbin: "When others pleaded with you before, did you ever hold back?"

Taoist priest: "Of course not."

Tan Wenbin: "Yes."

Taoist priest: "Can't we discuss this some more?"

Tan Wenbin: "If you have any last wishes and trust me, you can tell me, such as your apprentice or illegitimate child."

Taoist priest: "So ruthless, you still want to eliminate the root of the problem?"

Tan Wenbin: "Then there's nothing to talk about."

The Taoist priest said, "I have an enemy."

Tan Wenbin: "This is good."

The Taoist priest said, “The abbot of Wenqing Temple on Xiluan Mountain has a blood feud with me for killing my master. After my master died, I betrayed the temple. I originally planned to travel the river to gain experience and accumulate enough strength before returning to take revenge. Now it seems that I have no chance.”

"Okay, I've got it. So, what's the price?"

"Price?"

"If I don't take anything from you, do you believe I'll avenge you?"

"To find out the sword manual?"

"I don't practice swordsmanship."

"Ask about the core principles?"

"I don't lack mental techniques."

"Health and wellness secrets?"

"There are plenty at home."

The two sides were haggling over the price while still fighting.

Tan Wenbin had two more cuts on his body, and a small hole was stabbed in his back. Two of the Taoist priest's ribs were broken, and blood was gushing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

"That guy just mentioned the Dragon King's faction, how could I possibly have anything that could impress you?"

"Actually, our conditions aren't as good as you imagine. It's mainly because you don't have anything worthwhile to offer."

"Alright, let me take a break. Let's save face and stop bothering me!"

"it is good."

This time, Tan Wenbin did not follow when the Taoist priest retreated.

The Taoist priest, his robe tattered and covered in blood, held a broken peach wood sword upright in front of him.
"Please inform the Qingguan traitor Shen Liuyun, whose generation name is 'Liu'. May I ask your name?"

"The Dragon King's servant shouts from the bow of his ship—Tan Wenbin!"

The next moment, a faint light and fire flowed around the Taoist priest, and the vision behind him became distorted. Then, the peach wood sword in his hand burst into white flames.

Seeing this, Lin Shuyou thought the other party was going to fight to the death and was about to step forward to stop him when he heard Li Zhuiyuan's voice in his mind:

"do not move."

Lin Shuyou immediately stopped.

Tan Wenbin was also stunned for a moment, then exclaimed, "You..."

A sword thrust out.

While others gradually weaken as the fight progresses, the Taoist priest's sword strike was astonishingly fast, cascading down like a waterfall.

Tan Wenbin tried his best to dodge, but the sword still blocked one part of his body.

Just when Tan Wenbin thought he was about to be stabbed again, a warm current flowed into him.

Tan Wenbin's fist struck the Taoist priest in the chest.

The Taoist priest flew out and crashed heavily into the wall behind him, slowly falling and leaving a pool of blood on the wall.

Tan Wenbin: "What do you mean by that?"

Master Liuyun said, “You must have strayed from the righteous path in the past and accumulated too much yin energy, which has led to a deficiency in your constitution. My sword burned my source and pierced your kidney acupoint, replenishing your kidney energy. I wish you a son soon in the future.”

Tan Wenbin: "How could I possibly accept this? It seems I'll have no choice but to help you get revenge in the future."

The Taoist priest smiled, finally finding something that could move the other party.

Tan Wenbin walked up to the Taoist priest and, as he reached out to brush his eyelids down, asked:
"You really don't have any disciples or illegitimate children? Are you willing to take a gamble and not eliminate them completely?"

The Taoist priest just stared at him, his eyes fixed on him.

Clearly, he has it, but he won't tell.

"Alright, alright, I'll help you kill that abbot to avenge yourself. You can go in peace now."

The Taoist priest's eyelids drooped, and he showed no signs of life.

Tan Wenbin lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and took a drag.

Over there, Lin Shuyou felt he also needed a cigarette afterward.

"Brother Bin, Brother Bin, have one, have one..."

Tan Wenbin glanced at him and said:

"It's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's that I'm afraid that if I give it to you, the Third Eye will smell the cigarette smoke and start nagging again."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Runsheng had completely subdued the zombie, sitting on its back and constantly slashing it with his Yellow River shovel and punching it.

The zombie's corpse aura had largely dissipated, and its body was gradually softening.

Runsheng also had many wounds on his body, and a large amount of corpse poison had deeply invaded, but Runsheng did not take it seriously. On the contrary, he felt warm and comfortable all over his body.

The zombie beneath him had an expectant look in its eyes, a look of impending liberation.

Lost.

From now on, I will no longer have to suffer every day, and each trip across the river will only be for a moment of rest after the first wave.

He ran away from the orphanage and met the leader, who took him to live a normal life and taught him to enter the Xuanmen (mystical sect). Unfortunately, he was not smart enough to learn the leader's formations and only learned a few simple spells.

But after the leader lit the lamp, he still made her worship him and led her across the river.

The boss said that after passing through Jiangfenrun, he would become smarter and smarter.

Unfortunately, he wasn't smart enough. He almost died in that wave, but his boss saved him. Although he survived, he turned into a zombie.

He was in great pain. He longed for liberation, but he couldn't bear to part with his boss. In his eyes, his boss was like a sister, his only family member in the world.

Now, there is finally a reasonable way to end it all.

"Orphan... Qiu Lang... May I ask your honorable name?"

Runsheng paused for a moment before answering:

"Orphan, Runsheng."

A hint of tenderness appeared in the zombie's eyes:
"Help...help me clean this up...I won't...I'll never be a zombie again."

Runsheng nodded, and after the other person was completely dead and the body had softened completely, he opened his mouth and bit down on the neck.

Clean it up.

What goes into your stomach is the cleanest!

On the first page of the wordless book, in the large cauldron, the image of the woman is almost complete.

This means that the woman is about to completely leave her body and enter into death.

"The Qiu family of Zhangye... Qiu Huaiyu... Please give your name."

“Li Zhuiyuan, a descendant of the Dragon King’s lineage.”

"Surname...Li?"

"Ah."

"No wonder..."

The woman had been pondering how to explain things to her ancestor after she died:
The Qin family members who travel the river no longer travel alone; they have formed a team and are no longer easily outmaneuvered. Instead, they are more adept at outmaneuvering others.

"Your formation... has feng shui... a feng shui arrangement... how... did you manage to do that..."

The former question concerned her identity; this time, she was seeking guidance in the name of a formation master.

"The Liu Family's Secret of Observing Qi"

The woman, who should have faded away, managed to hold on a little longer because of this answer.

I was about to put the lid on the first page of the wordless book, "The Evil Book," when I realized I hadn't finished reading it yet.

"The Liu family's... Qi Observation Technique?"

"Yes, I am also a successor of the Dragon King Willow."

In an instant, Qiu Huaiyu felt that all the resentment, doubt, anger, relief, and countless other emotions of the day had been sublimated.

Death, too, is a matter of meaning.

After all, they were river travelers from two different Dragon King lineages, and they killed me!

She felt that she had died a more worthwhile and dignified death than her ancestors.

"North of Yumen Pass...Black Tiger Hill...Sea of ​​Blood...Sacrifice...Porcelain..."

This was originally a reward for asking the question above; the woman told Li Zhuiyuan where the Blood Sea Porcelain had been discovered.

Li Zhuiyuan nodded.

The woman's soul was completely ripped out; she died.

The woman's body hung limply, like a pile of broken porcelain wrapped in clothes.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the blank book, turned to the first page, and saw the "Evil Book" dancing and singing around the pot.

When the image of the "Evil Book" jumped to the right side of the pot, Li Zhuiyuan quickly folded the half-sheet of paper and made a seal, so that although the "Evil Book" was on the same page as the pot, it could never reach it again.

The Evil Book: "..."

After finishing these tasks, Li Zhuiyuan put the book away, stood up, looked around, and then said:

"Clean up the scene."

……

After leaving the Zhao residence, Zhao Yi first drew up a diagram of the array preparation outside the old Zhao family house in the mountains, then handed it to the Liang sisters and told them to go to the mountains now.

They were also instructed that if any accident occurred and they were discovered by the people inside, they could reveal their identity as new brides to save their lives.

After doing all that, Zhao Yi took out his mobile phone and tried to dial the number for the person surnamed Li. He didn't really have any hope of getting through.

At this time, the person surnamed Li was probably busy making arrangements and couldn't answer the phone, or perhaps it was the beginning of the event and the phone was blocked by the formation.

However, the call was answered very quickly.

"Hey, it's me."

"Hey Li, I've got everything sorted out here. Have you chosen your fishing spot yet? When are you going to start fishing...?"

"The operation has been completed."

"...I'll head over right away. I should be able to get there in time to help you, okay? Say that again?"

"ended."

Zhao Yi swallowed hard, placed his mobile phone on the coffee table in front of him, stood up, took a deep breath, and gathered his strength.

Li Zhuiyuan hung up the phone.

Zhao Yi almost roared:
"You bastard surnamed Li, are you even human?!"

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As I said at the beginning of the month, I wouldn't ask for monthly votes unless I wrote a chapter of 2 words. Actually, I've been trying to write more every day, but it's quite difficult to write more than 1 words. Today, I finally managed to write it.

It's 19,000 words, not quite 20,000, because I've tried before and found that a chapter on Qidian can only be up to 20,000 words. It's impossible to make the plot points reach exactly 20,000 words, so I'll just treat this chapter as a 20,000-word long chapter.

Finally, please vote for me!
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