Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 510

Li Zhuiyuan's words were very resolute.

Disrupting his sleep schedule and taking a late-night bus ride here, he didn't come to visit this deserted man-made tourist attraction. Young man, he came here to kill.

The Qin Liu family feud and the second volume of the catalog don't even need to be put on the table. Just the fact that this high monk caused trouble in his own village is enough to take his head off.

The job was taken by the old man.

The finishing touches naturally had to be done by his great-grandson.

It's worth noting that on the nameplate table of Li, the corpse retriever in Nantong, Li Zhuiyuan's name could only be placed in the second row, because Li Sanjiang was placed alone in the first row.

Cao Buxiu quickly scanned his surroundings. He knew that although the two Dragon King sects had declined, they still retained several formidable figures. If those figures came today, he would be completely finished.

Driven by his survival instinct, Cao Buxiu successively released illusions, snowmen, paper figures, wooden figures...

The speed at which this technique was cast surprised Li Zhuiyuan, but after careful consideration, he realized that it was not because the other party had any unique or self-created ability to accelerate casting, but simply because they had become proficient through practice.

How terrified of death must someone be to painstakingly hone this set of combos?

Cao Buxiu had no intention of fighting at all; he simply ran away!
Wei Suxin: "Cao Buxiu, you..."

Having been away from the martial world for a long time, Wei Suxin couldn't understand why Cao Buxiu was so cowardly today, and why he had fled in such a panic.

She acknowledged that the teenagers were incredibly talented, but even the most brilliant geniuses need time to develop, and the biggest advantage of these old guys was the accumulation of time.

We've seen plenty of geniuses, but only those who live to middle age are truly worthy of our fear.

Wei Suxin took a step forward, and water vapor, ten times larger than before, condensed again. Since there was no difference in quality, she would win by sheer quantity.

“Young master, Kongji has already made such a promise, he must have his reasons, why do you have to press him so hard.”

Li Zhuiyuan didn't want to respond. Although his human skin had grown back, his aversion to stupidity, as an instinct, was still retained.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense would realize something was wrong when they saw their companion escape, yet she remained so confident.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Sister Chen is much smarter than you."

Wei Suxin frowned. "Sister Chen, who is she?"

The old woman quickly banished her distracting thoughts, her expression turning serious:
"Please leave now, young man. Whether you came alone or on behalf of your elders, we will surely give you an explanation for what happened today. There's no need to completely ruin things. It will only make things worse for everyone. The world is vast, and there are many forces that you cannot afford to offend."

Li Zhuiyuan didn't respond to her words; he had already given her the emotional value she deserved.

The boy looked at the monk Kongji and asked:
"Are you going to die now?"

"This humble monk cannot comply!"

In the pavilion, Master Kongji raised his palm and slapped it forward.

A golden palm print roared out, carrying a terrifying force that could destroy everything in its path.

Li Zhuiyuan did not dodge.

The palm print stopped in front of the boy, and ripples appeared, revealing the figure of the young woman standing there.

Chen Xiyuan smiled.

She was still basking in her joy, hehehe, her little brother just praised her for being smart.

The jade flute was drawn from his waist, its brilliance radiating.

She didn't cherish the jade flute when it was intact, but now that she knows it can be repaired, she can use it without any restraint.

"boom!"

With a slam of the flute, the palm print shattered, and the shockwave spread outwards, stirring up large swaths of snow and clearing the area clean.

Wei Suxin stared at Chen Xiyuan, who had been standing next to the boy the whole time without her noticing.

Chen Xiyuan's domain has now reached a new level. As long as she doesn't release her killing intent, it's difficult to detect her. And Sister Chen is good at using her naivety to cover up her killing intent.

Wei Suxin quickly retreated, jumped back into the pond, raised her arms, and the water vapor condensed into sharp arrows. She quickly gathered her strength and shot out.

Since Master Kongji had already made his move, she had no reason not to follow.

Behind Ah Li, the phantom of a small bungalow appeared. Then, countless ghostly figures emerged, each wrapping around the arrows, biting, grabbing, breaking, melting... using every means possible to make the overwhelming arrows collectively turn into white mist and dissipate before they got close.

The old woman swallowed hard, feeling a sense of disbelief that her understanding of the martial arts world had been overturned.

She confirmed that the girl was her real age, but how could she possess such depth at such a young age?
It's true that a normal person at this age can't do this, but when Ah Li emerged from the terrifying dream, all the horrors that had once cursed her became something a girl could learn and grow from.

This is not a matter of chance or luck. Not everyone can wait for the same kind of boy to appear, and not everyone can endure the entire childhood like Ah Li.

Wei Suxin formed hand seals, and water mist condensed into a huge vortex. Within the vortex, a python's head materialized, about to unleash a new round of attacks.

The girl also made hand seals, but there were no new changes around her, as if the surrounding atmosphere had been completely occupied by the old woman.

Wei Suxin pointed forward with her fingertip:
"swallow!"

The python roared, opened its blood-red maw, and devoured it.

Ah Li pointed with her fingertip.

The vortex that the old woman had conjured suddenly reversed, trapping the python's head and preventing it from moving forward.

This is equivalent to me directly borrowing the atmosphere you painstakingly created.

Wei Suxin pondered for a moment, and finally she tasted a special flavor. In this martial arts world, there was a sect that was once recognized as having the best feng shui and auspicious atmosphere.

"The Liu Family's Qi Observation Technique?"

Am I competing with the Liu family in the art of feng shui?

Wei Suxin couldn't help but look towards the pavilion. She had come here because of her past love. Although Qinglong Temple was indeed a powerful force in the martial arts world, even in its decline, it still cast a shadow over the martial arts world.

At that moment, the old woman hesitated, understanding why Cao Buxiu had fled.

Ah Li didn't let her hesitate for long. The girl slightly raised her chin, and suddenly a dragon's head burst out from the vortex. The dragon's mouth opened and swallowed the python's head in an instant. In a flash, the entire vortex completely changed hands.

The vortex spread, sealing off Wei Suxin's surroundings, and the dragon's head roared as it crashed down.

Sensing the danger, Wei Suxin held nothing back. The surrounding atmosphere exploded, annihilating the vortex dragon's head. She stood in the center of the lotus pond, her graceful figure gone, her clothes disheveled and her hair messy.

It was clearly a case of the big bullying the small, yet she was forced to use her full strength, while the girl opposite her remained calm and composed.

Li Zhuiyuan wasn't worried about Ah Li; he believed that the girl was capable enough to deal with the old woman.

When the old woman saw Chen Xiyuan, she instinctively kept her distance, indicating that she was also very afraid of being approached.

The girl had little experience in river crossings and lacked combat experience. Even if she had a wealth of theoretical knowledge, she still needed to combine it with practice. Using this old woman as a practice subject was the most suitable option.

In comparison, what Li Zhuiyuan was truly concerned about was Cao Buxiu, who had escaped. Although that guy had tested him with snowflakes and was in the late stages of diabetes, he was essentially a martial artist.

Those who cultivate multiple skills rarely reach high positions, and those who do are never simple.

Of course, the one he feared most was the high-ranking monk of the Kong generation in the pavilion.

The "Kong" generation at Qinglong Temple are elders, not on the same level as the managerial monks he encountered in Fengdu.

However, judging from the way the other party set up the lotus pond and the fact that they only brought a young monk with them, it shows that the other party only has seniority but is not a powerful elder of Qinglong Temple, and their main profession is not martial monk.

Even so, such an existence, comparable to an elder within the orthodox Dragon King's court, should not be underestimated.

Tan Wenbin observed the extraordinary nature of this monk, which is why he did not take the initiative to lead Ayou to make the first move, but instead called for backup.

Master Kongji raised his hand again and pressed it down.

Above their heads, an even larger golden palm print appeared and crashed down.

Chen Xiyuan soared into the air, waving her jade flute continuously, and successfully knocked the palm print away again before it could affect the little brother standing below.

"call……"

Breathing softly.

Fortunately, the little brother is short.

Li Zhuiyuan realized that the high monk was holding back, not because he didn't want to argue with the young man as an elder, but because he wanted people to continue dying.

The high monk's earlier talk of suicide likely meant sacrificing himself. He probably felt that wasn't enough and likely intended to take his two old friends, whom he had known since their youth, with him to help him commit suicide.

Whether the monks of Qinglong Temple are kind-hearted or not is unknown, but they are all ruthless.

Then I would have to revise my evaluation of him, increase his threat level, and at the same time, in the previous assumption, the things that the high monk produced after sacrificing himself would have to be taken back to Qinglong Temple by someone.

At a normal pace, the little monk sweeping the steps would be able to complete the task, but in the current "chaos," how could he be so certain that he wouldn't kill everyone and would leave some alive?

That young apprentice has a problem.

The high-ranking monk in the pavilion is not just an ordinary senior monk in Qinglong Temple. He is a man of great hidden talent. The reason he brings fewer people is because his actions involve karma. Everyone involved will be "sacrificed." The more people he brings, the more people will be sacrificed, which is not worthwhile.

Li Zhuiyuan notified his partner through the red thread.

Cao Buxiu fled downwards like an arrow released from a bow.

The loud noise above startled the little monk sweeping the floor, causing him to drop his broom and cower in the corner of the steps.

Just then, a pair of golden maces appeared out of nowhere, bringing immense force; a rusty sword thrust out unexpectedly, leaving everyone bewildered.

Cao Buxiu: Oh no, they really did have a backup plan!

The old man quickly steadied himself, his clothes turned inside out and spread out, revealing array patterns carved on them and various old and new talismans pasted on them. Clearly, these were his life's treasures, which he carried with him at all times.

However, the next moment, the golden mace swept past him, and the rusty sword was not aimed at him.

These two fierce attacks, which were definitely aimed at me just now, suddenly changed direction.

Cao Buxiu's lips twitched. He cherished his life so much, but the other party seemed uninterested in his cherishing.

The golden mace and the rusty sword were both pointed at the little monk huddled in the corner.

The young monk was stunned. He didn't know why he was being treated in such a grand manner. Apart from being able to cook porridge and pickle vegetables, he couldn't even recite a sutra properly.

A tremendous life-or-death crisis descended, and the young monk's still-youthful face cracked open, revealing hideous fissures. His skin ruptured, and the true demon burst forth from his body.

The transformation came so quickly, along with the terrifying, billowing demonic energy that spilled out as well.

That little monk is dead.

Or you could say that he never truly existed. In essence, he was just a new understanding instilled in a true demon after he was cloaked in a cassock, like a dream that lasted for many years.

This was an extremely perfect disguise, because even the young monk himself didn't know he was pretending; he was simply living earnestly and serving his master.

When he was truly about to die, the dream shattered, and the truth was revealed.

Two black, demonic hands grasped the golden mace and the rusty sword, respectively.

Tan Wenbin's snake-like eyes flashed, exerting a deterrent effect, but the True Demon's forehead cracked open with a third eye, absorbing and gathering all the mental influence into it.

Lin Shuyou threw out another golden mace, and the True Demon swung its arm, unleashing tremendous force as it smashed the second golden mace with the one it was holding.

Then, the True Demon released his golden mace and threw a punch. His fist was filled with demonic energy. Lin Shuyou crossed his two maces, switched to True Monarch mode, and his Buddha-light overflowed, neutralizing the demonic energy.

However, in this clash, Lin Shuyou suffered from being suppressed by his opponent in terms of absolute strength. He was blasted far away by the punch and had to rely on his double maces to pierce the ground beneath him to stabilize his body after landing.

When Lin Shuyou clashed with the True Demon, Tan Wenbin, who found that his abilities seemed to be immune to the Demon's, did not linger in the fight and immediately retreated to a safe distance.

Only then did the true demon fully stand up. It was now much taller than the little monk before, and as its flesh writhed, it revealed the Demon-Subduing Chains that had bound it for countless years and had long since grown into its body.

Lin Shuyou: "Does a high-ranking monk carry this as an attendant when he goes out?"

Tan Wenbin: "Even the Ghost King can take refuge under the Bodhisattva."

Boy: "What's wrong?"

Cao Buxiu stood there dumbfounded, staring at the powerful demon that had broken through.

This demon is a guardian deity of Qinglong Temple, who has been converted and transformed over generations, and is known for his unparalleled divine power.

At this moment, Cao Buxiu felt no joy at the prospect of having such a powerful ally, which would make his escape much easier. If Kongji carried this, then everything he had told him before would be out of the question.

What do you mean by fearing that your Buddhist heart will collapse and you will fall into demonic possession when you sacrifice yourself and pass away, and that you need to join forces with Granny Wei to suppress it for safety? With this deity here, why would you need the two of you?
Cao Buxiu realized what was happening and immediately cursed, "Kongji, I only came to help you because I considered you a friend, and you fucking used me as a sacrifice!"

The demon uttered a demonic sound from its throat.

Tan Wenbin held his rusty sword horizontally in front of him, and a white centipede phantom appeared behind him, helping him and Ayou to dispel the influence of the terrifying demonic sound.

Fortunately, my moves were ineffective against it, but it also couldn't use those moves to control me.

The true demon's form transformed into black mist, then shrank inward before exploding, appearing before Tan Wenbin at an astonishing speed.

Lin Shuyou shifted and stood in front of Brother Bin, his body spinning in place, his golden mace leaving afterimages.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Since there is a gap in absolute strength, then make up for it with absolute speed. If speed is not enough, then compete on endurance!
At first, the True Demon kept raising its hand and throwing punches, exchanging blows with Lin Shuyou. It was also fighting Lin Shuyou according to its fighting instincts.

But this endless barrage of attacks frustrated the demon. It roared and thrust its shoulder forward, enduring Lin Shuyou's mace strikes repeatedly. Its bones and flesh caved in rapidly. But when it released its defense, Lin Shuyou was left defenseless as well. The chains wrapped around its body were torn off and cleaved in its hand, which it then swung out.

Boy: "Retreat!"

Lin Shuyou can't afford to suffer such a loss.

After Ah-you unleashed his final mace strike, he used the momentum to retreat and dodge the chain strike.

The demon opened its mouth, and the air reversed wildly and was sucked into its mouth, sealing off Lin Shuyou's room to maneuver.

Ayou's figure not only failed to escape, but instead got closer and closer.

The demon opened his arms, ready to crush Lin Shuyou's arms if he got any closer.

Tan Wenbin's blood ape power surged, and he charged forward with his sword, arriving behind the True Demon. His rusty sword pierced the True Demon's back.

But it could only go in a tiny bit before it couldn't go any further.

The white hair on the back of the demon's head came loose, revealing a second face. Its back split open, and a third hand appeared, gripping the rusty sword in Tan Wenbin's hand.

This guy is incredibly powerful!

Since the last time Xiao Yuan gave them a group training course, he and Ayou have rarely encountered such a formidable opponent.

The faceless man's body on the small hill outside the Chen family's ancestral home, though far more powerful than the true demon before them, lacked subjective control, while the true demon existed as an independent entity.

Tan Wenbin channeled the immense resentment within him into the true demon through the rusty sword.

The true demon immediately raised its head, not letting out a wail, but instead letting out a long, pleasant moan.

Tan Wenbin knew that what he was doing would nourish the True Demon, and the injuries that Ayou had inflicted on it earlier were healing at a visible speed.

But this kind of action, which lets it have some fun at crucial moments, can actually help Ah You out of a tight spot.

After the demon used its mouth to howl, the wind that had been restraining Lin Shuyou subsided, allowing him to escape.

Tan Wenbin decisively abandoned the rusty sword and quickly retreated.

But this pleasure became addictive for the demon, and it instinctively turned around and chased after Tan Wenbin, wanting to continue.

A piece of clothing flew over, and the array patterns and talismans on it were activated, covering the true demon's head. An invisible cage appeared, forcing the true demon to lose its sense of direction for a short time.

It was Cao Buxiu who made the move; not only did he stop trying to escape, he also turned against them!
After Tan Wenbin landed in the snow-covered bushes, he looked at Cao Buxiu.

Cao Buxiu: "I saved your life, so please spare mine too, okay?"

Tan Wenbin remained silent.

Cao Buxiu: "Hey, you can't just turn your back on me after you've done your job..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cao Buxiu stopped, because he saw Runsheng walking out from behind Tan Wenbin.

The old man's lips twitched again, as was his habit. The other party had deliberately fled in that direction, hoping to lure the true demon away so his companions could take action. In the end, his good intentions had backfired.

"No, my clothes!"

"His!"

The enraged demon tore the clothes covering him to shreds.

Cao Buxiu looked at the flying fragments and felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Tan Wenbin: "This thing is immune to me, and it's also difficult for Ayou to break through its defenses. The people below can't move for the time being. Brother Xiaoyuan said there are still things hidden in the closed shops in the scenic area. Can you handle it by yourself? If you can, Ayou and I will go up and help Brother Xiaoyuan."

Runsheng: "I don't know."

The true demon charged at Tan Wenbin, who could bring him joy, once again. Runsheng twisted his neck and took the initiative to meet it.

Both of them raised their fists.

Cao Buxiu: "Are you stupid? Trying to fight a divine general from Qinglong Temple with your fists..."

"boom!"

After exchanging a punch, the demonic energy on the true demon surged, making him feel very uncomfortable, and he staggered back several steps.

Runsheng was sent flying, crashing heavily into the side of the mountain wall, his body deeply dented.

Cao Buxiu: "It's over..."

I thought that after I betrayed my side, a great general had joined my new team, but it turned out to be a brainless brute who couldn't fight back.

"Crash..."

Cement and rocks rolled down, and Runsheng walked out from inside. He had some injuries, but each injury was shrouded in a deathly black aura.

Previously, Ayou was able to withstand a punch from the True Demon with his double maces, and even when he was knocked away, he was far less disheveled than Runsheng. This shows that Runsheng deliberately did not deflect the force, but instead allowed himself to be knocked away further, and even hoped to inflict some injury on himself to stimulate his body's instinctive reaction.

For Runsheng, using his brain was too complicated and cumbersome; he preferred to rely on his instincts, and even the way he activated his instincts was quite unique.

Runsheng swung his arm as he walked back, and as he passed Tan Wenbin, he spoke:

"Now I know, I can kill it."

(End of this chapter)