The Primordial Law

Chapter 574 Half a Year Later

A thousand years ago, Yezhou was a perilous frontier, bordering the Netherworld, a wild and terrifying prefecture inhabited by half-humans and half-ghosts. It was a distance of forty to fifty thousand miles from the present-day Lingxiao Realm, a place of deep darkness, rampant spirits, and devoid of any living creatures.

Yezhou is named so because it is close to the ancient city of Ye.

Of course, this proximity doesn't mean being right next to each other, but rather a straight-line distance of less than 10,000 miles.

Those who died unjustly in the world are drawn here by the power of the ancient city of Ye. To this day, this desolate land remains a gathering place for the unjustly deceased, wronged souls, and vengeful spirits.

Qi Feng flew back and landed beside Li Weiyi, reporting, "We've searched the entire area within two hundred li and found nothing unusual."

"it is good!"

Li Weiyi drew his Yellow Dragon Sword, watching the procession of the dead approach the hill, before disappearing like wisps of smoke and mist.

After a while.

A hundred-foot-long yellow dragon sword aura appeared out of thin air, like a yellow crescent moon spread across the ground, spreading into the ranks of the dead and reaping mercilessly.

"puff!"

"Swoosh... Ah... Enemy attack..."

With just one sword strike, the entire undead squad was sent flying.

Like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The corpse spirit's body was cut in half at the waist.

The sword energy spread into their bodies, causing them to crackle and burn, turning into black sand particles.

The ghosts and some other strange and ferocious spirits either exploded or turned into burning fireballs. Only a few powerful spirit commanders survived and fled quickly.

Li Weiyi's figure emerged from stealth, appearing like a white ghost above the vehicle frame, and slashed downwards with his sword in mid-air.

Inside the black carriage below, the humanoid corpse of Marquis Mingchuan, enveloped in a wisp of black, eerie wind, shot out like an arrow.

"boom!"

The frame was shattered into pieces, with debris scattered everywhere.

A long groove of sword energy appeared on the ground.

Marquis Mingchuan is one of the Corpse Lords under the command of "Wrongful Ghost," one of the five great ghost kings of the Seven Wrongs Plain. Li Weiyi had long had his eye on him.

Li Weiyi knew that when acting in the depths of the Netherworld, he had to end the battle as quickly as possible. If he alerted the Ghost Lords of the Ancient Ye City or the Old Ye State City, the trouble would be immense!

"Where to go?"

Li Weiyi formed a hand seal and unleashed the Seventy-Two Thunderstrikes Array.

"Boom."

The area within several miles was enveloped by seventy-two pillars of lightning, turning the ground into a sea of ​​electricity. Barriers appeared all around to intercept the Marquis of Mingchuan who was trying to escape.

The "Records of the Seven Wronged Lords" from Dongxu Camp contains a clear record of this.

Marquis Mingchuan was enfeoffed fifteen years ago, and his cultivation and strength are at the first level of the Longevity Realm.

The intelligence records of Dongxu Camp are completely updated every five years.

"It's you again! You vengeful spirit, you've killed three of our Marquis-level experts and over a hundred of our undead commanders in the last few months. And you still dare to show yourself?"

Marquis Mingchuan spat out a rusty ancient mace and met Li Weiyi's sword strike.

The yellow light emanating from the sword burned its eyes.

"Oh!"

Li Weiyi possessed immense strength, his sword strikes seemingly capable of cleaving mountains. The ancient mace trembled and hummed, instantly sending Marquis Mingchuan flying, his body slamming into the lightning array.

"Why aren't you showing yourselves? If you don't make a move soon, I will die at his hands!" Marquis Mingchuan shouted.

Li Weiyi's expression changed slightly as he noticed the ground undulating and shaking. He immediately took out the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal, held it in his left hand, and activated it. At the same time, he continued his attack on Marquis Mingchuan without slowing down.

"Wow!"

A tortoise-shell-shaped ghost emerged from the ground, its entire body pitch black, with only its bloodshot eyes and silver crown visible.

Its aura was profound, far surpassing that of Marquis Mingchuan.

Clearly, they are not comparable to martial artists in the first stage of the Longevity Realm.

However, just as it burst out of the ground, it was blasted away by the Purple Lightning Seal thrown by Li Weiyi.

"Chichi!"

The Purple Heaven Thunder Seal unleashed a wisp of the original power of the Myriad Characters Artifact, with tens of thousands of scriptures and lightning coexisting.

In addition, lightning is inherently effective against yin energy.

This attack instantly wounded the silver-crowned tortoise-shelled ghost. It fell dozens of feet away, its body crackling with lightning and emitting a burning, refining sound.

Fortunately, the silver crown on its head was a defensive treasure that blocked most of the power of the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal. Otherwise, it would have been severely injured in just one exchange.

"A swastika-shaped artifact... You actually have a swastika-shaped artifact..." The silver-crowned ghost with the tortoise shell uttered a hoarse and grating sound.

"Pfft!"

On the other side, Marquis Mingchuan withstood three sword strikes from Li Weiyi, with nowhere left to retreat. He was then stabbed in the abdomen by a sword and staggered backward.

Its deathly roar was deafening, its cries piercingly mournful.

The wound burned as soon as the Yellow Dragon Sword touched it.

Green karmic fire surged from the wound in Mingchuan Hou's abdomen, and along with the corpse pill inside his body, was collected by Li Weiyi into the crimson gourd.

Having obtained the karmic fire, he showed no interest in continuing the fight, withdrew the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal, and prepared to leave.

"Boom!"

The second Ghost Lord, wearing a silver crown, shattered the seventy-two lightning strike arrays with a single punch from the outside, and, accompanied by howling winds and icy blades, blocked Li Weiyi's path.

It was three zhang tall, with a solid, tangible ghostly body, and its skin and flesh were as hard as lead and iron.

On his fist, he wore a corrosive artifact, brimming with corrosive power.

Li Weiyi's eyes were solemn. Liquid magic power flowed through the 120 meridians in his Shenque acupoint. He gathered all his strength in his left arm and struck out with a palm, which collided with the fist of the three-zhang-tall Silver Crown Ghost Marquis.

With a single palm strike, a golden divine seal phantom appeared, as large as a palace, causing the silver light above the Ghost Marquis's head to erupt, transforming into a silver cloud to defend against it.

"boom!"

A human and a ghost both crashed and logged out simultaneously.

"Whoosh!" The Tortoise-Backed Ghost Marquis, wounded by the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal, transformed into a ball of ghostly energy and crashed into Li Weiyi's back, taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack and displaying combat wisdom that was no less than that of any human.

Li Weiyi's movements were mysterious; he strode through the air, circling and dodging.

"Oh!"

The ghostly energy struck the hundred-meter-high hill, causing it to explode and sending white bones flying everywhere.

The ghostly cloud made a turn in mid-air and flew back again.

On the other side, the three-zhang-tall Ghost Lord, with a silver crown on his head, released a large number of strange scriptures, enveloping and shrouding Li Weiyi.

It spewed out a ten-mile-long river of gray mist, with countless hair-like black threads in the river.

The river meanders and flows with great force.

Not wanting to be entangled here, Li Weiyi took out a Swiftness Talisman and affixed it to his chest. Enveloped in the talisman's light, he dashed out of the encirclement of the two Ghost Lords like a shooting star.

The Traveling Talisman, crafted at the Saint Spirit Master level, travels faster than the speed of sound, producing a deafening sonic boom.

He traversed mountains and valleys, his body treading on water, and in an instant crossed a hundred-foot-deep river of corpses.

Sensing the danger behind them, they saw a ten-mile-long river of gray mist and black threads falling from different directions, covering the entire world.

At the same time, the Silver-Crowned Ghost Marquis with a tortoise-like back used a secret technique similar to Taoist magic, the Yin Wind Crossing Speed ​​Technique, to leap across the River of Corpses and burst out from the gray mist, extending a giant claw of ghost fire with yellow shimmering scales on it.

Li Weiyi landed on the shore and suddenly turned around.

He clasped his hands together, like an old monk making a bow.

"Roar!"

A wrathful Vajra with flames, three zhang tall, rose behind him, emitting a deafening Buddhist chant.

The enormous figure in flame form illuminated both banks of the River of Corpses, its aura surging, and shattered the ghostly claw with a single palm strike.

In the gray mist, the Tortoise-Backed Ghost Lord screamed in agony as he was struck, then plunged into the River of Corpses with a splash.

Its silver crown was shaken off and flung into the air.

During this time, Li Weiyi has been collecting karmic fire to cultivate the "Vajra Wrathful Eyes" of the fourth level of the "Six Like Burning Karma" technique, and has now achieved minor success.

The power of a single palm strike shattered the ten-mile-long river of gray mist, causing all the black threads to lose their strength and droop down.

"Wow!"

With a wave from afar, Li Weiyi used his magical energy to retrieve the silver crown that was about to fall into the river of corpses, and then, enveloped in the light of the runes, he sped away.

"Ow!"

The three-zhang-tall, silver-crowned ghost marquis arrived at the River of Corpses, roaring so fiercely that the river's surface trembled. They watched helplessly as the firefly-like talismanic light vanished among the mountains.

It's not that it can't be chased; Li Weiyi hasn't escaped its soul perception range yet.

However, all the techniques the opponent cultivates are effective against them, from the yellow sword and the lightning seal to the fire magic. What's the point of chasing after them?

The Tortoise-Backed Ghost Lord crawled out of the River of Corpses and came to the shore: "This is outrageous! These human sentinels have become quite arrogant. We, the Ghost City of Cave Ruins, are the masters of this vast territory. They are merely livestock for us to breed food and soldiers. The so-called habitat is just a place where we keep them."

After the soul probe on his body disappeared, Li Weiyi shattered the Divine Speed ​​Talisman, concealed his aura, and disappeared into the darkness, heading towards the Yecheng outpost thousands of miles away.

"Chichi!"

He used the spiritual flames containing heavenly fire to refine the yin energy on the silver crown in his hand.

"This headdress is exquisitely crafted. The scriptures on it don't seem to be the work of a human weapon refiner."

Li Weiyi realized that the two silver-crowned ghost marquises were no ordinary beings, and that the three hunting operations during this period had already attracted the attention of the spirits of the old Yezhou city.

"It seems that we will not be able to collect karmic fire for the foreseeable future."

The Yecheng outpost could not possibly be located in the ancient city of Yecheng, but rather on the top of a majestic mountain range more than a thousand miles away from Yecheng.

The mountain range, like a winding dragon, lies across the edge of the Seven Grievances Plain. Even at their peak, the Thundercloud Sect and the Zen Sea Mist Sect could not cross the boundary of the living realm here.

At the mountaintop, there are glaciers that have never melted for thousands of years and snow several feet deep. The cold wind is like a knife, and water freezes instantly when it drips.

Ordinary martial arts practitioners cannot survive.

This is Li Weiyi's third month on guard duty!
Upon reaching the edge of the outpost, Li Weiyi blew his whistle, producing a distinctive rhythmic sound.

The sound of the flute blends with the sound of the wind, and only those in the Sentinel Army who have undergone special training can distinguish it.

"Wow!"

The formation is activated.

Tu Mian Gou, short and stout, came out to greet us, his round face full of smiles: "Brother Jingzhe, did you encounter any danger during your patrol?"

Despite his profound cultivation and fearlessness of wind and snow, he was still dressed very warmly, wrapped up like a ball.

"There was a slight surprise."

Li Weiyi strode into the formation and headed towards the outpost.

Tu Mian Gou's expression changed, and he quickly followed.

Yecheng Outpost is dug inside a thick glacier.

Beneath the bronze furnace at the cave entrance, a fire was burning, and elixirs were being refined.

Xu Daoqing, a young Taoist priest in Shaoyang Guard, is at the third realm of cultivation. He comes from Du'e Temple and sits cross-legged under the bronze furnace, refining the dragon soul source light. Dragon roars occasionally resound from his body.

He opened his eyes when he saw Li Weiyi return.

"Where are the willow leaves?" Li Weiyi asked.

Tu Mian Gou asked, "He went to inspect Yecheng. What exactly happened?"

The twelve Holy Guards of Shaoyang Division are divided into three groups of four, each stationed at a sentry post.

Each outpost is assigned a Holy Spirit Master.

Tu Mian Gou is Tang Wanzhou's newly recruited "Qingming". Despite his chubby appearance, he is actually one of the top experts among this year's Sentinel Spirits, and his combat strength is no less than that of Chi Haohan.

Li Weiyi took out the silver crown: "You two are both top experts who have cultivated for more than sixty years. You are knowledgeable and experienced. Can you recognize what this is?"

……

Asking for a monthly ticket! !

(End of this chapter)