The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 572 Let Your Lair Set on Fire

Changes occur suddenly.

A sinister and terrifying ghostly power emanated from behind Lang Jiuchuan.

A huge black shadow enveloped her, and from the shadow she saw a giant hand coming towards her. She immediately dodged the sinister palm wind and countered with a palm lightning bolt at the black shadow.

A thunderous boom resounded.

The entire burial pit trembled several times, and the bones inside fell down due to the violent shaking.

The same killing power was generated by the chariot, which attacked the skeletal monster that it saw as a giant.

Lang Jiuchuan had already seen what was attacking him. It was a skeletal monster, a full ten feet tall, pieced together from countless fragments of bones. It had nine heads, with the central, enormous head having two glowing, blue-green soul fires burning in its eye sockets. Its jaw creaked as it opened and closed, emitting a silent roar.

Its attack missed, and it was instead struck by lightning. The white bones on its body were blasted apart and fell off by the lightning, but new ones were quickly summoned from the bottom of the pit and reassembled. It angrily swung its huge bone claws and pounced on Lang Jiuchuan and Jiang Che, its jaws agape: "Roar!"

A foul wind, mixed with a thick aura of death and malevolent energy, surged towards them like waves, chilling them to the bone.

"Roar!" Jiang Che roared, his tiger-like howl was awe-inspiring. Instead of retreating, he advanced, leaping with his hind legs and transforming into a giant white tiger. His sharp claws, carrying a fierce momentum, reached for the huge bone claw.

boom!
The tiger claw and the bone claw clashed, creating a shockwave that caused Che to sway slightly and fall into the mountain of bones. The giant bone claw shattered and broke, its resentment growing even stronger.

With its other bone claw, it grabbed at the air, and countless sharp bone fragments shot out from the pit like arrows, piercing towards Lang Jiuchuan and the others.

"Protect your true form!" Lang Jiuchuan shouted in a deep voice as he saw the bone-shattering arrow stained with a chilling, eerie green corpse poison. He had already summoned the Emperor Bell in his hand: "Heavenly thunder rumbles, divine thunder roars... By the decree of the Supreme God, hasten as the law commands, slay!"

The powerful Daoist energy struck the Emperor Bell, its sound like thunder, shaking all directions. The lightning struck the White Bone Demon, bursting forth with a burst of intense purple-white light and crackling sounds. The white bone body broke and fell off one by one, and even of the nine strange skulls, only the largest one remained.

The White Bone Demon let out a shrill cry, and its head shot out a ghostly blue aura of death. Immediately afterwards, the white bones in the pit were piled up and reassembled into a body.

"Close off the five senses and attack the joints." Lang Jiuchuan shouted again, her figure flashing as she leaped towards the opponent's head. She raised the Emperor Bell and smashed it down like a heavy hammer.

With its skull shattered, the White Bone Demon's newly assembled body swayed precariously. Before it could retaliate, it roared and charged at it, its movements as swift as lightning, its tiger claws targeting its joints.

The man and the tiger worked together seamlessly, forcing the White Bone Demon to be distracted for a moment. But this momentary distraction caused its newly assembled body to shatter again. As if enraged, its head flew off, and its soul fire shot out, heading towards Jiang Che.

The soul fire, carrying a power capable of scorching the soul, made Che's fur stand on end. Cunningly, Che didn't confront it head-on, but instead darted away.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes were sharp. The bone pit was its weapon. As long as it wasn't broken, it could continue to rebuild its skeletal demon body with the help of these thousands of bones.

A flash of inspiration struck her. She formed hand seals and summoned several bolts of heavenly lightning, which struck various parts of the mortuary, including one bolt that struck the grave.

When the lightning struck the grave, the White Bone Demon panicked and roared as she flew towards it at incredible speed.

Lang Jiuchuan immediately understood. This White Bone Demon was likely the guardian of the Corpse Demon, and even her grave could not be disturbed. Or rather, the grave was the core of this Corpse Pit Extreme Evil Array, and its loss was unacceptable, hence his tense demeanor. Being concerned was the right thing to do!

She immediately changed her incantation, condensing the chaotic energy at her fingertips, and then quickly chanted the Thunderfire Incantation, striking the chaotic energy towards the grave. As soon as the lightning struck, it transformed into chaotic thunderfire, smashing into the pure black Yin wood coffin inside the grave.

With a thunderous roar, a purple-gold fire serpent instantly engulfed the Yin Wood Coffin, the flames burning bright red.

"Roar!"

Enraged, the White Bone Demon's head flew towards Langjiuchuan as if possessed, its massive mouth gaping open to reveal its sinister and sharp fangs.

Lang Jiuchuan sneered and blasted another chaotic lightning fire at it. The flames landed directly in its open maw with a loud bang, instantly turning into a fireball that fell into the pit of corpses.

When the fireball entered the pit and encountered the corpse water and oil, the fire intensified and spread rapidly. The black water in the corpse pit seemed to ignite like hellfire, engulfing the thick, gloomy, and deathly aura.

At the same time, in a certain town, a woman exuding a strange fragrance had just exhaled a breath of corpse energy at Gong Tinglan, who was relentlessly pursuing her. Just as her long, black, sharp fingernails were about to touch his face, she suddenly froze, her expression changed drastically, and she vanished from the spot.

Gong Tinglan took two steps back, made a hand seal, touched her forehead, forced out the wisp of corpse energy, and chased after the direction in which the corpse demon had disappeared.

He recalled the corpse demon's changed expression just now, and a thought struck him. He took out a communication jade talisman and sent a message to Lang Jiuchuan.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the white bone spirit ball rolling in the sea of ​​fire, and the mountain of white bones in the entire corpse pit, his expression cold and stern.

She made a wind spell, making the fire burn even brighter.

It's better if the resentment of the dead doesn't exist.

The jade talisman resonated.

Lang Jiuchuan took it out, made a hand seal, and listened. It was exactly what Gong Tinglan had said. He had found the trace of the corpse demon and fought with it. However, for some reason, she suddenly disappeared. He was now following her scent to catch up.

Looking at the burning graves, Lang Jiuchuan replied, "Her stronghold is on fire, she's probably rushing back to put it out."

She also told me the location of this place.

The fire raged fiercely, the righteous chaotic fire devouring the resentment of death. Lang Jiuchuan had no choice but to rush to the shady side of the corpse pit, to see this sinful place, burned by the chaotic fire, falling into ruin, breaking through the miasma of corpses to reveal the true sky. He couldn't help but take one last look at the grave.

It's truly a coincidence that that grave must be the core of this extremely evil formation. The corpse was kept in a coffin made of yin wood, covered with a talisman, and then the corpse demon was tamed with the resentment of death. How much resentment of death must she have absorbed as energy?
She had been absorbing the miasma of corpse poison for years, and it accumulated on the corpse day by day. How could it not be poisonous?
Lang Jiuchuan thought of the corpse poison in the human body, which corrodes the internal organs and breeds worm eggs to produce corpse worms. If the corpse worms enter the water and people drink it, how far can it spread?

People believe that burial is the best way to ensure peace, but extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. If someone is truly gone, they must be cremated to prevent the growth of maggots and the transformation into zombies, thus turning this small world into a living hell.

Lang Jiuchuan suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white light. He looked down and exclaimed in surprise, "The Ghost Flower?"

(End of this chapter)