Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 462 Thunderstruck, Heavenly Corpse Sect
"The road to the underworld is long, so let's wrap our worries in a quilt, hey!"

"Protect the monarch to ensure stability—Protect the monarch to ensure stability—"

"The stone-paved road is so long!"

"Seeing you off—seeing you off—"

"I once walked with you in the spring countryside, but now only the wind brings coolness, oh dear!"

My heart is filled with confusion—my heart is filled with confusion—

"Paper money flies like white butterflies, cries echo softly around the long willow branches, oh dear!"

"Never forget us—never forget us—"

……

The mournful music was sung, each line piercing the heart.

A layer of inescapable sorrow seemed to linger, carried by gusts of cold wind, seeping into one's heart and mind, bringing tears to one's eyes.

But it was immediately interrupted by applause and cheers—

"Well sung, a reward!"

Inside the golden wedding car, Liu Sheng clapped his hands and laughed, then took out a silver ingot from his storage bag and threw it over.

These are spoils of war I captured back when I was still a martial arts master. They've now turned into trash and are piled up in a corner, not yet cleaned up.

Using this as a tip now is perfectly timed.

I must say, the melody of this funeral music was really well sung, gentle and moving, with genuine emotion, as if the father had really died!
They have no choice but to reward them.

Moreover, that funeral procession ahead, despite its large number of people and the music and fanfare, was actually made up of paper figures!

Flat-bodied, with red painted cheeks and blackened eyes, they were of different heights and dressed differently, but all had sinister smiles that were particularly eerie.

There was no trace of human life.

Generally speaking, the clash between red and white should be handled properly to avoid further complications.

Otherwise, if not handled properly, at best you will have bad luck for a while afterward, at worst you will be sent away and become a "ghost bridge" or "ghost bride" or other eerie creature.

But Liu Sheng was not afraid.

After all, his "Indestructible Vajra Level 7" talent can ward off all evil and make him impervious to all magic.

For example, the cold wind blowing at this moment, when it hits him, feels like a gentle breeze, slightly cool, and he doesn't feel anything special.

However, if it were to fall on others, it would be enough to freeze their blood and bones, and corrode their souls. Only Liu Sheng was in front, warding off all evil; otherwise, Zhao Lei and the others would probably be dead by now.

"My lord, you are so cruel... to humiliate people with counterfeit silver."

Just then, a faint female voice came from the funeral procession.

Then a woman in white slowly raised her head. Her hair was disheveled and covered her face, with only a pair of bright green eyes looking at him through her hair.

The absence of pupils is chilling.

She spoke softly, pinching the silver ingot Liu Sheng had thrown out earlier between two fingers, and gently blew on it.

"Shasha~"

The hard silver coin slipped through her fingers like silver sand, making a soft, dripping sound.

"Sir, my father has passed away, and we need to rush to the burial. Could you please let me pass? In return..."

The woman in white sighed softly, her expression a mixture of grievance and sorrow:
"I wish to marry you, will you?"

"No, you're too ugly. I feel disgusted just looking at you."

Liu Sheng shook his head vigorously, his face full of disgust.

The woman in white was taken aback by Liu Sheng's straightforward and blunt rejection. She was momentarily stunned before replying:

"You heartless wretch, let me see what you've got—"

"Heart!"

As she uttered the last word, she had already appeared beside Liu Sheng without him noticing, reaching out to press her hand against his chest:

"What kind of iron stone is it made of?!"

"Qiang!"

A piercing scratching sound rang out, like fingernails scraping against glass, sharp, high-pitched, and extremely jarring.

"what……"

The woman in white screamed. Her right hand, which had been extended earlier, though not on fire, emitted billowing blue smoke and a stench that filled the air. Her figure blurred, and just as she was about to disappear from the spot, Liu Sheng's mocking voice rang in her ears:
"Your dad got struck by lightning!"

The sound was like the roar of a giant elephant, containing a strong Buddhist power, and like the wrathful eyes of a Vajra, suppressing all evil.

Talent, Prison Suppression!
Before the woman in white could even cry out, she turned into a pile of scraps of paper, which were blown away by the wind.

"Scared to death like that? Tsk tsk..."

Liu Sheng chuckled softly, his eyes reflecting five-colored lightning.

"Boom!"

The next moment, five bolts of lightning descended from the sky, white, blue, black, red, and yellow, their colors swirling and tearing through the night sky, landing fiercely in the center of the funeral procession...

On that coffin!
"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The five elements of lightning—Geng metal, Jia wood, Kan water, Li fire, and Wu earth—are distinct in color, yet they seem to originate from the same source, combining and cycling endlessly, filled with an aura of destruction.

The coffin lid was smashed to pieces on the spot, and the force seeped in, as if a thousand blades were slashing at the figure inside the coffin.

A talent so extraordinary, it was like being struck by lightning!
Talent, Five Elements Spiritual Body!
The combined power of these two talents is terrifying, far surpassing what it had before.

In an instant, Liu Sheng appeared as if the God of Thunder had been reincarnated, with electric snakes coiling around his body and lightning emanating from his seven orifices, exuding a sacred and awe-inspiring aura.

"Junior, you dare!"

Only then did a furious roar erupt from the stone coffin.

The voice was sharp and hoarse, full of harshness, and sounded inhuman.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the stone coffin burst open, and a terrifying flying zombie leaped out.

Flying zombies are a higher form of corpse demons, a special kind of strange demon.

After going through the stages of bronze armor, silver armor, and gold armor, it grows wings and can fly through the air and escape into the ground, hence the name Flying Zombie.

It belongs to the level of ancestral demons, corresponding to the Yin gods among cultivators.

The flying zombie before them was over two zhang tall, upright and cast in the air. It was covered in dark black iron armor, with dark red corpse energy seeping out from the gaps in the armor. Its black wings spread out like a curtain, exuding a fierce corpse energy and a stench that was overwhelming.

His pale, grayish-white face was dry and taut, with dark green flames flickering in his eye sockets. His purplish-black lips parted to reveal two rows of yellowish, sharp teeth, and his long, black hair was loose, hanging down to his purplish-black, hook-like fingernails.

However, after being struck by five thunderbolts, the flying zombie was charred black, its armor was tattered, its black wings were broken, and its skin cracked open along the lightning marks, spreading out like a spider web.

The deep, bone-revealing cracks were inlaid with the embers of five-colored electric arcs, wisps of black smoke rose, and the stench intensified.

Its once black hair was now electrified into hard spikes, each strand standing on end; half of its withered face cracked open, revealing bluish-black bone stubble, making it both comical and pathetic.

Even so, it still exuded a terrifying aura and maintained its oppressive presence. Moreover, its severe injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zombies are known for their thick skin and flesh, and they have almost no weaknesses. As long as their corpse energy is abundant, they can continuously regenerate, making them the tankiest of tanks, extremely difficult and terrifying to deal with.

"Hehehe... What domineering lightning magic! I am Huo Li of the Heavenly Corpse Sect!"

The flying zombie twisted its neck, letting out a sinister laugh. It looked Liu Sheng up and down, then chuckled:
"You're that gigolo... Liu Sheng?"

Are you a demon?

Liu Sheng glanced at the other person, thinking to himself, "Really ugly," with some disdain, but still asked a question.

The body still has enough room to accommodate two more avatars, and this flying zombie in front of us has thick skin and a distinctive feature, making it a pretty good choice.

The prerequisite is that the opponent must be a demon, and killing it will yield its essence.

"……What's the meaning?"

Are you human, demon, or a hybrid of human and demon?

"Human? Demon?"

The flying zombie who called himself Huo Li froze for a moment, instinctively sensing something was wrong. Green flames flickered in his eyes, and corpse energy surged.

"...Are you insulting me?"

(End of this chapter)