Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

"Junior Brother Fang Chen, watch your back!"

Suddenly, Mingjun Daoist's angry roar came from behind.

Upon hearing the sound, Fang Chen felt a chill run down his spine, a sudden gust of cold wind rose, and the hairs on his body stood on end. A sense of alarm surged through his mind!

Someone attacked us?!

He instinctively turned to face the situation, but in that instant, he suddenly sensed something amiss.

Daoist Mingjun always addressed him as "Junior Brother" and rarely called him by his given name. Especially in such a critical moment, when words should be concise and to the point, he would never use such a direct and verbose manner.

Therefore, the person calling out to you from behind is definitely not...

In a flash, the voice behind him seemed to sense the change in Fang Chen's thoughts, and suddenly became strangely distorted, layer upon layer, like a surging tide:

"Fang Chen!" It was still Mingjun Daoist's angry roar.

"Fang Chen..." The voice transformed into the earnest call of a loving mother from a past life.

"Fang Chen—!" In the end, countless voices, some familiar, some intimate, and some unforgettable, intertwined and surged, each one pointing directly to the softest memories deep in his soul, making him almost unable to resist opening his mouth to respond.

This is the Soul-Capturing Cult's most powerful spell—[Calling the Name to Fall from the Horse]!

Even though Fang Chen was prepared and kept his mind focused, remaining silent, he still felt his three souls tremble and his seven spirits waver, as if his souls and spirits were about to leave his body and fly away!

"This is bad!"

His expression changed drastically, his mind raced, and a thick white mist instantly surged around him, as he tried to use the mist to escape far away.

However, the person in the shadows had been lying in wait for a long time, and now that they had made their move, how could they allow him to escape so easily?

Almost the instant the white mist rose, a figure appeared without warning in the air above Fang Chen.

With a graceful figure, a face like a peach blossom, eyebrows like a painting, and black hair like a waterfall... she was clearly a stunningly beautiful woman who could topple kingdoms!

But upon closer inspection, it sends chills down one's spine.

Every inch of her skin seemed to be meticulously sewn and pieced together from countless beautiful skins. Her eyes, hair, arms, waist, and legs... each part appeared to be a seamless whole, but upon closer inspection, the textures were subtle, with faint traces of stitching.

That was by no means natural beauty; rather, it was as if the bodies of hundreds of women had been disassembled and peeled apart, and the most perfect parts were selected and forcibly pieced together.

No, this is hardly a fairy.

She is clearly a woman created by peeling off the skins of countless women and then stitching them together with evil magic—a "Woman in Human Skin"!

As soon as she appeared, she simply reached out and pressed forward, and the thick white mist that had enveloped Fang Chen melted and dissipated as if snow had met boiling water, revealing his figure as he was about to escape.

The woman's lips curved slightly, she pointed a finger, and parted her lips slightly:

"【Livestock Creation Method】—Sheep Transformation".

As soon as he uttered those five words, Fang Chen's body trembled violently!

In just a few breaths, his entire body began to shrink and hunch over rapidly, gray and white curly hair quickly grew on his skin, his head twisted and deformed into a sheep's head, and his hands and feet shrank into hooves... In an instant, he transformed into a gray-haired goat!

The flow of magical power throughout his body suddenly stagnated, all kinds of spells and techniques were sealed, and even his protective magical artifacts could not be activated due to the isolation of energy.

This evil spell, which immobilizes and temporarily cuts off magic, may only last for a few breaths for a cultivator.

But in a life-or-death struggle, a few breaths are enough to determine the fate of the world!

In an instant, from all directions, a dark and deathly gray mist surged and appeared, converging and intertwining like a tide, swirling and condensing.

In no time, it transformed into a huge bone claw with a smooth, lustrous color, as if carved from white jade, and with a chilling death aura, it fiercely reached out from the void!

Wherever the bone hand passed, the remaining white mist dissipated completely. It enveloped Fang Chen, who had transformed into a gray sheep, without bias, and then—crushed him mercilessly!

puff!

A muffled thud, as if flesh and bones had turned to dust!

From the "Calling the Name to Fall from the Horse" technique to seize the soul and spirit, to the "Creating Animals" technique to immobilize and imprison the body, and then to the "Three Yin White Bone Soul-Destroying Claw" technique to annihilate the physical form...

In just a few breaths, the three evil techniques were seamlessly connected, ruthless and decisive, and were no less powerful than the combined attacks of righteous cultivators!

"Giggle giggle..."

The woman in human skin landed gracefully, covering her mouth with a soft laugh. Her voice, though clear and melodious, lacked any human warmth, carrying only a chilling, bone-deep coldness.

"Soul Summoner, your skill in using the 'calling the name to fall from the horse' technique is still lacking. If it weren't for my quick hands, this young man would probably have already lost his soul and made a hasty escape."

"snort."

A cold snort, hoarse as a broken gong, came from the eaves outside the hall.

A black crow with reddish eyes flapped its wings and landed on the beam.

Its body was mottled, many feathers missing, revealing rotting flesh seeping black fluid beneath. Its beak opened and closed, uttering human words, carrying a chilling, bone-grinding intent:

"Just now, I was seven-tenths of my attention focused on that scoundrel Mingjun, and only used three-tenths of my strength to deal with this kid. I didn't expect that this kid, who seems tough, is actually a coward. Seeing his fellow disciples in trouble, he didn't come to their aid, but instead abandoned them and fled for his own life..."

"Heh, I'll have to go through some trouble later to dig him out of some hidden corner and give him a thorough dressing-down!"

This crow is none other than the current head of the Soul-Capturing Sect—the Soul-Calling Master.

It uses a secret method from its sect to separate its soul from its body and reside in the body of this carrion-eating, soul-refining raven. It comes and goes without a trace, making it extremely insidious and difficult to guard against.

"Enough, enough. We're all brothers, why argue?" The woman in human skin covered her face with her sleeve and chuckled softly. "The Holy Master is about to arrive in person and will completely extinguish the last vestige of the Zheng Yang Path. Our job is to properly clean up all the supplies here."

Her voice trailed off, her scarlet tongue slowly licking the corner of her lips—a gesture that, though alluring, sent chills down one's spine.

"Hehe... Such a cultivator who prides himself on being righteous and possesses pure cultivation has a clear soul and vigorous blood energy, making him a rare and excellent tonic. My stomach is already rumbling with hunger, and I can't wait to... enjoy him properly."

The red light in the eyes of the crow that the Soul Summoner had transformed into intensified, revealing a strong craving. It was about to flap its wings and pounce on the other panicked disciples in the hall when it suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and saw that the tall white jade skeleton "White Bone Warrior" was still standing in the same place, with the eerie green soul fire in its skull pulsating violently, staring intently at the spot where Fang Chen had been crushed by the bone hand.

"White Bone Warrior, what's wrong?" the Soul Summoner asked in a hoarse voice.

"No...no..." The Bone Warrior abruptly looked up, the soul fire within his skull surging incessantly, radiating intense unease. "This child...is not dead!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" The woman in human skin's laughter abruptly stopped, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly. "We just witnessed it with our own eyes; he was crushed into dust by the [Three Yin White Bone Soul-Destroying Claw], his soul scattered..."

Before the words were finished, all three of them froze simultaneously.

Where the giant skeletal hand disappeared, there were no remnants of flesh or blood on the ground, nor any fragments of magical artifacts. Only wisps of pale white mist silently drifted away with the wind, seeping into the cracks between the bricks and stones and vanishing without a trace.

What was just crushed was actually just a lifelike illusion of mist!

"not good--!"

The three men's expressions changed drastically, and alarm bells rang in their minds.

But it was too late.

Just as they realized what was happening, a thick white fog, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, swept in from all directions like a burst dam, completely engulfing the entire square and the three of them.

From the depths of the sea of ​​fog, a voice, clear as jade yet chilling and murderous, drifted along with the mist:

"Primordial Qi... Great Capture!"