Wrath of the Immortal

"Is this the ancient country of Rakshasa?"

Xiao Chen was suspended in the air, looking at the huge island in front of him, and couldn't help frowning.

This island is really too big.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an inland country.

The total area is several times larger than that of Song State in the Chinese mainland.

It is such a place, with vast land and sparse population, and there are hardly any people.

Xiao Chen released his spiritual sense and sensed it carefully.

There is a house thousands of miles away.

"Excuse me, is there anyone?"

When he came to the thatched house, Xiao Chen knocked on the door and shouted.

"Come in and talk!"

The old voice echoed in Xiao Chen's ears.

Then, with a creak, the door opened by itself.

Xiao Chen walked towards the thatched house, took a step in, and quickly retreated.

This seemingly ordinary house contains a lot of dead air.

There is a familiar breath in this dead air.

"How could Wang Shun's aura appear here?"

Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately summoned the Shadowless Sword and attacked the thatched hut.

The sword flashed and landed on the thatched hut.

"Boom!!!"

A loud noise echoed.

The thatched hut collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

"Illusion?"

As soon as these two words appeared in Xiao Chen's mind, the scene in front of him changed.

As far as his eyes could see, it turned into a huge cemetery.

Yes, it was a cemetery.

Tens of thousands of graves stood on the ground, and there was no end in sight.

What Xiao Chen didn't expect was that Wang Shun's aura was also in this grave.

When he sent out his spiritual sense to confirm the direction of the aura, he found that he couldn't find out the specific location.

"What a powerful array technique!"

Xiao Chen took a deep breath, raised his vigilance, and walked into the cemetery step by step.

In the huge cemetery, there was no grass growing, and there was a gloomy murderous aura everywhere.

These graves are in ruins.

There are no tombstones on the graves, and they look like mounds of earth.

Xiao Chen was about to release his spiritual sense to look for Wang Shun's breath, but something he didn't expect happened.

The open space in front of the right was filled with fog, emitting a strange light.

Xiao Chen's face sank, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"Since you are here, why are you in a hurry to leave!"

The cold voice came from all directions, empty and ethereal.

In an instant, the surrounding wind was whistling, and the sound of ghosts crying and sobbing was endless.

On tens of thousands of graves, flames shot up to the sky, gloomy and terrifying.

"Let my friend go, I can spare your life!"

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he was ready to take action.

"Come to my territory, and still be so arrogant, it's ridiculous!"

In the ethereal voice, disdain can be heard.

As soon as the voice fell, the huge cemetery shook violently.

A huge force was formed in an instant and rushed straight to Xiao Chen.

"Looking for death!"

Xiao Chen controlled the shadowless sword and attacked the force.

There was a muffled bang, and the force collapsed instantly.

"You have some skills, no wonder the people over there asked me to kill you..."

As soon as this sentence was finished, a strange force enveloped the huge cemetery.

The surrounding graves were cracked inch by inch.

A corpse wearing a shroud and covered with corpse water crawled out of the grave.

"Corpse control technique?"

Xiao Chen was stunned, his eyes full of surprise.

Recently, he read a lot of ancient books and knew that there was such an evil technique.

Unexpectedly, he encountered such an evil cultivator just after arriving in the ancient country of Rakshasa.

When Xiao Chen was thinking, the next scene shocked him even more.

The corpse suddenly waved to the grave behind him.

A small sword about an inch long flew out from the depths of the grave.

Although the surface of the small sword was rusty,

The light shines on it, emitting a cold and cold light.

It can be seen that this small sword is not an ordinary item. It must have been a peerless magic weapon back then.

The corpse held the small sword in his hand, stepped forward, and stabbed at Xiao Chen.

"Looking for death!!!"

Xiao Chen sneered, controlled the shadowless sword, and went straight to the corpse.

The corpse looked domineering, but it was a monster without a brain.

The shadowless sword flashed and pierced the corpse, killing it on the spot.

"Ah!!!!"

Just hearing the roar, countless corpses crawled out of the grave and attacked Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen controlled the shadowless sword and killed them easily, while looking for Wang Shun's breath.

However, after searching for a long time, he still couldn't find the other party's trace.

Those corpses were quickly killed, and most of them died in a blink of an eye.

"A bunch of trash!!!"

The owner of the cemetery was furious and cast a more powerful evil spell.

In an instant, the soil on the huge grave in the center of the cemetery began to loosen.

At most three or four breaths, cracks appeared on the top of the tomb, and they grew at an alarming speed.

If you look closely, it is not the soil that cracked, but a pair of dry hands that forcibly opened it.

When the dry hands stretched out, a surge of powerful corpse gas gushed out from under the corpse.

A dry skeleton slowly crawled out of the huge tomb.

There was still a lot of flesh and blood on his skin.

However, this flesh and blood was highly rotten and dripped with disgusting corpse fluid.

Even though they were a hundred feet apart, Xiao Chen could still smell the nauseating stench.

"Xiao Chen, remember my name!"

"My name is Guiyou, the Gui of ghost fairy, the You of netherworld!"

"You can die under my corpse control technique, so you are proud of your death!"

"..."

Guiyou laughed triumphantly, controlled the dry bones, and attacked Xiao Chen.

"When I killed the ancestor of the Zeng family, the monster that escaped from his body must be you!"

Xiao Chen raised his hand and pointed at the dry bones with a divine finger of heaven and earth.

"So what if it is, and so what if it is not?"

"In a few breaths, you will become a corpse."

"I am looking forward to training you into a powerful corpse."

"..."

Guiyou hid in the formation and smiled coldly at Xiao Chen.

In his eyes, Xiao Chen only had the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Stage, and he had no chance of leaving here alive.

However, the scene that happened next made Guiyou dumbfounded.

The divine finger of heaven and earth flashed and fell on the dry bones, and the dry bones collapsed immediately.

"You are only in the Nascent Soul stage, how can you display a fighting power that is no less than that of the Spiritualization stage?"

Gui You was dumbfounded, and was shocked again and again. He couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

Not long ago, when Xiao Chen killed the ancestor of the Zeng family, he was not so powerful.

It has only been a short time, and Xiao Chen has such a strong fighting power?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe it.

"If you don't want to die, answer me!!!"

"Is the person who ordered you to kill me Kuimulang?"

"Back then, it was that bastard who saved you!"

"..."

Xiao Chen's voice echoed in the cemetery.

His figure had already appeared a hundred feet away.

As soon as he showed his figure, Xiao Chen grabbed the void in front of him.

"Ah!!!"

Gui You screamed and was immediately caught in Xiao Chen's hand.

Xiao Chen's wrist suddenly exerted force.

He was about to seal Gui You's cultivation, and he couldn't help but frowned.

"Do you think you can fool me like this?"

Xiao Chen snorted coldly, spit out the Qiankun Ding, and threw Guiyou in.

He didn't expect that the object in his hand was not Guiyou's real body, but his clone.

The clone pretended to be caught by Xiao Chen, but his real purpose was to self-destruct.

At such a close distance, if it really self-destructed, Xiao Chen would definitely be seriously injured.

Therefore, Xiao Chen sacrificed the Qiankun Ding and threw Guiyou's soul in.

In this way, even if Guiyou wanted to self-destruct, he couldn't hurt him.

"Boy, you are stronger than I thought!"

"Next time we meet, I will give you a big gift."

"By the way, your good friend Wang Shun is not dead."

"I was just bored and took him to play."

"..."

As soon as the voice fell, Guiyou's clone shrank rapidly and turned into a pool of foul-smelling corpse water.

Xiao Chen was about to release his spiritual consciousness to sense Wang Shun's whereabouts.

A familiar figure climbed out of a grave not far away.

"Who dug this pit? It's so hard to climb out..."

Wang Shun cursed with a dusty face.

Just as he finished cursing, the scene in front of him scared him to death.