Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 329: Battle with the Golden Core Corpse

"Hahaha... little kid, do you think you can escape from my grasp with just this little trick?" The laughter of the Wuxiang Demon Lord echoed in the stone chamber, like the howling of a ghost from the underworld. His old face, like dry bark, was distorted, and a crazy light was dancing in his cloudy eyes: "I have already set up a Nine Nether Soul Locking Formation in this cave. You can enter but you can't leave! Just offer up your excellent body!"

The cold voice pierced into Shen Yun's ears like a poisonous snake, with a soul-stirring magic sound. Dense blood-colored runes suddenly appeared on the walls of the stone room, each of which was wriggling like a living thing, emitting a disgusting stench.

"Old monster, you want my body?" Shen Yun suddenly laughed up to the sky, with a hint of madness in his laughter. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes became clearer and sharper: "Then come and get it!" Before he finished speaking, he slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and a green light suddenly flashed.

&34;Zheng——&34;

The crisp sound of the sword resounded through the stone chamber, and the Jinghong Sword came out in response. After this period of careful cultivation, the spiritual light flowing on the sword became more and more brilliant, and there was a faint green light on the edge of the blade, and it was faintly recovering to the level of a second-level upper-grade spiritual weapon - this was also thanks to the sword-grinding stone given by Lin Biyun.

"Humph! A mere foundation-building cultivator dares to act violently in front of me?" The Wuxiang Demon Lord grinned and made hand gestures, and the bones scattered on the ground suddenly trembled violently: "Let me show you what it means to have no way up to heaven and no door to hell!"

&34;Click, click—&34;

Dozens of skeletons stood up at the same time, with green ghostly fire burning in their empty eye sockets. These skeletons were all cultivators in the late stage of foundation building. Although only skeletons were left now, each of them exuded a frightening pressure. They raised their bony arms in unison, and evil spirits gathered between their bony palms.

"Go!"

Following Wuxiang Demon Lord's order, dozens of gray-white evil spirits shot towards Shen Yun like poisonous snakes. Wherever they passed, deep grooves were corroded on the stone walls, making a "hissing" sound.

&34;Well-timed!&34;

Shen Yun's eyes sparkled, and the Jinghong Sword in his hand drew a perfect arc. As the sword passed, the Qinglian sword energy gushed out, turning into a dazzling light curtain in mid-air.

&34;Boom!&34;

The sword energy collided with the evil energy, and a deafening roar erupted. As the energy surged, Shen Yun took advantage of the momentum to leap back, pinching his left hand and throwing the Jinghong Sword into the air with his right hand.

&34;Sword Controlling Technique: Annihilation of All Directions!&34;

The Jinghong Sword trembled violently in the air, and in the blink of an eye it split into ten. Ten identical spirit swords were suspended around Shen Yun, with the sword tips pointing directly at the skeletons. The cold light flowing from the blades illuminated the entire stone chamber like daylight.

"Kill!"

With Shen Yun's roar, ten spirit swords turned into ten streams of light, shooting towards the skeletons with the force of thunder. Wherever the sword light passed, the skeletons exploded one after another, and the broken bones flew everywhere. One skeleton after another collapsed in the dazzling sword light, and the dark green ghost fire was crushed by the sword energy.

"How is this possible?!" Wuxiang Demon Lord widened his eyes, his skinny face full of disbelief: "How can a mere seventh-level Foundation Establishment Realm have such pure sword energy?!"

Shen Yun sneered and said nothing, and the sword gesture in his hand changed again. Ten spiritual swords drew mysterious trajectories in the air, faintly forming a huge sword formation, covering all the remaining skeletons. Every sword slashed down with a devastating force, and those skeletons in the late stage of foundation building had no power to fight back.

The stone chamber was filled with sword energy and broken bones flew everywhere. In just a few moments, dozens of skeletons were completely destroyed, leaving only the bone fragments on the ground still emitting wisps of black smoke.

"Old devil, if you have any other tricks, just use them!" Shen Yun stood proudly, with ten spirit swords circling around him like a blooming sword lotus. Although his face was slightly pale, the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Hehehe..." The Wuxiang Demon Lord suddenly laughed a creepy laugh, and with his skinny fingers, he made a strange spell: "Little kid, do you think this is the end? Today, I will let you see what true despair is!"

As he finished speaking, the floor of the stone chamber suddenly shook violently. The ancient bronze coffin behind the altar made a "clicking" sound, and the coffin lid slowly slid open, and a smell of decay immediately filled the air.

"Wake up, my servant!" The Wuxiang Demon Lord suddenly raised his hands upwards, and a stream of blood-red demonic energy was injected into the coffin.

&34;Boom!&34;

The coffin lid suddenly exploded, and a tall figure slowly stood up from the coffin. This corpse was completely different from the previous skeleton, and it still had most of its flesh on it, but it was a strange blue-gray color. It was wearing a tattered gold-threaded Taoist robe, and there was a bowl-sized hole on its chest that was shocking, and it was obvious that its heart had been taken out alive.

"This is... the body of a Jindan cultivator?!" Shen Yun's pupils shrank suddenly. The pressure emanating from this corpse made him feel suffocated. Even though it had been dead for many years, this corpse still exuded a frightening aura.

"Not bad!" Wuxiang Demon Lord grinned smugly, "This is a Jindan early stage cultivator that I killed with my own hands. Although he is just a Jindan cultivator, I spent a lot of effort to refine this corpse puppet. Today, let it play with you!"

The corpse slowly raised its head, and two scarlet lights suddenly lit up in its empty eye sockets. It turned its neck stiffly, making a "clicking" sound, and finally locked its eyes on Shen Yun.

"Kill him!" Wuxiang Demon Lord gave the order.

&34;Swoosh—&34;

The corpse disappeared instantly, so fast that it almost left a shadow. Shen Yun felt alarmed and quickly activated the ten Jinghong swords to form a defensive sword formation.

&34;Ding!&34;

With a deafening sound of metal clashing, the sharp claws of the corpse collided fiercely with the sword formation. The terrifying shock wave caused spider-web-like cracks on the surrounding stone walls. Shen Yun groaned, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the whole person was knocked back several steps.

"Hahaha! Do you feel the difference?" Wuxiang Demon Lord laughed wildly, "Even if it is dead, this corpse puppet has the strength of a half-step golden elixir! With your little Taoist skills, you'd better surrender!"

Shen Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of fighting spirit: "Old devil, do you think you can scare me like this?" He quickly formed seals with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly: "Jinghong Sword: Annihilation of All Directions!"

Ten spirit swords instantly shone brightly, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air, strangling the corpse from different angles. The sword light was like rain, and each sword was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

&34;Ding ding ding!&34;

The corpse's figure flashed like a ghost, and its claws waved to block most of the sword lights. Occasionally, a few swords slashed at it, but only left shallow white marks on its gray skin, and could not cause any substantial damage.

"It's useless!" Wuxiang Demon Lord sneered, "The body of a Jindan cultivator has been tempered by heavenly thunder. How can a mere foundation-building cultivator like you break it?"