Chapter Ninety-Five: Ghost Slave Tattoo

  "Invincible Demon Body?" Ding Yan barely suppressed the counterattack from his previous strike, gazing at the Blood Path cultivator. "Someone like you has long lost yourself, with countless demons in your heart. Even if you somehow manage to survive the demonic tribulation, you'll still be unable to ascend and are doomed to struggle in this mundane world."

  "This demon's path is not something a junior like you can comment on." The Blood Path person sneered.

  Five fingers pressed against the void.

  Endless waves of blood emerged, like a tsunami, rushing towards Ding Yan.

  Ding Yan took over the painting scroll, and Yuan Li's madness poured in, instantly filling it with a massive surge of energy. A huge wave of blood swept over, engulfing Ding Yan, and finally condensed into a blood sphere that floated up.

  "A minor skill!" The Blood Path cultivator stood on top of the Blood Dragon, gazing at Ding Yan who was enveloped by blood spheres.

  The left hand gathers inward, five fingers as one.

  Pfft...

  A blood-curdling force slammed into the cyan light sphere that had taken shape from the painting, causing it to twist and contort as if being squeezed by an enormous power. Ding Yan, hidden within the light sphere, was mentally shaken by this massive force, a thread of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and the glow on the painting in his hand grew even dimmer.

  "The enlightenment painting scroll of Huang Quan Lao Gui!" One glance was all it took for Xue Dao Ren to see that the scroll was no ordinary one.

  He had been fighting against Huang Quan Old Immortal for his entire life, and he was extremely familiar with the aura of Huang Quan Old Immortal.

  Ding-dong...

  The terrifying aura burst out again, a crisp sound, the iron chain sound spread along the upper space, all the way into the underground palace, and then a strong evil spirit began to fall, some kind of monster also entered this place.

  Xue Dao's complexion changed slightly as he looked at Ding Yan who was bound up, his eyes flickering.

  "Kid, it's better this way, as long as you hand over the Three Souls Sword Energy of Huang Quan Old Ghost, I can consider sparing your life."

  "You think about how to deal with the guy behind you first." Ding said coldly with a smile.

  The right hand lifted up and struck out an ancient seal mark.

  Incomplete Immortal Art!

  The mutation caused by taking the Peach of Immortality at the time of the Lotus Leaf Hand Seal made Ding Yan's understanding of this hand seal reach another level. It is no longer like before, when it could only be attached to other divine abilities and play a supporting role. After the breakthrough, the incomplete immortal technique has become an independent divine ability, with a power that surpasses even the Void Splitting Finger and Petrification Technique.

  The moment the seal was activated, Ding Yan only felt that the small amount of Xian Yuan in his body was instantly drained, and more than half of his yuan force was also absorbed. He stumbled, and almost fell to the ground, but at the last moment, a gray energy burst out from the mysterious three sword energies, making up for the consumption of the incomplete Xian technique.

  After absorbing so much power, the incomplete immortal art finally succeeded.

  An invisible force burst forth, stunning the blood cells as if they had been twisted, and the endless killing intent was actually dodged in this one move.

  Boom!

  A massive blood sphere exploded, splashing blood everywhere, and even the Blood Dragon under their feet was shattered into powder. Ding Yan took a deep breath, using the limited yuan force in his body to perform the Thundercloud Step, borrowing momentum to fly away.

  His eyes widened in shock and he retreated several steps back before regaining his footing.

  "What kind of magic is this?!"

  The incomplete immortal art's scattered energy twisted and dissipated after bursting that blood sphere.

  "Ask the monster behind you."

  Ding Yan's speed was extremely fast, and with a flash of lightning, he disappeared from the sight of the Blood Path people in just three steps.

  At the moment when Xue Dao Ren was about to set off, a terrifying and evil force suddenly attacked from behind. His complexion changed slightly, and with a wave of his left hand, the Blood Sea churned and transformed into endless blood waves, which collided fiercely with the palm that had struck from behind.

  BOOM!!

  Blood sea explosion.

  A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out. After the bloody sea, a headless ancient corpse walked out silently, and on his right arm, black light wrapped together, looking particularly eerie.

  "It's you again, you monster!" The Blood Path's eyelids twitched slightly.

  Previously, on the outskirts of the square, the Blood Path cultivator was injured because he underestimated the headless ancient corpse. Adding to that, the strange black aura enveloped him, causing the Blood Path cultivator to suffer a great loss in their exchange.

  Bang!!

  A muffled sound arose.

  A black iron coffin fell from above.

  Creaking...

  The coffin lid was lifted, and a strange corpse walked out of it.

  Yao energy soared into the sky, linking with the headless ancient corpse, forcing its way towards the Blood Path person.

  "Excuse me for not keeping you company!" The Blood Path cultivator swung his sleeve, and endless blood waves rose from the sky, transforming into dozens of blood dragons that trapped the demon corpse and the headless ancient corpse. At the same time, his body exploded, turning into dozens of blood waves that scattered in all directions.

  Headless ancient corpse five fingers clenched tightly, a burst of black mist exploded out, and it was directly shattered the blood dragon wrapped around its body. The nearby demon corpse was even more eerie, with its dry mouth open, deeply inhaling, easily swallowing the blood water that had transformed into the blood dragon. At the same time, the black fog on the two demon's bodies grew thicker.

  Ding-dong...

  On top of the headless ancient corpse's right arm, an iron chain suddenly jumped up by itself.

  Suddenly, the iron chains spread out like a spider web, each chain binding a cluster of blood waves. The three frontmost chains were even more like tentacles, directly entwining the blood water that Blood Path Person's main body had transformed into.

  Blood surges.

  Transformed into the figure of a Blood Path person once again.

  His face changed greatly, these iron chains were eerie, he had already experienced them before.

  Ahhhhh!!!!!

  At this moment, a terrifying scream came from the depths of the stone temple and reverberated. The two monsters that were approaching the blood path paused for a moment after hearing the sound, and finally knelt down. From their bodies, clusters of eerie black mist dispersed and flew towards the location of the sound as if summoned.

  The bloodthirsty man was shocked and terrified, wanting to escape, but found that his body was trapped by iron chains, unable to move.

  The ground shook more and more violently.

  Innumerable pebbles began falling from above, in the deepest part of the stone temple, some kind of terrifying existence seemed to have awakened from its slumber.

  The shock lasted for about three breaths before it faded away.

  That terrifying force also retreated like a tide, slowly and quietly disappearing into an eerie silence...

  Xue Dao Ren let out a sigh of relief, just as he was about to use his divine power to escape, but instead saw a strange and eerie aura flying out from the depths of the stone temple, accurately imprinting itself on his brow, finally transforming into a small character that looked like a ghostly mark.

  "This is... a Ghost Slave Tattoo?!" The Blood Path cultivator touched his forehead, his face pale.

  In an instant, a terrifying aura burst forth from the ghostly markings on his brow, rendering even Blood Path cultivators unable to muster any thoughts of resistance. Under this crushing pressure, he thudded to the ground in a kneeling position.

  In the depths of the great hall, Ding Yan sat in a corner, coughing up another mouthful of fresh blood.

  "Thanks to that sword energy..." He took a deep breath and stretched out his right hand.

  On his right hand, a severed black ghost slave tattoo jumped restlessly.

  The moment the ghost slave tattoo was imprinted on his brow, the three souls sword energy that had been lurking in his body suddenly burst out. One of them transformed and slashed fiercely at the ghost slave tattoo, forcibly splitting it into two halves. The sword energy also collapsed after shattering the ghost slave tattoo...

  The soul of the Jiujie scattered immortal's sword energy was exhausted after cutting off a ghost slave mark, and it suddenly dissipated into thin air, showing the greatness and horror of the ghost slave mark.

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