Chapter 29: The Master of the Grave

  That beautiful female corpse was still quietly lying there, seemingly unrelated to the appearance of the ghosts and also seemed to be completely indifferent to the faint killing intent that emerged on the ghosts.

  It seems that's the case, then I can only take action first, the ghost thought secretly. The undead shouldn't exist in the first place, but a zombie that feeds on the blood and energy of living people is even more unbearable. The Thousand Soul Bell has been taken out, and the ghost's eyes slowly closed.

  Chang Qingzi immediately shielded the ghost's body. It seems that this time, the ghost is prepared to use its full strength, so just in case, it's better to guard her first. Chang Qingzi didn't notice that from the beginning when he was curious about how many times Qianhun Ling could ring, his first reaction later on was to guard the ghost first. Yin Huan Yue slowly stood not far away on the other side of the ghost, and if something happens, she can rush over at any time.

  The thousand soul bells no longer hung from the palm, colliding with each other and making a crisp sound. That degree of impact could only affect the spirits to some extent, but for zombies, it was almost ineffective. So now there is only one way, that is to open the true body of the thousand soul bells. The ghost's eyes suddenly opened, biting his middle finger hard, and applying blood to the thousand soul bells: "With blood as a guide, start!" The thousand soul bells suddenly became palm-sized, with the ghost's left middle finger hanging from the bell string, two thousand soul bells were placed together. His right middle finger and index finger were combined in front of his mouth, and the other three fingers were slightly curved. "Thousand Soul Bells, shock for me!"

  Two thousand soul bells, slightly separated by three fingers, then suddenly collided together. A loud rumbling sound suddenly came out, directly scaring the two Long Qingzi and Yin Huan Yue on both sides. Although Long Qingzi had long known about the Thousand Soul Bell, he never thought that this palm-sized bell would produce such a loud noise.

  It wasn't just the sound, but also the spiritual energy visible to the naked eye of that cultivator, which, after being shaken, slowly approached the white jade coffin in a wavy pattern. With a loud rumble, louder than the sound emitted by the Thousand Soul Bell earlier, the coffin completely exploded, and a cloud of smoke and dust obscured everyone's line of sight.

  The ghost took a step back, his chest heaving with agitation. Indeed, at present, he could only muster one blow. And yet, even so, he was in great discomfort. His spiritual energy was almost completely drained. With difficulty, he calmed the turmoil within him and immediately looked up, fixing his gaze on the direction of the coffin in the swirling dust.

  "Ghost, how are you?" asked Chang Qingzi.

  "There's nothing left, there's no way," said the ghost.

  Chang Qingzi nodded, turning to face the direction of the smoke and dust. The three ghosts wouldn't think that just one explosion could harm the female corpse in the ancient tomb. When facing zombies, even if they were only a few hundred years old, you absolutely couldn't be careless. So when the ghost made its move, it was with a big attack. At this time, you mustn't have any lucky thoughts, otherwise, you wouldn't know how you died the next moment.

  Yin Huan Yue furrowed his brow and glanced in the direction of the ghost, who was now probably unable to strike again. That left only himself and Mo Changqing. He wasn't worried about the zombie in front of him; what interested him more was Mo Changqing's actual strength, which he had been hiding all along. If not for that, why would he have fallen into his trap time and time again?

  Just then, Chang Qingzi suddenly gave a mysterious smile towards Yin Huan Yue. Yin Huan Yue coldly turned her head and said: "Let's begin."

  The smoke dispersed, and the female corpse stood there, looking as if she had just been born. At this time, when she opened her eyes, she was even more stunningly beautiful. The female corpse did not have the furious anger that one would expect, but instead had a smile at the corner of her mouth, like a gentle spring breeze, and seemed to be standing in front of them not as a female corpse, but as a peerless beauty who could topple cities.

  However, the two men present were not affected at all. The two of them seemed to have discussed it beforehand and slowly approached each other, one taking out the Blood-weeping Sword and the other drawing out the Soul-devouring Cudgel, attacking simultaneously.

  The female corpse still stood with a smile, seemingly unaware of the two approaching figures. When they finally reached her front, she suddenly stretched out both hands, one hand grasping a weapon. The female corpse's slender fingers were long and thin on the weapon, as were her shiny fingernails... At this time, the corners of the female corpse's mouth still had a smile, but upon closer inspection, the smile seemed even more eerie.

  At this time, Yin Huan Yue also smiled sarcastically at the corner of his mouth. With a burst of strength, the Soul-Devouring Club returned to his hand, and Chang Qingzi also retrieved the Xiue Sword. The two men did not say a word, but launched another pincer attack from front and back. The female corpse's movements were completely unlike those of a corpse, agile and effortless. Each time, she managed to avoid their attacks, but she didn't seem eager to counterattack.

  The ghost watched from the side, not in a hurry, but always felt that something was strange about what the female corpse wanted to do. The scene of the three people fighting made his eyes feel sour, and he rubbed his eyes, looked up again, and finally found something wrong. The footsteps under the female corpse's feet were not chaotic at all, light and agile, following a special trajectory, moving slowly.

  "She understands the formation!" The ghost hastily cried out.

  The ghost spoke out, and Chang Qingzi and Yin Huan Yue cooperated with tacit understanding to launch a joint attack. Then they immediately retreated. However, it was already too late, the formation had been set up.

  With the female corpse as the center, a circle has already been formed around it. Chang Qingzi and Yin Huan Yue are trapped inside. At this moment, the range between the two and the female corpse is greatly reduced, and both sides temporarily stop fighting.

  "This formation seems somewhat familiar." Yin Huan Yue murmured.

  "This is the ancient Panling Formation, now used in a simpler form." Chang Qingzi said.

  "Pan Leng formation, isn't that an array for absorbing spiritual energy?" The ghost asked in surprise, wait a minute, absorbing spiritual energy, could it be...

  At this time, the ghost thought of it, and the two people inside must have thought of it too. It seems that they are going to torture them slowly. Chang Qingzi tried to move his feet, and indeed, they were stuck very tightly. However, he could still move a little. He looked up at Yin Huan Yue's unpleasant face, feeling strange in his heart, but didn't want to investigate further.

  The darkness of the moon is not because this array is too powerful, but because of this sense of restraint, it makes oneself feel angry. This feeling is just like when they were bound by their own purpose and thrown into the extreme yin land, left to fend for themselves.

  The ghost frowned, but wasn't too worried. The master had long told her that among the three of them, her strength was the weakest, and it wasn't just by a little bit. So no matter what their purpose was, all she needed to do was work hard to train herself.

  At this time, Yin Huan Yue finally burst out. The Soul Devouring Saber was quietly lying in his hand, and then suddenly emitted a dazzling light. Zhang Qingzi's mouth corner hooked up a smile. His eyes were full of interest. Finally going to use it?

  At this time, the female corpse who had been smiling all along finally began to change color.