Spirit Realm Walker

Golden light entered the main hall, illuminating the scenery clearly.

There are three majestic statues of ten meters high in the hall. The figure in the middle is wearing a battle armor made of metal leaves and a two-inch-long bronze sword. He looks like a military general from the Warring States Period.

The statue on the left is wearing Taoist robes, has a long flowing beard, and carries an iron sword on his back. He looks like a great man with an immortal Taoist spirit.

The statue on the right is wearing a long robe, with only a wooden hairpin to tie its hair. The hanging sideburns and forehead look unruly.

The three statues are the most conspicuous, so they are the first to enter Zhang Yuanqing's field of vision, but he does not care where the statues enshrined in the main hall of Shushan are and which historical figures they correspond to.

His eyes only glanced, then moved downwards, stopping at the coffin lying across the center of the hall.

The coffin was rough and simple in shape, about three meters long and one meter wide. It was made of bronze. The body and lid were engraved with spiritual urn runes and covered with patina.

Zhang Yuanqing recognized it as the Spirit-Sealing Talisman at a glance.

The coffin is a magic weapon, used to seal the evil things inside, but there are more than a dozen deep sword marks on the coffin lid, which destroyed the spirit urn formation pattern.

The evil creature in the coffin was able to escape and destroyed the entire Shushan Immortal Sect.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately looked at the three figures beside the bronze coffin. They were wearing the Taoist robes of Master Shushan. They were two men and one woman. They had long, dry and curly hair, and their eyes were emerald green.

These three corpses gave him the same feeling as Princess Yinyao. They were high-level corpses that had transformed from living people into ghost objects.

The three teachers in Shushan were bathed in the sunlight, and their blue-black skin began to fester and dissolve, revealing the same blue-black flesh, as if they had been splashed with sulfuric acid.

Without realizing it, they knelt down and paid homage to the bronze coffin, and their spirits fluctuated:

"The demon active in ancient times, the supreme corpse ancestor, please give us the strength to resist the rats that invade the Holy Land."

Corpse Ancestor? Zhang Yuanqing was frightened by this title, and ordinary masters could not hold back the word "Corpse Ancestor".

Thinking of the name "郃" again, a mythical and legendary figure flashed in Zhang Yuanqing's mind: Hanba!

Is it Drought Demon sealed in the coffin? Or is this the prototype of Drought Demon?

As his thoughts flickered, he saw that the golden light could not immediately transcend the three higher-level yin beings. Zhang Yuanqing condensed a golden bow in his left hand, and the golden light spewed out from the fingertips of his right hand and turned into arrows. He drew the bow like a full moon.

The three femininities can withstand the burns of the sun's divine power for a long time.

"call out!"

The golden light shot away and made a shrill whistle in the air.

Less than three meters away from the coffin, ripples suddenly appeared in the space, and then the arrow condensed by the sun's divine power disappeared, as if it had been swallowed by the space.

Hidden? Zhang Yuanqing's expression became solemn. He saw that the arrow did not disappear out of thin air, but was wrapped in secrets, and then "extinguished" by the Yin Qi from his invisible perspective.

The evil thing in the coffin has extremely high attainments in the magic of the lunar realm.

At this time, the coffin lid shook slightly, and substantial black smoke filled the gap. There was no sign of evaporation in the golden light, and strands of it poured into the nasal cavities of the three corpses.

In an instant, the three Yin corpses seemed to have taken a big tonic. Their ulcerated skin recovered instantly, and a thin layer of Yin energy covered their bodies to resist the burning of the sun.

The corpse in the middle slowly twisted its neck and looked at the palace door with a stiff face, its eyes were green and sinister:

"Trespass to Shushan without authorization and kill my disciples. Die!"

He suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist, and the white sword light rushed up suddenly, and was immediately purified by the power of the sun. When it hit Zhang Yuanqing, the crossbow was already at the end of its life.

Zhang Yuanqing summoned a five-clawed golden dragon and activated his second form. The dragon-shaped shadow coiled up to protect him.

"Ding!"

The sword light hit the dragon's body and shattered it into pieces.

The divine power of the sun suppresses all spiritual powers and props, but the five-clawed golden dragon and the divine power of the sun have the same source and are not suppressed and can be used normally.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't want to fight in the palace, and was worried that the evil thing in the coffin would attack, so he tapped his toes and flew backwards, landing in the square outside the palace.

Three Yin corpses flew out of the hall side by side, each holding three gleaming iron swords. The sword tips condensed with cold light, like lightning, and once again stabbed the shadow formed by the five-clawed golden dragon.

Even though it had been weakened by the divine power of the sun, the power of the three sword attacks still caused the Golden Dragon Shield to almost collapse.

"Two mid-level eights and one late-level eight are a little higher than me. Without the Yin Qi protection given by the bronze coffin, and the attributes are incompatible, I can defeat the three of them..."

"They have retained most of their skills in life and are swordsmen who are good at close combat. Although the power of the sun can weaken their sword energy, I cannot use other abilities or props to bind my hands..."

As soon as they met, Zhang Yuanqing knew that there was no chance of winning in melee combat.

If the power of the sun cannot transcend them, tactics must be changed.

While he was thinking, he mocked: "It's not me who kills your disciples, but yourself. Tsk tsk, Shushan's thousand-year foundation and more than a thousand disciples were all destroyed because of your selfishness. How can you, the real person who teaches you, be worthy of the ranks of Shushan?" Ancestors?"

Wearing Taoist robes, the headmaster of Shushan looks like an old man, conveying mental fluctuations:

"They didn't die, they just transformed into another kind of living being and continued to exist. I was also right because I gained eternal life."

"Stubborn!" Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly: "I won't talk nonsense with you. I am a bad person of the Tang Dynasty. I came here to borrow the White Emperor's crown on the orders of the bad commander. You Shushan have fallen for themselves and have nothing to do with me. I just want to White Emperor’s Crown.”

The headmaster of Shushan said sadly:

"The bad commander is indeed hypocritical. He said that he would pay back what he borrowed, but he sent his subordinates to take advantage of it. I have dedicated the White Emperor Crown to the Corpse Ancestor. If you want it, let him come and get it in person."

Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed, and the White Emperor's crown was indeed in the Shushan copy.

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[Updated two rules, one: Each player can only participate in the arena competition once. 2: During the arena competition, the core of the formation stops counting down. Three: When there is a formation, the time limit is cleared and the arena match is temporary. 】

The two suddenly updated rules caught both parties off guard.

Mr. President said disappointedly:

"Tsk, tsk, I thought I could keep fighting with war, but it turns out it's not that the evil camp didn't give me a chance to get bugs, but that the spiritual realm didn't allow it. Is the current spiritual realm on the side of the evil camp?"

Shrouded in the holy light, occasionally revealing the outline of thighs and buttocks, it makes people want to stop. The beautiful god, burning with desire, smiled and said:

"I was still thinking just now, if you redeemed the demigod authority and still died in Shura's hands, then he might have single-handedly challenged the entire lawful camp.

"Such rules are beneficial to us. Update the rules at this time... I think it is the result of the confrontation between the spiritual realm and the supreme beings. It is helping us."

Poseidon, whose beard covered half of his face, said: "During the arena competition, the formation countdown stopped, so we must win six rounds. The evil camp must win nine rounds."

The situation has become more severe and complex.

The more victories there are, the easier it is to form a tug-of-war, and in every tug-of-war, a demigod will die, making it almost impossible to achieve zero attrition.

Among the three updated rules, the first one favors the lawful camp, the second one favors the evil camp, and the third one is neutral.

Such "balanced" rules are most likely the result of the confrontation between the spiritual realm and the supreme beings.

During the discussion, a participant from the evil camp appeared. He was the owner of the Dionysus Club, nicknamed Lao Mai!

The old man was tall and burly, with rosacea, gray hair, and cloudy eyes, like a drunkard.

People who looked directly at him would involuntarily feel dizzy, dizzy, and have symptoms of dizziness and nervous system imbalance.

Lao Mai is the 11th level Dionysian.

"It's a bit troublesome." Meishen whispered:

"In terms of personality, he is not the highest, but level 11 generally surpasses us. In terms of ability, his attack is not too strong, but he is the most difficult to deal with.

"The only ones who can restrain alcoholics are knights, but there are no demigods in the knight profession. Among the demigods in your second region, except for the Lord of the Stars, no one can beat him, and the best is a draw."

The Void Demigod came close to her ear and asked in a low voice:

"Have you slept with him?"

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PS: Correct typos first and then correct them, this chapter is a bit short.