Immortal Creation.

Chapter 639 Lord of the River of Oblivion vs. Lady of Sorrow
Earth element – ​​Sandfall.

Earth element, spleen temple!
Ning Zhuo's mind was divided in two: on one hand, he focused on the battlefield, and on the other hand, he devoted himself to his own internal organ temple.

Manipulated by the Earth Elemental Statue, Ning Zhuo greatly saved time practicing spells, and when he did cast them, he had exquisite control and was extremely skilled, as if it were instinct.

Ning Zhuo stared at the sky, and immediately countless yellow sands surged forth out of thin air.

The Yellow Sand Waterfall plunged straight down, vast and magnificent, spreading out along the city wall and directly submerging a large number of dead soldiers.

The yellow sand formed a swirling quicksand on the ground at the corner of the wall, swallowing two skeleton bridges in succession before coming to an abrupt end, dissipating after being broken by the enemy general's ghostly magic.

At least three ghost generals unleashed their magic together, a continuous stream of ghostly techniques transforming into a giant hand that tore through the air and grabbed at Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo neither dodged nor avoided, but stood still, then suddenly stretched out his right hand, pointing his fingers like a sword.

Metal element – ​​Geng Metal Storm.

Blessed by the Jinxing Lung Temple!
A surge of metallic energy erupted from the tip of his sword. The sharp, unstoppable energy struck the ghost's hand, immediately halting its momentum.

The three Golden Core level ghost generals shouted in unison, increasing the amount of magic power they poured in.

The ghost hand, constantly worn down by the golden energy and nourished by the magic power, remained enormous and continued to grab at Ning Zhuo, only its speed plummeted.

Ning Zhuo sneered, and the statues in the Lung Temple became incredibly lifelike, subtly transforming the manipulation of the spell.

The next moment, the metal energy transformed into a whirlwind, rapidly circulating and surrounding the ghost hand.

The ghost hand was completely trapped and unable to move. After a few breaths, it was annihilated by the Gengjin whirlwind.

The three Golden Core ghost generals each groaned, sharing the backlash from their broken spells, and suffered only minor injuries.

Even so, the fact that three Golden Core cultivators working together could not defeat a single Foundation Establishment cultivator was already a huge defeat!
Ning Zhuo, seizing the advantage, did not let up. He turned the Geng metal whirlwind down and wrapped a human bridge that was about to reach the top of the city wall in the middle.

hiss hiss hiss hiss...

A chilling, rapid series of cutting sounds rang out. The hardened bones were like rotten wood before the storm of golden blades, instantly sliced, broken down, and shredded into a cloud of white bone dust!

As the storm swept by, the bone bridge, along with the hundreds of skeletal corpses on it, was completely shredded away, leaving only a mess of bone fragments on the ground!
Seeing Ning Zhuo's overwhelming strength, the Flying Spear Ghost General immediately grabbed a magic weapon-grade spear, aimed at Ning Zhuo, and hurled it directly at him.

Ning Zhuo's mechanism ring suddenly contracted, but he didn't need it to remind him; he had already noticed the attack.

Water Element - Whirlwind Shield Return!

Blessed by the Water Element Kidney Temple.

Azure water appeared out of thin air and instantly surrounded Ning Zhuo, transforming into a giant water shield.

The flying gun struck the water shield, immediately causing it to form a violent vortex.

The swirling water drew the projectile into it, constantly changing its direction. The projectile circled briefly within the water shield before shooting out diagonally in another direction.

boom!
The flying spear struck the base of another skeletal bridge, displaying immense power and instantly blasting it to pieces.

The Flying Spear Ghost General was furious and stared in disbelief. He hadn't expected Ning Zhuo to turn the tables on him, using his attack to destroy the Yin Army's bridge tower. Fortunately, these skeletal soldiers were not very intelligent, otherwise their morale would have plummeted.

Ning Zhuo successfully retaliated, maintaining the water shield while immediately activating another technique.

Wood element – ​​roots and vines intertwined.

Wood-lined Liver Temple!
Ning Zhuo was multitasking; while maintaining other spells, he had to use auxiliary actions to cast spells.

He made a hand seal with his left hand, completing all the movements in just two breaths. Then he flipped his palm down and pressed it lightly against the city wall.

The earth trembled violently as countless thick, dark green vines tore through the hard soil, bursting forth like giant, living pythons! Ignoring the skeletal soldiers' attacks, these vines instantly coiled around their leg bones, torsos, and arms, then cruelly strangled them!

Wherever the vines passed, the skeletal army collapsed in patches, and the soul fires exposed from the broken bones that had not yet scattered on the ground were also extinguished by the vines.

This nearly wiped out all the skeletal remains of the soldiers near the city walls.

Even the skeleton bridge is gone.

This section of the city wall was saved thanks to Ning Zhuo's efforts alone. The boy's astonishing performance attracted countless eyes.

Then, in the next moment, the astonishment in those eyes turned into shock.

Fire element - Nine Heavens Fire Dragon Technique!

Blessed by the Fire Element Heart Temple!
Ning Zhuo switched to fire again, unleashing his signature group attack techniques.

Three fire dragons roared and flew out from the city wall, carrying awe-inspiring power. They rushed forward for nearly a thousand steps, burning away a large number of skeletal dead soldiers who had not yet reached this section of the city wall!

Five or six Golden Core level ghost generals took turns attacking, some using ghost techniques to target the fire dragon, while others used military tactics to empower the withered bones and dead soldiers.

Ning Zhuo controlled the fire dragon with exquisite precision, avoiding many ghostly techniques and maximizing its destructive power.

After a long struggle, the ghost generals finally managed to annihilate the three-headed fire dragon. They all looked extremely pale, panting heavily, and in a very sorry state.

Inside the barracks within the city walls, Qing Chi turned his head to look in Ning Zhuo's direction.

She and Qingjiao Jun served as reserves and had not yet had their turn to play, so they could only wait.

What she saw was a fire dragon soaring and flying in mid-air, hearing its roars and the thunderous explosion that followed: "Which powerful figure is killing the enemy?"

She could feel the power of the fire dragon, which boosted her morale.

Clearly, this offensive was not the style of the Yin army; it must have been launched by their own cultivators.

Ning Zhuo cast another round of the Five Elements spells, clearing out a large open space in front of his section of the city wall, leaving not a single skeleton or dead soldier.

Many of the cultivators around him opened their mouths slightly, but they had no chance to make a move.

Just as Ning Zhuo was about to unleash his third round, he heard the sound of drums.

This is the military order issued by Tie Guzheng to initiate the rotation!

Ning Zhuo was very decisive and turned around and left.

His military skills were greatly improved after the two wars.

Just as he stepped off the wall, the Ink River within the White Paper Immortal City suddenly churned, bursting forth with hundreds of pillars of waves. At least six Ink Rivers rose into the air, transforming into six Ink River Pythons.

Rumble…

The giant serpent wreaked havoc all around, instantly washing away, collapsing, and destroying countless buildings.

Ning Zhuo's pupils suddenly contracted: "Is this Zheng Shoumo's backup plan? Or is there another traitor working behind the scenes?"

He still didn't make a move, but instead followed the previous training and entered the barracks for an emergency rest.

The unrest in the city was actually anticipated by the higher-ups of the White Paper Immortal City.

After all, Zheng Shoumo was not captured alive; he escaped, thus cutting off the next clue.

In fact, it would be strange if he were the only traitor. The dignified Lord of Wangchuan wouldn't do such a thing.

Hades.

Lord Wangchuan on the altar suddenly felt a sense of relief.

The pressure on him as he recited the eulogy lessened dramatically, and the altar spontaneously emitted a blood-red glow.

Lord Wangchuan suddenly realized, "A large number of blood sacrifices have been made! It seems that the attack on the White Paper Immortal City by the mortal realm has begun to bear fruit."

Just then, a mournful melody suddenly rang out.

At first, it lingered softly, then it lingered around us, and after a few breaths, it became the main melody on the altar, even slowing down the swirling, eerie wind.

The five Nascent Soul cultivators guarding outside the Yin Wind roared in anger, and tens of thousands of Imperial Guards mobilized to activate the great formation. However, the formation spun in vain, unable to harm the culprit in the slightest.

Lord Wangchuan sighed softly, "This is vain sorrow, and it is not something you can stop. Brother Gu, the person you want to kill is me, why make things difficult for others? Come and fight me."

As he spoke, Lord Wangchuan took the initiative to activate the great formation, creating an opening in the Yin Wind mass.

The mournful sound gathered into a beam, entered the mouth, and came before the Lord of the River of Oblivion, transforming into a bone cultivator.

It was none other than the Sorrowful Goddess.

She was shrouded in a grayish-white mist of sorrow, her skeletal form sculpted from white jade, slender and ethereal. Her translucent white bones glowed with a warm, luminous quality, like glass or chalcedony. Twelve pairs of ribs, like budding lotus blossoms, protected the ghostly blue soul fire within her chest cavity. Her spine extended into a long, slender tailbone, from which seven jade cones lightly touched the void.

Her entire body was covered in a layer of bone armor of a thousand sorrows and sighs—thousands of hair-thin sighing bone lines interwoven into a garment with an exquisite openwork structure, as thin as a cicada's wing and clinging to her body, outlining a breathtaking silhouette.

Her head was beautiful, with pale blue tear-like marks etched from her cheekbones to her jaw. The ghostly flame in her eye sockets was an icy blue, conveying a deep sorrow.

She gazed at Lord Wangchuan: "Achuan, I became a female cultivator for you, just so we could be together forever. Even now, will you still not change your mind?"

Lord Wangchuan sighed deeply, "Brother Gu, we were sworn brothers, how did things come to this?"

The Sorrowful Goddess said, "You knew my heart all along. You approached me only to take advantage of my strength and talent. When it came time for you to fulfill your promise, you used the excuse of sworn brotherhood to fob me off."

"I'm not your brother, I should be your wife!"

Lord Wangchuan looked up at the sky and said, "I have only one wife in my heart."

The Sorrowful Goddess gave a cold laugh: "Of course I know. That's why I devised a plan to trick your wife out of White Tail Pond, so that she could truly see your sincerity and your character."

"It's you!" Lord Wangchuan's expression changed instantly, and he flew into a rage, pointing angrily at Lady Beigu.

The Sorrowful Goddess laughed loudly, "Hehehe, hahaha. I can't have the one I love, and neither can you! Ah Chuan, I want you to experience my deep sorrow."

Lord Wangchuan, filled with rage, pointed a finger, instantly conjuring a water spear that pierced through the void and shot directly in front of Lady Beigu.

The water spear was murky and thick with moisture, accompanied by a strong, eerie wind.

The Lady of Sorrow neither dodged nor avoided, but simply raised her slender right hand.

Ding--!
The water spear collided with her right palm, producing a metallic clang.

The space in front of the bone palm folded, and countless white bone phantoms, as thin as threads, intertwined into a dense net, constantly annihilating and constantly being reborn, completely negating the soul-corroding power, immense weight, and decaying Dao rhythm contained in the water spear.

The water spear dissipated when its power was exhausted, but the illusory bone lines still layered upon each other, bursting forth with mournful sounds.

The magistrate's deep, unfathomable eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself, "A thousand sorrows and ten thousand sighs for the bones and bones."

He had a close relationship with the Lady of Sorrowful Bones, so he naturally knew many of her secrets.

He changed his hand gestures and softly uttered, "Crossing without intention."

As soon as the icy words fell, Xuanming Water gushed out, merging with Yin-attribute magic power, transforming into a vast black tide that spread out silently.

The Sorrowful Goddess had no way to retreat and was surrounded by the Black Tide.

Her various emotions quickly disappeared under the influence of the Black Tide. Other emotions aside, the key point is that her grief was quite important to her and was an important component of her combat power.

"Ah Chuan, you really do know me." The Sorrowful Goddess smiled sadly.

Lord Wangchuan remained expressionless, silently mobilizing more black tides to besiege Lady Beigu.

Upon approaching, these black tides were immediately and completely blocked by the Sorrowful Goddess's Thousand Sorrows and Laments, to no avail.

But the Lord of the River of Oblivion did not give up. He knew that it would not be a loss to use this magic to deplete the bones of a thousand sorrows and lamentations.

A heart-wrenching, mournful whistle!
The Bone Goddess was naturally aware of the current battle situation. She took out a bone flute and held it horizontally in front of her bone lips.

woo woo woo...

The flute music suddenly rose, not melodious or gentle, but like an orphan losing its mother, a grieving woman weeping blood, or a nation in ruins wailing in despair!
Spell - Elegy Reversed!

Suddenly, the Goddess of Sorrow was overcome with grief, and her combat power surged wildly, even surpassing what it was before the battle began.

Under the sound of the flute, the black tide reversed its course and was instead used by the Lady of Sorrow to rush towards the Lord of the River of Oblivion.

Lord Wangchuan's expression changed slightly, his robes billowed, and his magical power was rapidly depleted as he tried to regain control of the surging black tide.

Just as he was about to make his move, the little finger of the Lady of Sorrow suddenly detached and shot towards Lord Wangchuan.

Ghostly Arts - Heart-Piercing Sorrow!
The finger bone moved so fast it seemed to ignore space, directly imprinting itself on the chest of the Lord of the River of Oblivion.

puff!

With a soft sound, the bone finger pierced through the robe, flesh, and soul of the Lord of the River of Oblivion, shooting out from his back.

Lord Wangchuan stood frozen in place, his life force collapsing like a snow-capped mountain.

"A-Chuan!" The Sorrowful Lady, who had successfully attacked, changed her expression drastically, fearing that she might have accidentally killed the Lord of the Forgotten River, and became anxious.

Lord Wangchuan suddenly pressed his palm forward and let out a cold, angry shout.

In an instant, he shot out countless sharp needles.

Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Devouring Needle!
Each needle carried a chilling, bone-chilling cold and a soul-devouring, malevolent aura, like a swarm of bees, directly enveloping the Sorrowful Goddess and launching a fierce attack upon her.

The Goddess of Sorrow looked terrified, for she discovered that her most prized defensive technique—the Thousand Sorrows and Laments Bone Armor—was severely hampered by these hair-thin needles. The bone armor's regenerative abilities were also almost entirely suppressed.

Ten thousand bones cried out in despair and fled!
Seeing that things were not going well, the Goddess of Sorrow retreated rapidly, breaking through the whirlwind of the altar and fleeing in a sorry state.

Before leaving, she left behind some harsh words: "A-Chuan, you're very good. You actually took advantage of my concern for you to create an opportunity for battle because of my panic."

"Ah."

"I will keep the wounds you inflicted on me, and carefully brew them into a tragic story."

"Next time, I'll show you what's what!"

Lord Wangchuan stood at the edge of the altar, coughing violently and vomiting blood with each cough.

But his posture remained upright.

He wiped away the bloodstains from the corner of his lips and turned his cold, authoritative eyes in another direction.

There, a mute monk in a yellow robe was walking through the air.

It was none other than the Silent Ghost Monk!

No sooner had the Sorrowful Goddess retreated than the Silent Ghost Monk appeared... Clearly, they had already reached some kind of agreement to fight together in private.

"There are probably others hiding behind this." Lord Wangchuan felt immense pressure.

But at that moment, the altar's light suddenly became brighter and stronger.

"Oh?"

"It seems there has been a breakthrough on the battlefield in the mortal realm!"

Yangjian.

White Paper Immortal City.

With a tremendous roar, the south gate was pushed open, leaving the gate wide open!
The person who pushed open the door was none other than the Funeral Music Puppet.

(End of this chapter)