Immortal Creation.

Chapter 648 The Painted Skin Rakshasa Invades the Immortal City

The Lord of Ghost Fire unleashed three consecutive ghostly spells with almost no interval, so fierce and fast that the Earthly Fiend God was unable to retaliate and was severely injured.

However, such a record made Ghostfire Lord serious.

He did indeed severely damage the Wangchuan Lord's divided spirit, but judging from the leaked aura, the foundation of the Earthly Fiend God of Turbidity was not only his body, but also a part of it was connected to the great formation here.

In this way, not to mention severely damaging them, even if the Earthly Fiend God is completely annihilated, the latter will still emerge from this great formation and from these massive amounts of Earthly Lung Turbid Qi.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the giant pillar of turbid energy was frantically poured into the body of the Earthly Fiend God.

The Earthly Fiend God suddenly raised his head, as if receiving sweet rain after a long drought.

First, its empty chest rapidly filled with turbid air. Then, the charred surface quickly peeled away, revealing a newly formed, more defensive physique beneath. Finally, it roared to the sky, its voice shaking the battlefield, unleashing a magnificent and terrifying aura.

"As long as the turbid air is exhausted, the turbid spirit will never die." The voice of the Lord of the River of Oblivion came through the churning turbid air, carrying a hint of leisure, and asked with a mocking and provocative tone, "Yin Jiuzhu, can your fire burn away the accumulated filth of the Nine Netherworlds?"

Yin Jiuzhu remained silent, sitting cross-legged on the charred bone lotus platform, yet he frequently made moves.

These ghostly arts were only meant to restrain the Earthly Fiends and the filthy spirits; the main focus of the attack was on the endless turbid air of the earth's lungs.

The ghostly techniques repeatedly proved effective, dispersing the vast majority of the turbid air columns.

But the turbid air in the lungs is endless; however much is dispersed or destroyed, it can be replenished in the same amount, even more than before!
The impact of the Earthly Fiends and the Turbid Gods forced Yin Jiuzhu to control his lotus platform, spinning continuously to evade them.

For the first time since the start of the battle, the Ghostfire Lord has been at a disadvantage.

"The Earthly Fiends and Turbid Gods of the Lord of Wangchuan are not considered to have profound cultivation, and have not yet mastered the divine Dao field."

"But this great formation is deeply bound to Him. Only by eliminating the great formation, or at least destroying it, so that the turbid energy becomes finite instead of infinite, can the Earthly Fiend Turbid God be resolved."

"I need to take a closer look at this grand formation to see what it's all about..."

Recognizing the situation, Lord Ghostfire urged the Yin Crow Ghost Candle with even greater force.

The candle was jet black and glossy, and the flame was shaped like a crow's head. The flame was pitch black, but there were two points of purple flame burning where the eyes were, as if two purple pupils were embedded in it.

This strange fire can see through many appearances, revealing the inner secrets to the Lord of Ghost Fire.

Just now, the Ghostfire Lord had already begun to urge it on, and now, with increased intensity, he finally completed this investigation, helping him to uncover the truth.

The truth, once revealed, surprised even the Ghostfire Lord.

"This is the Heaven-Connecting and Earth-Connecting Two-Phase Formation!"

"Among them, Tianxiang is a celestial ghost incarnate who performs the ritual of calamity. He specializes in refining the skulls of celestial ghosts and sacrificing blood to all living beings in exchange for the favor of the underworld and a great increase in his destiny."

"The earth's energy is a barrier against the turbid air rising from the earth's lungs. It is specially designed to draw on the earth's energy, continuously and endlessly, which has a good effect on blocking the enemy."

It is worth mentioning that the Heavenly Ghost Transformation Ritual is a Confucian art, while the Earthly Lung Turbid Qi Surge Barrier is an earth-elemental magic treasure; neither of them is a magic array.

The only magic array is the Heaven-Connecting and Earth-Connecting Two-Phase Array. One of the characteristics of this magic array is that it can use spells, magic treasures, and many other things that are not magic arrays as the two phases to combine them into various Heaven-Connecting and Earth-Connecting Two-Phase Arrays.

The flickering candlelight of the Yin Ya Ghost Eye Candle cast shifting shadows and reflected a distant, blurry scene in the divine sea of ​​the Ghost Fire Lord—not the battlefield before him, but a sharp, celestial city, with towering buildings standing on the surface of the River of Oblivion.

This is the Immortal City of Oblivion!

Deep within the Immortal City, inside the City Lord's Mansion, there is a screen.

This screen was enormous; it was a single boulder, over ten zhang in diameter and nearly a hundred chi long, resembling the fossilized spine of some creature.

The surface of the fossil vertebrae is covered with a large amount of mud, lava, plant roots, and many spiral-shaped twisted holes.

The boulders were deeply embedded in the earth, drawing upon the earth's vital energy on a terrifying scale.

The turbid air in the lungs surges and obstructs the barrier!
The flame of the Shadow Raven Candle intensified slightly, causing the surface of the giant stone screen to become illusory and blurry, revealing more of the truth within.

The Ghostfire Lord immediately saw that there were seventy-two tuberculosis lesions inside the giant stone screen.

Each pulmonary tuberculosis is the size of an adult's head, irregular in shape but ellipsoidal, and pulsates slightly like a living organ.

Lord Ghostfire was speechless for a moment.

Good guy!
Lord Wangchuan's preparations were far too thorough.

This turbid air surging and obstructing barrier is a geological feature, but it is not located here on the battlefield; rather, it is hidden far away in the Immortal City of the River of Oblivion.

Normally, such an important magical artifact is the core of the Earth Formation and cannot be separated from the formation itself.

However, the Heaven-Connecting-Earth Two-Phase Formation is special.

This grand formation often covers an extremely vast area. It can be said that it truly deserves the name of connecting heaven and earth.

Furthermore, since Lord Wangchuan is currently surrounding the Celestial Phase, it is only natural that he would activate the power of the Earth Phase array. Moreover, he can also harmonize with the universe, utilizing the Earth Phase to enhance the Celestial Phase!

Lord Ghostfire pondered in his heart: "Many cultivators who were in charge of this Heaven-Connecting Earth Formation have been lost, which has caused the formation to operate slowly."

"Furthermore, within the Heavenly Formation, there are also the Returning Void Finger, the Silent Ghost Monk's natal Buddha Wheel, and the Lord's Seal of the Forgotten River Underworld. This is also a huge obstacle, hindering the operation of the formation."

"But this only obstructs celestial phenomena and has little to do with the earth."

"To break through the earth's formation, we must start with the Immortal City of Oblivion!"

Upon realizing this, Lord Ghostfire immediately understood that whether he could hinder Lord Forgotten River's path to enlightenment, and whether he could defeat him, did not lie with himself.

But -

"The Painted Skin Rakshasa!" The Ghostfire Lord understood this and suddenly realized that his previous divination was correct. Arranging the Painted Skin Rakshasa to the Forgotten River Immortal Mansion was the most crucial move.

Lord Ghostfire activated his magic with all his might, attempting to contact the Painted Skin Rakshasa and explain the situation.

The Painted Skin Rakshasa was currently patrolling the outskirts of the Forgotten River Immortal City, using magic to secretly observe the city's gate.

A round mirror hangs high above the gate of the immortal city.

This is an ancient bronze mirror, its surface a dull gray patina, tinged with a bluish-red hue. The mirror's surface resembles murky mercury, with swirling, grayish-black sand visible beneath, emanating a pale, phosphorescent glow. The back of the mirror features a relief of a blind judge holding a scroll, exuding an aura of malevolence.

"This is a cursed mirror."

"Getting into this city will be a bit troublesome."

The painted-skin demon sighed softly.

This is all because this mirror of evil, when viewed normally, is even worse than an ordinary mirror, appearing completely murky. Its true purpose is to make living beings reveal their sins.

The blue flames scorched the mirror, blurring and fading the physical form of the person reflected, revealing bones and the soul. All sinners bear dark red branding marks, black blood mist, and cursed barbs.

The Painted Skin Rakshasa was a true demonic cultivator who had committed countless murders throughout his life and enjoyed skinning people to create paintings; naturally, he was deeply sinful.

Ordinary disguise techniques wouldn't work; the mirror would surely reveal the truth.

However, as one of the greatest enemies of the Lord of the River of Oblivion, the Painted Skin Rakshasa naturally possesses extraordinary abilities.

After observing for a moment, she had already mastered three methods and was confident that she could secretly infiltrate the immortal city.

"Hmm?!" Just as she was about to activate the technique to disguise herself, her mind trembled, and a wisp of smoke appeared, the dim candlelight seemed to appear and disappear, conveying the message of the Ghost Fire Lord.

The painted-skin demon's expression changed instantly.

"I see!"

"It seems that my side has become the most crucial place."

"Hehehe, interesting."

With time running out, the Painted Skin Rakshasa immediately changed her previous plan to proceed slowly and rushed straight towards the city gate.

The mirror of the evil mirror suddenly burst forth with intense light!
The pale blue beam of light shone on the Painted Skin Rakshasa, whose face flashed with countless fake faces in just a few breaths.

Men and women, young and old, joy and sorrow, all kinds of emotions, too numerous to mention.

"A demon has appeared!" the city's ghost general roared, immediately issuing orders to control the giant crossbows firing terrifying arrows. "Hehehe..." The painted-skin Rakshasa let out a coquettish laugh, a laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

Her figure suddenly exploded, transforming into thousands upon thousands of faces.

These dough sheets, as thin as cicada wings, depict men, women, children, demons, and monsters. They quickly take shape, lifelike, and swarm up, instantly sweeping through the city gate!
Puff puff……

The rain of arrows erupting from the city wall instantly pierced countless faces. But the true form of the Painted Skin Rakshasa had already leaped onto the city wall and appeared behind the defending general.

Soul-Stripping Claw!
The painted-skin demon extended its right hand, which transformed into a scarlet bone claw! The claw tip gleamed with a venomous, cold light, and silently pressed towards the back of the city's guardian ghost general!
Unaware of what was happening, the ghost general at the city gate was immediately ripped from the back by the painted-skinned Rakshasa and died on the spot.

Without a garrison commander, the defenses of this city gate are greatly weakened.

The Painted Skin Rakshasa sneered, then its body trembled, unleashing thousands of painted skins, with its true body hidden within them, all rushing into the Forgotten River Immortal City.

"Enemy attack!"

“A Nascent Soul Ghost General has already perished.”

"Quickly release the Three Paths of Illusion and activate the Three Paths of Illusion Formation!"

The alarm bells rang throughout the city.

For the sake of a long-term plan, the Lord of Wangchuan mobilized almost all of his elite troops. Wangchuan Immortal City was in its most vulnerable state in history, so the morale of the soldiers and officers guarding the city was already high.

The Painted Skin Rakshasa made no attempt to conceal its actions. Although its intrusion into the Immortal City was successful, it immediately alerted the Forgotten River Immortal City.

Three-colored miasma emanated from the ground and quickly spread throughout the city.

The painted-skin Rakshasa trudged through the miasma, which reached up to her ankles and constantly changed colors.

The painted-skin demon held its breath, but even physical contact was enough to trigger its attack, leaving it feeling disoriented.

hum...

The next moment, the entire immortal city emitted a low hum, and countless memorial stones embedded in the walls, eaves, and gaps in the floor tiles lit up at the same time.

The Three Paths Bewitching Formation has officially begun.

The demon in disguise secretly maintained protective measures, but as she walked, she sensed something was wrong.

"This is where?"

"Which direction did I just come from?"

"What...what am I supposed to do?!"

She awoke abruptly, her heart turning cold. She realized that this magic array could make her forget things quickly, lose important memories, and cause her mind to sink deeper and deeper.

She hurriedly activated various magical artifacts, but all to no avail.

Left with no other choice, she could only activate her main cultivation technique, her body radiating light and constantly revealing painted faces.

The painted skin kept peeling off, using its own continuous consumption to offset the terrifying power of the Three Paths Bewitching Mind Array.

The streets of the Immortal City twisted and stretched endlessly through the miasma. The Painted Skin Rakshasa, with unwavering resolve, forcibly endured the drastic depletion of her own resources, finally emerging from the densest miasma area, where the majestic, towering City Lord's Mansion came into view.

Without any hesitation, she crossed the bridge and rushed straight towards the city lord's mansion.

"Wait a moment, stranger. Let this old man ferry you across, shall we?" An old man, piloting a small boat, drifted through the miasma and stood before the painted-skin Rakshasa.

The old man held a paper lantern in his hand, which emitted a pale white light.

Without saying a word, the painted-skin Rakshasa charged at the old man.

The old man sighed deeply, waved his sleeve, and flung out countless pieces of paper.

The paper expanded in the air, transforming into human, horse, boat, and other shapes. Almost instantly, it formed a fleet of ships.

The fleet was enormous, blocking all directions of the Painted Skin Rakshasa's advance.

"Paper craftsman?" The Painted Skin Rakshasa raised an eyebrow, sneered, and summoned hundreds of thousands of masks, which crashed towards the fleet.

In an instant, shouts of battle filled the air.

The Painted Skin Rakshasa and the Ferryman Old Man were locked in a stalemate.

The altar for the ritual of robbery.

The Earthly Fiend God was locked in a fierce battle with the Ghost Fire Lord. Although he suffered heavy blows each time and was almost always at a disadvantage, he managed to restrain a large amount of the Ghost Fire Lord's energy with his inexhaustible earthly turbid energy.

The true form of the Lord of the Forgotten River, who was hiding in a tributary of the River of Oblivion, suddenly changed his expression.

He received intelligence that the Immortal City of Forgotten River was under attack. The intelligence detailed how the Painted Skin Rakshasa had stormed into the city and was fighting the Paper Boat Elder.

"Not good."

"The Painted Skin Rakshasa is indeed in my Immortal City."

"Although she was suppressed by the Immortal City Formation, the Paper Boat Elder could only hold her off for a while with her combat power, but ultimately he could not stop her."

The defenses of Wangchuan Immortal City are very weak, and the Lord of Wangchuan has little confidence.

This situation forced him to make a firm decision and take out a priceless treasure!
This magical artifact is a pair of scissors, only three feet long, made entirely of dark, ancient jade, seemingly capable of swallowing light. The handles are formed by two dark dragons, their mouths wide open, their fangs gripping the base of the blades.

The blade is curved and covered with fine scales, resembling a dragon's spine.

A sliver of extremely refined dark blue light always flowed along the edge of the blade.

Nether Dragon Scissors!
Lord Wangchuan would never have taken out this magical artifact unless he was forced to.

But right now, he can only rely on this precious treasure to break the deadlock.

"The flames of the Nine Netherworlds will eventually burn out. Go." Lord Wangchuan threw out the Netherworld Dragon Scissors.

The scissors flew over the battlefield, causing the Ghostfire Lord to tremble violently!
A flash of ghostly light appeared on the scissors, which were aimed at the Ghostfire Lord from afar and then gently closed.

Click.

With a soft click, the Soul-Summoning Candle was cut in half, spitting out countless white specks of light. Then the flame flickered and quickly went out, and the cries of sorrow on the battlefield abruptly ceased.

The Ghostfire Lord swayed.

Immediately afterwards, the Nether Dragon Scissors faced the Heart-Piercing Blood-Weeping Candle from afar and gently made another snip.

The dark red candle, resembling stained blood, exploded like blood crystals. The flame was instantly extinguished.

Yin Jiuzhu let out a muffled groan, suffering a backlash.

His aura plummeted, and he stared incredulously at the Nether Dragon Scissors, inwardly roaring, "This is a national treasure?!"

He was in great danger, so he quickly reached out and grabbed the Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle, throwing it away.

The Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle disappeared quickly, and when it reappeared, it had transformed into an ice coffin, which encased the Nether Flood Dragon Scissors, freezing and suppressing them with all its might!
The Nether Dragon Scissors moved much more slowly this time, and this time they were aimed at Yin Jiuzhu.

Yin Jiuzhu felt a terrifying alarm bell ringing in his heart, sensing a deadly crisis.

Candles to guide you on your journey to the underworld!
His expression changed drastically, and he lost all his previous composure. He focused all his energy on lighting another precious candle, igniting a dim, yellow flame.

The firelight illuminated the space, creating a path.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lord Ghostfire directly piloted the Scorched Bone Lotus Platform and flew into the alley, fleeing in a sorry state!
The Lord of the River of Oblivion also exerted all his strength. His face was deathly pale, and he had almost lost contact with the Nether Dragon Scissors, leaving him no choice but to let the magic weapon be sealed in the ice coffin.

Activating this powerful artifact consumes an enormous amount of resources!
Even as a Nascent Soul level being, Lord Wangchuan was almost exhausted and fainted.

He painstakingly gathered the waters of countless rivers to envelop his entire body, and after doing so, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)