Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

At this critical moment, a storm is brewing!

The thick fog suddenly churned, as if a colossal creature had awakened and was stirring up the wind and clouds.

A chilling, murderous voice boomed across the arena:

"You vixen, how dare you damage the foundation of my Dao body... I will surely kill you!"

His voice was filled with extreme rage, carrying an endless, surging hatred. His boiling killing intent was like an invisible shackle, instantly pinning the woman in human skin to death on the spot.

Upon hearing the sound, the latter felt a sudden jolt in his heart, a chill ran through the depths of his soul, and the hairs on his body stood on end. A terrifying premonition of impending doom and inescapable calamity pierced through from the top of his head to the soles of his feet!

"not good--!"

Her face instantly contorted into a ferocious expression, her black hair disheveled, and she abruptly pulled something from her bosom.

The substance was waxy yellow and sticky, with a subtle oily sheen, and emitted a faint, rotten smell.

Upon closer inspection, the pages have a unique texture, with subtle, interwoven patterns... It turns out to be an evil book made of human skin!

This is her natal evil artifact, the culmination of her life and death. All cultivators and mortals who die at her hands are skinned alive, their flesh and blood used to perfect her "Body of Ten Thousand Beasts," while their souls are tortured and refined into "Human Skin Ghost Shadows," sealed within the pages of a book. In battle, she can summon these ghost shadows to entangle and kill; in times of crisis, she can even use the pages to take her own life.

In an instant, the human skin scroll in his hand began to decay rapidly!

Page after page withered, rotted, and turned to ashes. One by one, vengeful ghosts, their skin peeled and souls extracted, emerged with mournful shrieks, layer upon layer protecting their bodies, seemingly willing to sacrifice their souls to withstand this fatal blow!

The Soul Summoner and the Bone Warrior were also suddenly awakened.

Although they didn't know how Fang Chen escaped, they all knew from the scene before them that the newcomers were up to no good.

At this moment, the three of us are in a pincer movement, and we absolutely cannot afford to lose even one of our members, otherwise the situation will immediately become critical!

The two men moved swiftly, as if to offer their assistance—

However, at that very moment, from the depths of the thick fog, a phantom hand, pure white and shrouded in mist, suddenly emerged from the fog!

Before it even arrived, a heavy pressure, a mixture of earth energy and malevolent spirit, already assaulted the senses. Clouds surged between its fingers, carrying a muffled groan and a chilling, lifeless aura.

As soon as this move was made, the swirling mist around it paused, as if even the invisible filth in this polluted world had to temporarily give way to its sharp edge!

Faced with a sudden life-or-death crisis, the woman in human skin turned pale and screamed. Countless ghostly shadows frantically surrounded her, desperately protecting her. She also threw out the only life-saving substitute skin from her bosom!

"stop!!!"

The Soul Summoner and the Bone Warrior were also horrified and shouted in unison to attack.

Then, right before their eyes, the giant hand shrouded in mist slammed down with overwhelming force towards the human-skinned woman... and the Soul Summoner beside her!

"I……"

The Soul Summoner had no time to react.

Before he could even process what was happening, his bird-like face was frozen in utter astonishment and confusion as he watched helplessly as the massive, misty hand swept down with effortless grace.

boom!

Amidst the vast white mist, a faint crimson hue suddenly bloomed!

This is a feint attack!

He pretended to be willing to pay any price to kill the woman in human skin, forcing her to reveal all her trump cards, but in reality, he was about to deliver a fatal blow to his unsuspecting companion who had come to his aid.

Fang Chen chose the Soul Summoning Powder.

The Soul-Seizing Cult specializes in evil ways of the soul. Its disciples, even at the Foundation stage of cultivation, possess the secret technique of leaving the body, which should only be performed by the Yin spirit. They are also skilled in various vicious soul techniques, and each of them is accustomed to hiding in the shadows, extracting souls and stealing spirits, making them extremely insidious.

Moreover, these people have endless ways to protect themselves, making them the most difficult to kill... Fang Chen should eliminate such cunning and treacherous opponents first!

The woman in human skin and the skeleton warrior realized the situation in a flash, but they were too late to stop it. They could only watch helplessly as the rotting crow's body, which was possessed by the Soul Summoner, exploded in the misty hand, turning into a puff of foul-smelling blood foam!

"Fang Chen—"

Despite suffering such a severe blow, Huanhunzi did not die on the spot.

A dark, ghostly figure broke free from the blood foam, letting out a shrill, mournful shriek, its sound like the weeping of a night owl or the wailing of a vengeful ghost, filled with shock, anger, and bone-chilling hatred.

"Fang Chen, I'll fight you to the death!!!"

In dire straits, the aura of the soul suddenly surged, its eerie light flickering, as if it were about to burn its remaining soul in a desperate last stand.

However, the next moment—

The eerie light suddenly veered, transforming into a bolt of lightning that frantically fled towards the sea of ​​mist outside the palace!

"Oh."

A soft laugh came from deep within the white mist from Fang Chen.

Under the watchful eyes of the human-skinned woman and the white-boned warrior, he did not pursue the fleeing ghostly light. Instead, he suddenly appeared beside the remains of the Soul Summoner, pointing his finger like a sword at the empty space to the side.

Where the fingertips touched, the void rippled like water.

A dark, shadowy figure, seemingly having vanished several feet away, suddenly appeared here, its face still bearing an expression of disbelief, astonishment, and bewilderment. Then—

puff--

Like smoke and catkins meeting the wind, they dissipate silently, completely vanishing without a trace!

A sorcerer who had already condensed his three souls and seven spirits and was about to reach the threshold of the Yin God realm perished completely, with no chance of returning.

From the moment the attack was made until the soul was scattered, only three breaths had passed!

"Such a realistic escape tactic is useless against me."

Fang Chen smiled faintly, glanced at the horrified painted-skin woman and the white-boned warrior whose soul fire was raging in the distance, and then disappeared into the thick fog once again.

The next instant, the sea of ​​fog that shrouded this place suddenly boiled!

The fog surged and billowed, as if a colossal creature was stirring up the winds and clouds deep within, while a sound arose simultaneously from all directions, layer upon layer, its origin indistinguishable:

"Primordial Qi... Great Capture!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire cloud and mist churned and rolled violently, like boiling water in a frying pan.

Earth energy, yin energy, and turbid fog were forcibly seized by an invisible force, frantically gathering and compressing in the depths of the fog sea, vaguely condensing into a terrifying outline!

The soul fire within the skull of the Bone Warrior suddenly leaped, causing him to retreat violently. His bones crackled and popped as they instantly multiplied, transforming into layers of bone shields, bone spurs, and bone prisons, protecting him completely.

It stared intently at the fog, fearing that Fang Chen would use the same method he had used to kill the Soul Summoner on itself.

However, after a short while, although the surrounding clouds continued to churn, no thunderbolt struck.

The white-boned warrior's soul fire flickered, and he suddenly realized something was wrong; Fang Chen's true target was probably not him.

But it dared not rush to rescue them, yet it was burning with anxiety.

After a slight hesitation, he pulled out a pale white talisman from his side. This talisman was bestowed by the Yin God True Man of the sect, and it was specially designed to counteract all kinds of illusions. Once activated, it would surely dispel the eerie sea of ​​fog before him.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in a sea of ​​fog.

"My lord... why be so cruel?" The woman in human skin suddenly changed her voice, becoming alluring and seductive, her eyes sparkling with a thousand charms.

She subtly altered her appearance, transforming herself into a pitiful and beautiful woman, attempting to bewitch him with her charm.

"Oh."

Only a soft laugh came from the mist, and he remained unmoved.

Immediately, a large, grayish-white hand formed from the earth's yin energy and turbid mist burst forth from the depths of the sea of ​​mist, reaching straight for the woman in human skin!

The latter's expression changed drastically, and with a sharp whistle, dozens of distorted human figures appeared around him.

These figures all had skin as white as wax paper and faces that were indistinct, except for pairs of eyes filled with resentment and malice. They were the ghostly figures she had created from her living soul. The ghostly figures howled and lunged forward, trying to stop the large hand.

However, the large, gray hand merely swept it lightly—

Puff! Puff! Puff—

Like boiling water poured on snow, the vengeful spirits crumbled upon contact, and the ghostly figures collapsed one after another, turning into wisps of black smoke.

The large hand continued its momentum without slowing down, its five fingers suddenly closing together, firmly grasping the terrified woman in human skin in its palm!

"No--!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream pierced the sea of ​​fog!

Upon hearing the sound, the skeleton warrior in the distance nearly leaped out of its skull with its soul fire. Without further hesitation, it abruptly activated the bone talisman in its hand!

The talisman ignited without wind, a flash of pale light accompanied by a sudden, chilling, and deathly aura. Wherever it passed, the churning fog dissipated as if it had met its nemesis, revealing the scene inside the hall in the blink of an eye.

The fog dissipated.

The White Bone Warrior only saw a figure in a green robe standing silently in the hall, with his back to him.

The figure didn't turn around, but casually tossed something to the ground with a dull thud.

Then, his green robe fluttered slightly, and he slowly turned around, revealing a half-smile, his gaze falling on the skeleton warrior:

"Fellow Daoist, don't be impatient, you're next."