Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

However, before they could even move, a strange bone-crackling sound suddenly came from the spot where the zombies' flesh had been shattered behind them.

Numerous fleshy parts swelled and contracted, beating like a heart.

The girl remained still and glanced at it.

Immediately, a thick layer of black mist appeared above the headless pile of corpses, extinguishing half of the flames that were burning on the ground.

The shattered flesh, severed limbs, and remains gradually converged towards the center amidst cracking and writhing sounds.

The girl shifted her position and silently pointed the tip of her sword at the location of the writhing pile of corpses, thinking that she wished she could use her full strength.

In that case, all that's needed is to unleash the flames of resentment, and the black mist will be completely engulfed.

With a single strike, the massive, dark tree in front could be burned to ashes, never to be resurrected.

However, because the structure of the resentment fire is so similar to that of the purification fire, and so conspicuous, anyone who has come into contact with the purification fire is likely to associate the two together.

If discovered, they will certainly be branded as heretics.

Therefore, even though her relationship with Yin Wanluan is still relatively good, she cannot act rashly in front of him and can only deal with the enemy attacking her in the meantime.

Ahead, numerous corpses had already writhed and coalesced into a gigantic monster.

The thing looked like a swirling mass of mud, made up of human flesh, rotten skin, and broken bones.

As the mud monster wriggled, more and more flesh and blood were added to it.

The creature grew increasingly larger.

"How disgusting..."

Although Xi Heng didn't dislike seeing blood, seeing the flesh he had cut off come to life on its own and turn into such a bizarre shape was a completely different matter.

The flesh-and-blood monster continued to expand, fueled by resentment, and the countless heads above it opened their eyes, emanating intense hatred.

But the resentment emanating from the pile of corpses was nothing compared to the resentful fire within Xi Heng's body.

She simply followed the Crimson Phoenix Heavenly Sword Technique and swung her sword at the strange mass of flesh in front of her.

A crimson line of fire shot out from the tip of the sword, then was tightly enveloped by the sword energy and rushed into the distance.

The scorching lines clung tightly to the center of the fleshy monster, then exploded as if a ring of explosives had been planted.

The blazing red flames engulfed the enemy, and the scattered firelight, carrying burning limbs, fell in all directions like a shower of flowers from a celestial maiden.

Blood rained down, landing on the protective shield surrounding Xi Heng, without touching his clothes at all.

After dealing with the slime monster in front of her, the girl turned around.

After hesitating for a long time, Yin Wanluan finally unleashed a powerful fire spell, covering the entire black tree with pale golden holy flames.

At first, the girl inside the tree would cry out and scream in pain, but as the flames slowly burned, turning the branches into the color of charcoal, the little vengeful ghost's voice gradually weakened.

"If they had used this tactic from the beginning... they should have solved it much sooner." Xi Heng muttered to himself.

At this moment, only the girl in the heart of the tree remained in the field, still emitting soft sobs.

After the battle ended, Xi Heng returned to Yin Wanluan's side. After exchanging a glance, they leaned against the dark trees together.

The ground was covered with charred wood and corpses, with few intact stone slabs remaining.

Two girls stepped over the scene of dismembered corpses and saw the light gray-haired girl in the heart of the tree.

The vengeful ghost had lost all its strength and lay limp in the heart of the tree, its empty, lifeless eyes gazing at the distant sky.

She raised her pale, dry little hand and slightly extended the bark that covered her.

Slightly open mouth, the sound was extremely faint:

"I couldn't avenge you, sister..."

Xi Heng slightly raised his sword, preparing to give this girl who had caused a little trouble a quick death.

Yin Wanluan sighed softly and raised her hand to stop her, saying, "Leave it to me."

"Ah."

The girl twirled the blood-stained blade and returned it to its sheath.

The pale blonde girl slowly crouched down and walked into the heart of the tree.

He approached the girl who was already in a daze and reached out his hand slightly.

A faint light emanated from the fingertips, reaching towards the unresisting body, finally touching the forehead.

Gradually, wisps of black energy appeared between the thin girl's brows.

Yin Wanluan pinched the wisp of black energy, closed her eyes, and sent it to her brow.

As he drew closer, amidst the rustling of clothing, he bent down and pressed his brow against the forehead of the petite girl before him.

The warmth was transferred between them as they touched, and the resentment was slowly absorbed by Yin Wanluan.

Xi Heng squinted slightly, recognizing it as a technique from the Youxu Sect that allowed one to absorb the spiritual energy of others.

Unexpectedly, this spell could also be used to absorb resentment.

However, why did Yin Wanluan want to absorb the girl's resentment into his body...?

As time passed, the holy flames burning on the giant black tree outside gradually died out due to the loss of spiritual energy, and the black aura on the surface of the black tree also gradually dissipated, leaving it with no ability to fight back.

The amount of resentment absorbed into Yin Wanluan's body was quite considerable. If one was not careful, it could cause one's mind to collapse and be controlled by hatred, turning into a new vengeful ghost.

"Don't let anything happen," Xi Heng reminded him casually.

Because Yin Wanluan's status in the Fire Hell is too important, if trouble were to occur while traveling with her, it might delay her subsequent cultivation in the Fire Hell.

However, the other person seemed to take this as concern, and whispered:

"Don't worry, I can do it."

The white-haired girl stopped watching and looked back at the ruins and mass grave around her, becoming slightly more alert as she surveyed her surroundings.

She remembered Yin Wanluan saying that the tree demons and vengeful ghosts in this place were created by evil cultivators.

Although the vengeful ghost was defeated, an even more powerful evil cultivator has yet to appear.

That person might be nearby, and could launch a surprise attack at any moment.

Time slowly passed, from noon when the two girls arrived to dusk.

The dark color on the surface of the giant tree gradually faded, turning into a mottled brownish-yellow.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the white-haired girl, who had been on guard for a long time and was getting bored, suddenly heard several low prayers coming from behind her:

"May the immortals and gods deliver your lonely soul from this sea of ​​suffering..."

"Your grievances are mine, and I will resolve them with kindness... Rest in peace."

With a soft sigh, Yin Wanluan closed the lifeless eyes of the girl who had already lost consciousness.

She squatted on the ground, quietly looking at the girl's face, her thoughts swirling in her mind.

Then, as if making a silent decision, he slowly clenched his right hand.

He stood up from the spacious tree hollow and looked back.

"The resentment within this tree extends far beyond the thousand people in this mortal village; it harbors many other kinds of grievances. I need to recuperate for a few days to dispel its influence." The other person's tone was slightly weak, yet inexplicably firm.

“In a few days, you and I will go to find that evil cultivator who practices resentment and avenge the people.”

"Hmm, but... it seems we don't need to search deliberately anymore." As the other person stepped out of the tree heart, Xi Heng sensed something approaching.

The thing was incredibly fast; one second it was just hovering at the edge of perception, and the next it was standing under the western twilight sky, transformed into a blurry black shadow, carried by the ripples of spiritual energy.

Even though it was only a hundred meters away and there was nothing to obstruct its view, I still couldn't see its appearance clearly.

Perhaps it was an illusion or a clone or something—she thought.

As the two girls turned their gazes toward that spot, a muffled, angry voice came from afar: "The Yin family... you cut down the miasma-filled ghost tree that I painstakingly cultivated, fine, but why did you steal my nurturing tree's great resentment?"

The phantom's tone gradually turned accusatory, and then it said, "You know how precious second-tier wood is in this world. Killing demons for materials is a consensus among us cultivators. Cutting off the source is overstepping the bounds!"

Before Xi Heng could figure out what was going on, he heard a voice from behind.

"Who are you, sir, a cultivator traveling abroad?"

Yin Wanluan concealed her weakness, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to ask.

"I am manifesting through shadow magic, why bother asking such pointless questions?" the other party coldly retorted.

"Although I cannot harm you, a member of the Yin family, I can take advantage of your troubled mind to kill this attendant beside you as punishment!"

Under the twilight sky, the phantom's eyes shone with a green light, landing on Xi Heng.

"Me?" The white-haired girl pointed to herself in confusion.

The next moment, the distant phantom suddenly expanded, transforming into a gigantic, monstrous ghost that charged forward—

"You really want to kill me..."

Xi Heng hadn't heard such words in a long time.

After letting out a soft sigh, he slowly drew his sword from behind his back, ready to meet the enemy.

"A mere Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator dares to defy me?" The ghost seemed to be provoked and sneered.

However, as the girl swung her sword down, the blooming white demon roared and surged forward.

The hideous and terrifying ghost was sliced ​​in two by the sword energy in an instant.

With a piercing scream and a painful roar, the two halves of the vengeful ghost stopped in their tracks.

Two green eyes stared at Xi Heng, as if stunned on the spot.

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Volume 1: Chapter 187, The Guest of Honor

As dusk fell, the crimson setting sun cast a fiery red glow on the western horizon, like a smoldering fire slowly scorching half the sky.

Under the setting sun, the ruins where Xi Heng stood were tinged with a dark red.

The broken and cracked stone slabs were covered with charred ash and twisted wood that had been burned to a charcoal color.

Further back, a mountain of rotting flesh, piled high with corpses, also emitted a strange, acrid smell.

Beside the black tree in the center, whose branches had been cut off, Yin Wanluan was unable to fight due to the influence of resentment, and could only stand in place, watching the back of another white-haired girl in front of him.

Her simply tied-up long hair swayed as she wielded her sword, fluttering in the wind.

Her back view was that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, but the enemy she faced was a huge, dark ghostly figure several meters long, with a terrifying appearance and a strong sense of malice.

Using spiritual sense, it was clear that the ghost had the strength of someone who had just entered the Foundation Establishment stage, while the girl was only at the third level of Qi Refining.

Judging from the sheer power and aura, the one who will be defeated in this battle must be that slightly thin girl.

Therefore, the enemy also thought so, and without any scruples, expanded the ghostly figure and rushed straight at them.

Unexpectedly, after taking only one sword strike, the ghostly figure was torn apart by the inexplicable sword wind and split in two amidst painful screams.

"What kind of move is this?" Ghost Shadow gritted his teeth and said.

Xi Heng did not answer. As soon as the sword fell, he slashed out another white slash, which crossed a hundred meters in an instant.

The sharp blade tore through the wind, then separated the two halves of the demon into four pieces.

"you dare!"

Another shriek rang out, and the demon at the front appeared even more bizarre due to its intense pain and resentment.

The claws of the undulating black shadow transformed into a massive, solid black blade, with sharp fangs growing menacingly from its protruding mouth.

The ghostly figure, torn into four pieces, shrieked and then reformed, solidifying into a physical form.

Gradually, the demons and ghosts transformed into the monsters in folk tales: tiger heads, snake tails, and bodies and limbs as strong as both humans and oxen, with their two ox hooves shaking the ground when they landed.

"Practicing ghosts, refining demons, and refining corpses, are you a member of the Guanhua Sect of the Seven Sects Alliance?" Yin Wanluan asked from behind, putting pressure on him.

However, the formed demon only let out a muffled groan and did not respond.

Looking at Xi Heng in her current tyrannical form, the green eerie light within the tiger's head was fixed on the phoenix-patterned longsword in her hand:

"Such a powerful demon-slaying weapon is a waste to be held by someone at the third level of Qi Refining! Give it to me!"

Clearly, it used the power of Xi Heng's sword to cleave the ghostly figure as the effect of a sharp blade.

Xi Heng sneered, "You really have no taste. It's not that I can't give it to you, but I'll just take your head."