Chapter 424

Looking at the bloody bone hand protruding from his abdomen, Hu Yue's eyes widened, his face filled with an expression of utter disbelief.

With a "snap," the blue round core was crushed into powder, and then the bone hand vanished abruptly.

Hu Yue let out a muffled groan, and as the bone hand was withdrawn, he collapsed limply onto the ground; fresh blood gushed continuously from the bloody hole, and the stench of blood instantly filled the hall.

At this moment, although he had not yet died, he was already on the verge of passing away.

The exclamations of Jin Qing and Shi Die, the sounds of explosions, and the whistling of magic treasures reached his ears one after another, and the various experiences of his life surged forth like a revolving lantern.

The poverty of his childhood, the joy of his whole family when his spiritual roots were discovered, the helplessness when the senior sister he admired married another, the high spirits when he successfully formed his Core, the immense ambition of wanting to condense a Nascent Soul—all of this seemed to be gradually fading away along with the growing coldness in his limbs...

But Hu Yue was not very willing to accept this!

He had refined three flying knife magic treasures; usually, when facing enemies, he only released two to kill, and the third flying knife never left his person.

Because the third flying knife was refined using a certain secret technique, although its power to fly out and injure people was average, its ability to protect the body through spiritual connection was far superior to ordinary magic treasures.

Moreover, he had spared no effort to cultivate this treasure, and not long ago, it had been refined to the point of spiritual connection.

When facing a sneak attack from others, even if he did not give an active command, this treasure should have been able to sense the killing intent of others and automatically protect his body!

"Unless the one sneak-attacking him..."

Hu Yue finally remembered something, and with the last of his mortal strength, he struggled to turn his head slightly, finally seeing everything behind him with the corner of his eye.

A white, blurry shadow was chasing Jin Qing relentlessly, while Jin Qing was wrapped in a ball of silver light, flying backward to dodge continuously, and releasing his own magic treasure to bombard the opponent, seemingly extremely fearful of that white shadow.

On the other side, Han Li and the others were trapped within a large expanse of black Qi, but Han Li had an extra fire-red scroll in his hand, and countless fist-sized fire swallows were flying out from the scroll, forming a huge ring of fire, continuously striking those black Qi to keep them from getting close.

Qu Hun and Shi Die stood closely behind Han Li.

Qu Hun's entire body was shrouded in blood light, and his hands continuously released purple flames, shattering the black Qi that rushed into the fire ring.

Shi Die held a white, misty round bead in her hand, with light radiating in all directions, making the black Qi that occasionally slipped through the net dare not approach her body at all, but her eyes still revealed a look of panic.

Hu Yue did not pay attention to the black Qi, but strained his eyes to look closely at the white shadow chasing Jin Qing.

It was indeed that white skeleton that had been dead for who knows how many years. It was just that its entire body was emitting white mist, and its body was jumping around with extreme agility. It didn't look like a dead object in the slightest.

Hu Yue gave a miserable smile!

As a Core Formation stage cultivator, he had actually been ambushed by a dead human skeleton; this was truly a ridiculous thing.

Accompanied by this self-deprecating thought, Hu Yue's consciousness went black, and he fell into an endless long sleep, but that trace of self-deprecation still remained on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time that Hu Yue breathed his last, Han Li's expression was gloomy, and he kept looking around everywhere.

Just now, at the same time Hu Yue was ambushed by the white skeleton jumping up, a large expanse of gloomy, cold ghost mist suddenly shot out from the nearby walls, instantly trapping all of them within it.

But fortunately, Han Li had been somewhat prepared, and without hesitation, he opened the scroll he had just obtained, and as a result, many fire-covered spiritual birds flew out from the painting.

Han Li had once seen a detailed introduction to these "Brother Zhiyang Birds," which were wrapped in demon fire and looked like ordinary swallows, in an ancient book.

They were born in essence fire and loved to eat all kinds of yin ghosts and fierce spirits; they were famous nemeses of yin objects.

It was just that these birds had long been extinct in the cultivation world. The scroll only sealed a portion of the spiritual soul of this spiritual bird, and could only release clones of the "Brother Zhiyang Bird."

Although these clones looked exactly the same as the real "Brother Zhiyang Bird," their power was worlds apart!

Otherwise, these black ghost mists would not just be temporarily dispersed, but should have been completely devoured.

Han Li was not very worried about these entangled ghost mists. Whether it was the "Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords" or the Gold-Devouring Beetles, they could easily break them.

What made him somewhat uneasy was the owner of the ghost mist, who was still hiding on the side and had not yet made a move.

As for that white skeleton, he also saw it clearly. It didn't have any real spiritual sense; it was clearly a puppet manipulated by someone. It was just that this skeleton was somewhat strange; after being bombarded by Jin Qing's magic treasure so many times, it was still unscathed. It seemed there was some other mystery within it.

Just as Han Li was thinking, intermittent ghost cries came from all around.

These hair-raising sounds were neither male nor female, sharp and ear-piercing, making one's blood boil and mind unsettled upon hearing them.

Han Li's heart tightened, and he instantly opened his spiritual sense to the fullest, covering the entire hall within it. His fingers flicked lightly at the same time, and two small emerald green swords appeared in front of Han Li, slowly circling around him.

"What kind of demon is playing tricks here? Why don't you show yourself?" Jin Qing seemed to be annoyed and flustered by these ghost sounds, and suddenly let out an angry shout.

The sound was not loud, but it made the entire hall buzz. The ghost cries actually stopped in response.

Not only that, when his magic treasure struck the skeleton again, the skeleton fell apart in one blow and no longer looked like a human shape.

Jin Qing was both surprised and happy!

At the same time, the ghost mist that had tightly trapped Han Li and the others "whooshed" and quickly shrank back into the surrounding walls.

Han Li was greatly surprised! He did not believe that Jin Qing's shout could have such great power.

Just at this moment, Shi Die behind Han Li turned around and took this opportunity to run wildly toward the cave steps behind her, reaching the steps in the blink of an eye and stepping onto them.

Seeing this scene, Han Li was expressionless, but Jin Qing's face changed drastically, and he was extremely angry in his heart.

This woman was actually deserting in the face of battle?

One must know that although Shi Die's magic power was low, the precious bead in her hand clearly had a restraining effect on those ghost mists, so he naturally could not let her run away just like that.

Thinking of this, Jin Qing opened his mouth without thinking, intending to shout at this woman.

But at this moment, a strange change occurred again!

Shi Die, who had run onto the steps, only took two steps when a green light flashed on the side stone wall, and a terrifying ghost claw shot out without warning; this claw had ten sharp fingers and was entirely emerald green. With a speed invisible to the naked eye, it instantly pierced into the female cultivator's chest.

Shi Die let out a miserable scream, desperately urging the light of the precious bead in her hand, wanting to break free.

But this ghost hand seemed not to fear it at all; instead, pitch-black ghost Qi emerged from the ghost claw, instantly wrapping Shi Die within it.

The woman's screams stopped abruptly.

Then, a skin-and-bones corpse was thrown out from the black Qi. It happened to be thrown right in front of Han Li and Qu Hun.

Han Li looked down at the fleshless appearance of the corpse, his face turning slightly pale.

And Jin Qing was already bloodless, just tightly gripping his White Seal magic treasure, looking left and right continuously.

"Hehe! This seat needs a suitable body; which of you three intends to offer yours?" A cold, gloomy sneer came from all around the hall, the voice filled with disdain.

Hearing this, cold light flickered slightly in Han Li's eyes, and he suddenly unfolded the scroll in his hand again. The many fire birds flying outside actually flew back into the scroll like swallows returning to their nests, and then Han Li, with a gloomy expression, pinched a magic formula with both hands.

With a "puchi" sound, a giant "Brother Zhiyang Bird" over a zhang long flew out from the scroll, its entire body's flames dazzling to the extreme. After circling above Han Li's head, it spread its wings and shot toward a stone pillar in the hall.

With a loud "boom."

Just as the giant bird was about to hit the pillar, a green light flashed, and then a strange python formed by black Qi flew out from the pillar and collided with the fire bird.

The fire bird spat out scorching white essence fire, while the strange python spat out ink-black cold Qi, and a battle between bird and python unfolded in the hall.

"Tsk tsk! Didn't expect that in the Chaotic Star Sea, there would still be someone who knows the long-lost Spirit-Driving Technique. It seems this seat really underestimated you." As the voice fell, a strange shadow slowly walked out from the stone pillar.

Han Li and Jin Qing looked intently at the same time!

This was an emerald green human figure, its entire body glowing with crystal clear green light, making it impossible to see its true face at all; several black mist-like bands as thick as arms were wrapped around its body, and its eyes were blood-red like dripping blood.

After the strange shadow swept over Han Li and the others, both Han Li and Jin Qing felt cold air rising from their backs, as if the opponent had seen through everything in their hearts; they couldn't help but look at each other, both seeing the look of horror in the other's eyes.

The opponent put such great pressure on the two of them just by relying on their gaze; this could explain that the opponent's cultivation was far beyond the two of them. Could this person actually be a Nascent Soul stage cultivator?

But looking at the strange shadow's appearance, it didn't seem like a living person, but rather more like a ghost or demon.

But if it were a fierce ghost, how could it speak so clearly and logically, without the slightest sign of having lost its consciousness?

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