Chapter 1769

"Hmph, Wutian Corpse Venerable, you think that just because you've revived you can defeat me?"

"Dream on, the reason I am the Sect Master of the Corpse Refining Sect is that for a thousand years no one has been able to shake my position—not because I am the Sect Master, but because of my strength."

The White Forehead Corpse King condensed a Corpse King's body once again; he knew he could not let the opponent continue to be arrogant—this place is his territory, whether it's the Three Tribulations Corpse Refining Grand Formation or this cave world, or indeed any of the arrangements, they were all personally set up by him.

No one knows this place better than he does; for Wutian Corpse Venerable to try to seize control of the Three Tribulations Corpse Refining Grand Formation is impossible.

"Three Tribulations Corpse Refining Grand Formation, change!"

"Three Tribulations Corpse King body, condense!"

Once again in control of the Three Tribulations Corpse Refining Grand Formation, the White Forehead Corpse King must control himself, condense a Corpse King's body—not … that previous body; the newly condensed body is stronger and more solid, with the Three Tribulations Spirit Disk merging into his body, hovering above his head, forming an entirely new Three Tribulations Corpse King body.

A body thirty meters tall, huge and full of danger, standing before him it was a giant; if it kept growing it might burst this cave world. The White Forehead Corpse King clenched his palm, and void energy condensed into a long spear, which was wrapped in boundless corpse qi and countless resentful souls.

Looking closely, one could see boundless resentment howling and roaring; those resentful souls kept emitting howls, wanting to regain bodies, regain freedom—they needed to find better flesh, devour them, tear them apart, and then replace them.

"Go die!"

The spear smashed forth, a sound of breaking space rushed in, space seemed to twist, and the whole space deformed along with it.

The White Forehead Corpse King followed closely, fists clenched, as that Three Tribulations Spirit Disk spun; during its rapid spin, the Spirit Disk burst forth with boundless might, closely following the spear.

"You overestimate yourself; I already told you—everything you have is what I left behind, your methods, your divine abilities, all of it are mine."

"Wutian Gate."

Before the Wutian Corpse Venerable appeared a doorway; the tightly closed door manifested just like that, the spear appeared before the door, and in the next moment the door flung open, swallowing the spear—as if it had entered boundless space, as though nothing had happened.

After the door swallowed the spear, it snapped shut; the White Forehead Corpse King's fists rained down on it like a violent storm—each turn of the Three Tribulations Spirit Disk brought a blow of the Three Tribulations Corpse King's fist, and after dozens of strikes, the Wutian Gate remained unmoved.

Standing behind the door, the Wutian Corpse Venerable witnessed this, utterly unafraid; no energy could affect him—not corpse qi, not grudge qi—none could approach him even a step.

"Bang bang bang bang."

Impact sounds rang out one after another; the door let out a muffled hum, yet the Wutian Gate remained unmoved—after Bai Zhongsheng's fists bombarded it with over a hundred blows, it still could not be shaken; all the energy was swallowed by the door, or rather, transferred elsewhere.

Instead, it filled him with resentment; Bai Zhongsheng swiftly retreated, knowing he could not break this door, yet he could not simply give up.

"Three Tribulations Method."

"First Method."

"Corpse King Method."

Bai Zhongsheng changed his attack style, pressing his palms together, closing his eyes, and the Three Tribulations aura on his body erupted.

This Three Tribulations Method unique to him is also the divine ability he has comprehended.

The Three Tribulations Method employs tribulation power—whether heavenly thunder tribulation or corpse tribulation, any tribulation condenses on his body, which he gathers into a divine ability.

Tribulation power gathered around, then swiftly descended; corpse qi fell like rain, pattering down, blanketing the entire cave world, boundless tribulation qi making it impossible for anyone to avoid.

At this moment, everyone felt a palpitation in their chests, they all lifted their heads and looked up at the sky—a dark expanse; tribulation qi and corpse qi lurked in the rain, the incessant downpour washing over everyone's…… bodies.

The Wutian Corpse Venerable frowned, reached out to touch the rain, his expression shifting: "Tribulation power, you actually……"

The Corpse-born Lotus exuded a bewitching fragrance, black light continually shining, vigorous life bursting forth, blocking the tribulation power.

The Tiandu Dragon King lifted his head, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"Tribulation power? Is the heavenly thunder tribulation about to descend?"

"No, it's not the heavenly thunder tribulation, but another kind of tribulation power."

"Bai Zhongsheng actually forged tribulation power into a divine ability—is he courting death?"

Diewumeng involuntarily grew solemn, muttering: "The Three Tribulations Method, the Three Tribulations Power—Bai Zhongsheng is indeed no ordinary person; this one who has held the Corpse Refining Sect for over a thousand years is certainly not simple; the Wutian Corpse Venerable has underestimated him."

"It looks like this time Bai Zhongsheng is truly going all out."

Under her gaze, the Three Tribulations Spirit Disk spun rapidly, tribulation power continually overflowing, filling the entire cave world.

Those tribulation qi, upon contact, would make the body unstable—corporeal form, soul, or true qi and demonic power, etc., would fall into disorder; if one's cultivation was unsteady or one's Dao heart not strong enough, they could be instantly eroded by the tribulation qi, completely going berserk.

Diewumeng isolated herself from the rain, not touching it, nor letting the tribulation qi approach her.

The Tiandu Dragon King was the same; both understood that avoiding these tribulation qi was hardly possible.

"Wutian Corpse Venerable, Ancestor, properly experience the Sect Master's divine ability."

"Tribulation, descend."

"Hum."

Above the cave world, a massive meteorite descended.

That was the disaster drawn by tribulation power, the meteorite that would overwhelm the Wutian Corpse Venerable; seeing this, everyone's faces in the cave world changed—such impact force, once it fell, would annihilate everyone present.

"Gurgle."

"He's gone mad, Bai Zhongsheng has gone mad, he's completely lost his mind."

Heishanyang's inner frenzy knew no bounds; it had known this would happen—the opponent was not easy to deal with.

Lian Hongchen stammered: "My god, tribulation qi drawing down a meteorite—this is only the first step; as the tribulation qi grows denser, I fear…"

"If Bai Zhongsheng's Three Tribulations Method continues to be used, we will all be entangled by tribulation qi, and eventually we might be targeted."

"No, we cannot let him continue using his divine ability."

Heishanyang snorted: "Come on, this isn't something for us to worry about."

"Watch me; if things go wrong, immediately follow me away—but don't stray from me, or if you die, I won't turn back."

"Understood." Lian Hongchen dared not be careless; she focused, knowing it was a matter of life and death, she could not be negligent.

The Wutian Corpse Venerable's face darkened; the Wutian Gate rose toward the sky, enlarging, becoming enormous.

Still not enough; although the Wutian Gate could block this attack, the White Forehead Corpse King must die.

That corpse qi, as well as control of the Three Tribulations Corpse Refining Grand Formation, he must reclaim; moreover, this divine ability must be stopped.

"Soul-Refining Banner, rise."

In the Wutian Corpse Venerable's palm appeared a banner—this is another of his weapons, indeed one of his natal weapons, a top-grade Spiritual Artifact, the Soul-Refining Banner.

"Move."

Kill.