Chapter 706: The First Generation Qihuang, Qi Song Bai, a Purple Zombie Body?

Everyone fought the Yellow Sand Demon King together, and the Yellow Sand Demon King showed no fear.

He fears nothing more than numbers; the Yellow Sand Demon King was being pressed and beaten, these people's attacks were untrained yet perfectly coordinated, their divine abilities and strikes had no openings, leaving him unable to act or use his divine abilities.

Mu Long Dao Long's blade and Huang Fu Xiu's blade are both strong, differing slightly; Mu Long Dao Long's blade is a sharp edge that kills in one strike, never needing a second move—it's a killing sword technique that gives the enemy no chance to recover.

Huang Fu Xiu's blade technique is overbearing, following the overbearing path, his blade sweeps wide, each move carries the force of splitting mountains, making it impossible to block; when their blades fall, each strike rivals a divine ability.

In between, Tian Xin Dao Ren launched a sneak attack, and Di She Lao Zu struck from the shadows; these two excel at ambushes, preventing the Yellow Sand Demon King from freeing his hands, and whenever he gets a chance to act, they never miss it.

Qi Jian's sword, mixed among the blades, this kind of change and attack catches people off guard.

Even with the Yellow Sand Demon King's rich combat experience, he began to be pressed step by step, retreating step by step.

"Pfft."

The Yellow Sand Demon King's body flew backward, yellow sand flying everywhere, blood mixed with the sand forming countless blood-red arrows that shot toward the crowd; in an instant, the arrows filled the sky, piercing everything around.

Those nearby were all flung backward, the Yellow Sand Demon King coughed up blood, his face grim, finally gaining a chance to catch his breath.

"Cough cough cough."

"Hmph, you all bully people too much."

"Yellow sand fills the sky."

With both hands pressed to the ground, the Yellow Sand Demon King's blood spurted out, merging with the sand; the sand drifted, and around them, tornadoes rose, sweeping everything away.

The Yellow Sand Demon King's body merged with the sand, and in an instant Qi Jian's blade pierced the tornado.

"Die."

The blade sliced across the Yellow Sand Demon King's body and head, which flew up with a sound.

Qi Jian turned his body, brows furrowed; on his blade lay only scattered yellow sand, no trace of blood.

"Is it a yellow sand clone?"

"Where is the main body?"

Qi Jian frowned; what he killed was not the main body but a yellow sand clone.

This clone is identical to the main body in aura and appearance, indistinguishable.

"Over there."

Qi Jian turned his head with a swish, looking toward the coffin of the First Generation Qihuang; the Yellow Sand Demon King's body gradually appeared, he had reached the coffin's location, and that hand touched the coffin.

Mu Long Dao Long and Tian Xin Dao Ren's attacks halted abruptly, fearing to damage that coffin.

Huang Fu Xiu narrowed his eyes, coldly watching the scene, gripping his blade tightly, wary of the surrounding people.

Di She Lao Zu appeared beside Qi Jian, transmitting in a low voice: "Kid, step back."

Upon hearing that, Qi Jian said nothing and directly retreated together with Di She Lao Zu.

The others were a step slower, but still followed, retreating backward.

The coffin opened.

The Yellow Sand Demon King's face instantly changed color, from excitement to blackness, then to disbelief.

After that came terror.

Indeed, it was terror.

He stared at what was inside the coffin, his face filled with terror and dread.

The Yellow Sand Demon King stood frozen; the next moment he wanted to turn and flee.

Inside the coffin, a hand reached out and grabbed his arm; in just an instant, the Yellow Sand Demon King's body withered.

Then all his vitality and blood essence dissipated.

His body scattered into a heap of yellow sand.

Inside the coffin, a person sat up, a body like a dried corpse, having absorbed all of the Yellow Sand Demon King's vitality and blood essence; the withered body gradually recovered, blood flow restored, the face gradually flushed and took on a human appearance.

He stood up and walked out of the coffin.

The filthy blood on the ground all flowed toward him, entering his body.

He spread his arms, devouring all the blood, his body becoming ever more terrifying.

From a dried corpse to a normal human body, then to a terrifying expansion and contraction, then his aura burst forth, suppressing the entire Qihuang Bao Ku.

That coffin then shrank, gradually condensing into a weapon.

No, it remained a coffin, but this coffin no longer had its former appearance; it turned blood-red.

An eerie blood-red hue floated behind him.

Tian Xin Dao Ren slowly said: "First Generation Qihuang."

"The strongest Qihuang, Qi Song Bai, once ruled this world."

"As expected, he is still alive."

Mu Long Dao Long's eyes narrowed, fixed on the Qihuang's body before him; that body transcended humanity, resembling a zombie.

This person refined himself into a zombie.

Moreover, it is a terrifying zombie, its rank not low.

Purple aura emanated from him, his hair entirely purple, drifting in the wind.

"Purple zombie? Hairy zombie? Or what?"

A very strange trait, that purple gives an eerie feeling.

At the extreme, that purple creates an illusion of blackish-red.

The First Generation Qihuang, Qi Song Bai, opened his eyes, blood-red, and glanced at everyone.

"So many guests have arrived; I have failed to welcome them from afar, please do not take offense, honored guests."

Overbearing aura leaked out.

His voice carried supreme authority, beyond doubt.

Tian Xin Dao Ren stepped back two paces; he wanted to flee, from the person before him he smelled danger, he smelled death.

Qihuang Bao Ku, indeed a trap; this person deliberately lured them here, just for their flesh and blood.

Sacrificing them would let Qi Songbai fully revive, or rather, shed his zombie body and gain new life.

"Hmph, what of a zombie? In my eyes, you're no different from a corpse."

Mu Long Dao Long, Long Ke will not be afraid, nor will he leave just like that.

Swinging the blade, he unleashed a sword technique.

The blade aura tore away; Qi Songbai raised his right hand and grasped that blade aura.

"Crack."

The blade aura shattered, unable to harm Qi Songbai.

Mu Long Dao Long rushed forward immediately; Huangfu Xiu, seeing this, hesitated a moment, then joined the attack.

Qi Jian hesitated, looking toward the Earth Snake Ancestor; the Earth Snake Ancestor gritted his teeth and said: "Kill him—either he dies, or we perish."

"He has become a zombie; he wants to devour our blood—let's join forces and kill him."

"Only when he dies can his soul be obliterated; we..."

Once he became a zombie, the First Generation Qi Emperor Qi Songbai abandoned his mortal body and abandoned his soul.

Such an utterly yin and evil thing, if left unchecked, will become a calamity that shakes the heavens.

He must be killed.

Hearing this, Qi Jian drew his sword and attacked.

The Earth Snake Ancestor followed with an attack; everyone else present joined the fight, while Tian Xin Dao Ren unusually did not lift a hand.

He hid at the side, hesitated for a long time, and still did not act.

"He is still alive, yet has transformed into a zombie; his spiritual veins are a burial ground for corpses, and he has refined himself into a zombie."

"Both his body and soul have turned into a zombie; this person has prepared for years, it cannot be so simple."

The First Generation Qi Emperor would not appear so easily; he must have a hidden trump card.