Chapter 118: Hua Qingshui Attacks! Sudden Mutation!

"My god!!!"

"How can there be so many corpse ghosts..."

"These corpse ghosts are different from the ones outside; they actually attack people!!!"

Someone shouted the first cry, and immediately, gasps and cries of alarm rose one after another, weaving into a wave of fear in the dim grotto.

Everyone's face turned pale at this moment, their pupils reflecting the black shadows constantly surging from the grey mist.

Dense and numerous, at least several dozen!

From the Cold Sword Sect disciples discovering the corpse ghosts to the Cold Sword Sect Elder fiercely attacking, only to have his heart gouged out by a corpse ghost...

It was all in the blink of an eye.

"Quick... run..."

"Ah——!!!"

"Save... save me..."

The first to suffer were those Cold Sword Sect disciples holding fire starters and scouting the path ahead.

These disciples were at most at the Transformation of Force level; even an Embracing the Pill Realm Elder couldn't withstand a single claw from a corpse ghost.

Let alone them.

These outer sect disciples were like cattle and sheep thrown into a beast herd, torn to pieces by the corpse ghosts darting out from the grey mist.

Some had their chests opened by sharp claws, some had their necks twisted, some had their throats bitten through alive.

Many only had time to let out a scream before their hearts were gouged out, their wails hysterical, echoing in the darkness, one louder than the next, then one lower than the next, finally falling into silence.

In an instant, this grotto had become a living hell.

Some were scared silly, some roared and rushed forward, only to become blood fodder for the corpse ghosts.

More people were retreating while roaring.

Jiang Ye was even more cunning; the moment he saw the corpse ghosts move, he had already leaned toward Hua Qingshui's back.

This old man had such seniority and often put on airs; he must have some tricks up his sleeve.

"Not..."

"Grandpa, where did you come from!"

The Hua sisters, who were following closely behind Hua Qingshui, saw Jiang Ye suddenly lean over and furrowed their brows slightly.

Their identical, exquisite faces were full of displeasure.

They were never used to close contact with the opposite sex, let alone in such a life-and-death moment, with a strange old man suddenly sticking to them.

After getting close, Jiang Ye immediately smelled a faint, long-lost fragrance, then coughed lightly and said:

"This old man thought that since the crisis is right before our eyes, we should unfold our battle with Elder Hua as the center; only then can we preserve our combat strength to the maximum and overcome this difficulty together. What do the two young ladies think?"

These words were spoken with high-sounding righteousness; the sisters opened their mouths, unable to refute for a time.

Zheng Feng wanted to rely on the advantage of his Fire-type true qi to curb the corpse ghosts.

But when he turned his head and saw Zheng Hui, who was bloodless and clutching his clothes tightly, her round eyes full of fear and her lips trembling.

His heart softened, and he didn't dawdle anymore, hurriedly pulling his younger sister and running toward Jiang Ye.

The other Embracing the Pill Realm Elders each used their own methods, wanting to block the corpse ghosts' offensive.

However, their attacks landed on the corpse ghosts without causing any effective damage.

Seeing this scene, everyone's scalp tingled, and they hurriedly leaned toward Hua Qingshui, asking with trembling voices:

"Elder Hua, what should we do..."

"These corpse ghosts are indeed bloodthirsty evil things just like the rumors... impervious to swords and spears, water and fire..."

"If we are surrounded by them, I'm afraid we won't escape death either."

Hua Qingshui stared solemnly at the corpse ghosts constantly darting out from the grey mist, sharp light now filling his turbid old eyes.

He didn't turn his head, just said in a deep voice: "Everyone, gather around me first!"

As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly raised his hand and waved a green streamer.

That streamer was like a green dragon, whistling out, the green light dazzling, illuminating the dim grotto.

Wherever the streamer passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp piercing sound.

Several corpse ghosts that rushed the fastest were hit head-on by the streamer, like sandbags hit by a sledgehammer, flying backward and crashing heavily into the stone wall, creating several dents.

Bang bang bang...

The corpse ghosts fell to the ground and rolled a few times, but struggled to climb back up, only their chests were sunken in a large chunk, their movements clearly slowed down.

Seeing the green streamer Hua Qingshui waved casually, everyone was startled, then expressions of wild joy appeared on their faces.

This green streamer was somewhat like true qi, but far more solid than true qi, like a physical substance.

The quality of the two was already as different as clouds and mud!

It was the True Gang that could only be displayed by the Divine Qi Realm!

"Elder Hua, you really have taken this step!"

Xie Tang said, unable to hide his excitement.

The Divine Qi Realm was a realm that countless martial artists dreamed of, another heaven after Transformation of Force and Embracing the Pill.

In the Profound Heaven Sect, those who could step into the Divine Qi Realm could be counted on one's fingers.

"So it's the Divine Qi Realm; he really does have some tricks."

Jiang Ye nodded secretly, feeling slightly relieved in his heart.

However, compared to the joy on everyone's faces, Hua Qingshui, looking at the corpse ghosts rushing forward one after another, had a hint of worry on his solemn face.

Although his strike just now sent the corpse ghosts flying, it failed to shatter their bodies.

This showed that the corpse ghosts' physical strength was beyond his expectations.

It wouldn't be difficult for him to protect himself, but it would be difficult to protect so many people.

Seeing the swarming corpse ghosts having a tendency to surround them, the dense black shadows had already closed in from all directions, blocking the Profound Heaven Sect crowd in a narrow corner.

Hua Qingshui didn't hesitate anymore, putting his hands together, his ten fingers flying, forming several complex seals:

"Green Gang Shield!"

Hum——!!!

A light chime, like an ancient bell ringing, echoed in the grotto.

A surging green true gang erupted from Hua Qingshui's body, the true gang spreading out with him as the center like ripples, condensing into a huge green light shield above everyone's heads.

The light shield was hemispherical, covering the Profound Heaven Sect crowd entirely, green light flowing on the shield surface, exuding a reassuring aura.

The next instant.

"Roar!!!"

The swarming corpse ghosts frantically pounced on the green giant shield, claws scratching, fangs biting, emitting ear-piercing sounds.

But the green giant shield remained motionless, not even a single crack appearing.

The corpse ghosts crashed into the light shield like hitting a copper wall and iron barrier, bounced away by the counter-shock force, fell to the ground, and climbed back up to continue pouncing.

Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts immediately relaxed.

At least their lives were temporarily saved.

However, seeing the corpse ghosts attacking frantically outside the green giant shield, a layer of haze dyed everyone's faces again.

Hua Qingshui's true gang was ultimately limited and couldn't protect them forever.

Once the true gang was exhausted, everyone would still be in life-threatening danger.

At the same time, the roars, screams, and wails coming from all around grew louder, rising one after another, echoing in the grotto, making everyone's hearts tremble.

They still had Hua Qingshui's true gang protection; one could imagine how miserable those Cold Sword Sect people must be.

At this moment, everyone felt that every second was like a year, and regret surged in their hearts; if they had known this ruin was so dangerous, they wouldn't have come for anything.

As time passed bit by bit, the terrifying slaughter of the corpse ghosts actually caused the eerie grey mist in the grotto to gradually turn into blood mist.

That blood color grew thicker and thicker, surging and flowing in the grotto as if it had a life of its own.

Exuding a nauseating, fishy, sweet scent.

About the time it takes to burn a cup of tea later.

A hint of fatigue flashed between Hua Qingshui's brows, and he said in a deep voice: "If this stone gate doesn't open, I'm afraid we too..."

Although he didn't finish his sentence.

The eerie blood mist in the grotto slowly began to shrink.

That surging blood mist, like receding seawater, gathered toward the center of the grotto from all directions, the speed growing faster and faster, forming a huge blood-colored vortex.

The corpse ghosts that were still attacking frantically a second ago also stopped, as if they had been hit by a immobilization spell.

Their blood-red eyes turned blankly, then they let out a low roar of unwillingness, released the light shield, retreated, and hid back into the blood mist.

"What is this situation..."

"Why did the corpse ghosts suddenly retreat all at once."

"It's haunted; these ghost things..."

This sudden scene caused everyone to be startled, a flash of astonishment in their eyes.

As the blood-colored mist slowly receded, the crowd could finally see the scene in the grotto clearly.

The ground was covered with broken limbs and severed arms, fresh red blood flowing all over the ground, forming dark red streams, accumulating into pools of blood in the low-lying areas.

Broken swords, torn clothes, and fire starters were scattered all over, soaked black in the pools of blood.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the unique rot of the corpse ghosts, nauseating.

Of the Cold Sword Sect disciples who had been mighty and numerous, numbering over a thousand, only seven or eight survivors remained.

Of the Embracing the Pill Realm Elders, only two remained.

The rest had all become the broken corpses on the ground.

This shocking scene made the Profound Heaven Sect crowd's eyes twitch.

Those disciples who had luckily survived had no look of joy at having escaped death, their faces full of blankness and fear, as if they had had a nightmare and hadn't woken up yet.

Even the two Embracing the Pill Realm Elders were dazed, looking at the broken corpses on the ground in disbelief, constantly muttering:

"How could it be like this... how could it be like this..."

At this moment, the eerie blood mist in the grotto seemed to be drawn by some force, all gathering toward the center of the grotto.

That blood mist swirled and shrank, finally condensing into a thin blood line, drilling into a certain direction.

Everyone followed the direction of that blood line and finally saw it clearly.

In the center of the grotto, there was actually a huge ice crystal coffin placed there.

The coffin was about a zhang long, carved entirely from transparent ice crystal, crystal clear, emitting a faint, cold light in the darkness.

Through the ice crystal, one could vaguely see a figure lying inside, but couldn't see the face clearly.

The blood mist energy all surged into the coffin, seeping into it along the patterns of the ice crystal, as if absorbed by the figure inside.

And at the top of the coffin, there was actually a blood-red flower blooming.

The flower was about the size of a fist, the petals layered, the edges slightly curled, the whole body blood-red, looking exceptionally enchanting against the backdrop of the ice crystal.

At the heart of the flower, golden patterns faintly flowed, exuding a heart-palpitating aura.

Almost at the same time, everyone's gaze was attracted by that blood-red flower.

That flower seemed to have some kind of magic, making it impossible for people to look away.

"Yin-Yang Other Shore Flower?!"

A cry of alarm exploded; the person who made the sound was none other than Zheng Feng.

"Disciple Zheng, is this some kind of spirit herb?"

Jiang Ye asked softly, but his gaze never left the flower.

"This... this is more than just a spirit herb..."

Zheng Feng said with a trembling voice, unable to hide his excitement and shock:

"This is practically a fairy herb..."

"Legend has it that this is a flower that only has a chance to grow after being nurtured for over five hundred years..."

"It has the ability to reverse life and death!"

"The Founding Emperor of the Zhou Kingdom spent his whole life searching for the Yin-Yang Other Shore Flower..."

"I didn't expect it to be here..."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed drastically, their gazes fixed tightly on that blood-red flower.

Including the few remaining people from the Cold Sword Sect; at this moment, they even forgot their recent grief, forgot their fallen fellow disciples, their eyes filled only with that enchanting flower.

"This... this is the secret treasure..."

Zhu Ying of Jin Chen Peak let out a cry of excitement he couldn't hide, his usually cold and hard face now full of greed and fanaticism.

The next instant, among the eight surviving Cold Sword Sect disciples, one suddenly swept toward the location of the coffin like wind and lightning!

That person's speed was extremely fast, his figure like a phantom, tracing an arc in the dim grotto.

"Bastard!!!"

"You dare!!!"

"Stop!!!"

Everyone shouted in unison, including Hua Qingshui, launching attacks simultaneously.

In an instant, several true qi mixed with true gang, turning into various colored lights, bombarded that Cold Sword Sect disciple.

Bang!!!

A dull thud.

The Cold Sword Sect disciple's clothes exploded, fragments scattering, revealing a person dressed in black robes.

The black robe was wide, the hood covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of cold, deep eyes.

His whole body exuded an extremely yin and cold murderous intent.

"Wrong! He's not a Cold Sword Sect disciple!"

"He's a demon from the Seven Kill Sect!"

"I was wondering why there had been no trace of Seven Kill Sect demons..."

"So he was disguised as a Cold Sword Sect person..."

Seeing this scene, everyone's expressions changed drastically, the greed in their eyes instantly replaced by wariness.

The black-robed man faced the overwhelming attacks without the slightest panic.

He suddenly raised his hand, and a somewhat illusory golden streamer surged from his palm, mixed with chilling murderous intent, meeting the crowd's attacks.

Bang!

A roar echoed in the void, the two forces colliding, exploding into a dazzling light.

The black-robed man actually used this counter-shock force to sweep toward the coffin even faster, like an arrow off a bowstring, approaching that blood-red flower in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the golden streamer waved from the black-robed man's hand, everyone's pupils shrank.

"He's also in the Divine Qi Realm?!"

Hua Qingshui said coldly with a solemn expression: "His true gang isn't refined enough; he should be in the Half-Divine Qi Realm, but his methods are very special; his half-divine qi actually has such power, able to take this old man's attack."

"What should be mine will ultimately be mine!"

Seeing the blood-red flower close at hand, the black-robed man let out a hoarse laugh filled with triumph.

The next instant.

Rumble.

A soft sound.

The ice crystal coffin actually opened by itself, the coffin lid sliding to one side, emitting a dull thud.

Following closely, a withered, hairless arm slowly reached out from the coffin, five fingers spread, unhurriedly plucking that blood-red flower. ===== CHAPTER 119 =====