Chapter 527: Sinful Thought Essence Zombie Corpse Worm

In the depths of Tianji Shengyu, beneath the shadow of the ancient pagoda, an unprecedented terrifying force was quietly brewing.

This force is called Bloodfiend; it did not arise naturally, but the spirits of the ancient pagoda gathered countless beings' sinful thoughts and crystal essence over countless years, then transformed them through a special ritual.

Bloodfiend, this strange and evil existence, possesses the ability to stir the deepest primal desires within cultivators, rapidly amplifying those desires and causing cultivators to lose themselves in endless desire.

The power of Bloodfiend is so concealed that when it first appeared, none of the cultivators could react in time.

In the sky, blood clouds spread thickly, like a huge curtain slowly drawn aside, revealing the ferocious outline of the ancient pagoda.

The air was filled with a cloying Blood Smell that made people shudder.

The cultivators vigilantly surveyed their surroundings, yet found their power pitifully small before this force.

Suddenly, streaks of blood-colored light shot from the ancient pagoda, piercing the cultivators' defenses like arrows and directly entering their bodies.

These blood-colored lights were the manifestation of Bloodfiend; they rapidly spread within the cultivators' bodies, evoking each person's darkest desires from deep within.

The cultivators' gazes began to grow dazed, their faces showing expressions of struggle, but soon this struggle was replaced by a strange frenzy.

Bloodfiend's power raged within the cultivators' bodies, and their bodies began to undergo strange changes.

Beneath the skin, blood vessels swelled like worms wriggling underneath, eventually bursting and spilling blood everywhere.

Their features became distorted, eyes bloodshot, mouths emitting low growls.

These once cultivators have now become hideous zombies.

The zombies' bodies became abnormally hard, their skin taking on a strange bluish-gray hue, their nails turning sharp as blades, and their mouths sprouting sharp fangs.

Most terrifying of all, these zombies carried a potent corpse poison.

This corpse poison can spread not only through blood, but also through saliva.

Once bitten by a zombie, even the strongest cultivator will instantly be infected by the corpse poison and turn into a new zombie.

The zombies emitted terrifying howls, their eyes devoid of any glimmer of reason, leaving only a craving for fresh flesh.

They lunged at the Huanyu cultivators with swift, savage movements; the Huanyu cultivators horrified to find that their spells and treasures had hardly any effect on these zombies.

The zombies' skin was as hard as iron, rendering ordinary attacks unable to penetrate.

Moreover, whenever a zombie was attacked, its wounds would quickly heal, as if it possessed an immortal body.

The battle became extraordinarily brutal, and the Huanyu cultivators suffered successive defeats.

They had to rely on teamwork, using formations and special treasures to fight the zombies.

But the zombies were far too many, surging like a tide; cultivators kept getting infected and joining the zombie ranks.

Longling stood at the front lines of the battlefield, his eyes flashing with determined light; if a solution to Bloodfiend were not found quickly, the entirety of Tianji Shengyu would fall into disaster.

He loudly commanded the cultivators to stay calm and seek the zombies' weakness.

"Do not engage the zombies head‑on; their bodies are too hard! Use spell attacks on their heads—that is their only weak point!" Longling's voice echoed across the battlefield, giving the cultivators a glimmer of hope.

The cultivators began to act according to Longling's instructions, forming small groups, using agile body techniques to dodge zombie attacks while looking for chances to strike their heads.

The battle grew harder, yet a turning point gradually appeared: whenever a zombie was struck in the head and fell, its corpse swiftly turned into a puddle of black pus, and the corpse poison dissipated with it.

However, Bloodfiend's power did not weaken because of this; within the ancient pagoda, a stronger Bloodfiend force was brewing.

This force was purer and more evil than before, forming a huge blood-colored vortex around the ancient pagoda; from the vortex came heart‑pounding howls, as if countless demons were about to burst forth.

Longling and the others' faces grew grave; they knew that the release of this force would bring an even more terrifying disaster.

They must quickly find a way to seal the ancient pagoda, or else the entirety of Huanyu will face an apocalyptic catastrophe.

Under Longling's leadership, the cultivators began to seek the ancient pagoda's weakness.

They discovered that at the base of the pagoda stood a massive stone tablet inscribed with ancient characters that seemed related to Bloodfiend's power.

Longling and the others began studying these characters, hoping to find clues for sealing the ancient pagoda.

Meanwhile, the battle on the battlefield continued, zombies continually surging forth as the cultivators fought desperately.

They used terrain and formations to continually weaken the zombies' power, and some cultivators even began trying special elixirs and treasures, hoping to find a way to counteract the corpse poison.

In a fierce battle, a young cultivator was inadvertently bitten by a zombie.

His body quickly underwent mutation, and the corpse poison rapidly spread within him.

However, just as he was about to turn into a zombie, an elder cultivator rushed forward, exerting all his strength to expel the corpse poison from his body.

The young cultivator was saved, but his eyes were filled with fear and gratitude.

The battle lasted days and nights; the cultivators grew exhausted, yet their will became ever more resolute.

In the ancient pagoda battle of Tianji Shengyu, Bloodfiend's power spread like a plague, cultivators falling one by one; their souls could not escape and were devoured by Bloodfiend's power.

These fallen cultivators' mysterious powers did not dissipate; instead, drawn by Bloodfiend, they gathered together to form a more terrifying existence—the Zombie King.

The Zombie King's body is formed from the condensed souls of countless fallen cultivators; its power increases rapidly, growing stronger every moment.

Its stature is massive like a mountain, its skin a strange bluish‑gray, and terrifying mysterious red light erupts from its entire body.

These red lights are not mere halos, but a single mysterious red corpse worm, wriggling swiftly on the Zombie King's body as if alive.

These red corpse worms are called Bloodfiend Corpse Worms, another manifestation of Bloodfiend's power.

They feed on souls, and each devouring doubles their numbers.

The Zombie King draws upon annihilated souls to sustain itself, becoming an incubator for Bloodfiend Corpse Worms; nourished by the Zombie King's soul power, they multiply rapidly, forming a sky‑covering army of corpse worms.

The appearance of Bloodfiend Corpse Worms plunged the entire battlefield into deeper panic.

Their numbers were so vast they resembled a blood‑colored cloud layer that blotted out the sky, making the already dim battlefield even gloomier.

Although each Bloodfiend Corpse Worm is tiny, it possesses tremendous corrosive power; its saliva and bodily fluids carry deadly poison that can easily corrode cultivators' treasures and armor, even their flesh.

The Huanyu cultivators, facing this sudden corpse‑worm army, felt an unprecedented fear.

They waved their treasures and cast powerful spells, trying to block this horrifying torrent, yet the Bloodfiend Corpse Worms' vitality is extremely strong; even when struck by spells they are merely repelled temporarily, soon regrouping to resume their assault on the cultivators.

Longling stood at the front lines of the battlefield, his eyes flashing with determined light; if a way to deal with Bloodfiend Corpse Worms were not found quickly, the entirety of Tianji Shengyu would fall into disaster. He loudly commanded the cultivators to stay calm and seek the worms' weakness.

"Do not engage the corpse worms head‑on; they are too numerous! Use fire and lightning spells, which are specially effective against them!" Longling's voice echoed across the battlefield, giving the cultivators a glimmer of hope.

The cultivators began to act according to Longling's instructions, forming small groups and using fire and lightning spells to attack the corpse‑worm army.

Flames burned the corpses' bodies, while lightning pierced their shells directly, causing the corpse insect army's numbers to begin decreasing.

However, the breeding speed of the blood corpse insects is extremely fast; their numbers seem impossible to completely reduce.

In the battle, a young cultivator was accidentally bitten by a blood corpse insect.

His body quickly underwent mutation; his skin began to rot, his muscles began to atrophy, and madness flickered in his eyes.

His body began to emit a strange red light, and it actually started to hatch new blood corpse insects.

This young cultivator eventually joined the corpse insect army, becoming part of it.

Longling and the others' faces turned grave; they knew the cruelty of this battle far exceeded their imagination.

In the battle of the ancient pagoda of Tianji Shengyu that day, the horror of the blood corpse insects had already surpassed the cultivators' imagination.

These tiny yet deadly creatures, like a flood of death, swept across the battlefield, leaving behind a silence and desolation.

Wherever the corpse insects passed, everything turned to dust; all traces of life were completely erased.

With the fall of the Zombie King, the blood corpse insects lost the source of their soul power, but they did not stop breeding because of it.

On the contrary, after a brief chaos, they began to frenziedly seek new prey; the number of corpse insects grew at an astonishing speed, like a blood‑red storm sweeping every corner, attacking all life indiscriminately.

The cultivators discovered in horror that these corpse insects could not only corrode flesh but also devour souls; once surrounded by the corpse insect swarm, even the strongest cultivator could not escape being devoured.

The saliva of the corpse insects contains an extremely corrosive substance that can quickly dissolve cultivators' magic treasures and armor, even their flesh.

Moreover, their sharp fangs can easily pierce cultivators' nascent souls and directly devour their souls.

Longling stood at the front line of the battlefield, his eyes flashing with determined light.

He loudly commanded the cultivators, telling them to stay calm and seek the corpse insects' weakness.

"We must find the source of the corpse insects and cut off their breeding chain!" Longling's voice echoed across the battlefield, giving the cultivators a glimmer of hope.

The cultivators began to act according to Longling's instructions, attacking the corpse insect army with fire and lightning techniques.

Flames burned the corpses' bodies, while lightning pierced their shells directly, causing the corpse insect army's numbers to begin decreasing.

However, the breeding speed of the blood corpse insects is extremely fast; their numbers seem impossible to completely reduce.

Longling and the others' faces turned grave; they knew the cruelty of this battle far exceeded their imagination.

They must quickly find a way to seal the ancient pagoda, or else the entire Huanyu will face a catastrophe of annihilation.

Meanwhile, the battle on the battlefield continued; blood corpse insects kept surging forth, and the cultivators fought desperately to resist.

However, the disaster of the corpse insects has not ended yet.

In the depths of the ancient pagoda, a stronger blood corpse power is brewing.

This power is purer and more evil than before.

It formed a huge blood‑colored vortex around the ancient pagoda; from the vortex came heart‑pounding howls, as if countless demons were about to rush out.

Longling and the others stood at the front line of the battlefield, their eyes fixed on the ancient pagoda.

In the depths of the ancient pagoda, a suffocating evil aura was rapidly condensing.

The cultivators on the battlefield felt an unprecedented pressure, as if an invisible mountain were pressing on their chests, making it hard to breathe.

The source of this aura is the terrifying presence slowly emerging from the shadows of the ancient pagoda—the Corpse Insect King.

The Corpse Insect King's appearance is chilling; its body is huge as a mountain, almost occupying the entire space's height.

Its body is formed from countless blood corpse insects, each insect like a cell on its body, constantly wriggling and emitting a nauseating sound.

The Corpse Insect King's skin is deep red, covered with ferocious patterns that seem to be piled from countless corpses of corpse insects, exuding an aura of death and decay.

The Corpse Insect King's head is abnormally large, taking up about one‑third of its entire body.

Its face has no eyes, only a huge mouthpart bristling with sharp teeth, each tooth like a gleaming dagger.

That mouthpart constantly opens and closes, spraying out streams of green poisonous mist; wherever the mist reaches, all life withers instantly and turns to ash.

The Corpse Insect King's back bears a pair of huge wings made of corpse insects; each flap raises a gale mixed with countless tiny corpse insects, like a blood rain showering the cultivators.

Once these tiny corpse insects touch a cultivator's body, they quickly burrow into the skin, devour flesh and blood, and turn the cultivator into a new corpse insect.

The Corpse Insect King's power is terrifying beyond measure; each of its strikes carries destructive force capable of easily destroying a mountain peak.

Its attack methods are diverse: it can not only ram with its massive body, but also spray corrosive venom, and even release powerful mental attacks that directly erode cultivators' souls.

Faced with such a powerful Corpse Insect King, the cultivators' hearts are filled with fear and despair.

They know that if they do not quickly find a way to deal with the Corpse Insect King, the entire Tianji Shengyu will become its territory, and all life will be devoured.

Longling stood at the front line, his eyes flashing with determined light; despite facing such a terrifying enemy, he showed no intention of retreating.

He knew that only by uniting all cultivators' strength could they possibly defeat the Corpse Insect King and protect their homeland.

"Don't be afraid!" Longling shouted loudly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "We must find the Corpse Insect King's weakness and cut off its breeding chain! Only by defeating it can we end this disaster!"

Encouraged by Longling, the cultivators regained their spirits, began to observe the Corpse Insect King's movements more carefully, and searched for its weakness.

Under the Corpse Insect King's terrifying aura, the faces of the Huanyu cultivators turned pale, their eyes filled with unprecedented fear.

Some cultivators' hands trembled involuntarily, their magic treasures almost slipping from their grasp; others' legs went weak, as if they were about to kneel.

"How… how is this possible? Its power far exceeds our imagination!" a young cultivator stammered, eyes full of terror, his voice trembling on the verge of collapse.

"Can we defeat it?" another cultivator's voice was filled with despair, looking at the Corpse Insect King's massive body, feeling like he faced an insurmountable mountain.

"Look, its ferocious mouthpart—anyone standing before it is like an ant!" a female cultivator screamed, her voice sharp and panicked, her magic sword almost slipping from her hand.

"Its skin is made of countless corpse insects; how could our attacks possibly penetrate such a defense!" a cultivator in heavy armor roared; although his words were full of anger, anyone could hear the fear in his heart.

"We must stay calm and not let fear control us!" an elder cultivator tried to steady morale, but his voice also trembled, his forehead already covered in cold sweat.

Longling looked at his companions; he knew that if they did not act quickly, this fear would spread rapidly, causing the entire defense line to collapse.

He took a deep breath and shouted:

"Listen, every cultivator, do not let fear devour you! Although the Corpse Insect King is powerful, it is not invincible! We must find its weakness and concentrate firepower to attack!"

His voice carried determination and resolve, his eyes flashing with unyielding light.

Those words were like a fresh stream, slightly alleviating the fear of some cultivators.

"Longling is right, we can't just give up like this!" a cultivator said angrily, gripping his magic treasure tightly; though his face remained pale, his eyes now showed determination.

"Spells and magic treasures aren't for show; as long as we unite, we can definitely defeat this monster!" another cultivator shouted, his voice tinged with madness but more so a longing for survival.

Under Longling's leadership, the cultivators began to reorganize; though fear still lingered in their eyes, they now had the resolve to fight.

With Longling's encouragement, the Huanyu cultivators gradually regained a bit of courage from fear.

They knew that against the terrifying Corpse Insect King, unity was their only option.

The cultivators began to gather, forming combat squads ready to attack the Corpse Insect King.

"Fire and lightning are Sharp Instruments against the insects; all cultivators, hear my order, concentrate our power and strike the Corpse Insect King's weak point with our strongest spells!" Longling commanded, his voice echoing across the battlefield, showing the cultivators the way.

The cultivators nodded in agreement, began chanting spells, and their magic treasures emitted various lights.

Fire cultivators summoned raging flames, forming walls of fire to try to block the Corpse Insect King's advance;

while lightning cultivators summoned bolts of lightning, preparing to deliver a deadly strike to the Corpse Insect King.

The Corpse Insect King also seemed to sense the cultivators' threat; its huge mouthparts let out an earth-shaking roar filled with anger and provocation.

Its wings flapped violently, the gust scattering the flames; at the same time, a layer of green slime appeared on its body surface, which seemed to insulate well against lightning.

"Careful, its slime can block lightning!" a cultivator exclaimed; before his words faded, the Corpse Insect King launched an attack.

Its massive tail swept across, the wind pressure sending several cultivators flying, crashing heavily into distant rocks.

"Don't panic, hold formation!" Longling shouted loudly, his figure darting across the battlefield as his Light Sword swung, slaying several Bloodfiend Corpse Insects that tried to approach.

His gaze locked onto the Corpse Insect King, seeking its weakness.

At that moment, an old cultivator stepped forward, holding an ancient jade talisman covered in intricate runes.

The old cultivator's eyes were firm; he began chanting and tossed the jade talisman into the air.

The jade talisman glowed brightly in the air, then turned into a huge beam that struck the Corpse Insect King's head.

"Boom!"

The beam collided with the Corpse Insect King's head, exploding with a deafening roar.

The Corpse Insect King's head was hit by the beam; the green slime evaporated, revealing the insects beneath.

These insects began to burn under the beam's light, emitting shrill hisses.

"Its head is the weak point!" the old cultivator shouted, his voice tinged with fatigue but more with excitement and hope.

Upon hearing the old cultivator's shout, the cultivators immediately focused their attacks on the Corpse Insect King's head.

Fire and lightning rained down on the Corpse Insect King's head like drops, each strike making it bellow in pain.

The Corpse Insect King struggled angrily, its body thrashing violently as it tried to shake off the cultivators' attacks.

Its wings flapped wildly, blowing nearby cultivators away, but the cultivators did not retreat; they knew this was the crucial moment to defeat the Corpse Insect King.

The battle grew fiercer; though the Corpse Insect King was powerful, under the cultivators' combined assault its body began to show signs of damage.

Its head was continually struck by fire and lightning; the green slime could no longer fully protect it, and the insects began to die in large patches.

Finally, with a earth-shaking boom, the Corpse Insect King's head was completely crushed; its body lost support and collapsed with a crash.

As the Corpse Insect King fell, the Bloodfiend Corpse Insects lost their leader and began to scatter, but the cultivators did not let them escape, continuing the pursuit and wiping out these terrifying creatures one by one.

After the battle ended, the cultivators stood beside the Corpse Insect King's corpse, their faces weary but filled more with the joy of victory.

This battle was only a temporary victory; the secrets of the Ancient Pagoda have not yet been fully revealed, and more challenges await them.

But they also believed that nothing was impossible for them, fighting for their sect and for their loved ones in the Tianji Shengyu.