Chapter 887

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The representative of the Myriad Demons' Ancestral Court is named Hu Shang.

He is the Clan Leader of the Fox Clan, a Ten Thousand Year Demon Emperor.

His true form is a nine-tailed fox who has lived for over ten thousand years.

He wears a red robe, with nine red fox tails behind him.

He holds a crimson Yao Bone Fan; the fan surface is woven from the tail fur of a nine-tailed fox, the fan ribs are forged from the spine bones of ancient demons, and strange patterns are engraved on the fan surface. When waved, it can summon vast demonic fire and charm divine souls.

This demon has a handsome face, with a hint of demonic strangeness between his eyebrows and eyes, long and narrow eye corners, and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He appears lazy on the surface, but is actually staring intently at the Corpse King's Tomb, having already planned how to seize the Corpse King.

The representative of the Heavenly Calculation Alliance is named Xing Yanzi, a Great Power at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul.

He specializes in the Star Divination Technique, able to observe celestial omens and judge fortune and misfortune, excelling at deducing heavenly secrets.

He wears a blue Daoist Robe, embroidered densely with stars on the robe. Starlight flows within the star patterns, and above his head floats a miniature Zhou Tian Star Plate.

As the Star Plate turns, starlight sprinkles down, allowing him to perceive all movements in the surroundings.

He holds a silver-white patterned sword, with the Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions engraved on the sword body.

When waved, it can summon Star Power, condense Star Constellation False Bodies, and slay enemies.

Xing Yanzi is the calmest, because he has already used the Star Plate to deduce the time and fortune of the Corpse King's Appearance, and has his own schemes in mind.

The representative of the Nether Prison Dao is named Ming Chen, a Great Power at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul.

He specializes in the Yin Cold Technique, excels at controlling dead souls and corpses, with piercing cold Qi swirling around his body, as if he came from the Nine Nether Hells.

He wears a black robe, with green ghost fire flowing around his body. Under his feet he steps on a large Yin-Yin Ming Lotus; as the lotus petals bloom, Yin Cold Qi permeates.

At the same time he holds a pitch-black Soul Devouring Bell, with ghost faces engraved on the bell body. Once the bell rings, it can devour souls and seize spirits.

His complexion is pale, without a trace of blood color.

Both eyes are pitch-black like ink, without pupils.

His aura is yin cold. His Root God is an Underworld King wearing a Ming Crown, clad in Ming Armor, holding a Soul Staff, with Yin Cold Qi permeating his body, surrounded by countless dead souls.

The representative of the Gui Xu Chamber of Commerce is named Qian Wanguan, at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul.

Although his cultivation is slightly inferior to the representatives of other powers, he holds endless resources.

This man wears a magnificent brocade robe, densely embroidered with gold coin patterns on the robe. He looks extremely wealthy and noble.

He plays with a smooth and lustrous Jade Pot in his hand, filled with various rare spiritual materials and spirit stones, with spiritual light occasionally overflowing from the pot's spout.

On the back of the Heaven-Swallowing Toad, in the Jade Pavilion, many experts of the Gui Xu Chamber of Commerce are on standby.

The representative of the Xuanhuang Realm is named Huang Zun, at the Middle Stage of Nascent Soul.

He specializes in the Jin Ting Method, excelling at controlling Jin Ting Power.

He wears golden battle armor, with brilliant golden light swirling around his body.

He holds a Xuan Huang Golden Seal, with ancient runes engraved on the seal body. When waved, it can transform into a Golden Court descending, thereby suppressing all things.

Besides this, the representatives of other powers are all Great Powers at the Nascent Soul stage.

Although each has their own characteristics, none are as good as the representatives of the Five Great Powers and the Xuanhuang Realm.

They lie in wait outside the Five Great Powers, their gazes fixed on that huge Corpse King's Tomb, waiting for the right moment to act.

Xu Zixiao mixed in the crowd, raised his head to look at that sky-piercing Corpse King's Tomb, and glanced at the Divine Transformation experts of various powers, his eyes slightly moving.

He knew that with his own strength, he absolutely could not participate in this level of struggle; he could only silently observe and wait for the situation to change.

If there is an opportunity, he will seek a chance for his Master.

If not, he will wait quietly and transmit the situation here completely.

At this moment, black Qi surged even more violently at the Corpse King's Tomb, and the pressure originating from the Corpse King grew stronger and stronger.

The representatives of the Five Great Powers had increasingly sharp gazes, and their Dharma Aspects gradually became clear, both restraining each other and guarding against each other.

At this moment, no one was willing to act first, yet no one wanted to give up this once-in-ten-thousand-years opportunity.

As time passed, the distinction of levels became increasingly clear.

At the very front, led by the representatives of the Five Great Powers and the Xuanhuang Realm, they were either Great Powers at the Nascent Soul stage or Ten Thousand Year Demon Emperors, with majestic auras and increasingly clear Dharma Aspects, steadily occupying the core area of the Corpse King's Tomb.

Only they were qualified to compete for the Corpse King's once-in-ten-thousand-years opportunity.

Behind them, Nascent Soul Cultivators formed dense arrays, each with tense auras and eyes full of apprehension.

These people dared not approach the core, could only lie in wait and wait, hoping that during the struggle of the Great Powers, they could pick up a trace of opportunity.

Further out, a large number of Golden Core Cultivators crowded together, each with pale faces and tense bodies. Their cultivation was "lowly," and they did not even have the qualification to approach the tomb, only able to watch from afar.

To personally witness the Corpse King's Appearance today was already an eye-opener.

As for competing for resources and opportunities, they did not even dare to think about it.

At this moment, the three-headed six-armed evil god standing in front of the tomb suddenly moved.

It suddenly raised its six arms, and the six heavy weapons in its hands—the saber, spear, sword, halberd, axe, and battle-axe—all turned direction at once, fiercely chopping toward itself.

Boom!

A thunderous roar that shook heaven and earth exploded. The six heavy weapons fell on the evil god simultaneously, pitch-black evil Qi surged out, accompanied by an extremely shrill howl. The evil god's body instantly appeared six deep wounds down to the bone.

Yet it seemed unable to feel pain. The six arms continued to wave wildly, the heavy weapons chopping on its body again and again. The three heads—blue-faced, white-faced, black-faced—even began to tear at each other.

Fang teeth tore flesh and blood, evil Qi overflowed from the wounds. The scene was cruel to the extreme.

"What is the evil god doing?"

"This is the fate of the path-guiding evil god: sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice?"

"Yes, using the Self-Mutilation Sacrifice Method, burn all the baleful Qi, awaken the dormant Corpse King, and activate the Corpse King's Tomb!"

The crowd witnessing all this immediately began to chatter among themselves.

Only to see the Slaughter God's body gradually crumble through repeated self-mutilation, six arms breaking one after another, three skulls bursting one after another.

The hundred-zhang-tall body, before everyone's eyes, melted bit by bit, finally transforming into a stream of black Qi condensed to the extreme, like a raging black dragon, fiercely slamming into the Burial Mound.

Click!

A piercing shattering sound resounded, and the thousand-zhang Burial Mound, piled from countless bones, under the impact of the Slaughter God's sacrifice, instantly appeared dense cracks.

From the cracks surged even more violent Corpse Qi, rushing straight into the clouds.

This area, along with most of the Sky, instantly plunged into pitch-black darkness.

Immediately after, the Burial Mound exploded with a boom, countless bone fragments flying, countless Wandering Souls rushing out.

At the center of the Burial Mound, a figure slowly rose, Corpse Qi surging to the heavens around him, his pressure so strong that even a Great Power of the Nascent Soul stage changed countenance.

"Attack!"

Hu Shang struck first, the lazy smile at the corner of his mouth instantly fading, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, the Nine Red Fox Tails behind him unfurling, vast Demonic Fire gushing forth, transforming into nine terrifying Fire Dragons, swiftly pouncing at the Corpse King!