Chapter 791: Extra 4: 28

Xiao Jiu stared at the blood dragon, his mind in turmoil, quickly piecing together a thread of thought.

The blood dragon was formed from the vicious blood qi condensed inside the bronze coffin; the one refining it should still be inside the coffin.

This person's cultivation path is quite heretical, as can be seen from the walking corpses carrying the bronze coffin.

But it can hide in the bronze coffin, cultivate peacefully, and evade all heavenly punishments precisely because it has absorbed the dragon qi within the coffin.

And where does that dragon qi come from?

Without doubt, it comes from the fractured branch of the dragon vein.

Now the old well is in turmoil, the Golden Scale has appeared—this is the perfect opportunity for that guy to seize the chaos and absorb dragon qi.

It can already condense a blood dragon to resist Xiao Jiu, showing it is only one step away from ultimate success.

Yet this fractured branch of the dragon vein in Suedi, ever since the old turtle died, has been able to sustain itself for over five years until now, all thanks to Liu Junyan using his Golden Scale to maintain the dragon qi of the vein branch, ensuring everything runs normally.

This guy actually wants to steal that portion of dragon qi—did he even ask if Xiao Jiu agrees?!

Having figured this out, Xiao Jiu is no longer confused.

Regardless of whether there is dragon qi in the bronze coffin, she will show no mercy.

She must protect Liu Junyan's Golden Scale, guard this fractured vein branch, and defend Suedi!

Xiao Jiu summoned several ghost faces from the Soul-guiding Lamp; they flew out, directly confronting the blood dragon, constantly tearing and biting, entangling it.

Meanwhile, Xiao Jiu spread her wings and shot into the sky, continually crying shrilly, chanting a witch's incantation; soon, bird calls echoed from all directions.

They passed through the rain curtain, dodged the lightning, thick and numerous, almost covering the sky above the old well.

At Xiao Jiu's command, they retracted their wings, like arrows released from a bow, all shooting toward the bronze coffin.

The bronze coffin again burst forth with powerful dragon qi, shaking away a flock of birds.

Yet some birds managed to approach the coffin, continuously flapping their wings, and with an enveloping force drove the attacking dragon qi back into the coffin.

As the bronze coffin kept trembling, the ground also shook, the amplitude growing larger, as if something might burst from underground at any moment.

At the moment the coffin lid was lifted by the flock of birds working together, Xiao Jiu hovered high directly above the coffin.

She immediately flapped her wings, using strong true qi to suppress the dragon qi inside the coffin, her body descending inch by inch.

As Xiao Jiu's intimidating pressure drew nearer, the coffin trembled more violently, emitting a thudding sound from within, as something inside struggled desperately.

Near.

Close enough.

Xiao Jiu could only see a black, murky thing struggling inside the coffin.

Before she could identify what it was, a foul stench burst from the coffin, and Xiao Jiu instinctively struck out with a palm.

The bronze coffin crashed down onto the ground.

The flock of birds scattered.

The blood dragon could not maintain its form, turning into blood qi that swiftly retreated into the coffin.

The moment the bronze coffin hit the ground, Xiao Jiu saw the dragon qi imprisoned inside; that flashing golden light burst forth, quickly converging toward the old well.

Xiao Jiu suddenly understood.

No wonder the bronze coffin, from the moment it appeared, has always been carried on the shoulders of the walking corpses.

No matter how powerful a magical artifact, it always has a fatal weakness.

For example, this bronze coffin cannot be cut by swords, pierced by arrows, and even if struck by Nirvana fire, which penetrates it, the dragon qi inside will extinguish the fire.

But it cannot touch the ground.

Once it contacts earthly qi, the dragon qi will leak out.

A bronze coffin deprived of dragon qi is like a general on the battlefield stripped of his armor—utterly vulnerable.

Xiao Jiu hesitated not at all, summoned Feng Wu, drew the bow to full, and shot at the bronze coffin.

Regardless of what lies within the bronze coffin, how many years it has cultivated, or whether it has gained divinity, Xiao Jiu knows only that this thing must not remain.

Pu!

The arrow feather pierced through the layers of blood mist, successfully pinning that black mass inside the coffin.

In the air, the corpse stench grew even stronger.

Xiao Jiu furrowed her brows.

The thing inside the coffin is clearly still struggling, still moving—why is the corpse stench so intense?

Boom!

At that moment, a bolt of heavenly thunder struck down.

It struck squarely into the bronze coffin.

The black, murky thing inside the coffin instantly ceased moving.

At that moment, Xiao Jiu almost wanted to curse the heavens!

Earlier, before she had figured out the coffin's weakness, fighting it had been so difficult; this damned thunder, as if blind, was of no help at all.

After she unleashed her ultimate move and settled the matter, this thunder became diligent, its accuracy surprisingly high.

What was it doing earlier?!

Actually, Xiao Jiu also understands that the thunder didn't fall earlier because the dragon qi protected the coffin; now it falls because the dragon qi inside has been sucked into the Golden Scale.

But she is still angry!

Anger aside, the business still needs to be done.

After the thunder struck, the blood qi and vicious qi inside the coffin completely dissipated, and the thing inside revealed its true form.

It was a giant python, with what seemed like horns faintly growing on its head, though its original skin color could no longer be seen.

The horned giant python already showed signs of transforming into a jiao.

But the fact is, this giant python has been dead for many years.

To be precise, what was hidden in this bronze coffin, constantly absorbing Dragon Qi to cultivate, was actually a corpse python!

Xiao Jiu couldn't help but complain in his heart: truly, whatever disgusting thing encounters a great opportunity can become formidable.

At this moment, the ghost faces had already returned to the Soul-guiding Lamp, and the Soul-guiding Lamp floated beside Xiao Jiu.

The flock of birds summoned by Xiao Jiu just now were also hovering in midair at this moment, ready to obey Xiao Jiu's orders at any time.

Xiao Jiu took human form and then turned to look at those cultivators curled up into a ball on the ground.

Those cultivators immediately huddled together again, their faces full of panic.

Xiao Jiu could already be certain that these cultivators were probably not righteous path people; they dared to open the bronze coffin either for the corpse python or for the Dragon Qi or Golden Scale.

She needed to figure out exactly what was going on.

Xiao Jiu stepped forward, raised a hand and pointed at one of them, asking: "Why did you come here today? Speak!"

Having witnessed those scenes just now, they wouldn't dare to deceive Xiao Jiu even if they had ten times the courage.

The person stammered: "We received news that there is a corpse python in Suedi about to transform into a flood dragon, with hopes of becoming an Earth Fiend Immortal in this region; as long as we open its chest before it successfully transforms, we can obtain its corpse pill and bring it back to refine, which will aid our cultivation..."

It turned out to be the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

This group were originally evil cultivators; their cultivation path is impure, and to them this corpse python's corpse pill is indeed a good thing.

Alas, before acting they didn't even weigh their own strength; truly overestimating themselves.

This group will next be handed over to the Fang Chuan Sect for handling.

Xiao Jiu turned and walked toward the Old Well.

The Golden Scale absorbed the strong Dragon Qi that had accumulated in the bronze coffin for who knows how many years, which was an unexpected delight.

That was Liu Junyan's Golden Scale; if I could take it away… roar…

Before Xiao Jiu could reach the Old Well, a dragon's roar came from underground.

This time it was exceptionally clear, accompanied by violent crustal movement, the soil on the ground actually looked like pieces of Dragon Scale flipping over, spreading outward in layers around the Old Well...