Chapter 912: Extra Chapter 4: 149

Xiao Jiu gazed at the sight before her, and for a moment she actually felt it somewhat unreal.

The sky was a milky white, as if covered by a white gauze; besides white, not a thread of sunlight could get through.

The ground, too, was a vast expanse of white.

In the whole space, it seemed only white bones remained.

And Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu stared at the small temple forged from white bones before her, unable to fathom why the blood-pupil drought corpse would stage this.

If you want to fight, fight; if you want to kill, kill.

What is this supposed to be?

As her gaze swept into the distance, Xiao Jiu grew even more puzzled.

According to her earlier estimate and her understanding of Liu Junyan, Liu Junyan should be less than two li away, but now it's obvious that the ground paved with white bones has already stretched far beyond two li, yet it suffers no external recoil… this is highly abnormal.

Thinking this, Xiao Jiu silently condensed a spark of Nirvana fire at her fingertip, flicked her finger, and a small flame fell onto the white-bone ground.

The flame struck the white-bone ground, sending out a ring of reddish light, but it quickly shrank and vanished.

Seeing this, Xiao Jiu realized that everything she saw before her was an illusion crafted by the blood-pupil drought corpse.

Otherwise, when that cluster of flame landed, it should have faded after the halo appeared, yet the white-bone ground would have been unharmed.

How ridiculous.

Is the blood-pupil drought corpse repaying her with her own methods?

Xiao Jiu had just used the dream-weaving technique to play a trick on the blood-pupil drought corpse; in turn it used the white-bone illusion to trap her, a move that follows the same vein, different form but same effect.

Xiao Jiu couldn't help wondering what the blood-pupil drought corpse intended to do to her next.

How many more tricks does it have?

No matter what, Xiao Jiu was certain of one thing… that white-bone temple must not be entered!

Although Xiao Jiu couldn't see the specific layout inside the white-bone temple, she knew the blood-pupil drought corpse wouldn't do something pointless at this time.

In the vast white-bone illusion, such a temple appeared alone, and it was too eye-catching!

What Xiao Jiu never expected was that her not entering the temple didn't mean the temple couldn't come to her!

Xiao Jiu stood in place, making no move.

The other side couldn't wait any longer.

When the yin wind suddenly rose, Xiao Jiu instinctively flashed to the rear right.

As her feet just touched the ground, the white-bone temple crashed down onto the spot she had just occupied.

The next moment, the yin wind rose again.

Xiao Jiu simultaneously flashed to the side.

The white-bone temple fell once more onto the spot she had just stood!

Thus, Xiao Jiu dodged repeatedly four or five times.

The white-bone temple chased after her, and each time the interval grew shorter.

Even though Xiao Jiu was already quite agile, after dodging five or six times she still began to feel overwhelmed.

Boom—

On the seventh attempt, Xiao Jiu didn't have time to pull back her foot; a corner of the white-bone temple slammed hard onto her left foot, instantly a powerful pulling force emanated from inside the temple, and in the next instant Xiao Jiu's whole body was already standing inside the temple.

When standing inside the white-bone temple, Xiao Jiu became even more bewildered.

Earlier, from outside, looking through the doorway, she had seen the blood-pupil drought corpse seated inside the white-bone temple.

But now, the entire white-bone temple is empty, with no blood-pupil drought corpse, no idols, and so on.

Xiao Jiu once again thrust forth the Mòyù Bānzhǐ.

The Mòyù Bānzhǐ, bearing five-colored light, slammed hard onto one side of the white-bone wall.

When the Mòyù Bānzhǐ struck a piece of the white-bone wall and rebounded, Xiao Jiu saw that the white bone on that wall had split open.

After the strike, the Mòyù Bānzhǐ did not immediately return to Xiao Jiu's right thumb; instead, it was pushed by the recoil force toward the opposite wall, where it slammed hard.

The opposite wall was instantly struck open with a crack.

Immediately afterward, the Mòyù Bānzhǐ was bounced toward another side.

The Mòyù Bānzhǐ kept bouncing back and forth, striking repeatedly within the space.

Piece by piece, the white-bone walls were struck, producing patches of cracks that eventually joined into a single sheet.

The terrifying thing happened just then.

All the cracks on the white-bone walls, regardless of size or length, instantly opened wide.

Numerous blood-pupils, large and small, suddenly appeared on the wall surface, staring fixedly at Xiao Jiu; following close behind came strings of obscure, hard-to-understand incantations that kept echoing in her mind.

Those blood-pupils seemed to speak, blinking incessantly.

Those incantations seemed to carry a kind of power, constantly disturbing Xiao Jiu's nerves, leaving her unable to focus on the matter at hand.

The blood-pupil drought corpse's teasing voice rang in Xiao Jiu's ears: "Little thing, if you refuse a toast you'll drink a forfeit—do you regret it now? It's not too late!"

Xiao Jiu gritted her teeth and shouted: "Don't even think about it!"

"As long as I want it, I can obtain it." the blood-pupil drought corpse said, "Now I am the butcher's block and you the meat; you are under my control—what do you have to bargain with? I could take a liking to your body and skin; you should feel honored!"

As it spoke, Xiao Jiu saw the blood-pupils glaring at her turn gradually pale, fine cracks appearing densely, like… like a drought-stricken ground, parched and cracked everywhere.

The blood-pupil drought corpse not only has a pair of terrifying blood-pupils, it is also a drought corpse; legend says wherever it passes, the land is scorched for a thousand miles and all living beings suffer.

Xiao Jiu's skin, at the same time those cracks appeared, began to feel a burning sensation.

Only then did Xiao Jiu realize that the blood-pupil drought corpse had trapped her in this cramped space in order to turn her into a puppet.

This is an illusion, but the mana carried within the white-bone temple is not false.

It can even suppress the attack of the Mòyù Bānzhǐ.

This powerful ability left Xiao Jiu feeling astonished.

That shouldn't be!

The Mòyù Bānzhǐ, after the Five-Colored Earth Ability recovers, shouldn't be unable to subdue the Xuètóng Hānsī's spellcasting, right?

Could it be that my ability is insufficient, unable to fully activate all the powers of the Mòyù Bānzhǐ?

Soon, Xiao Jiu figured out exactly where the problem lay.

When Xiao Jiu again unleashed a strong palm wind and the air inside the White Bone Small Temple surged, Xiao Jiu keenly smelled a trace of incense.

Incense smoke?

Xiao Jiu suddenly realized that this White Bone Small Temple was not only formed from condensed yin evil qi, nor merely a copy of the original Bai Qi Temple; it actually also contained the incense smoke of the Bai Qi Temple!

In other words, the Xuètóng Hānsī successfully 'borrowed' the incense smoke and merit that had accumulated over years of offerings at the Bai Qi Temple.

The Mòyù Bānzhǐ can subdue the Xuètóng Hānsī, but it has no power against an Xuètóng Hānsī soaked in incense smoke and merit.

That Xuètóng Hānsī is too clever; this move is practically a heavy blow to Xiao Jiu.

The only solution Xiao Jiu could think of was to quickly condense this incense smoke and merit, then strike the Xuètóng Hānsī at its root.

But while the idea is simple, carrying it out is extremely difficult.

Before Xiao Jiu could think of a better solution, a familiar surge of energy rose up from the ground and in an instant filled the entire White Bone Small Temple.

Xiao Jiu was too familiar with this aura—it was the earth vein dragon qi…