Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 15 Life hangs by a thread, new and old grudges

At this time, the Iron Corpse who had finished eating the ghost hand seemed to be a bit hungry.

After sniffing the corpse oil smoke in the air with his nose, he immediately searched around excitedly.

When it saw a lantern burning with a dark fire hanging on the house by the alley.

The instinct of biting instantly dominated the Iron Corpse's actions, roaring and rushing towards the lantern.

The carrion ghost on the ground, who was guarding the lantern, saw the ferocious appearance of the iron corpse, and immediately rolled and crawled forward to block it.

However, before he persisted for half a breath, he was grabbed and torn by the iron corpse with both hands, and was torn into several pieces.

After killing the rotting ghoul in an instant, Iron Corpse threw himself under the lantern in a few steps, looking up at the lantern.

As he opened his mouth and sucked it in, the glowing green underworld fire in the lantern was instantly sucked into his body.

Smacking his mouth in satisfaction, the green light in Tie Shi's eyes suddenly brightened a lot.

This kind of pure underworld fire from the creatures of the underworld is a first-class tonic for corpse refining.

After devouring a cloud of ghost fire, Tie Zhan's ugly face showed a hint of unsatisfactory expression.

Immediately, the corpse turned its head, and green light shone brightly in its eyes, and it roared towards another lantern.

Without the supplement of the fire lanterns, the dead smoke immediately began to become dim and thin...

Xue Leng was overjoyed when he saw that Iron Corpse managed to get rid of the corpse oil Mingyan that caused him quite a headache.

If I had known that the Iron Corpse would have such miraculous effects, why would I have to put in so much effort?

Because of the addition of Iron Corpse, the situation in the arena gradually tilted towards Xue Leng little by little.

"If I'm not mistaken, your Excellency should be a shameless ghost cultivator."

"No wonder, it's really bad luck to come looking for trouble in the middle of the night!"

Xue Leng's slightly mocking words seemed to have stabbed the weakness of the resentful soul, and the extremely ugly and withered ghost's face suddenly twisted sharply.

The shrill ghostly howl sounded again, and said angrily:

"You guessed right. I am indeed a ghost cultivator. I am neither human nor ghost, and I am not reincarnated!"

"But--"

"It's enough to kill you who has lost your mana!"

After finishing speaking, Wraith's only remaining right arm suddenly raised, and quickly made an extremely complicated seal.

Suddenly, a large amount of ghost mist suddenly appeared around its body, covering its body.

And from its eyes, mouth, and some pores on its body, stretch out a large number of tentacles that are like thin ropes, flying all over the sky with its teeth and claws.

Such a terrifying image of the resentful soul made Xue Leng's heart tremble, and he immediately pulled back and pulled away.

"What kind of hatred does it have against me? Why does it insist on killing me?"

Thinking secretly, Xue Leng also desperately mobilized the little mana left to guard against the opponent's desperate blow.

Xue Leng was not afraid of fighting skills, but this kind of inexplicable fighting made him feel extremely irritated.

At this time, the secret technique of the resentful soul had been cast, and several flying black tentacles stretched out strangely, entangled towards Xue Leng suddenly.

The black mist from the tentacles, when it touched the ground, immediately corroded the mud and rocks on the ground into black ravines.

Looking at these weird tentacles, they quickly magnified in my eyes.

Xue Leng's pupils shrank suddenly, and while his heart was beating wildly, his palms were also filled with sweat.

He didn't have enough confidence to take this blow!
Just at this very moment——

A crimson flying sword, carrying raging flames, flew past like a fire dragon flying in the sky.

Instantly cut off the weird tentacles attacking Xue Leng!

"Amulet!"

"It can't be—ah!"

Accompanied by the howl of resentment, a human head was thrown in from outside the alley, and it rolled to the ground with a "bang".

Afterwards, the scene around the ghost alley became strangely distorted.

The surrounding houses suddenly disappeared, and a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"Brother, it's great that you're fine!"

"Unfortunately, my cultivation base is too low, and I can barely exert one-tenth of the power of this sword. Otherwise, I can kill this beast with one blow!"

A joyous voice sounded immediately after.

Hearing this extremely familiar voice, Xue Lengxuan's heart that had been hanging for a long time was finally relieved, and he was deeply relieved.

"Junior brother, if you come one step later, I will be in danger. This guy is really a stubborn one."

With his chin, he tried his hand at the resentful soul opposite, and Han Ming looked at the dead head on the ground again——

"This person is...a playmaker! It could be him, could it be... how is this possible!"

Seeing that the head on the ground was exactly the same as the dead playmaker, Xue Leng's eyes were full of horror.

"Huh? Wait..."

Putting aside the absurd thoughts in his mind, Han Ming narrowed his eyes and glanced at the head on the ground.

Sure enough, after a closer look, he really found some clues.

Although this head looks quite similar to the fortune teller in the daytime, but if you look closely, you can still tell the difference between the two.

Shaking his head, Xue Leng secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

But when he looked at the resentful soul, he found that the other party actually put away the secret technique.

He quickly ran to the middle of the alley, bent down and picked up the head, and scarlet tears of blood came out from the corners of his extremely shriveled eyes.

"Brother, how could you... no, you... open your eyes..."

"Didn't you say that you would kill this kid and avenge your third brother?"

"Ah...ah..."

The mournful wailing of the resentful soul immediately resounded through the entire night alley.

In this wail, there are various negative emotions such as expectations, desolation, resentment, helplessness, and sadness.

"Brother, it seems that these two guys are here to seek revenge from you." Han Ming turned his head and said in a low voice.

"Hmph! So what, in the arena, it's a matter of life and death!"

Looking at the crying soul, Xue Leng's eyes were full of fierceness, and he scowled sharply with his face down.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Leng also felt a little sorry for Han Ming's face of forbearing grievance.

"Junior brother, you blamed me wrongly. The drama master was in the fight and wanted to put me to death. If it wasn't for my fate, you would be the one who cried."

Hearing this, Han Ming stared at Xue Leng blankly.

After a while, he nodded vigorously.

Then he turned his head to look at the resentful soul, the unbearable look in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by an extremely cold murderous intent.

Hearing the mournful wailing of the resentful souls on the ground, Xue Leng calmly recalled the Iron Corpse while feeling very noisy.

A faint encirclement formed, blocking the resentful soul in the middle of the night alley.

After doing all this, he quietly took two steps back, and took out several pills and a water attribute spirit stone from the storage bag.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at the flying sword "Fu Bao", and Xue Leng recovered his mana as if no one else was around.

　Gentlemen, readers, begging to follow up
　　
　
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