The arm stretched out from the red light, followed by the entire body. It had dark green skin, red hair, and a head like a Kui Ox. Both of its eyes were pure black holes.
This main body was more than seven feet tall, as thin as firewood. Its five fingers were like steel claws, a string of fiery red beads hung around its neck, and it wore a crown on its head.
Behind the crown was a tricolor feather with a golden character at the front. It had a strange shape and carried a dense demonic aura.
All of the corpse fiends in the hall knelt in front of this main body, trembling in fear.
Yang Qingxuan and the rest of the eight also held their breaths and watched vigilantly.
It was unknown whether the main body in front of them was a human, a ghost, or a demon. Based on the age of this ancient hall, this person was most likely a demon who died countless years ago and turned into a corpse fiend.
Suddenly, the main body opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of corpse aura, as if it was spitting out a mouthful of red mist. A few desolate syllables were spat out from its sharp mouth, echoing in the hall.
The corpse fiends all over the floor cried out in panic and trembled incessantly.
Those syllables were exactly the same as before, but there was a hint of heaviness, vicissitudes, and desolation, as if it was narrating an endless legend.
Yang Qingxuan frowned and said, "Marshal?"
Xiao Feng nodded and replied, "Yes."
Suddenly, two beams of red light lit up in the master's pure black eyes like will-o '-the-wisps. They flickered like two tiny gems embedded in a piece of coal.
A terrifying aura was spat out from the main body, containing the corpse aura of a corpse fiend, as well as a violent and strange demonic aura. The surrounding temperature suddenly rose, as if the hall had turned into a boiler.
Yang Qingxuan said in shock, "Such a strong Yang aura, could it be that this main body isn't a corpse fiend?"
Meng Rui said with a trembling voice, "It's a Yang corpse! Corpse fiends are divided into many types according to their formation conditions. Among them, the two most extreme types are the Yin corpse and the Yang corpse. This valley has Yin on the outside and Yang on the inside. The main hall is where the Yang energy converges, so it turned into a Yang corpse! "
Just as she finished speaking, the Yang Corpse's eyes flashed red. It rushed down and raised its steel-like claws to attack Mo Lan!
Mo Lan's Icicle Element countered his, causing him greater damage. With a glance, he recognized her aura and attacked her furiously.
"Ice Prism, Guard!"
Mo Lan was shocked and quickly retreated. She formed a series of hand seals with her right hand and nine ice mirrors appeared in front of her.
"Bang!"
The nine mirrors instantly shattered, and the Yang Corpse appeared in front of him, its steel claws clawing at the small hill like chest!
Mo Lan was so scared that her face turned pale and she screamed.
Du Ruo's body flashed with lightning and she appeared next to Mo Lan in a flash. The halberds combined into a long handle and slashed at the Yang Corpse.
The Yang Corpse felt the electric current on the halberd and issued a "kacha" sound. His palm changed direction and struck the halberd with a "bang".
Du Ruo's face changed greatly. The opponent's violent Yang Corpse Qi rushed over and suppressed her Imperial Thunder in an instant.
The Yang Corpse made a strange sound and pushed his palm forward. Du Ruo was immediately sent flying and hit a pillar in the main hall. She bounced back and fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth.
Everyone was shocked. The strongest person among the eight was injured in just one move.
Yang Qingxuan shouted, "Let's attack together, or none of us will survive today!"
The Demon Slaying Sword was drawn and he directly used the Five Suns Bright Sky to stab forward.
The Yang Corpse's ruby-like eyes flashed slightly. Facing the five Sword Qi, he pushed his hands in the air and released rows of Qi waves.
The red palm wind curtain covered the sky and under a series of explosions, all the Sword Qi were shattered. The remaining force did not reduce and blasted Yang Qingxuan, sending him flying.
Yang Qingxuan felt as if a huge rock had smashed into his chest. He let out a muffled groan and took seven or eight steps back after landing on the ground.
He lowered his head and looked at his robe. There was a shallow palm print on it. He could not help but be shocked.
He had cultivated the Supreme Yang True Qi, so he was completely immune to the Supreme Yang attribute of the Yang Corpse Palm Art. Coupled with the defense of his dark gold robe and the strength of his physical body, he was not injured even though his Qi and blood were in turmoil from the palm strike.
At this moment, the other people also attacked the Yang Corpse.
Lan Yan shook the folding fan in his hand and immediately sent out eleven blue cold lights.
The Yang Corpse raised his hand and was about to hit the hidden weapons, but countless hairs came from all around and completely wrapped around his limbs.
"Bang bang bang!"
The eleven cold nails were all shot at the Yang Corpse, but they were all blocked by a red light and were all sent flying.
Lan Yan's face changed and said in surprise, "That is …"
The red bead hanging on the Yang Corpse's neck flew up and hovered above his head, emitting a terrible heat wave.
A hoarse voice came from the Yang Corpse's mouth as if he was chanting a spell.
There were a total of fifteen beads. They floated in the air and began to rotate. Various words began to appear on the beads.
Meng Rui said in horror, "It's an Origin Tool!"
Xiao Feng suddenly shouted, "Weiwei, quickly take back the hair!"
Duan Weiwei's body trembled. Although she did not know what was going on, she did not dare to be careless and quickly took back the hair.
Those tiny strands of hair were like slithering snakes. Just as they left the Yang corpse's body, a wave of extreme Yang flames came from above!
"Boom!"
Under the flame, those hairs were all set ablaze and burned towards Duan Weiwei's body.
"Ah!! — — "
Duan Weiwei screamed in horror. She was scared out of her wits and could only watch the fire burn towards her.
Xiao Feng was the closest to her. He slashed a few times with his sword and cut off those burning hairs.
"Thank you, thank you!"
Duan Weiwei cried and thanked him. She took back the hair at the critical moment, but the hair on her head became messy, making her look like a lunatic.
If Xiao Feng did not remind her in time and cut off her hair with his sword, her Martial Spirit would have been damaged and she would have been burned to death.
Xiao Feng said, "You're welcome!" He raised his sword and rushed towards the Yang Corpse.
Meng Rui and Chen Zhen also took action one after another. They took out their weapons and attacked from different directions.
The Yang Corpse stared at the war spear. Its scarlet eyes shrunk and it let out an excited roar. It grabbed the beads on its head with one hand and rushed forward, while the other hand grabbed the war spear.
Chen Zhen was alarmed. That terrifying aura rushed towards him and he immediately felt the terror of the Yang Corpse. However, his face sank. A sense of unwillingness to submit flowed in his bones as he shouted, "Thousand Rivers Treading Snow!"
The Pegasus responded and appeared behind him, spreading its wings.
Under the illumination of the white Martial Spirit, Chen Zhen held the spear with both hands and charged forward with even more ferocity!
"Bang!"
The Yang Corpse leaned to the side and its five fingers grabbed the spear tip.
That fierce impact actually forced the Yang Corpse to retreat three steps before it stabilized.
Chen Zhen's face changed greatly. He felt that the opponent's hand was like a steel claw. No matter how much strength he used, the spear in his hand did not move an inch. He could not help but shout, "Star Fist!"
His left hand left the spear and punched out!
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