The door was pushed halfway open. From this angle, Lin Jin could now see the zombie clearly.
It was unknown how long this zombie had been in there, but its skin and flesh had already shrunk and dried up, like the bark of an old tree. In addition, its body was covered with white hair, and it looked as frightening as one could imagine.
As for its clothes, they had long been corroded by the thick aura of death.
At first glance, Lin Jin knew how dangerous this thing was. Hence, without hesitation, he raised his hand and struck the seal Shu Xiao Lou gave him.
When the seal struck the zombie, it dispersed like a blob of ink.
Shu Xiao Lou, who was already in the painting world, sensed it. Without hesitation, she invoked a spell with her fair fingers and the zombie was instantly sucked into the black hole formed by the ink.
It disappeared without a trace.
"No!"
Only then did the Corpse Warrior react. He had a vague glimpse of the person who pushed open the door. It didn't seem to be his master. Although the person was also wearing a mask, it wasn't his master's' Dao 'mask.
Also, the person's physique didn't look like his master's either.
Since it wasn't his master, the Corpse Warrior wasn't afraid. Especially when he suddenly realized that the zombie form he had spent five hundred years refining was' abducted '. The Corpse Warrior exploded.
"Give me back my body!" Priest Corpse roared out in rage. He raised his hand and condensed a giant claw from the death power, clawing towards the people on the other side of the door. At the moment, Priest Corpse was infuriated. Therefore, every move he made would kill people. Once one was caught by this dark ghost claw of his, one would have no chance of survival.
Lin Jin immediately sensed the danger but he had a way to deal with this.
Regardless of who the other party was, Lin Jin wasn't going to hold back since they were trying to kill him without hesitation.
"Dragonfire!"
Lin Jin invoked a fire seal and blew at it gently. A ball of raging flames instantly swept out.
The Dragonfire Lin Jin used this time was clearly extraordinary. It was infused with phoenix flames as well. Come to think of it, this should be called Dragon Phoenix Fire.
However, without the fire amulet he crafted himself, Lin Jin couldn't use this spell to fuse with the flames. Otherwise, it would be even more powerful.
But even so, this move wasn't something an ordinary person could resist. Moreover, the flame had the power to purify everything. This was something that no other attribute could compare to. Even Death Qi couldn't resist the burning of the flame.
In an instant, the flames collided with the Nether Ghostclaw, which was formed by the Death Qi.
This power was beyond their imagination. Both Lin Jin and the Corpse Dao were forced back almost at the same time. Almost at the same time, the two wooden doors were closed.
However, Death Qi and Fire Qi were still gushing out.
Lin Jin dodged immediately. Not only that, but the Visitation Hall also seemed to have a force that suppressed the overflowing aura of death, wiping it out completely.
However, it was not so easy for the Dao of Corpse.
Not only was it forced to take a few steps back, but its clothes were also stained by the flames.
The problem was that its clothes were made of white paper. Even if it was specially made, it was still paper and could easily burn.
So what followed was a flurry of activity.
Dragon fire mixed with phoenix fire was not something that could be extinguished in a short period of time. Appraiser Yan, the Dark Emissary, quickly rushed forward to put out the fire. Fortunately, the Corpse Cultivator was no ordinary person. After all, he was a super expert who had lived for hundreds of years. He managed to put out the fire with a strange and foul stench of blood.
But even though the fire was extinguished, half of its white paper clothes were burnt. It was a pathetic sight to behold.
"Argh, argh!" At this moment, the Corpse Path let out an inhuman roar. It was about to go crazy. To be honest, this little wound was nothing to it. Even if the entire body of this White Emissary zombie was burned out, it wouldn't care.
What it cared about was the fact that the zombie body it had been refining for centuries had been taken away.
Anyone would go crazy if this happened to them.
Once a person went insane, they needed to vent their anger.
The Corpse Dao was the same.
It immediately began slaughtering the members of the Demonic Appraisal Association. Fortunately, it knew Appraiser Yan's value so it didn't go crazy enough to attack him.
On the other hand, many of the unimportant minions died. Their blood was sucked out and they all died horribly.
After venting its anger, the Corpse Dao regained its composure.
It spat out a cloud of blood mist which condensed in the air and transformed into a human figure wearing a beast mask.
"Find out who this person is. I want him to die without a burial place." The Corpse Dao's voice was laced with murderous intent.
Appraiser Yan's expression changed slightly when he saw the human figure.
Of course, this change didn't escape the Corpse Dao's eyes.
"Appraiser Yan, do you know something about this person?" The Corpse Dao's voice sounded menacing. Shocked, Appraiser Yan immediately bowed and said, "I've heard of this person. If I'm not mistaken, this person should be the Curator who's been in the limelight recently."
"Curator?"
The Corpse Dao mumbled softly before falling into deep thought.
Clearly, to it, no matter who it was, anyone who dared to take away its zombie body was an irreconcilable enemy. There was absolutely no possibility of reconciliation, so it had to take back its zombie body.
However, it had a huge question.
How did the Curator enter its master's hidden realm?
The Corpse Dao couldn't figure this out. It had asked its master, the Daolord, and the latter told it that only those with wooden tokens could enter.
"Could it be that the Curator is one of the wooden token holders?"
The Corpse Dao's imagination ran wild. Although it was currently residing in a talisman with only its soul and psyche left, this didn't stop it from thinking.
Now, it had three wooden tokens in its hand but it still couldn't enter. All it could do was forcefully open up a passage. It had tried to barge in but the consequences were dire.
Hence, it gave up on the idea and turned that place into a place to refine corpses.
"Wait a minute, if the Curator can freely enter and exit Master's hidden realm, doesn't that mean he has mastered Master's secret and might even become the next Daolord?" The Corpse Dao thought of a terrifying possibility.
It obviously wouldn't allow that to happen.
All these years, it had been scheming and plotting, all for the sake of spying on its master's hidden realm. After putting in so much effort, if someone else were to reap the fruits of its labor, it wouldn't be able to rest in peace.
"Find out about the Curator's whereabouts. I want to meet this person. If he returns my body to me, I'll let him go. If he doesn't, I won't hesitate to stir up a bloody storm." The Corpse Dao's face was ferocious.
Appraiser Yan's heart skipped a beat.
He was considered the Corpse Dao's disciple so he had always received the Corpse Dao's teachings. That was why he was so capable. He had also learned the Corpse Dao's forbearance and treachery.
After so many years, Appraiser Yan had never seen the Corpse Dao in such a bad mood.
Clearly, something big was about to happen.
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