The fist-sized heart was slightly beating, held in the hand of a ghost claw that was covered in red hair. This Fifth Celestial Layer of Awakened Realm practitioner's face was ashen. He stared at Jiang Xiaofan and the other person. His face was filled with fear and despair. His two eyes were wide open, like copper bells, filled with veins.
In the end, the pair of eyes gradually lost their luster. The ghostly claw that pierced through his chest slowly retreated. His body fell to the ground with a thud. Blood dyed his body red. His eyes stared fixedly at the scene before him.
Seeing this scene with their own eyes, the two felt their scalps go numb. The mist in the surroundings became thicker and thicker. In front of them stood a figure covered in blood. His face was deathly pale. He put the heart in his claw into his mouth and started to chew. Suddenly, he raised his head. Blood flowed down his chin. He grinned at them.
"Damn, what the hell are you smiling at!" Jiang Xiaofan blurted out in shock.
Just in an instant, that figure disappeared again. The mist in the surroundings filled the air, submerging that place once again. They couldn't sense anything. In the end, they only saw two blood-red eyes flash before disappearing.
The Ancient Mausoleum was right in front of them. They slowly walked into it and came to the side of the corpse on the ground. Jiang Xiaofan even squatted down to take a look. The corpse's body was dyed red with blood. His chest was empty, his heart had already disappeared.
The corpse still maintained the expression it had before death. His eyes were wide open, as if he had died with a grievance. However, in the next moment, those eyes suddenly moved, and the corners of his mouth cracked open at a strange angle.
Without knowing when, that pair of eyes already turned demonic green. There was a bit of white in the pupil. His hands were already covered in a short layer of green hair. It was densely packed and somewhat frightening. He grabbed towards Jiang Xiaofan at the side.
Jiang Xiaofan's expression didn't change. With a flash of light in his hand, a head flew out, bringing along a stream of blood. It scattered on the walls of the mausoleum. He curled his lips and said, "You want to scare this grandpa right? This daddy already knew it would be like this!"
Not long ago, he had seen a person. He did not know why that person had become a Yin spirit, but he could imagine that that person had died before, killed by other Yin spirits. Based on this, he would naturally be on guard.
The Ancient Mausoleum was connected in all directions, and the cold air was oppressive. He and Qin Ra casually followed one of the paths and headed deeper into the mausoleum. The air here was very humid, and there was an indescribable aura that made them feel very uncomfortable.
"Crack, crack …"
Suddenly, such a sound came from the depths of the darkness, as if a wild beast was gnawing on bones.
In such a quiet environment, such a voice suddenly rang out, causing the hearts of the two to thump. In the depths of the darkness, blood-red and demonic green eyes flashed from time to time, causing one's hair to stand on end.
"Yin spirits, and there are so many of them. We're really unlucky this time!" Qin Ra pulled a long face.
Jiang Xiaofan disdainfully scolded loudly, "Isn't it just a few brats? What's the big deal? You're a core disciple of the Heavenly Cloud Peak, a great expert of the Fantasy God realm. What are you afraid of? You really have no future!"
"If your legs weren't trembling, this sentence would be very imposing."
Jiang Xiaofan: "…"
They continued forward, following the moist bluestone steps of the Ancient Mausoleum. Different from the outside, after entering the Ancient Mausoleum, they felt a gloomy cold air, and the air was filled with the aura of death.
The two became even more vigilant, because this was a big mausoleum, and it was very likely left behind by that madman from thousands of years ago. If they were careless and touched some ancient runes, their lives might be in danger.
"Swish …"
Suddenly, a cold wind blew past, and a jet-black big hand stretched out from the dense fog in front of them. The five fingernails were as long as chopsticks, pitch-black, and flickered with a cold light. A rotten aura assaulted their senses.
The two of them had extraordinary spiritual senses, and felt the danger. They retreated at the same time, avoiding that ghost claw.
However, Jiang Xiaofan was furious. Damn it, it's like this every time. A dead hand would stretch out from time to time, and the two of them were really like prey waiting to be slaughtered. This feeling was very unpleasant. This time, he directly moved. Silver divine light flickered, and an afterimage was left behind with each step. He instantly rushed into the dense fog, and raised his hand to slap.
"Bang …"
A figure that was surrounded by the aura of death was pulled out. Its hair was disheveled, and its ten fingernails were as long as chopsticks. Its eyes were a strange green color, and its skin had been thoroughly rotten. Waves of foul odor wafted out.
Qin Luo, who was standing next to him, widened his eyes in shock. Did this brat just suffer some kind of shock? Previously, he was still acting like a coward. But now, he's acting so ferocious. He actually dashed into the darkness and slapped a decaying Yin spirit out of it. The contrast is too big.
On the ground, the nether spirit's hair was disheveled, and its eyes were demonic green. Its body was rotten beyond recognition. It roared like a wild beast, and fiercely pounced on Qin Ra. However, this time, it chose the wrong target again, because this person was stronger than the one who slapped it away. He raised his leg and kicked the nether spirit away.
Unfortunately, Jiang Xiaofan had just rushed out of the dense fog when he saw the nether spirit flying towards him. The foul odor almost made him vomit. He was immediately unhappy, and directly slapped the nether spirit's head, almost smashing it.
The nether spirit fell to the ground. It was sandwiched in the middle by the two people. After being slapped twice by Jiang Xiaofan and kicked by Qin Ra, it was about to fall apart. It opened its mouth and let out a roar, which was even worse than the sound of a wild beast. It was a little scary.
"Call your sister!"
Jiang Xiaofan directly cursed. He raised his leg and kicked the nether spirit in half.
He clapped his hands and was ready to call it a day. However, Qin Ra was a little stunned. He looked at Jiang Xiaofan in a daze, stretched out a finger, and pointed behind Jiang Xiaofan, and said, "It doesn't seem to be calling its sister. It seems to be calling for help."
Was this cold humor? Jiang Xiaofan turned his head in confusion, and then he was immediately dumbfounded. In the darkness behind him, dense strange eyes appeared. Some were demonic green, and some were blood-red, full of gloomy and bloodthirsty light.
"There are more behind you too!" Jiang Xiaofan reminded him.
The road they came in was now filled with those demonic eyes. The strong smell of death hit them in the face, and there was also a disgusting rotten smell, which attacked the visual and olfactory nerves of the two people.
"Brother, I see you again!"
Qin Luo cried out loudly. As divine light flickered, he saw that familiar face again. Not long ago, it was still a living person, but now, it was a Yin spirit with a deathly pale complexion, staring at them with a stupefied expression.
Qin Ra and Jiang Xiaofan stood back to back, looking ahead vigilantly, and asked, "What should we do?"
"Beat them!"
Jiang Xiaofan was still so simple. Now that things had come to this, he didn't feel frightened at all.
"They are not humans. Can you say something else? Don't always say 'beat them', okay?"
"Okay, I'll say something else." Jiang Xiaofan nodded, and said, "Beat them to death!"
"En, that's right!"
Qin Ra nodded in satisfaction, and rushed out. That place suddenly flickered with brilliance, and sword qi crisscrossed. The battle prowess of the Illusion God Realm was shocking. As long as these nether spirits were exposed, they wouldn't be a match for Qin Ra at all, and could only be slaughtered.
Jiang Xiaofan also moved. He pounced forward, and with a flash of brilliance in his hand, the Sky Demon Sword came out, and chopped down.
The longsword in his hand vibrated, and cut a nether spirit beside him in half. His left hand flickered with silver light, and with a slap, the head of a nether spirit was shattered. He lifted his leg, and directly stomped a nether spirit that pounced at him into the ground.
"Pu pu pu … …"
One after another, the nether spirits fell to the ground. Some had their heads chopped off, and some had their bodies shattered. The ground was covered with black blood, and with a sizzling sound, a disgusting stench pervaded this not too wide passage.
Although Jiang Xiaofan's cultivation was only at the Illusion Realm, his speed was so fast that it made Qin Ra speechless. He moved with the Illusion God Steps, and almost turned into a bolt of lightning as he weaved through the crowd of nether spirits. Coupled with the indestructible Sky Demon Sword, as long as he passed through a place, a nether spirit would be beheaded, and completely disappear.
"Be careful, there are powerful undead mixed in with them!"
Suddenly, Qin Ra shouted at Jiang Xiaofan.
Jiang Xiaofan was startled. He felt an incomparably dense aura of death, and hurriedly turned around to look. A black shadow stuck to his back like a ghost, and revealed a sinister smile at him, with ghastly fangs.
This was a figure covered in blood. Its face was deathly pale, and it cracked open a rotten mouth, revealing a dense aura of death, as if it was the source of death. This was an undead spirit, and it was ten times stronger than a normal nether spirit.
Jiang Xiaofan narrowed his eyes, and recognized this undead spirit. It was the one he saw at the entrance of the ancient tomb not long ago. It easily killed a cultivator at the Fifth Sky of the Illusion Realm, and even swallowed his heart. It was very terrifying!
"Boom … …"
Although he was thinking, his hand did not hesitate. The Sky Demon Sword swept across the sky, and in an instant, it slashed out. Dozens of powerful sword Qi were dazzling, and then turned into a single Sword Aura, illuminating the dark ancient tomb.
However, what was surprising was that this sword slashed empty air. Without a sound, this undead spirit disappeared in front of his eyes.
Jiang Xiaofan was more or less shocked, but now was not the time to be shocked. The surrounding nether spirits once again surrounded him. The aura of death lingered, and the ghostly claws were pitch-black, flickering with a cold light.
These were all normal nether spirits. Their bodies grew green hair, and their eyes were also green. However, the undead spirits were different. The undead spirits were ten times stronger than the nether spirits. Their bodies were covered in red hair, and their eyes were blood-red. They had a certain level of intelligence.
"Pfff … …"
Jiang Xiaofan made his move again. Black blood splashed out instantly, and the Sky Demon Sword stabbed into a figure with demonic green eyes. It brought out a pungent liquid, and a sharp miserable shriek was heard. It was very ear-piercing, and it made his eardrums hurt.
"Scream your grandpa, go die!"
The silver divine light exploded, and the Sky Demon Sword in his hand trembled slightly. This body that had been nourished by the aura of death all year round was suddenly torn apart, and black blood scattered all over the ground.
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