Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Chapter 273: The Corpse King’s Rebirth Technique



Translator: Cinder Translations

The attacks from both sides collided at the entrance of the hall.

It was like two surging torrents crashing together, causing a violent burst of energy to sweep in all directions.

The air was torn apart, and a howling wind echoed.

The already damaged stone door was completely shattered into rubble.

The silver corpse and the Ghost King were swept back several feet by the residual force.

The cultivators inside the hall were also swept back by the wave, some of them seriously injured and coughing up blood.

This delay allowed the three bronze corpses to catch up and rush towards Tang Fu and the others.

Song Wen's gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield and landed on Zhong Liang.

"Hand over the two jade slips, and I will let you leave."

Zhong Liang looked at one of his subordinates being devoured by a bronze corpse, then glanced outside at the silver corpse and the Ghost King.

He gritted his teeth, filled with unwillingness.

"Fine, take them!"

Two blood-red objects were thrown forcefully towards Song Wen.

At the same time, he followed closely behind and darted out of the stone hall.

As the two blood-red objects came within several feet of Song Wen, they suddenly exploded into a massive cloud of blood mist, engulfing him.

In an instant.

Song Wen, along with the silver corpse and the Ghost King, was shrouded in the blood mist.

Seeing this, Zhong Liang's face lit up with joy.

He dashed through the stone door, avoiding the blood mist, eager to escape.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Song Wen, protected by a bronze bell, rushed out of the blood mist with the Ghost King and the silver corpse following closely.

The blood mist had a strong corrosive nature, continuously eating away at the bronze bell.

Small holes appeared in the bell but were quickly repaired.

Inside the bronze bell, Song Wen remained unscathed.

With the Ten Thousand Poisons Body cultivated to the 'Minor Accomplishment' level, his resistance to poisons was far superior to before.

The blood mist caused limited harm to the ghostly beings, and the Ghost King also suffered no injuries.

However, the silver corpse's flesh was corroded with small wounds, though it was nothing serious.

The faster Ghost King charged ahead, wielding a ghost sword, and struck toward Zhong Liang.

Seeing that Song Wen was completely unaffected by the blood mist, Zhong Liang was greatly alarmed.

That blood mist was famously known as the Blood Shadow Poison, which would severely injure or even kill foundation-building cultivators.

Song Wen had been completely defenseless, yet he emerged from the blood shadow poison unharmed.

Zhong Liang had no time to think further as the Ghost King's long sword was already upon him.

He hurriedly urged his flying sword to block the attack.

But in a one-on-one confrontation, Zhong Liang was no match for the Ghost King. Within just a few exchanges, he was beheaded.

Song Wen took Zhong Liang's body into his possession, removed the storage ring, confirmed that the two blood-red jade slips were inside, and then tucked the storage ring into his robe.

Next, Song Wen sealed Zhong Liang's soul within his head.

Just as he was preparing to put away the corpse and leave this troublesome place, a series of crisp, bell-like laughter echoed throughout the stone hall.

"Giggle... since you've come, why rush to leave? You want to leave, that's fine, but to take the Corpse King's Rebirth Technique and that person's soul with you? Isn't that a bit too greedy?"

A shadow flickered.

A figure appeared in mid-air outside the stone hall, blocking Song Wen and intercepting Tang Fu and the others who had just escaped.

Only three people had managed to escape alive from the stone hall amidst the three bronze corpses: Tang Fu, Miao Fa, and a cultivator named Tang Si.

"None of you can leave. I have slept for endless years, and it is you who awakened me. In

return, I have decided to devour all your souls to solidify my spirit body."

"You foundation-building ants, being part of my spirit body is your fortune."

"Giggle..."

At this moment, everyone finally saw the appearance of the person blocking their escape.

This was no living being.

It was that wooden statue.

Originally lying in the bronze coffin, the wooden statue suddenly erupted with three

phantoms.

The phantoms, like soaring dragons, bared their fangs and claws, lunging towards then/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

strongest among them: Song Wen, Tang Fu, and Miao Fa.

Mental attack!

Song Wen, Tang Fu, and Miao Fa all changed their expressions.

Miao Fa let out a low growl.

"Buddha's Wrath Golden Body."

A phantom emerged from him, towering over three meters tall-a majestic golden Buddha.

The dragon lunged at the Buddha, and the two collided.

Golden light erupted, and waves of energy surged.

The Buddha's phantom could only hold for a few breaths before collapsing.

The dragon's front claw dug into Miao Fa's body, but his physical form remained unharmed.

However, his soul was forcibly pulled away, trapped in the dragon's claw, struggling desperately.

Tang Fu swung the Flame Extreme Whip, igniting it in fierce black flames, striking harshly at

the dragon's phantom.

In an instant, Tang Fu turned to flee.

As a treasured spirit weapon of the Tang family, the Flame Extreme Whip was not only a top-

tier spirit tool but also capable of breaking mental attacks, making it a rare spirit weapon of the mental category.

The whip struck the phantom's body, and the black flames quickly spread, transforming the dragon into a fire dragon that soon dissipated into nothingness.

"Giggle... what a nice spirit weapon. Let's see how many attacks you can block."

The statue let out a strange laugh as another dragon phantom surged out from within.

This new dragon phantom was clearly more solid than the previous three.

Tang Fu turned pale; he hurriedly urged the Flame Extreme Whip again, but instead of

striking the dragon behind him, he aimed it forward.

Not far in front of him was his clansman, Tang Si.

Since The statue did not prioritize Tang Si as a target, this allowed the weakest and slowest in

evasion, Tang Si, to escape to the front.

Tang Si was ensnared by the Flame Extreme Whip and was then thrown backward.

"Elder, how could you..."

Tang Si's voice trembled with disbelief, anger, and fear.

Before he could finish, the dragon phantom passed through him, ripping away his soul.

However, the dragon phantom did not stop there, continuing its pursuit of Tang Fu.

Tang Si's death bought Tang Fu only a moment; soon he was caught by the dragon and had his

soul taken.

Meanwhile, on Song Wen's side.

The dragon phantom did not inflict any harm on him, as it was easily devoured by the black

hole in Song Wen's sea of consciousness.

Immediately, a vast amount of blood mist erupted from Song Wen, gradually enveloping his

form.

Seeing this scene, The statue chuckled softly.

"Giggle... what an interesting little fellow. The mental attack is ineffective against you; you

must have some kind of mental defense treasure on you. But before me, using Blood Escape Technique? How naive!"

The statue waved a hand, infusing a stream of soul power into the blood mist.

Suddenly, Song Wen felt a weight on his body; the blood mist swiftly dispersed, revealing his

figure at the original spot.

The Blood Escape Technique was forcefully interrupted.

Song Wen's expression hardened.

It was the first time he had encountered an interruption while using the Blood Escape

Technique.

Since he couldn't flee, he would have to fight back.

While using the Blood Escape Technique, the silver corpse and Ghost King had already been

retracted and were now summoned once more by Song Wen.

Both were filled with killing intent as they charged towards The statue.

At that moment, a magnificent celestial might enveloped the air above the stone hall, and a

bolt of lightning materialized overhead.

Divine Thunder!

To Song Wen's astonishment,

The statue displayed a look of delight upon seeing the descending thunder.

Skillfully dodging the attacks from the silver corpse and Ghost King, she surged towards the

incoming lightning.

"Boom!"

The divine thunder struck the wooden statue, enveloping it like a silver waterfall, constantly

washing over its body.

Under the wash of the divine thunder, the mysterious runes on the wooden statue began to

glow with a blue light and then gradually faded away.

When the lightning dispersed, more than half of the runes on the wooden statue had been

extinguished.

The originally blue Soul Nourishing Wood had turned black in many places.

(End of the Chapter)

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