My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 647 - 556: A duel to death? No, it’s a beating!

Chapter 647: Chapter 556: A duel to death? No, it’s a beating!

Like an obedient disciple, Wang Zijia floated towards the altar below.

As he drew near the altar, a cloud of ghostly fog suddenly erupted around him, engulfing him entirely.

Wang Zijia, who had been tense all over, felt a strange change come over his face the moment he sensed the ghostly fog.

Five Ghosts Bewildering Curse?

Rendered by mana instead of being a manifestation of the Five Ghosts’ actual essence?

Doesn’t he rate me at all, thinking he can take me down with such a broken stuff?

Well, I must say, the power isn’t bad, but it’s only at the peak of the Primordial Spirit, not yet crossing the Tribulation threshold!

He is even reluctant to pay the price for the curse, this guy must not be Crossing the Tribulation, no need to run, fight on!

His thoughts moved swiftly, and Wang Zijia floated bizarrely towards the skeleton frame.

"What’s Xian’er doing, letting this kind of rat poke through... huh..."?

The old skeleton saw Wang Zijia bewitched and pulled him over, but before he could do anything, he realized something was wrong.

His whole skeleton trembled, as if some great terror were about to occur.

At the same time, from the body of the person he had pulled in front of him, a piece of human skin suddenly flew out, like a great curtain blocking out the sky, coming down over him.

"Ping!"

Feeling the chilling sensation of his spiritual sense going haywire, Gu An didn’t think twice and released his mana wildly.

With a soft sound, his skeleton disintegrated, shattering into a pile of spirit bones, vanishing into the altar.

The incoming human skin hit nothing!

"Ah, can’t I take advantage of this opportunity?" exclaimed Wang Zijia regretfully.

Wuyouzi, who had just detached from the state of being on the human skin, had already grasped what had happened and retreated in shock.

"You audacious rat! You’re seeking death!" roared Gu An from the edge of the array platform, his eyes full of rage and uncertainty.

As his mana surged within him, he took a step forward.

Suddenly, a strong suction force emanated from the spot where Wang Zijia was standing. Around him, an array of white ghost claws erupted from the altar, all stretching towards Wang Zijia.

As if countless ghostly skeletons were emerging from the depth of the nine nethers, they attempted to pull Wang Zijia back underground.

"Crack!"

Wang Zijia’s crystal shield shook continuously, almost completely crystallized.

Although he now had a Primordial Spirit’s combat power, the peak of the Primordial Spirit was still somewhat out of reach for him, even with the blessings of the False Spirits.

Fortunately, he wasn’t here to explore some secret realm alone, but to wage war.

He had an entire Primordial Spirit backup team, all carried with him!

As he resisted with his crystal shield, his mind moved and the Blood-Red Book flew out.

As the book rapidly opened, three pieces of paper, each adorned with a palm-sized turtle, burst apart.

"Roar!"

In the next moment, the sky was filled with the resounding chant of a dragon.

Three Dragon Turtles, each at the peak of the Primordial Spirit, appeared abruptly, as if summoned.

Because they knew they were called to battle, the Turtle spirit and her two children were ready for the seal to be broken.

The moment the seal was broken, they swept their divine thought quickly, locking onto their target instantly.

Upon finding that there was only one opponent, they didn’t hold back and attacked with all their might.

"Secret Scroll of the Tyrant: Frost Breath!"

"Secret Scroll of the Tyrant: Absolute Frozen Soil!"

"Secret Scroll of the Tyrant: Thousands of Rain Ice Blade!"

From one of the Dragon Turtles, a stream of cold icy breath was expelled;

From another, an endless chill spread from its surroundings, rapidly freezing everything;

From the last, countless ice blades materialized, forming an array and densely flying towards Gu An.

In an instant, the three great cultivators at the peak of the Primordial Spirit didn’t hold anything back, attacking simultaneously, going all out at once.

Gu An was stunned for a moment, instinctively wanting to activate the altar and escape.

But just as the thought occurred to him, his move froze.

While Wang Zijia distracted the enemy, he didn’t idle either. Mana frenziedly infiltrated the altar beneath him, corroding the Bone Altar.

Although he couldn’t seize control, he understood enough about the device to cause some initial disruption.

If he was not mistaken, this was not just an altar; it was also the exit of this secret realm!

Indeed, under Wang Zijia’s invasion, Gu An’s instinct to flee was hindered and he was unable to open the way to escape in time.

This fraction of an instant delay completely eradicated his advantage.

The desperate attack of the three Dragon Turtles at the peak of the Primordial Spirit had already arrived.

He was surrounded by ghostly Qi, a palm-sized bone shield appeared, and a fog-like energy shield sprung up around his body.

In the next moment, the ice frost swiftly emerged under his feet, freezing him on the spot.

Immediately after, a channel of ice-cold breath came rushing straight towards him.

"Crack!"

Under the impact of two techniques, to nobody’s surprise, Gu An turned into an ice sculpture, before shattering into numerous pieces.

"Splat!"

As the chunks of ice shattered, his entire skeleton crumbled to dust.

The figure of Gu An reappeared from the other side, still on the altar, but in a different direction.

As he reappeared, one of the five meat mountains in the distance collapsed instantly, turning into a pile of flesh and blood and collapsing down, no longer twitching.

However, after completing the act of dying in another’s stead, Gu An’s body began to freeze again before he could move. It seemed that he couldn’t escape from this completely even by sacrificing others.

The ice blades that filled the sky had also been fully charged, and they followed him down in an attack.

As a cultivator with a primordial spirit, he had many life-saving methods, but in life-or-death moves, there were also many precautions against types like this.

Even when they reached the Earth Immortal level, these protections became even more exaggerated.

For example, those who were proficient in reincarnation could prevent their bloodline from being cut off and could endlessly sacrifice others in their place.

However, this didn’t mean he could sleep easy. Once someone unleashed a powerful curse technique, it could directly cut off your entire bloodline and render your methods useless.

Gu An, who was already in a bad state, faced the onslaught of three primordial spirit cultivators and lost the initiative. The result was clear.

After a few desperate attempts, he was frozen again and then shattered into pieces.

His figure emerged again, still on the altar. In the distance, another meat mountain lost its voice.

It seemed that he couldn’t easily leave the altar?

"Five Ghosts Replacement?"

In an instant, the ice blades that filled the sky began a blanket attack, covering the other three mutant ghost babies who couldn’t move in the meat mountains.

"How dare you!"

While Gu An was exhausted from dealing with the attacks of the three dragon turtles, he rebuked loudly.

However, amidst his rage, he had no way to deal with the siege of the three turtles.

Everyone was on the same level, and he was in a half-crippled state. Moreover, it was a three-on-one fight, and they had the initiative.

If they didn’t have a crushing advantage, the Gui Ling’er’s family of three turtles would have lived in vain for thousands of years.

Wang Zijia was assisting, constantly disturbing the altar, not allowing Gu An to communicate with the altar in the chaotic battle.

"Hmm?"

"Huh?"

At that moment, the expressions of the three turtles who were besieging him and Wang Zijia changed together, and they turned to look at the strange bamboo house not far away in the valley.

Gui Cheng’s mind moved, and the power of frost that could freeze everything spread throughout the valley like lightning.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, a figure holding something rushed out of the house and quickly fled.

"Seeking death!"

When Gui Cheng confirmed that others had infiltrated, his face turned cold.

His mana soared, and the lightning spread across the entire world.

Although he couldn’t freeze up to ten thousand miles like Gui Ling’s mother back in the day, even freezing up space, the ground was only about several dozen miles in size, not much larger than their three bodies.

For them, this was already a small area.

Therefore, in an instant, the entire world of molten blood rocks seemed like it had entered an ice age, as if the whole world was going to freeze.

The fleeing figure stopped abruptly, and it was unsurprisingly Xuanming who had infiltrated after them.

He was quite brave, instead of running directly away upon seeing such a big fight, he wanted to take the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Unfortunately, the place was too small, and Wang Zijia was also extremely proficient in stealth, so the opponent was caught as soon as they sneaked into the hut.

He was shaking all over, with frost on his eyebrows. He glanced at Wang Zijia and the three dragon turtles from a distance.

He gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and stabbed it into his chest.

"Struggle!"

The long sword pierced his chest, and the overwhelming sword Qi erupted, instantly tearing him apart and engulfing him. In the blink of an eye, he turned into powder and disappeared without a trace, leaving no traces behind.

Wang Zijia and the three turtles of Gui Ling’er all frowned, but the person had already completely left.

’A cultivator from the Central Immortal Domain? Indeed, they are quite troublesome!’

Seeing that the person had run away, Wang Zijia didn’t chase after him.

This person clearly had a complicated background, and if they were to corner him, who knew if a Big Shot might appear!

To be precise, any God Monarch who could traverse between domains, apart from those who were extraordinarily lucky, all of them had complicated backgrounds.

Moreover, strictly speaking, they had no grievances, just a dispute over interests.

Under such a change, Gui Cheng probably felt that he had lost face in front of his grandfather and mother, and his whole body’s mana skyrocketed, not only freezing the entire world but even making it seem as if space itself was about to be frozen by him.

Gu An, who was already struggling to survive, was eventually driven to his end under this onslaught.

After being frozen and shattered again, he failed to reincarnate, and his entire skeleton scattered with the ice shards.

In an instant, a pitch-black, deformed primordial spirit of a ghost shadow escaped from his body.

Unfortunately, everyone was ready and didn’t give his primordial spirit a chance to escape. They directly froze him on the spot, made several layers of seals, and then stopped their movements.

"Father!"

"Grandfather!"

"Grandfather!"

Accompanied by Gui Cheng and Gui Rain, Gui Ling’er floated down.

Wang Zijia didn’t wait for their questions and quickly said, "This is a secret realm of the forbidden area of the Burial Spirit Sect. This should be the previous Sect leader."

In his dialogue, his mind moved subtly, transferring some basic information to the three turtles.

After Gui Ling’er understood the situation, she said decisively:

"Then we shouldn’t delay. Father, please use your magic to send us to your original body, destroy the core of the Array first. For the aftermath of this place, let father find the logistics team!"

Wang Zijia nodded, in the same quick manner, with one wave of his hand and the active cooperation of the three, he sealed them back into book pages and transferred them out again.

From the moment Gu An died, their time was limited, and the attack on the Burial Spirit Sect had entered the countdown phase.

After Wang Zijia sent the three to the control room, he finally started looking at the primordial spirit ice sculpture in front of him.