My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 740 - 626: The Emperor of atmospheric luck?

Chapter 740: Chapter 626: The Emperor of atmospheric luck?

With one swipe, someone was knocked to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of their mouth.

Zombies were stronger than those who underwent physical cultivation, their bodies were even superior to the same grade magic treasures.

However, the faces of several Tribulation Crossing cultivators showed a flicker of excitement.

"It can be beaten!"

"It’s a cripple!"

"Let’s go together, if we kill it, we’ll be rich!"

"I’m afraid it’s been raised by an old devil!"

"Never mind that, after sharing the loot, we’ll return to the Central Immortal Domain and stay in the main vein for a thousand years."

"······"

As soon as the crowd spoke, a huge battle started.

A total of eight Tribulation Crossing cultivators attacked a newly awakened Seventh-Rank Corpse, which was a cripple that couldn’t fully control its immortal body, and they all used various trump cards.

Among these people, there were disciples of major sects, and they used their immortal treasures and talismans.

For a while, they actually suppressed the zombie.

"Roar!"

After the zombie sustained various injuries all over its body, it suddenly let out a roar, and a pitch-black object was spit out by it.

The next moment, it swelled against the wind and turned into a human-sized black banana fan.

"Damn it, a seventh-grade underworld device?"

"Not good!"

"Something’s wrong with this zombie!"

"Damn, is it an old devil who was forced to open its sealed body and had to be reborn through the zombie?"

"······"

All of them burst into action, throwing out their strongest cards.

The black banana fan also began to spin in the hands of the zombie, and in an instant, it was like the opening of the Ghost Gate with ghosts howling and a gust of Yin Wind.

The death qi and evil wind formed a unique force that made all cultivators turn pale as it swept over them.

Both their bodies and souls seemed to be being scraped and flayed.

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This stalemate continued for almost an hour. Although the zombie was seriously injured, four of the eight Tribulation Crossing Cultivators had already died, and the rest were just barely hanging on.

Although this place was not large, it was exceptionally sturdy and had hardly been damaged.

Amid such a raging storm, a tiny ant-like Gu crawled out from a space crack behind the coffin.

If it wasn’t for the coffin, the moment the ant came out, it would be annihilated into slag.

However, even with the coffin, the ant clearly couldn’t hang on for much longer. The death qi from the coffin alone could kill it.

At this moment, a blood-red book suddenly appeared. It looked as if it had crawled out from the space crack.

This sudden change naturally caught everyone’s attention.

The four seriously injured and barely surviving cultivators initially sank in their hearts, thinking that the Devil Cultivator backing the zombie had finally arrived.

But when they noticed the zombie’s alert attitude, they realized something was wrong.

The next moment, the book slowly opened, revealing a gigantic space portal to everyone.

In their stunned gazes, a man with silver hair, exceptional features, and an air of nobility as if he were an Immortal God, stepped out from it.

Right after him came a young man of remarkable temperament.

However, compared to the silver-haired man, he was evidently inferior, like a little follower.

This sudden turn of events startlingly halted the ongoing battle. Even the zombie didn’t rashly make a move and fell into an eerily silent standoff. Clearly, this zombie was sentient!

It wasn’t a normal undead creature!

After Wang Zijia crawled out, he appeared calm since he had already learned the current situation through the ant.

Upon seeing the four dead Great Cultivator who had crossed the Tribulation, Yao Wenxuan’s face darkened, and he bitterly declared, "I knew it, traversing dimensions is not reliable. Not once has my luck been normal!"

"Don’t be ungrateful in the face of good fortune. The moment you prepare to become Immortal, a zombie is offered to you. With this top-grade spiritual material, half of your resources for becoming Immortal have been resolved." In his mind, Old Ghost Tong barked.

At this moment, Wang Zijia looked at Yao Wenxuan with a calm expression after he glanced at the deceased ant, "I wouldn’t say that. It seems your luck is indeed quite good."

Their conversation made the four Tribulation Crossing monks’ eyes shine brightly.

"Fellow Daoist, this place has been sealed off. If you want to leave, I urge you to make your move as soon as possible. We can work together to slay this monster."

"Roar!"

Seeing this, the zombie probably understood what was happening. Without saying a word, it swung the black banana fan in its hand.

The death qi was like a substance, charging over.

Even though the zombie seemed to be in poor shape and severely wounded, Wang Zijia didn’t take it lightly. He had just had a problem with a Turbid Immortal and was on high alert against any seven-grade immortal creatures.

A series of defenses were set up, but to his surprise, the attack appeared a little weak and couldn’t compare to Qi Chounu.

A seventh-rank Corpse combined with a seventh-rank Ming Device shouldn’t be far more terrifying than a Turbid Immortal. Was it due to its injuries?

Compared to Wang Zijia effortlessly defending, Yao Wenxuan’s reaction was even more exaggerated. He initially planned to defend himself but paused.

The next moment, a suction force arose from his body. It was as if he had encountered a great nourishment, and he swallowed all that energy.

Then, Wang Zijia and a few Tribulation Crossing Cultivators were stunned to discover that a vigorous life force began to flare within Yao Wenxuan’s Dao Body. His eyes, too, suddenly lit up terrifyingly as he looked at the corpse.

"Roar!"

The corpse seemed terrified as if it had encountered a formidable natural enemy, showing signs of fear.

"I’ll use the corpse against your tools, What do you think? I have crucial use for this corpse!" Yao Wenxuan didn’t take immediate action but instead suddenly spoke this cryptic sentence to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia replied," You can go on the offense!"

"Excellent!" Yao Wenxuan shouted with joy.

Over the past half a year, the two had been living in a closed world with no outsiders.

Having had minimal contact with cultivators for around six hundred years, Yao Wenxuan had, during these six months, grown close enough to Wang Zijia to call him a good friend.

Although Old Ghost Tong continuously schemed and made Yao Wenxuan guard against Wang Zijia, this did not affect their growing familiarity.

With just one sentence, they decided about the distribution.

Then, Yao Wenxuan glanced at the remaining four cultivators, asking, "Do any of you have objections?"

Not needing for them to reply, Wang Zijia looked at the four and said, "We could just retreat into the void and reappear in half an hour."

The four cultivators who were about to respond immediately said, "You two have already saved our lives by lending us your help, how could we possibly be so greedy?"

"Roar!"

Though the Corpse was deeply in fear of Yao Wenxuan, it was infuriated when they discussed its distribution in front of it as if dividing spoils amongst themselves.

However, instead of retaliating against Yao Wenxuan, it evidently tried to eliminate the four struggling cultivators.

The four immediately spat out more blood essence and began to try their best to hang on.

Wang Zijia and Yao Wenxuan also weren’t standing aside to watch the fun. Wang Zijia didn’t hold back, and with ten exploding book pages, he combined the power of Crossing Tribulation into several invisible Flying Swords and slashed upward. After half a year of seclusion in the forbidden land, most of his powers had actually recovered.

Yao Wenxuan also made a killing move as soon as he took action. He took a deep breath and gathered endless vitality in his hand.

"A flower cries on the distant shore, and all traces of the past are severed on the Naihe Bridge; a boundless yellow spring at every step, on the Stone of Three Lives incarnation happens once more. The Path of Eternal Life: The Wheel of Rebirth!"

Innumerable vitality converged into a chaste white lotus, which he gently let go of.

Once the lotus left his hand, it transformed into an ethereal streaming light, which amid many attacks, directly rushed to the corpse.

The corpse, exceedingly wary of Yao Wenxuan, would rather endure attacks from the other people than face the lotus flower with all his might.

However, even though it waved its Banana Fan into a wind screen, the lotus, as though nothing existed before it, hung over its head. In the next moment, it started madly absorbing its Death Qi.

Clearly, it was absolute Dao Consistency suppression, like a mouse seeing a cat, as long as the strength wasn’t vastly different in power, it wouldn’t be able to resist at all!

"Roar!"

The corpse didn’t lose its motility because of this, but its Divine Skill Method or necromantic technique was unable to be used and was continuously being absorbed.

It could only charge at Yao Wenxuan like a common warrior.

Facing the corpse’s close-quarter attacks, Yao Wenxuan dared not underestimate it. Its body, equivalent to that of an Immortal Tool, made Yao Wenxuan, looking gloomy, continuously take evasive action in fear.

Wang Zijia and the remaining four Tribulation Crossing Cultivators didn’t just stand there either, they simultaneously made a move and continued to attack the enemy.

The Corpse, disregarding everything, not even defending himself and focusing his pursuit on Yao Wenxuan, looked like a fool.

This kind of delaying tactic continued for approximately a quarter of an hour. Yao Wenxuan was hit three times and his body was blasted twice, yet he quickly healed.

Wang Zijia had gotten used to it, however, the four surviving Tribulation Crossing Cultivators watched in horror, always feeling that these two individuals who suddenly appeared from the void were nothing like their fellow Tribulation Crossing Cultivators!

As the lotus continued to absorb the corpse’s Death Qi, its movements became slower and slower until, with a sorrowful howl, it finally stopped moving.

Wang Zijia looked at this scene with some surprise.

Though the cost wasn’t small, it seemed a bit too easy.

Even if the the Seventh-Rank Corpse was subpar, only comparable to a turbid immortal, and its condition was wrong, it felt much stronger than Qi Chounu!

Was it because of Dao Consistency’s suppression?

Wang Zijia glanced at Yao Wenxuan, who looked somewhat pale.

He had witnessed how absurd this person’s luck was.

Over the last half a year, even in the barren lands, he was able to find quite a lot of stuff.

When they emerged from the void, they even encountered threats that were mutually injured and which were the right targets for his Dao Consistency and were extraordinarily beneficial for him.

This was virtually forcing luck into one’s mouth!

Can’t really provoke the chosen one!

Indeed, he was a good ally!

While his mind was full of thoughts, Wang Zijia’s hands remained busy. With a wave of his hand, he directly took up Banana Fan, Yao Wenxuan also quickly teleported himself in front of the corpse.

As his method of operation fluctuated, a soul unexpectedly emerged from the corpse’s body.

Obviously, it was a Demon Daoist who wanted to turn into a Zombie by borrowing a cultivator’s corpse, not an orthodox zombie because zombies don’t have souls!

However, before anyone could do anything, with the soul being extinguished, the entire palace began to shake, and cracks appeared everywhere.

It seemed like it was about to break down.

At the same time, from the coffin, spiritual light began to surge out. Under everyone’s terrified gazes, black smoke gathered and transformed into a skull.

"Who is it, who killed my disciple!" it said.

In its words, it suddenly looked at Yao Wenxuan. The terrifying pressure filled the air like a tide, causing everyone to shudder.