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F * * k, what the hell is this thing! Why is it so hard? If he wanted to advance into the Spirit Severing Stage again, he would no longer be an ordinary spirit saber.

But if it was cut, even if the stone didn't have the time to channel spiritual energy into it, just the sharpness of a Spirit Severing cultivator should be able to cut through the bones.

However, everything was exactly the opposite of what Shi Zongzheng had imagined. There was not a single change.

As for the skeleton, it borrowed the strength of the Spirit Severing strike that struck the skeleton. With a 'whoosh' sound, it once again disappeared into the black fog.

In front of his eyes, there was only black fog. Other than black fog, there was only black fog!

With all his might, Shi Zhongzheng closed his eyes and focused on observing his surroundings. Even the sound of the wind blowing across the grass was heard by him.

"The invasion of ten thousand ghosts!"

He could not see the Spirit King, and he did not know where the Ghost King was. An inhuman ghostly cry came from all directions, and soon after, the surrounding black fog seemed to come to life.

Waves of emotions surged, one higher than the other. An endless wave was set off as it charged towards the center of the stone pillar.

Right now, Stone in the middle of the sea was more like a small boat in the middle of a raging sea, bobbing up and down in the sea, still trying to find the hidden murderous intent within.

"Hmm?"

Accompanying the flow of the black fog, the sound of wailing ghosts and howling wolves began to ring out beside Shi Zhongzheng's ears.

There were baby-like cries, one after the other; there were women whimpering and talking in low voices; there were whores singing in low voices for an unknown period of time, carrying with them a few pieces of grudges and a few bits of hatred …

Endless sounds came from all directions and pressed towards Shi Zhongzheng. Shi Zhongzheng frowned and also opened his eyes dumbly, looking around him.

He held the Spirit Severing Stage tightly in one hand, and the Outer Space Meteor Gold Flying Needle had already appeared above his head. It was spinning, ready to strike at any moment.

"Bada, bada!"

A few muffled footsteps came from the front of the stone pillar. The stone pillar adjusted its breathing and stared forward.

The blood-red eyes stood out in the black fog like a bright lamp in the night. However, things did not go according to one's wishes, and it was definitely not a bright lamp guiding the way in the stone, but a lamp that aimed to reap the life of the stone.

The sound of footsteps drew closer and closer, and the light became brighter and brighter, slowly appearing in front of him.

It was a tall figure, tall and big. From afar, it looked like a mountain that was not angry at all. It was unknown what was on his shoulder, but it looked pitch-black.

"Mu Zixuan?"

When the black shadow reached five to six meters away from Shi Zhongzheng, Shi Zhongzheng shouted in shock.

The black shadow was Mu Zixuan. His face was dark and his eyes were bloodshot. There was not a trace of human emotion in them. It looked just like the battle between the zombies Shi Zhongzheng and the others had just experienced.

"Heh heh!"

Mu Zixuan's blood-red eyes were like two bloody arrows as he stared at the stone pillar. From deep within his throat, he let out a monstrous roar. He stretched out his tongue and licked his jet-black lips, as if he saw the stone as his prey.

"Old Mu!"

Mu Zixuan, who was brimming with killing intent, gave Shi Zhongzheng a shock. Just what was going on? Shi Zhong wanted to wake up Mu Zixuan, but there was nothing he could do.

Perhaps, in Mu Zixuan's eyes, Shi Zizhong was one of his enemies, an enemy with a blood feud.

"Roar!"

It turned out that Mu Zixuan had a bone club in his hand. It was unknown what it was made of, but it was thick and big. It was as thick as an infant's thigh.

However, it seemed as if there was nothing in Mu Zixuan's hand. Following his roar, the wooden stick in his hand fell down, bringing with it a tremendous force towards the top of Shi Zhongzheng's head.

"Old Mu, wake up!"

With a leap, Shi Zhongzheng seized the opportunity to escape to Mu Zixuan's side and heavily smacked him in the face.

The crisp sound of a slap could be heard very far away, as if Mu Zixuan was about to wake up from his stupor.

"Roar!"

Mu Zixuan, on the other hand, was even more enraged. He gripped the bone club tightly and swung it at Shi Zhongzheng's head.

I'm dizzy!

Other than dodging, was there any other method? Although he held the Spirit Severing blade in his hand, he couldn't swing it no matter how hard he tried.

Standing across from him was his own brother, the brother he had sworn an oath to.

One was completely focused on his attack and didn't have the slightest bit of defense. The other was focused on dodging and didn't retaliate at all.

"Pa, pa!"

Just as the stone was overwhelmed with anxiety, a light sound of footsteps came from beside his ear.

It was completely different from those ghosts. While floating in the air, the ghosts would not make any sound and would only launch a sneak attack in the dark.

"Long Anbang!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to turn around, Shi Zhongzheng clearly saw Long Anbang appear before his eyes once more.

It was the same dark face, with blood-red eyes and no trace of humanity. He was also holding an unknown skeleton in his hand. Looking at Shi Zhongzheng was like looking at the person who had killed his father. He had a wide grin on his face as he gave off a cold and gloomy aura.

"Tsk tsk!"

Long Anbang and Mu Zixuan formed an angle and attacked the stone from both the front, back, and left.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

The bone mace was thick and large, and every time the two of them would attack the rock, it would create gusts of wind.

But this cold and gloomy wind seemed to blow against the heart of the stone. What was going on? Was he still his brother? Or was he a brother that he spent his days with?

They were currently attacking him without the slightest hesitation. They looked at him as if he was their enemy.

"Ghost King, just you wait. I won't let you off. "

While dodging the attacks of the two people, Shi Zhongzheng was secretly angry and shouted angrily towards the darkness.

Originally, he had been extremely anxious when dealing with Mu Zi Xuan, but now with Long Anbang's addition, he was unable to make ends meet.

If it wasn't for the fact that Shi Zhongzheng couldn't beat Mu Zixuan and Long Anbang, and Shi Zhongzheng was in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, he wouldn't be a match for Shi Zhongzheng even if the three of them worked together.

But the reality in front of him was that Shi Zhong was facing the two of them, so he couldn't attack them too viciously. This wasn't an enemy, but his brother.

In addition, with the recent intensive training they had done, every single one of them had a thick skin that was being trained by Stone, so even if they were to hit it a few times, they wouldn't feel anything.

In a short period of time, the three of them were stuck there, constantly fighting each other. Waves of angry roars came out from the black fog, and when the Spirit King heard these roars, he began to laugh sinisterly, as if he was very satisfied with the current situation in Shi Zhongzheng.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking air was heard, and the crying sounds outside became louder and louder. One ghost claw after another appeared in front of Shi Zhongzheng, as countless ghosts appeared in the surroundings.

F * ck me!

The child was still in his infancy, but the yin aura emanating from him didn't seem to be lacking at all. Floating in the air, facing the center of the stone, his blood-red eyes were bloodshot.

The hands of the disheveled woman had long since withered away. Her snow-white dress had traces of blood on it. She was like a wintery plum in the midst of winter and snow.

A headless man appeared, waving both arms and dashing towards the stone. Another headless man appeared and was trying his best to crawl towards the stone.

F * ck!

The more he saw, the more shocked he became.

They all said that they wouldn't do anything shameful, so they weren't afraid of knocking on the door. Even if he was not a righteous man, he was not a vile person. He had never done anything evil.

But why were these ghosts looking for him here?

No! We can't go on like this.

On one hand, he had to deal with Mu Zixuan and Long Anbang, and on the other hand, he had to carefully observe the surrounding ghosts. From their eyes, he felt a kind of hatred, a wave of resentment.

The overflowing Yin energy and killing intent were corroding this place, so he had to finish off Mu Zixuan and Long Anbang first.

"Sorry, brothers!"

Shi Zhongzheng inwardly cried out a few times as he tightened his grip on the Spirit Severing Stage pill. His figure that was akin to a swimming dragon unfurled itself. He turned into a ray of light as he charged towards Mu Zixuan and Long Anbang.

"Pah!"

He used the Soul-Slaying Spike to break open Mu Zixuan's bone club, then used his other hand to strike the back of Mu Zixuan's head.

Logically speaking, Mu Zixuan should have also been lying down by now. Having been with them for such a long time, although they had rough skin and thick skin, they all had a thorough understanding of each other.

However, everything that had happened today had already exceeded Stone's expectations. His palm landed solidly on the back of Mu Zixuan's head. However, Mu Zixuan only staggered a little. After adjusting his balance, he slowly turned around and looked at Shi Zhongzheng with a cold gaze filled with boundless killing intent.

"Whoosh!"

The infant that was in the midst of infancy in midair did not waste this rare opportunity and stopped his wailing.

His lips had originally been small, but now they had unknowingly grown bigger, like a blue whale opening its bloody mouth to eat.

Was he hungry? It was still a long time since he had drunk milk that caused him to be like this.

"Get out of my way!"

The child's big mouth had already become abnormally huge, and his entire face was already gone. All he saw was his extended blood-red tongue, which was like a nimble snake's tongue rolling towards the center of the stone.

"Pah!"

The Spirit Severing expert released a blade light that was a few feet long. It swept through everything and aimed it at the baby's tongue before slicing it.

I don't dare to use force against Mu Zixuan and Long Anbang. Do you think I am nothing in your eyes? Do you really think I am that weak?

He had never been looked down upon so much before. He raised the Spirit Severing blade in his hand, and the light from the blade instantly pierced the baby's tongue.

"Wow!"

As the Spirit Slaying Slash landed on the baby's tongue, the baby began to cry again, but this time it was a cry of pain, a cry that came from the depths of his heart.

The high dragon head pierced the blood-red tongue that was covered by the black mist. Endless Yin energy was being sucked over by the dragon head.

The spectators hadn't forgotten about their battle with the ghosts and monsters yet. Although Gu Yang wasn't long, his Spirit Severing stage was even more so as the sun amongst the suns. For this kind of Yin Qi, it had a restraining effect. Furthermore, it could absorb the essence within to make up for the inadequacy of the innate ability.

The infant's long, blood-red tongue was cut off by the Spirit Slaying Blade and fell to the ground, rolling about like a dead snake.

As for his real body, it returned to the air. His big mouth was gone, and only the ghostly wails were left. His blood-red eyes stared at the stone with endless hatred.

Some of them were even more afraid as they looked at Zhanmadao's unsteady hair. His thin and small body shrunk into a bundle, revealing only a pair of eyes.

He would occasionally stare at the body of the Spirit Severing cultivator in fear, or stare hatefully at the rock, or turn his head to look at his fallen tongue with a sense of cherishment.

"Haha, come on, come on!"

Seeing the baby that he was already afraid of, Shi Zhongzheng finally let out a sigh of anger. He was a proper and upright young man, how could he be afraid of a little baby like you?

"Pfft!"

Just as Shi Zhongzheng was laughing proudly, a burst of wind suddenly came from the back of his head, frightening Shi Zhongzheng so much that his face turned pale.

"Pah!"

He dodged the wooden stick from Mu Zixuan, but didn't dodge the ghost claw of the woman in blood-red. There were five clear paw prints on his left arm, and blood was spurting out of them.

Numb, pain, itchy!

A black mist extended from the wound to his shoulder.

F * ck! Poison!

Shi Zhongzheng tapped on his left arm a few times and finally stopped bleeding. A barely discernible black line stopped at his elbow. His arm had become a thick black color.

Looking at the hand of the lady in red, blood was dripping from it. Finally, Shi Zhongzheng was able to clearly see the woman's face. Her thin and short face was unexpectedly pitch-black, and there were even some white maggots crawling on it.

As if sensing the gaze from within the stone, the woman purposely lifted her head and sucked the finger that was dripping with blood into her mouth, which had long since turned into a hole.

"Tsk tsk!"

His face revealed an expression of excitement, and the hole in his face was as eerie as a bottomless pit.

"Hee hee!"

Seeing that the stone was injured, the baby unexpectedly started to laugh wildly, pointing at the miserable state the stone was in, laughing to the point where he was forced to stagger back and forth.

As for the stench of blood in the air, it was even stronger, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

The thick stench of blood even contained a hint of spiritual energy. It was more like a stimulant, a catalyst that was stimulating the surrounding ghosts.

Originally, they had witnessed the battle between Shi Zhongzheng and the infant and were still in a state of hesitation and fear after witnessing the power of Shi Zhongzheng.

But now, every ghost's eyes were blood-red, looking more like lamps in the dark night.

After a few hesitations and decisions, more and more ghosts began to feel itchy.

Greed had slowly overcome his fear, sinking into madness.

F * ck, he's going to get really excited this time!