Immortality Through Array Formations
/ Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 557
Chapter 557: Chapter 513 Kneel Down_4
These Iron Corpses, fierce and fearless, guarded the Corpse King.
As the originally quiet swarm of zombies suddenly erupted into chaos, their eyes red and shrieking wildly, they charged at the cultivators with reckless abandon, as if they would tolerate no one who dared offend their “King!”
On the hill of graves, in an instant, a more intense battle of life and death ensued.
Bai Zisheng, clutching his long spear, wanted to fight again, but was stopped by Bai Zixi.
Bai Zixi brought Bai Zisheng to Mo Hua's side and stood in front of them both, her slender fingers forming sword techniques, condensing beams of sword light wrapped in crystal-clear white fire, protecting the three of them.
Any zombies that touched the sword light were incinerated by the white fire.
Mo Hua then cast a distant glance at the Corpse King.
The aura of the Corpse King gradually strengthened, and the twisted Taoist Meaning on its body also became increasingly pronounced.
Mo Hua's gaze condensed slightly, and then she drew a Thick Earth Formation under her feet and began to meditate with closed eyes, communicating something with her Divine Sense.
Batches of Foundation Building Cultivators charged towards the Corpse King,
only to be blocked time and again by the Iron Corpses.
Yang Jishan's face was pale, his heart burning with urgency.
The Corpse King was gradually awakening, transforming into a Taoist Demon.
If they didn't kill the Corpse King, everyone would die!
The Minor Wilderness State Boundary would also suffer untold disasters.
Yang Jishan picked up the Sunset Spear, took a Spirit Revitalizing Pill, and another Big Restoring Pill, expending the last of his Spiritual Power to reinvigorate the Sunset Spear.
This thrust was equally formidable.
The firelight converged, and the spear was like a blazing sun.
Yang Jishan couldn't reach the Corpse King upfront, so he threw his spear with all his might, transforming it into a long rainbow that stirred up flames, aiming for the Corpse King.
But this thrust, too, was blocked by the body of an Iron Corpse, and though it eventually reached the Corpse King, it was caught by one of its hands.
The Corpse King twisted it, breaking the Sunset Spear, its skin instantly transforming into a bronze color.
Then the Corpse King howled to the sky.
Corpse Qi surged to the heavens, obscuring the sun.
The horizon faintly bled red.
This howl was like a command.
At this moment, not only the entire hill of graves but also the mines and the entire boundary of South Yue City felt the wave. All zombies, as if hearing the command, converged towards the Corpse King, as if to worship their “King.”
Yang Jishan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
All cultivators felt their scalps go numb.
Many faces displayed despair.
An emaciated elder said, “Leader Yang, we must try to break out while we can, save as many as possible!”
Yang Jishan gritted his teeth, helpless, he said, “Alright!”
But he knew that under the command of the Corpse King's zombie tide, even if they fled, they couldn't escape.
This was just a glimmer of hope.
But to not flee would leave them without even that glimmer.
The cultivators retreated under the cover of the Taoist Soldiers while Mo Hua remained stationary.
Upon seeing this, Yang Jishan immediately shouted, “Young brother!”
He wanted to urge Mo Hua to flee, but in that instant, Mo Hua had already been surrounded by Iron Corpses.
Yang Jishan wanted to save him, but it was too late.
Yang Jishan was in a great panic, then he was stunned again.
He noticed that the Iron Corpses only surrounded Mo Hua but dared not approach him.
Bai Zixi stood in front of Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng, her expression calm, yet her gaze still somewhat solemn.
At that moment, Mo Hua opened his eyes, took a step forward, shielding his junior brother and sister behind him.
And as Mo Hua stepped forward, the Iron Corpses showed signs of horror and retreated en masse.
In their instincts lingered fear, the fear of being dominated.
The Corpse King was their “King.”
But now Lu Chengyun was dead.
Mo Hua was the only one who could control the Corpse King, he was the king of their King!
The horde of corpses settled slightly.
The cultivators were able to catch their breath momentarily.
And through the crowd of zombies, the majestic and ferocious gaze of the Corpse King fixed on Mo Hua.
It had not yet turned into a Taoist Demon.
Because it had not truly “devoured its master.”
Lu Chengyun was the master, but not truly the master.
Its true master was this young cultivator!
A master's master is not a master.
A king's king is not a king.
Only by consuming this young cultivator could it truly devour its master, truly break free from the chains, escape the shackles of Heavenly Dao, become the unique “Corpse King,” and become the Taoist Demon that devours heaven and earth!
Turn this territory into Blood Flesh Purgatory!
In the eyes of the Corpse King, the blood surged, turning into a beam of blood light, rushing straight towards Mo Hua.
Everyone was shocked, and Yang Jishan's expression changed drastically as well, “This is bad!”
Mo Hua remained calm, her gaze sharp as a sword. She pointed forward with a little hand.
The Corpse King's forward charge came to an abrupt stop!
From its chest burst forth countless Spiritual Threads, like silk, weaving outward, suppressing the Corpse Qi of the Corpse King and tugging at its body.
In the eyes of the Corpse King, there was no longer dignity, only brutality and unwillingness.
It struggled with all its might, its Blood Qi growing stronger.
The Corpse Qi grew more vigorous, the gray and white mixed with traces of blood, surging in layers.
At the same time, the twisted mutant Taoist Meaning spread.
Feeling this breath, all cultivators felt a tremor in their hearts as if a cold Divine Sense were watching them, erasing their thoughts, making them surrender.
This distorted Taoist Meaning also enveloped Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's heart stirred slightly.
This breath was very familiar.
In the past, the Big Demon of Tongxian City also possessed a similar breath.
However, at that time, she had no understanding of Taoist Meaning and could not distinguish the details of this breath.
But now she understood.
This was the breath of a Taoist Demon, the twisted, karmic mutation of Taoist Meaning.
Because it contained the karmic mutation of Taoist Meaning, these disasters were called Taoist Demons.
Mo Hua realized this, and then began to use the Thick Earth Formation to connect with the Earth Dao Meaning of the ground.
Those unrestful in the earth are corpses.
The essence of corpses originates from the earth but is filled with blood, hatred, and resentment.
Mo Hua wanted to use the Earth's Dao Meaning to suppress the Corpse King's essence.
The land is Kun, carrying things with great virtue.
Perhaps the meaning of the earth also did not wish to see the growth of Taoist Demons.
The Earth Dao Meaning that Mo Hua connected with this time was extremely intense, although still incomparable to when she utilized the Taoist Monument Meditation, it was sufficient to suppress the half-step Taoist Demon Corpse King.
The aura of the Taoist Demon was neutralized.
Mo Hua concentrated fully.
Her Divine Sense at the peak of the Thirteen Patterns operated at its utmost.
On the Spiritual Pivot Formation, thousands of Spiritual Threads bloomed, resembling the blossoming of night-blooming cereus, dense and intricate, completely strangling, suppressing, infiltrating, refining, stitching, and gradually dominating the Corpse Qi…
The Corpse King resisted fiercely, its gaze brutal, its flesh torn apart by the Spiritual Threads and yet regenerating…
No one knew how long the standoff lasted.
Mo Hua's expression suddenly changed, a bright light in her eyes, her voice crisp yet filled with authority as she shouted:
“Evil beast!”
“Kneel down!!”
The Corpse King, full of reluctance, roared with all its might.
But its body, still entangled and pulled by thousands of Spiritual Threads, trembled as it slowly began to kneel down.
With every inch it knelt, the rocks on the ground cracked further!
The entire burial mound trembled!
Tens of thousands of zombies, also with crimson eyes, screaming in reluctance.
The entire South Yue City, across all hills and ridges, filled with the howls of the zombies, as if descending into the hell of the ceaseless suffering, lamenting like hundreds of ghosts.
Tides of corpses surged, their Corpse Qi roaring.
Mo Hua's gaze remained steady, her small figure, immovable.
Still using the power of Divine Thought to drive the Spiritual Pivot Formation, gradually dominating the Corpse King.
The Corpse King, pulled by countless Spiritual Threads, was suppressed by the majestic Earth Dao Meaning.
The knee of the Corpse King, amidst its defiance and struggle, ultimately still knelt down on the ground!
The ferocious and terrifying noise between heaven and earth, came to an abrupt end.
The masses of corpses quieted down.
The trembling crowd looked up.
They saw atop the burial mound, beneath the sky-covering blood-red Corpse Qi.
The majestic and huge Corpse King, half-kneeling before the little Mo Hua.
And with the Corpse King's kneeling.
The brutal aura of the corpse herd gradually receded.
Dozens of Iron Corpses, the blood in their eyes fading, revealing a look of reverence, slowly knelt down to Mo Hua.
Then it was the entire Walking Corpses of South Yue City, over all hills and ridges, yielding before the wind, also prostrating themselves to Mo Hua.
With the Corpse King's kneeling, the Iron Corpses surrendered, and thousands of corpses worshipped!
All cultivators were speechless in horror.
The emaciated old man who was well-versed in Heavenly Secret Calculation was even more shaken in his Taoist Heart.
He witnessed a scene he had never imagined in his life, nor dared to imagine:
A Taoist Demon disaster, knelt down to a little kid…
Chapter end
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