Zombie Cultivation Across Worlds

Chu Xuan infused spiritual power into the Formation Breaking Mirror. Through it, he quickly discovered numerous threads that didn't actually exist.

These threads would guide him to the location of the formation flags.

Even if he couldn't find the formation's core, destroying these flags one by one would weaken the formation enveloping Yunwu Manor.

With Chu Xuan's expertise in formations, he could definitely find the core.

It was just a matter of time.

Moments later, Chu Xuan found the first formation flag.

This flag was embedded within a stone pillar.

It was completely invisible from the outside.

Without needing Chu Xuan's instruction, Little Dragon emerged from the Corpse Raising Tower, let out a low growl, and slammed its paw onto the surface of the stone pillar.

With one strike, cracks appeared on the pillar.

With a second strike, the pillar shattered completely, revealing the formation flag inside.

Chu Xuan took out the flag, infused it with spiritual power, and instantly shattered it.

The formation covering the sky above Yunwu Manor weakened noticeably.

At this moment, sounds of battle also emanated from within Yunwu Manor.

It was clear that Li Xuanming and his two companions had already engaged in combat with the four cultivators from the Divine Gang Sect guarding Yunwu Manor.

Chu Xuan had no intention of getting involved; he simply focused on swiftly removing the formation flags around Yunwu Manor.

Thanks to his solid foundation in formations and the assistance of the Formation Breaking Mirror, he managed to remove and completely destroy over 120 formation flags in just half an hour.

The formation covering Yunwu Manor vanished immediately.

The pressure on Li Xuanming and his companions was greatly reduced.

"Great! Faster than I expected!"

Li Xuanming laughed heartily, his fingers pointing sharply.

The sinister energy of his finger strike shot through the air like a torrential downpour, suffocating the opponent.

Ah!

The opponent screamed as their shoulder was pierced by the finger strike, blood gushing uncontrollably.

Li Xuanming pressed forward relentlessly, his finger strikes continuously piercing through the air.

The final strike pierced directly through the heart, killing the opponent!

Liu Zhenxiong and Wu Teng's battle also gradually turned in their favor.

Everything seemed to be falling into place.

"Master Hui Kong! The formation is broken! If you don't act now, we're all going to die!"

A cultivator from the Divine Gang Sect shouted towards the interior of the manor.

The veins on his forehead were bulging.

Clearly, he was furious at the person for not taking action.

Li Xuanming and his companions were filled with uncertainty.

Hui Kong?

A monk from the Golden Dragon Temple is here too?

From a room inside the manor, a voice of discontent immediately sounded.

"Foolish! This humble monk was just about to seize the right moment to act, but you've ruined it!"

In the next moment, a Caution Blade slashed through the wall, suddenly attacking Wu Teng.

The blinding golden light and sharp aura made one's hair stand on end!

Wu Teng inwardly cursed, dodging with all his might.

The Caution Blade narrowly missed his head.

Taking away a tuft of black hair.

Wu Teng touched his head, "Goodness, I'm bald!"

"Hmph, you can dodge."

A cold laugh echoed.

With a bang.

A towering, burly figure leapt out of the room, appearing in everyone's sight.

This figure was over eight feet tall, broad-shouldered and stout.

He wore a reddish-brown combat outfit, with bindings on his wrists and ankles.

The Caution Blade circled back into his palm.

"Golden Dragon Temple, Battle Monk Hui Kong!"

Liu Zhenxiong's expression changed slightly.

Chu Xuan lay on the rooftop, observing the battle within the manor, deep in thought.

Monks from the Golden Dragon Temple were divided into two categories.

Battle Monks and Scripture Monks.

Battle Monks focused on combat from a young age, excelling in vanquishing evil and ghosts.

They often traveled, subduing demons and eliminating evil.

Disciples of the Wuji Sect frequently clashed with Battle Monks from the Golden Dragon Temple.

Scripture Monks, on the other hand, studied Buddhist teachings within the temple from a young age.

Initially, their combat abilities were far inferior to Battle Monks.

But once their understanding of Buddhism reached a certain level, their strength would soar.

Their words would become law.

This referred to the Scripture Monks.

Chu Xuan had heard of Hui Kong's reputation before.

Hui Kong was a genius on par with Li Xuanming.

His talent was extraordinary.

He reached the Foundation Establishment stage at thirty.

He was also highly regarded by many Golden Elixir monks in the Golden Dragon Temple.

Li Xuanming had faced Hui Kong several times, losing more often than winning.

"Li Xuanming, Benefactor Li, hahaha, we meet again."

Hui Kong stared at Li Xuanming, chuckling eerily.

As if he had found a rare opponent.

Li Xuanming's expression turned grim.

He had investigated Yunwu Manor beforehand, finding only four people guarding it.

Yunwu Manor held Wan Wuying captive, using his blood to feed vengeful ghosts, and honing sword energy with them.

This wasn't something honorable, and couldn't be widely known.

Why was Hui Kong here?

Could it be that the Golden Dragon Temple was also involved?

Li Xuanming shouted, "Hui Kong! Your Golden Dragon Temple has always prided itself on orthodox Buddhism, compassionate to all beings."

"Now you're colluding with the Divine Gang Sect, doing such vile deeds as imprisoning cultivators and feeding ghosts with blood?"

Hui Kong chuckled a few times, "Nonsense, this humble monk is only here to exterminate vengeful ghosts, unaware of any imprisoning cultivators or feeding ghosts with blood."

"But you Wuji Sect demon brats, you've really walked into a trap!"

With that, Hui Kong stomped the ground, causing a violent tremor.

The hard blue bricks cracked.

For a moment, Li Xuanming, Liu Zhenxiong, Wu Teng, and the four cultivators from the Divine Gang Sect found it difficult to stand.

"Earthquake Technique!"

Chu Xuan immediately recognized this signature spell of the Golden Dragon Temple.

Battle Monks from the Golden Dragon Temple were always formidable.

The Earthquake Technique harmed both the enemy and the user, yet Battle Monks could move freely on the shaking ground.

"It's time to go!"

Hui Kong laughed eerily, slashing the Caution Blade towards Liu Zhenxiong.

His upper garment flew off, like a spider with fangs and claws, heading straight for Wu Teng.

At the same time, he clasped his hands, and a large string of prayer beads around his neck flew towards Li Xuanming's head!

In an instant, he simultaneously activated three spiritual artifacts, attacking Li Xuanming and his companions!

Moreover, judging by the glow of the artifacts, it was clear that both the Caution Blade and the prayer beads were exceptional high-grade spiritual artifacts!

The garment was slightly lower in grade, but still a strong mid-grade spiritual artifact.

"Damn it."

Li Xuanming cursed under his breath, quickly dodging.

His strength was sufficient, barely avoiding the prayer beads' attack.

Liu Zhenxiong was a bit slower, his arm grazed by the Caution Blade, instantly losing a large chunk of flesh.

Blood flowed profusely in an instant.

He grunted, enduring the pain as he retreated.

Wu Teng was in a dire situation.

His injuries had only just begun to heal.

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In the blink of an eye, he was enveloped and wrapped by the garment.

He looked like he was being constricted by a giant python.

Within a few breaths, his face turned red, nearly suffocating.

Hui Kong laughed heartily, "So weak! Have the demon cultivators of the Wuji Sect really become this feeble?"

Liu Zhenxiong clenched his fists.

Hui Kong was cunning.

He deliberately let the four cultivators from the Divine Gang Sect exhaust a lot of their spiritual power, observing their techniques.

Now, when he made his move, victory was assured.

"Retreat!"

Li Xuanming gritted his teeth, throwing out a large flag shrouded in black mist, preparing to leave.

This unexpected appearance of Hui Kong had completely disrupted their plans.

If they delayed any longer, reinforcements from the Divine Gang Sect and Golden Dragon Temple would surely arrive.

By then, escape would be impossible.

The flag landed, and tens of thousands of ghosts surged forth, overwhelming Hui Kong and the others.

This was also a high-grade spiritual artifact!

One of Li Xuanming's trump cards.

The garment entangling Wu Teng was attacked by a large number of ghosts, immediately dimming, forced to release Wu Teng and return to Hui Kong's side.

The three cultivators from the Divine Gang Sect also hurriedly used various means to evade the ghosts.

Hui Kong, however, remained motionless, unafraid.

He grinned eerily, "Leave? Did you ask this humble monk?"