Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique-Chapter 1281 - 15: The Terrifying and Chou-Faced Human Visage
"It’s Corpse Charm, the corpses here have all transformed into Corpse Charms, run quickly...". Many cultivators screamed in terror and fled towards the distance.
"Fortunately, we didn’t dig up those corpses." The cultivators beside Wuu Yong all had expressions of relief. They all now felt that Lin Feng was not simple. It was Lin Feng who had reminded everyone not to dig up those corpses because he was worried that uncontrollable danger might arise.
Now such a thing has really occurred.
Corpse Charm is formed from an evil thought that awakens after death.
Corpse Charms are immune to swords and spears, their entire body is extremely poisonous, and they are exceptionally terrifying.
Lin Feng and others flew towards the distance first, and the rest of the cultivators also hurriedly fled away.
If there were only a few or a dozen Corpse Charms here, everyone could manage to deal with them, but the number of Corpse Charms here was too many, perhaps several hundred Corpse Charms. Lin Feng had seen Corpse Charms before, but at most, he had only seen one.
Where has he ever seen such a situation as this?
With hundreds of Corpse Charms, anyone trapped by them would only face a dead end.
In the course of escaping, many cultivators were killed, and eventually, over two hundred people died before everyone managed to escape the pursuit of the Corpse Charms.
"Bring that boy to me," Xue Muyang said in a deep voice.
"Come with us," several of Xue Muyang’s guards said coldly to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng frowned, but he didn’t say much, and followed the guards to Xue Muyang.
"Boy, since you knew that place was filled with the Corpse Miasma and that digging up the corpses there might be dangerous, did you also know there could be Corpse Charms below? Did you purposely set us up?" Xue Muyang pointed at Lin Feng’s head.
But Lin Feng dodged it.
"Dare to dodge? Do you believe I’ll hit you?" Xue Muyang looked at Lin Feng with an indifferent expression.
He was inherently a person of high status and naturally wouldn’t regard Lin Feng, a cultivator only in his twenties, highly.
Xue Muyang raised his right hand to slap Lin Feng, but it was then that Si Anzhi said, "Wait...".
Xue Muyang looked at Si Anzhi, frowned slightly, and said, "Why does Princess Anzhi stop me from teaching this boy a lesson?"
Si Anzhi said, "It’s not his fault. He reminded us before that it might be dangerous below. We were just too confident and didn’t listen to him. Let him go."
Xue Muyang’s face didn’t look good. He is a conceited person, unwilling to admit his mistakes, wanting to shift all the blame onto Lin Feng.
But Si Anzhi took on the previous mistake herself, and Xue Muyang couldn’t refute her. Towards Si Anzhi, he felt immense dread and knew that this woman could only be befriended, not made into an enemy.
He nodded and then looked at Lin Feng, saying, "Princess Anzhi pleads for you, so scram."
Lin Feng gave Xue Muyang a deep look and turned to leave.
"Young Hero Lin, are you alright?" Wuu Yong asked, somewhat concerned, looking at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng shook his head and said, "I’m fine!"
Wuu Yong said, "Many times, doing the right thing doesn’t guarantee appreciation from others. So many times, doing nothing is the best way to protect yourself."
"I’ve learned," Lin Feng cupped his fists.
Wuu Yong said, "Just a bit of experience in dealing with people. You are young, and your future is long. With your talent, you will surely stand out in the future. There’s no need to clash with those people. Sometimes, one step back leads to boundless prospects."
Lin Feng nodded, saying nothing more.
The team continued to set off. The swamp was too dangerous. The next day, the group encountered a terrifying crisis again. Blood-colored centipedes nearly a hundred meters long crawled out of the swamp.
These blood-colored centipedes had wings. When their wings vibrated, their speed was as fast as lightning, charging towards the cultivators.
"It’s the Flying Blood Centipede."
Seeing those blood-colored centipedes, many people screamed in terror and fled towards the distance.
Puff! Puff!
But there were too many Flying Blood Centipedes. Many cultivators were directly torn apart by them, dying horribly.
Everyone frantically fled to the distance.
People kept getting killed.
The crowd was scattered as well.
Many ended up dying at the hands of the Flying Blood Centipedes.
In the end, only a little more than four hundred people managed to escape the Flying Blood Centipedes and luckily survived.
"We’re almost out...". Someone pointed to the distance where the mountains stretched endlessly, lush and green, a stark contrast to the muddy swamp.
Everyone perked up, sped up, and rushed out of the swamp.
But at this moment, above the swamp, endless black mist was churning.
The black mist condensed into an enormous head.
Finally, that head transformed into an extremely ugly human face.
"Lowly ants, none of you can escape. Play a game with me," the ugly face uttered a sinister voice.
"What is that?" many people screamed in terror, their expressions filled with shock and horror.
The next moment, the ugly face devoured everyone in a single gulp.
Lin Feng only felt his vision blur. He was pulled out from the swamp world and found himself in a dim and hazy space.
"Is this an independent space barrier formed by Space Law?" Lin Feng was surprised.
He guessed that everyone should have been drawn into this independent space by that mysterious presence.
And this independent space’s nodes must be connected with the swamp world.
"This Sealing Demon Land is too eerie, having an independent space? It’s rumored that a god’s body can form a space, so could this space be one that, after the god’s death, did not get destroyed but scattered between heaven and earth? By chance, it connected with the swamp world?" Lin Feng pondered.
"But who is the owner of that ugly face?" Lin Feng’s expression turned grave.
The owner of that ugly face was definitely not simple.
"Demon Monarch, what do you think?" Lin Feng transmitted his question to the Demon Monarch but received no response.
His face changed slightly—the space was so strange that it severed his connection with the Demon Monarch.
Lin Feng took a deep breath and cautiously continued deeper into the space.
Crunch, crunch!
Suddenly, Lin Feng heard a series of crisp sounds.
He looked down and found that he had stepped on and broken some bones.
"Someone has been here before and died here," Lin Feng frowned slightly.
"Ah!"
A sharp scream echoed from ahead. He quickly rushed over and found a dozen White Bone Spirits surrounding three cultivators. The sharp bone knives pierced through the chests of the three cultivators, who died miserably.
And the eyes of the dozen White Bone Spirits flickered with fierce green ghost flames.
The dozen bones opened their mouths and sucked, drawing out gray-brown gases from the dead cultivators’ minds. That was the Power of Soul of the dead cultivators, which was absorbed by the bone creatures.
