Chapter 91: Chapter 81 True Lord Beihe
"You are not the living... No..."
Feng Canlang had already howled. He knew best that his Nine Nether Hell Prison Net was an invincible Taoist art that could destroy heaven and earth for the living. But judging from Xu Zhaori's current situation, it was simply an invincible great tonic pill. "No..."
But before he could even howl, Xu Zhaori had already punched him directly off the bone wolf and flew more than ten feet away. Even Beihe Zhenjun's bone hand fell in front of the crystal coffin. "Feng Canlang, rest in peace. I will take good care of this bone hand for you!"
Feng Canlang, this old but not dead Foundation Establishment cultivator, was directly blasted behind Liu Suiyun. He had experienced countless grand scenes in his life. In the past, he could always turn misfortunes into blessings. But now it was definitely the moment of his last breath. There was not a trace of vitality on his face. He just said in a low voice, "No... No... No, I can't die like this. I haven't achieved the Golden Elixir yet. No... I'm still a virgin!"
"There will be many female ghosts in the underworld!" Xu Zhaori replied to Feng Canlang mercilessly. "I must thank you. If it weren't for Chen Zhaonan's attack, how could I have reached this point today!"
As he spoke, the bone wolf that Feng Canlang had been riding on suddenly disintegrated into countless pieces of white bones. And Xu Zhaori also shifted his gaze to the section of Beihe Zhenjun's bone hand that had fallen to the ground. This section of bone hand looked ordinary, but for some reason, Xu Zhaori's eyes became extremely hot, as if this section of bone hand was worth a hundred thousand spirit stones.
"Zhaori..."
Liu Suiyun asked softly, "Is it the Cicada Transforming and Refining Form Scripture?"
He had once heard people say that the Xu family had a superior cultivation technique called the "Cicada Transforming and Refining Form Scripture", which was extremely powerful and could directly lead to the Golden Elixir Great Dao. And that Chen Zhaonan had also wanted to borrow this Cicada Transforming and Refining Form Scripture from Xu Zhaori. Only in the past, Liu Suiyun didn't understand what kind of cultivation technique this Cicada Transforming and Refining Form Scripture was exactly.
But now Xu Zhaori's situation made him understand the Cicada Transforming and Refining Form Scripture like the back of his hand. The so-called cicada transformation is nothing but molting. In Taoism, it often refers to the technique of corpse dissolution. And the two words "refining form" are also often closely related to the technique of corpse dissolution. This Cicada Transforming and Refining Form Scripture must be some kind of cultivation technique for refining corpses and resurrecting.
Xu Zhaori turned his head and took a look at Liu Suiyun. He smiled. "Don't call me Zhaori. From the moment Chen Zhaonan stabbed me to death from behind, I am no longer Xu Zhaori, but a reborn fetus of heaven and earth!"
He continued, "For me, Xu Zhaori is just a memory..."
"The Cicada Transforming and Refining Form Scripture of the Xu family is ostensibly said to be a supreme cultivation technique for resurrecting from the dead. But when a person dies, the lamp goes out. Even a great immortal of the Grand Luo level can't save them. How is it possible to resurrect from the dead!" As Xu Zhaori spoke, he didn't emit the usual inherent fragrance. Now Liu Suiyun could clearly smell the stench of corpses emanating from his body. "So, like the Five Peaks Spirit Talisman Scripture, it's just a cultivation technique..."
"Although I am reborn between heaven and earth, I am just a pile of stinking flesh and white bones. With my Qi Refining cultivation level before my death, I can only linger in this world for a few days and fulfill his long-cherished wish."
Liu Suiyun knew that what Xu Zhaori said was the truth. If this Cicada Transforming and Refining Form Scripture really had such unbelievable power, perhaps every cultivator in the world would have to switch to cultivating this Cicada Transforming and Refining Form Scripture. Just the supreme power of resurrecting from the dead is enough to make people's hearts flutter.
He had a thousand words, but didn't know how to speak. "Lao Xu, let's sit down and discuss properly. There is no obstacle in this world that can't be overcome!"
Now Xu Zhaori is not only simply filled with astonishing corpse stench. Perhaps due to absorbing the power of Feng Canlang's Nine Nether Hell Prison Net, he is constantly emitting a deathly aura. "But I am already dead. Xing Ruyu, I have only one thing to ask of you now..."
He took a look at Guo Huijun who could barely hold the sword and shield and almost sat on the ground. "Take good care of Huijun and return the Five Peaks Spirit Talisman to her!"
Liu Suiyun knew what Xu Zhaori meant. He said helplessly, "Lao Xu, I still say that. I came to Tianma Plain not to steal your woman!"
"I don't care!" Xu Zhaori once again fixed his gaze on that section of Beihe Zhenjun's bone hand. "I am no longer Xu Zhaori. And I know that you are the most infatuated person!"
As he spoke, the deathly aura on Xu Zhaori became even stronger, making Liu Suiyun feel the urge to retreat. "Time is running out. Not only have all my great enmities been avenged and my long-cherished wishes fulfilled, but now as long as I refine this section of Beihe Zhenjun's bone hand, I can continue to exist in this world. Perhaps it will be an extremely ugly existence in your eyes. So please do me this favor..."
"Take good care of Huijun!"
As he spoke, Xu Zhaori had already lowered his head and picked up that section of Beihe Zhenjun's bone hand again. It was as if a hungry bear had seen honey. His eyes were constantly changing colors, but he couldn't hide the sentiment of reluctance. "Lao Xing, never let Huijun be wronged!"
That section of bone hand that was white with a hint of yellow had slowly fallen into Xu Zhaori's left hand. Perhaps the remaining power of Beihe Zhenjun was too astonishing. Liu Suiyun only felt an overwhelming and astonishing pressure coming towards him. And the bone hand seemed to have become a part of Xu Zhaori's body.
"Let's go!" Xu Zhaori said to Guo Huijun. "From now on, in your eyes, I will definitely become extremely ugly and have nothing to do with you anymore. Although I will continue to exist in this world, I will also forget you!"
Guo Huijun was completely powerless and sat on the ground. She lowered her head and tears fell like rain. She had never expected to get such an answer. Liu Suiyun didn't know what to do. In the end, he still patted Guo Huijun on the shoulder and waited for her choice.
Guo Huijun raised her head and was just about to speak when an extremely arrogant voice came from Xu Zhaori's side. "Hahaha, I, Beihe Zhenjun, am back again!"
This voice was clearly one of those extremely arrogant voices that made people want to beat him up. "Hahaha, I, Beihe Zhenjun, am the son of destiny. How could I be killed by that bastard Mo Yixuan with a single sword strike! I am the real Long Aotian. Even if the whole world is against me and every step is full of danger, I, Beihe Zhenjun, am the one who laughs last! I want boundless wealth and honor. I want a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. I don't want to be just such a stinky bone!"
Beihe Zhenjun?
Liu Suiyun had finally retrieved the Tearful Starfall Sword. Now he pulled out the Tearful Starfall Sword again. And Guo Huijun also didn't expect that Beihe Zhenjun, who had been blasted into only a section of bone hundreds of years ago, was still alive. She stood up again and stared fixedly at Xu Zhaori.
Xu Zhaori had now completely turned into a pile of extremely stinky rotten flesh. The only normal thing about him was this extremely arrogant bone hand. This bone hand continued to roar arrogantly, "I want to unify the Supreme Demon Sect. I want to dominate the Sky Dome Realm. Hahaha... I am Beihe Zhenjun. Everyone else is an ant!"
Just by this tone, Beihe Zhenjun being blasted to pieces is not at all unjust. But in the next moment, Liu Suiyun heard Beihe Zhenjun's scream. "How is it possible? It's not even a Foundation Establishment cultivator, just a pile of rotten flesh? This is impossible. This is impossible! I am Long Aotian. How could I, Beihe Zhenjun, possibly possess a pile of rotten flesh? This is not reasonable. This is definitely not reasonable!"
But although he said so, he did something else. In just an instant, Xu Zhaori's entire image changed. He no longer emitted a deathly aura and stench. His complexion became a mixture of pale and yellowish. Guo Huijun was completely stunned by everything she saw.
Just when she was still in a daze, Liu Suiyun had already grabbed her hand and shouted, "Take Lao Xia and leave quickly!"
"No one can leave. Hahaha... Although there is only a pile of rotten flesh!" Now Xu Zhaori, or rather Beihe Zhenjun, had already domineeringly declared his ownership. "Having entered my territory, do you still want to leave? Hahaha. Everything is mine. Everything in this world is mine, I am Bei Aotian. Hahaha!"
After an extremely arrogant declaration, Beihe Zhenjun had already controlled Xu Zhaori's entire body. Even the aura he emitted became so arrogant. "You are also mine! Fresh flesh and blood. Although it's a bit too weak and tender, it's just right for me, Beihe Zhenjun, to fill my body. Hahaha... Everything is mine! When we devour your flesh and blood, I will be the man with the most qualifications to be Long Aotian in the world!"
"Idiot!" Liu Suiyun immediately cursed. "Huijun, take Lao Xia and leave quickly. I'll cover you!"
Guo Huijun had already grasped the sword and shield again. She cursed at Liu Suiyun. "I'll cover you! Do you think you can hold on?"
Now Xu Zhaori's appearance had greatly changed. His yellowish complexion was mixed with paleness. But a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator is not so easy to deal with. As he walked forward, he declared extremely arrogantly, "Although women and eunuchs are both too yin. But I don't mind. Eh, there is also a man with a talisman seed on his body. Although he is a bit delicate, he can barely be used by me, Bei Aotian. I can destroy you with just one finger..."
But just as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a thud. It was because he was not yet used to this body that he had just possessed. But he still continued to roar domineeringly. "Hahaha... Are you all stunned? I, Beihe Zhenjun, am so brave and extraordinary even when I lose my composure before the battle. This is the style of Long Aotian. You all die..."
With a thud, Beihe Zhenjun stumbled again and fell to the ground. "Hahaha, let you all admire my supreme martial prowess once again. Such an opportunity is rare!"
"You go quickly!" But Guo Huijun didn't dare to attack at all. Although Beihe Zhenjun had fallen several times, the astonishing pressure emanating from him was indeed real. Perhaps she couldn't even hold on for a single round. "I'll cover you! Because I want to take one last look at Zhaori."
Liu Suiyun had already grasped the Tearful Starfall Sword tightly and made all preparations. "I won't leave. Because I promised Zhaori that I must take good care of you and never let you be wronged in the slightest. And I will also return the Five Peaks Spirit Talisman to you!"
"Because of this?" Guo Huijun felt her tears welling up again. "Remember, you are a married man. This reason is really ridiculous."
"It's not just because of this!" Liu Suiyun smiled. "Because I think your duck necks are the most delicious!"
Guo Huijun's ears turned red. She only knew to hold the silver sword and the big shield tightly. And on the opposite side, Beihe Zhenjun continued to issue his declaration. "No one can leave! All become stepping stones for me, Beihe Zhenjun, to dominate the world..."
"So that I won't continue to fall!"