MM Racing Chapter 42 The Terrifying Red-Haired Emperor
Chapter 42 The Terrifying Red-Haired Emperor
Li Xian stood up from the rubble.
He didn't touch the Divine Furnace of Departing Fire, nor did he take the Immortal-Slaying Gourd.
Sit cross-legged.
Hands form a mudra.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, a scripture slowly unfolds.
Every word and phrase resonated with the Dao, like the long tolling of a death knell, guiding both the living and the dead.
The Lingbao Sutra for Saving People.
This scripture,
This is not a method of attack.
Its essence is "crossing".
To help the living overcome their tribulations, and to help the dead overcome their attachments.
"The path of humanity is boundless, the path of immortals is vast and unfathomable. The path of ghosts is joyful, right at the gate of human life..."
The Lingbao scriptures are just ordinary books and have no supernatural properties.
At this moment, however, it resonated with heaven and earth, transforming into ripples that spread from Li Xian's body.
The ripples were silent, penetrating the rock wall, penetrating the demonic aura, and brushing past the corpse of the woman from the Jade Pool.
The female corpse shuddered suddenly.
The withered hand, raised halfway in the air, froze.
It stopped three inches in front of Zixia's face.
"Wh-!" The man with the lamplight paled. "What is that?!"
He frantically activated the Heavenly Demon Lamp, attempting to regain control of the female corpse in Yaochi.
"Zixia".
Li Xian spoke, his voice hoarse from the depletion of his divine power, but every word was crystal clear.
"You are a primordial Dao embryo, sharing the same lineage as the Western Queen Mother. This female corpse possesses extraordinary bloodline, having cultivated the Western Queen Scripture, and retains remnants of the Western Queen's laws within her. Use your physique to resonate with her and awaken her remaining consciousness."
Zixia wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
Looking at the withered hand in front of me.
Without hesitation, he placed both hands on the woman's chest.
The primordial power of the innate Dao embryo surged forth, using blood as a carrier, and permeated along the remnants of the Dry Corpse Dao Palace.
The fragments of the laws of the Western Emperor Scripture were activated.
The remaining Daoist rhyme, like the scorched-tail strings of a zither, resonated with the innate Daoist embryo, emitting a distant hum.
The price was Zixia's complexion.
It turned pale at a visible rate.
Her lips were bleeding, her hair was turning white, and the essence of her Dao was draining away, flowing into the woman's corpse as fuel to awaken her consciousness.
The origin of half of the body.
For any monk.
These are all the costs of damaging the foundation.
It's equivalent to innately cutting off 30% of one's vitality, combat power, lifespan, talent, potential, comprehension, and even memories, destiny, and luck...
"Click—"
A faint light appeared in the ashen pupils of the female corpse.
It is no longer a controlled void.
Rather, it is the confusion that belongs to a "person".
The mummified corpse's lips trembled, emitting a hoarse, almost inaudible sound.
"Is Yaochi still there...?"
The voice was aged, carrying a sense of déjà vu.
Reading the leisure of the world, but sullenly.
Zixia was stunned.
"I...I am no longer a person of this era."
The female corpse's voice was intermittent, as if she were piecing together fragmented memories:
"I was born in... Yaochi. Back then, the Queen Mother of the West was still alive, and Yaochi was called... Immortal Realm."
She paused, and a line of dark, turbid tears rolled down her empty eyes.
"The final battle... The Holy Venerable aged... Corpse energy erupted... I protected my junior sisters and we retreated... In the end, we failed."
The flames and human face roared madly:
"Shut up! You're just a corpse! Give it to me—"
"Shut up." Li Xian chanted the Lingbao Duren Jing (Scripture of Saving People with Spiritual Treasure), suppressing the lamp flame to the size of a bean, thus naturally suppressing ghosts and corpses.
The female corpse ignored the commotion outside.
Her remaining consciousness was rapidly fading, and all her thoughts were converging on one question.
"Is Yaochi still there?"
She turned her head and looked at Zixia.
A long-held obsession spanning hundreds of thousands of years, awaiting only one answer.
Zixia remained silent for two breaths.
Then she spoke.
"exist."
Zixia's voice was calm and clear, like a mountain spring.
"The Yaochi Holy Land remains one of the holy lands of the Eastern Wilderness, its lineage unbroken, with disciples all over the world."
The female corpse's pupils lit up for a moment.
Then, it dimmed.
She no longer talks about passing on the torch.
Yaochi is still there, and it's still very strong.
There's no need for a "person" who's been dead for years to do this unnecessary thing.
The remaining consciousness began to dissipate rapidly.
But the female corpse did not close her eyes.
She turned around.
Facing the Heavenly Demon Lantern.
Facing that distorted face illuminated by the lamplight.
"They stole my remains, dishonored my lineage, and used my body to commit acts of slaughter."
The female corpse's voice suddenly calmed down, and in that calmness lay a resolute determination born from millennia of solitude.
"I have enough of my last bit of strength to kill you."
The fragments of the Western Emperor's laws burned completely inside Qian's corpse, causing his moon-white dress to flutter without wind, and a terrifying aura surpassing the Dragon Transformation Realm soared into the sky.
—Her ancestors were once bathed in the blood essence of the Empress, and the Dao of the Western Queen Mother flowed through their bodies.
The Flame Face had gone completely mad.
"You think these are all the cards I have up my sleeve?"
The Heavenly Demon Lamp trembled violently.
The deepest chamber in the underground palace shattered with a deafening roar.
Two mummified corpses emerged.
A figure clad in dark armor, with a faint sense of emptiness surrounding him—the direct descendant of the ancient Ji family.
A body with flowing red hair, its bones covered in thunder and fire patterns—the bloodline of the ancient Jiang family.
Both of the dried corpses possessed an aura exceeding that of the ninth stage of the Dragon Transformation realm.
"I've been lying low for a century, plundering every ancient tomb in the Eastern Wilderness! What makes you, a mere remnant soul, think you can fight me?"
Two dried corpses attacked each other, and three corpses fought each other. All of them had the bloodline of the Great Emperor and inherited the Imperial Scripture. Their combat power started from the third level of forbidden.
Moonlight poured down around the female corpse, and a moon wheel woven from fragments of the Western Emperor's Law slashed out, cracking the armor of the Ji family's dried corpse. But the Jiang family's dried corpse punched from behind, thunder and fire exploding, striking the female corpse squarely in the back.
The female corpse staggered.
The moon-white long dress was shattered.
She didn't turn around, but she could still vaguely see the confident and carefree spirit of the past.
The second moon-shaped slash severed the right arm of Ji Jiaqian's corpse.
Jiang Jiaqian's corpse had already pounced close, its ten fingers like knives, wreathed in lightning and fire, piercing through her abdomen.
The female corpse looked down at the withered hand on her chest and abdomen.
The fragments of the Western Emperor's Law sublimated, and with a single finger, they appeared like stars, crushing the Ji family's dried corpse into dust.
She looked up and gazed at Zixia one last time.
"Little girl..."
"Alive..."
The woman's body fell silent.
The fragments of the Western Emperor's Law exploded completely, dissolving into the moonlight along with the dried corpse of the Jiang family.
The sound dissipated.
The moonlight went out.
At this moment, you could hear a pin drop in the underground palace.
The face in the lamplight was panting, its laughter hoarse and mad.
"Finally... they're all dead."
"I hate things like zombies coming back to life the most."
next second!
The Heavenly Demon Corpse broke free from the purple aura cage, its jet-black claws tearing through space as it appeared before Zixia.
Zixia stood there, her purple robes stained with blood.
The original essence of the Dao embryo within his body had been completely exhausted when he awakened the old corpse of Yaochi, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
The dried corpse's fangs magnified in its pupils, and it bit into Zixia's neck.
The movements were very light, as if a gourmet were savoring a delicious meal.
Elegance with a touch of natural ease.
"Now, no one can save you."
"Become one with me."
He was almost intoxicated.
"And me too."
Li Xian stood up.
His divine power was exhausted, and he was covered in wounds, but his voice remained firm.
Reaching into the sea of suffering, he pulled out a bulky stone tool containing a tuft of crimson hair.
The trump card left behind by the Red-Haired Ancestor has never been used.
Because he was waiting.
Wait until all variables have been resolved.
"Smack."
A crisp sound.
Li Xian threw out the bulky stone tool.
It struck the arm of the Heavenly Demon Corpse with pinpoint accuracy.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling divine light.
Only a tuft of crimson hair drifted down from the shattered stone.
Red hair.
Each one exudes an aura of evil, coldness, and decay.
This aura does not belong to this world, nor to the ancient times, nor even to this world.
The moment the Heavenly Demon Corpse touched the red-haired creature, the previously mindless Corpse let out an instinctive, piercing scream, a great fear etched into its bloodline.
"roar--"
Red hairs grew wildly in the wind, spreading rapidly up his arms. The Heavenly Demon Body was covered in dense red hairs, an ominous curse clinging to his bones like a maggot.
"What is this?!"
Within the flames of the Heavenly Demon Lantern, human faces contorted violently, and for the first time, genuine fear appeared in their voices.
The mastermind behind the ruthless lineage.
He was knowledgeable and experienced, and had looted countless ancient tombs.
But at this moment, I felt a chilling terror from the depths of my soul.
Red Hair did not linger.
Following the connection within the corpse of the Heavenly Demon Qian that controlled the soul, it went upstream, directly traversing the void and locking onto the Heavenly Demon Lamp.
"No! Get away!"
The flame-faced creature roared madly, desperately trying to sever its connection with the dried corpse.
late.
A crimson hair appeared out of thin air in the lamplight.
The eerie green divine fire of the Heavenly Demon King was instantly suppressed by this red hair, its flame dimming to the extreme.
A red hair stuck into the center of a person's forehead.
"Master Yuan's... ominous later years?! How could you possess such a thing! Who are you?!"
The mastermind recognized the source of this power, and his voice became extremely shrill.
He cultivated diligently for a hundred years, plotted for three years, schemed against the Holy Land, and manipulated the remnants of the Emperor's bloodline, believing he had the whole situation under control.
But to everyone's surprise, this ant, who is only at the first level of the Dao Palace, actually holds the most terrifying curse of the Yuan Tianshi lineage!
"ah--!"
Screams tore through the underground palace.
The face in the lamplight was tightly bound by red hair and being pulled wildly.
A dark rift opened in the void, a howling wind blew, and the faint cracking sound of chains being dragged could be heard.
That's a strange force binding souls.
"I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled at all!"
The mastermind's soul was forcibly pulled out of the Heavenly Demon Lamp and dragged into that dark crevice.
The gap is closed.
The screams abruptly stopped.
The Heavenly Demon Lantern went out completely and fell to the ground with a thud.
The deranged, uncontrolled celestial demon corpse, covered in red hair, lay sprawled on the ground.
The Red-Haired Emperor is terrifying indeed.