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Chapter 383 – The War between Cultivators and Charm Masters

Murong Yuanlai’s ribs extended out from both sides of his body, making him look extremely similar to a strange spider. Its two arms were the spider’s longest legs, and it looked even more like a demon beast than a demon beast.

An Zheng was not able to injure Murong Yuanlai with two punches, so this person’s body had already completely mutated. Some people succeeded because they were obsessed with one thing, such as the one word sword that An Zheng encountered, the current Murong Yuanlai. One of them specialized in the Dao of the Sword, and he only trained in the sword arts of a single word. The other refined his fleshly body into a magical equipment.

A total of eight ribs from Murong Yuanlai’s body shot out, and like eight spears, they instantly appeared in front of An Zheng.

An Zheng’s eyes turned cold, and he threw out eight punches in a row.

His fist was much tougher than ordinary steel. With eight lightning-like punches, he broke open eight ribs.

Using the gap of a moment, Murong Yuanlai had already drawn a seal in the air.

Many people from the Youguo cultivated rune arts. Maybe because the divinity’s Sect Leader, Xing Wu, was a Runic Master, his subordinates also gave in to him. Even if they did not like the complicated runes, they forced him to cultivate. However, this kind of cultivation would most likely not succeed. The runic arts had an even more strict requirement on one’s physique. It was not something that could be cultivated by just a single cultivator.

A pentagram appeared in midair, and a huge black illusory figure appeared behind An Zheng. The illusory image rapidly solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye, then transformed into another Murong Yuanlai.

[Symbol Technique: Doppelganger]

The two identical gigantic and bizarre Murong Yuanlai surrounded An Zheng, and in an instant, countless of bones shot out from their bodies like a storm towards An Zheng. These bones were all refined, and each one of them was comparable to a magical equipment.

An Zheng summoned his Holy Fish Scale back. Currently, An Zheng had a total of 27 Holy Fish Scale s, of which 9 were left in Chang Deng City.

However, An Zheng’s Cultivation Power was already running low, and now that he was suppressed by the two of them, there was not even a shred of hope for victory.

It was actually not difficult for An Zheng to escape, but An Zheng had never thought of leaving. An Zheng who had experienced two lifetimes understood more than anyone else that if he wanted to grow, raise his cultivation level, and increase his fighting strength, the best way was to continuously fight. There weren’t many secret realms in this world, and there might not be a second tempering like the one in the lightning pool. And every battle could be considered a secret plane’s trial.

Especially in adversity, it could tempeerson’s will the most.

An Zheng borrowed the defense of the Holy Fish Scale for now, he looked around at the dense bones that were smashing towards him, and frowned. Murong Yuanlai was a strange enemy. After refining his own flesh, he had absolute defense and powerful attacking techniques. His two hands were heavy hammers, and the bones were cunning thorns.

An Zheng observed for a while, looking for the connection between the two Murong Yuanlai s. But from the looks of it, there was no difference between the two. One of them attacked first, while the other followed closely behind him. Furthermore, the two Murong Yuanlai s were constantly changing positions, making it easy for others to confuse which one was the main body and which one was the clone. The fierce attack baptized the surrounding earth, causing dust to fly high into the air.

In the smoke, An Zheng felt like he was surrounded and attacked by two monsters.

“Disperse!”

After defending for a full minute and not fighting back, An Zheng finally started to move. The Blood Pearl Bracelet Mountain flickered with light as countless magic tools shot out from An Zheng’s body toward the two Murong Yuanlai’s. These enchanted tools were all collected by An Zheng over the years, and most of them were incomplete. To put it in Du Shoushou’s words, An Zheng didn’t have any awareness of being an appraiser at all, and was more like a garbage collector.

Du Shoushou’s original words were that An Zheng was gluttonous and did not avoid eating anything. He wanted good treasures, and he also wanted damaged items.

These past few years, the amount of magic tools that An Zheng had collected was so large that it would make one’s scalp tingle. When he was together with the Oldman Huo, An Zheng would also consult him on some things related to artifacts. As for the low level artifacts, those that could be repaired by themselves, An Zheng would try to repair them himself.

He even built an artifact furnace, but gave it up because he couldn’t condense the flame in the end.

Countless magic tools started to counterattack, with even more of them than the bones that were shot by the two Murong Yuanlai s. In the sky, it seemed as if there were countless miniature warships battling against two countries. The bones were like magic tools shuttling through the air, overflowing with brilliant lights and vibrant colors.

As An Zheng fought fiercely, he observed, and then, all of a sudden, he attacked towards one of the Murong Yuanlai s.

Murong Yuanlai’s bones seemed to have stretched out from his body as they formed a dense defensive net. The crossed bones looked like a messy but dense fence, which was especially eerie and terrifying. Almost all the magic tools had been blocked, and the defense did not seem to have any flaws.

But right at this moment, An Zheng’s body suddenly appeared in front of another Murong Yuanlai, and smashed out with his fist.

Being attacked by An Zheng, Murong Yuanlai’s movement was evidently slower by a little, although it was not even by a tenth of a second. Just as An Zheng’s fist was about to land on his body, the bones extended out again to form a defense.

But An Zheng had disappeared again, the Two Lives Life Tree sent An Zheng to Murong Yuanlai’s side, and his fist smashed onto Murong Yuanlai’s face. This time, there were no bones to block it.

Murong Yuanlai’s body was sent flying backwards, as if he had suddenly lost all reaction. An Zheng naturally would not give up on such an opportunity. He once again activated the Twin Life Trees, summoned his Broken Army Sword, and pierced through Murong Yuanlai’s chest with his sword.

He thought that it would end like this, but An Zheng teleported again, and returned to the front of Murong Yuanlai previously. The Broken Army Sword swept across and cut Murong Yuanlai’s neck, and that huge head flew out with a gush of blood, like a meteor falling from the sky.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

A wail came out, Murong Yuanlai’s body that was previously pierced in the heart had quickly shrunk back to its original size.

An Zheng raised his sword and rushed forward, while Murong Yuanlai quickly retreated.

“I’ve seen through you.”

An Zheng chased relentlessly, but this time, it was Murong Yuanlai who continuously avoided and avoided, not daring to confront An Zheng. His heart was injured. Although he had refined his body and his heart wasn’t the most fatal part, it was still an unbearable injury.

“Your reaction time is indeed very fast, and your clone is alsrue clone, but you only have a primordial spirit. Unlike other clones, you use soul transformations to control two bodies. “This time, is 10% of a second.”

An Zheng cut off one of Murong Yuanlai’s arms: “Since you’ve discovered this point, what you need to do is to differentiate which is your true body.”

An Zheng’s strike became faster and faster, causing him to become battered and exhausted.

“Save me!”

Murong Yuanlai screamed, his face as white as snow.

Originally, the remaining divinity cultivators had avoided them because they were worried that they would be accidentally killed. Hearing Murong Yuanlai’s summons, they all rushed over.

An Zheng frowned, he took out a golden pellet from the Blood Pearl Bracelet and swallowed it.

Without the Cultivation Power and no helpers, he could only rely on this method to recover some of his strength. The Gold Core was refined by Qu Liuxi, there were almost no side effects. In fact, none of the pills could be absolutely beneficial or harmless. For the sake of An Zheng, people like him, who had the ability to minimize their damage, were already extremely rare.

After consuming a golden core, An Zheng’s body instantly recovered a portion of his energy.

An Zheng’s speed also became faster and faster, so Murong Yuanlai could only rush into the crowd of his subordinates to dodge. The remaining cultivators were no match for An Zheng, he had basically crushed them all along. A trail of blood was cut through the crowd as they chased closely after him.

“Symbol Technique: Bone Prison!”

Mu Rong Yuan, who was in the midst of retreating, quickly formed a seal with his two hands. Then, a rune appeared in front of him and a golden light flashed. However, there were no bones in the body of the tower. When An Zheng saw that Murong Yuanlai had finished his seal, he had already reacted, but nothing had happened. Just as An Zheng was feeling a little surprised, countless bones began to drill out from the ground around him.

Each of those bones was as thick aree trunk, but their tips were extremely sharp. These bones extended out from under Murong Yuanlai’s feet, and then, they penetrated underground, ultimately forming a prison that surrounded An Zheng.

“Symbol Technique: Ghost Fire Burning Body!”

When the thick and solid bones were all around An Zheng, his hands formed a seal again. On the bones that surrounded An Zheng, dense runes instantly appeared, spread out like a spider web. Then, a face appeared on every bone. There were no eyes, nose, or ears, only a bloody mouth. All the demonic faces opened their mouths wide, spitting out black flames towards An Zheng.

In that instant, the aura of death attacked once again.

The moment An Zheng started fighting with Murong Yuanlai, he had already felt the aura of death. Now that he saw those ghost flames spew out, An Zheng finally reacted …. That was true ghostfire, and it also came from the power of hell. It was said that in the Infernal Realm, there was a fire pit. Anyone that committed sins would be thrown into it and burnt beyond recognition. But that was jusumor, An Zheng suspected that Murong Yuanlai’s Ghost Flame was created by refining a dead person.

“Demonic Art!”

An Zheng stretched out both of his hands at the same time, and Orthodox Pure Yang appeared in both of his hands.

When all the darkness and all the evil spirits were illuminated by the scorching sun, there was nowhere to hide. An Zheng had two suns in his hands, and under the blazing light and temperature, the ghost flame was unable to advance. But Orthodox Pure Yang was a cultivation technique that was second only to the Heavenly Thunder of Nine Suns. Not only was its might second only to the Heavenly Thunder of Nine Suns, it also consumed a lot of it. The ghost flame continued to shoot out, and An Zheng’s Orthodox Pure Yang continued to burn the ghost flame until it disappeared.

Although it looked like they were on par with each other for the time being, An Zheng’s Cultivation Power was decreasing rapidly. Using an Aurous Core to replenish the Cultivation Power, in the end, was not his own Cultivation Power.

“Let’s see how long you can last!”

Murong Yuanlai roared, and then spat out a black flame at An Zheng with his mouth wide open.

An Zheng raised his left hand, and the Orthodox Pure Yang formed a ball of light, blocking all the black flames. The Orthodox Pure Yang in his right hand retreated outwards. The Orthodox Pure Yang turned into countless light arrows, but they did not scatter and shoot out.

The first light arrow shot out a meter and was burnt to ashes. The second arrow moved along the same line, two meters, and the light disappeared. The third arrow, fourth arrow, and the fifth arrow finally broke through the black flames and shot ouole.

An Zheng shook his hand and shot out a green light from the hole. Murong Yuanlai immediately dodged, he did not know what An Zheng shot out.

That was the Twin Life Trees, An Zheng’s Cultivation Power was already not enough to allow him to freely move about, so he could only rely on the Twin Life Trees to set up coordinates to teleport him away. When the green light appeared outside, An Zheng also went outside and slashed down.

A bone wall appeared in front of Murong Yuanlai, layers and layers of bones densely piled together. At the start, it was like a shield, but gradually, the number of layers increased, forming a wall that was still continuously growing thicker. An Zheng’s Broken Army Sword slashed at the bone wall. Because An Zheng’s strength was almost depleted, it was unable to slash open the bone wall.

Murong Yuanlai laughed out loud: “You still don’t have the strength left. After I kill you, I can return to report, and those magical equipment of yours are all mine as well.”

An Zheng laughed coldly: “You want it? I’ll just give it to you! ”

Once he said that, Murong Yuanlai’s head buzzed!