Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 411 - 212: Zhang Fan and Zhang Sheng! Great Success in Fire Technique, Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield (5k-Word Chapter)

In the spacious warehouse, the flickering yellow light "zzzz" danced, casting shadows across Zhang Fan's mind like bolts of lightning.

"My brother!?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened as he stared at Lord Hongshan, a hint of doubt flickering deep within his gaze.

"Have you forgotten? Heh heh, Divine Demon Holy Embryo, Great Night, even if you awaken and rebuild, you're still incomplete." Lord Hongshan grinned broadly.

"Starting today, I'm going to have two more extraordinary masterpieces."

"Zhang Fan!"

Lord Hongshan's voice echoed in the cold warehouse as Fang Changle felt a sense of foreboding, and he shouted sharply.

Boom...

Suddenly, a crimson light flickered erratically on the surrounding walls, eerie talismans appeared like grimacing faces on the surrounding walls, and under Zhang Fan and Fang Changle's feet.

In the center, the wall had a mask-like tiger face totem, its forehead marked with the character "king," drawn out stroke by stroke, mysteriously strange.

Buzz...

As the tiger totem's eyes glowed with a reddish hue, the ghost face runes on the surrounding walls seemed to come alive, squirming and transforming...

Fang Changle's expression turned serious, just about to act when suddenly his body stiffened, looking down to see a ghost face talisman appearing on his chest, seemingly painted with blood, slowly seeping into his flesh as if trying to connect with his heart.

"Fang Changle, you've been by my side for two years, how could you think you can leave unscathed?" Lord Hongshan chuckled lightly.

"I gave you a choice. Since you don't know what's best for you, become a Chong Ghost."

With these words, Lord Hongshan's gaze shifted to Zhang Fan, whose chest also bore the ghost face talisman.

"How did you find the taste of that Tiger Bone Wine?"

At this point, Lord Hongshan's smile grew wider, looking at Zhang Fan with eyes full of mockery.

"Didn't your parents tell you when you were young not to eat or drink from strangers?"

"Mountain Lord Sacrificial Technique, Refining Chong!" Lord Hongshan formed a seal with his hands.

Boom...

The ghost face talismans on the surrounding walls squirmed more violently, as if the gates of ghosts opened wide, accompanied by low chanting.

The Tiger King totem at the top appeared mysteriously, and at this moment, the huge warehouse seemed like an ancient altar, with tigers roaring and ghosts wailing, evoking terror.

Buzz...

The ghost face totem on his chest, like a maggot clinging to bone, seeped into the flesh, a shadow pressing down, invading deep into the Primordial Spirit.

In a daze, the sky high and the earth vast, towering mountains, the roar of the king of beasts echoed through the forest, the "king" character on the brow transformed into a strange ghost rune seal, countless ghostly figures bowing in worship.

The sky of the azure waves was not merciful, the fierce tiger closed its eyes, lost in thought.

The Chong Ghosts come at night, howling eerily; the Mountain Lord's grand ritual takes human flesh.

Such imagery, vast and overwhelming, almost engulfed the Primordial Spirit.

In an instant, Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, in the desolate black night, a lightning bolt cut across the sky, countless shadows shattered like foam, boiling, and dancing...

Ten years ago, beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Before the barren temple, the Yin Mountain Ghost King Xiong Sanqi, Scorched Earth Flame Monarch Feng Ping'an, Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon Liu Fusheng... they witnessed the unbelievable scene as loyal brothers of the Great Spirit Sect King.

Just as Zhang Fan was about to fall into the Great Night, his Primordial Spirit emerged, amidst a chaotic tribulation, with the assistance of a mysterious young girl, his Primordial Spirit split into three...

Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, Divine Splitting Technique, the twelve-year-old Zhang Fan used this technique to evade numerous disasters, thus falling into the Great Night, but leaving a glimmer of hope.

"This child cannot be left alive, kill him."

At that moment, in the dark night, a sharp voice came, vast and powerful, breaking through the thunder.

"Tonight, this family must stay beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Daoist Ancestral Court, burial ground, at least they die where they belong."

As soon as the words fell, a tall man approached, his physique thick and solid, like a hill in the pale moonlight.

"Hai Pig!" Xiong Sanqi's eyes gleamed fiercely, standing in front of the young Zhang Fan.

"Tonight, we'll kill to satisfaction."

Next moment, a gaunt man walked over, eyes glowing red, licking the corner of his mouth with a long tongue.

"Xu Dog!"

Whoosh...

Then, two more figures crossed the dark night, powerful like the previous zodiac signs.

"Rabbit!"

"Yin Hu!"

In the tragic night, Rabbit was an old woman wearing a neat cheongsam, carrying a bamboo basket, eyes twinkling with evil.

"Four against three!?" Liu Fusheng's fingertips dripped blood; he had been through successive battles and was exhausted, but at this moment, his battle spirit surged again, fearless and unyielding.

Boom...

Feng Ping'an was drenched in blood, silent, his eyes burning like fire, around him endless True Flame igniting.

"Kill!"

A dazzling lightning bolt pierced through the desolate black night.

Beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain, blood stained the earth, terrifying aura collided at this moment.

Boom...

The light and shadow flashed, and everything returned to silent stillness.

In front of the desolate temple, Zhang Fan remained in meditation, seemingly trapped in sleep, unable to awaken.

Xiong Sanqi, Feng Ping'an, and Liu Fusheng lay in the rubble soaked in blood, their breaths weak, like threads.

Rabbit had become a charred corpse, blackened as the fierce True Flame roared under the pale moon, unable to be extinguished.

Xu Dog's arm was nowhere to be found, gasping for breath, face deathly pale.

Hai Pig's abdomen was torn open with a huge wound, faintly revealing internal organs.

Only Yin Hu stood in the shadows, eyes icy and intact.

"These scoundrels around the Great Spirit Sect King... impossible to kill!" Xu Dog gritted teeth, gasping heavily.