Longevity: Start Farming with Entries-Chapter 342 - 321: Chaotic Battle

Outside the Tai Lake Ruins, a great battle was about to erupt.

"I never expected you, kid, to command not one, but three Celestial-Grade Bloodline Demon Kings. Truly astonishing for this old ancestor."

"Since that’s the case, let this old ancestor witness your strength."

The voice of the Golden Toad Ancestor, as raspy as a broken gong, rang out. Then, the aura around him swelled and contracted as he spat out a black Profound Pearl, which exploded into a black mist that rolled toward Qin Ming like a tide.

Buzz~

Qin Ming’s figure blurred for a moment, instantly disappearing from the spot, and the black mist hit nothing, settling on the surrounding rocks and trees, which sizzled and released billows of black smoke.

The mountain itself was melted, forming a massive hole with a diameter of over a hundred feet.

Clearly, the black mist contained some kind of highly corrosive toxin.

"Hmm? Such speed."

"However, can you withstand this next move from this old ancestor?"

Just as those words fell.

The bumps on the skin of the Golden Toad Ancestor suddenly and eerily swelled up, transforming into countless black dots that fell around Qin Ming.

The black dots, like bubbles, continued to grow, emanating a nauseating odor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Countless clouds of black toxic mist exploded around Qin Ming.

Blocking all his escape routes.

Boom!

A blood-colored Gang Qi Armor appeared on Qin Ming’s body, blocking all the toxic mist.

"To think you could withstand the Dark Water Black Poison of this old ancestor."

"Not bad!"

Qin Ming’s gaze sharpened as he formed a spell with his hands.

Swish! Swish!

In an instant, countless black vines appeared beneath the Golden Toad Ancestor, entangling him instantly. The black thorns pierced through his defenses and stabbed deeply into his flesh.

The Golden Toad Ancestor instantly felt his Divine Soul waver, almost losing consciousness.

"What the hell is this?!"

In the next moment, the Golden Toad Ancestor shrieked strangely, then his entire form dispersed into a black mist, escaping the grasp of the black vines.

Even though he evaded the attack of the Black Vine, he remained slightly terrified.

"A Soul Body, so it’s a Ghost Cultivator?"

Qin Ming also realized what was going on; both the Golden Toad Ancestor and his master had fallen into becoming Ghost Cultivators.

Though they could live for a longer lifespan, the subsequent path of cultivation became increasingly perilous, almost impossible to continue.

After repeatedly suffering setbacks in front of a junior, the Golden Toad Ancestor was more than a little frustrated.

He mumbled something under his breath, then pointed with his curled finger. From his head, three black Soul Doves flew out, shrieking hoarsely as they charged at Qin Ming.

As soon as the three black Soul Doves approached, Qin Ming’s view altered drastically, and he felt as if he had fallen into a Boundless Blood Sea.

Countless sticky, blood-red monsters were clawing at him.

"An Illusion Technique?"

Though Qin Ming was struck by the illusion cast by the Golden Toad Ancestor, he did not immediately fall into madness.

Instead, relying solely on his powerful Divine Soul Power, he resisted the illusion’s corrosion.

Then.

From Qin Ming’s eyes, two beams of crimson mystic light burst forth, sweeping across the Boundless Blood Sea before him.

The scarlet light instantly pierced through this Illusion Realm, subsequently sweeping away the three black Soul Doves.

"Ah!!"

A miserable scream was heard outside, as the Golden Toad Ancestor’s eyes turned crimson, clutching his head in excruciating pain.

These three Soul Doves had been split from his Soul Body, intrinsically connected to him.

With a fraction of his Soul Body wiped out, his main body also suffered significant injuries.

This Secret Technique belonged to Soul Dao attacks.

Previously, the Golden Toad Ancestor had crushed Golden Core Stage cultivators who were on par with his level using this Secret Technique, never failing once.

Yet who would have thought?

Qin Ming’s Divine Soul strength would surpass that of this thousand-year-old Toad Demon!

And that he possessed some overwhelmingly potent Illusion-Breaking Secret Technique.

The murky eyes of the Golden Toad Ancestor finally showed a hint of ripple.

After regaining his composure, he roared toward the sky, enveloped by a gloomy black aura that engulfed his entire body, constantly transforming and enlarging.

In an instant, he transformed into a colossal black toad, dozens of feet in size, covered in black pustules that oozed poison.

The moment the Black Demon Toad appeared.

The mighty presence of a late-stage Tier Three monster swept out toward all corners of the Tai Lake Ruins.

Startling the nearby cultivators to turn and watch, their hearts filled with dread.

...

On the other side.

The one battling Nalan Xi was a short statured boy, also possessing mid-stage Golden Core Cultivation, wielding a blood-colored Bone Banner, releasing hordes of ghostly creatures.

Nalan Xi wielded a golden Feather Duster Artifact and, alongside her Spirit Turtle Beast Pet, fought fiercely with the opponent.

"Heh heh heh!"

"Nalan Xi, why don’t you just surrender obediently?"

"Join under my command as a concubine, and I promise you safety!"

The short child suddenly let out a lewd laugh, his gaze constantly evaluating Nalan Xi.

"Hmph! Old fool Tong Yin."

"Stop spouting nonsense and weigh yourself a little."

"You should consider whether you can still return to the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls alive today."

Nalan Xi’s almond-shaped brows furrowed; mana surged wildly around her, and the duster in her hand instantly transformed into a burst of golden light, scattering all around.

"Fallen Feather Divine Practice!"

The golden light transformed from the duster pierced through layer upon layer of ghostly figures in an instant, as if pulling silk from a cocoon, and reached the short child’s front.

The golden threads struck the bone banner, erupting in intense tremors.

Tong Yin the Old Demon’s face showed an expression of shock; he dared not underestimate it any longer. With withered hands, he cast a spell and quickly withdrew the Blood Bone Banner.

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood towards the Blood Bone Banner. Instantly, fierce winds rose around, and demonic qi erupted.

From the oppressive demonic qi, a Blood Armor Demon Corpse, with a Tier Three aura, emerged.

The Demon Corpse was enveloped in a towering blood flame, extending ten sharp claws towards Nalan Xi in an attack.

Nalan Xi’s Spirit Turtle Beast Pet flashed its figure, a layer of earthy spiritual light emanating from its shell, defending against the Blood Armor Demon Corpse.

Bang!

The bone claws of the Blood Armor Demon Corpse struck the light screen, producing a violent collision sound.

The Spirit Turtle was instantly slapped away by the Demon Corpse.

Nalan Xi was both tense and angry, but seeing that her Beast Pet was unscathed, she steadied her heart spirit.

"Fellow Daoist Nalan, I’ll assist you!"

"When I say I’m going on a killing spree, I mean it!"

At this moment.

The unruly voice of the Heaven-Devouring Rat sounded, holding a Black Steel Fork, on which still hung a Demonic Golden Core cultivator’s head.

Across from Tong Yin, seeing the head on the Heaven-Devouring Rat’s fork, his eyes sharply contracted, and he couldn’t help but exclaim:

"Old Ghost Lii!!"

"How is this possible? With his skills, how could he die by your hand!"

The Heaven-Devouring Rat sneered, then tossed the head it held, arrogantly taunting, "Why not?"

"I’ll take your short head next and send you to reunite with him below."

The Heaven-Devouring Rat started with verbal attacks before even beginning the fight.

Tong Yin, usually revered among Ten Thousand Souls, had never been spoken to like this before.

He immediately flew into a rage, commanding the Blood Armor Demon Corpse to pounce towards the Heaven-Devouring Rat.

The Heaven-Devouring Rat, instead of retreating, advanced, swirling the Black Steel Fork in its hand, which brought up a black mysterious light and fiercely pierced the Blood Armor Demon Corpse.

Boom!

With just one move, it gutted the fierce Demon Corpse entirely.

Then, with a quick, forceful twist, split it right down the middle.

Tong Yin, seeing this, was shocked, and without another word, turned and fled in the opposite direction.

"Eh? Wasn’t he acting all wild just now? Why is he running?"

"Stand still for me!"

The Heaven-Devouring Rat immediately summoned the Silver-winged Frost Bee, mounted it, and turned into a streak of silver light to chase after him.

Nalan Xi, watching nearby, was stunned...

Not far away, the Profound Water Crocodile was also chasing a Golden Core Ancestor of the Fire Worship Sect, making them run with head buried between arms.

Inside the Tai Lake Ruins Underground Palace.

Elder Qingxuan and others were tangled in battle with two Demonic Cultivators and Master White Bone.

Wei Wuya and Pei Qing were more or less injured.

Liuu Jinyuan from the Primordial Demon Sect and Yana the Demon from the Joyful Union Sect were also battered with wounds.

"What’s happening above?"

"Why haven’t the old ghosts from the other four sects arrived yet?"

"Those sneaky bastards!"

"When I get out, I must settle accounts with them!"

Liuu Jinyuan cursed with a sinister expression.

The two Upper Envoys from Lihuo Palace grew more and more alarmed facing Master White Bone’s attacks.

Especially Elder Hee Kang, who started confidently, but his expression was growing increasingly grim.

After a fierce fight.

They essentially used every trick they had, leaving nothing in reserve.

Yet, Elder Hee Kang could clearly sense that the Master White Bone opposite him seemed not to have given it his all.

"Why is the Supreme Treasure Golden Dawn Sunburst Bead of our sect ineffective against him?"

Elder Hee Kang’s brows furrowed with a vague sense of foreboding.

At this moment.

A strange, malevolent smile appeared on the pale face of Master White Bone, "Alright, warm-up over, I’m done playing with you."

Crackle.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Master White Bone reached out with five fingers in a grasp.

A terrifying wave suddenly emanated from the void.

A white bone sword, enveloped in a cold white flame, appeared in his hand.