Her skeletal hands suddenly grabbed at Qin Yuesheng’s neck, but at that mont, her hands seed to collide with an invisible wall of air, and within a second, her fingers began to dissolve.
Qin Yuesheng quickly turned around, and upon seeing this inhuman, ghostly blind woman, his Profound Celestial Internal Power and Primordial Qi erupted completely within him. Instantly, he transford into a small sun, pure yang radiating powerfully, repelling all evil.
"Ah!" The blind woman scread miserably, and under Qin Yuesheng’s assault, her entire body disintegrated into ashes.
The Profound Celestial Internal Power inherently possessed the power to expel evil, and Primordial Qi was unquestionably the ultimate bane to these ghostly creatures.
Feeling sothing amiss, Qin Yuesheng imdiately unleashed a high-pitched and resounding Soul-Shattering Roar.
Without converging at the throat, the Soul-Shattering Roar spread in a 360-degree radius, echoing throughout the octagonal room, instantly leading to quite a few wails.
The sound was akin to a hundred won weeping, particularly eerie.
Wisps of white shadows flew chaotically above Qin Yuesheng’s head, and his roar was akin to detonating a bat colony, instantly alarming those vile creatures dwelling within.
Looking up at the nurous blind won floating in the air, Qin Yuesheng reached into the Celestial Demon’s waist pouch to retrieve a device to focus his throat and began using the Soul-Shattering Roar to sweep away these unnatural evil spirits.
Each blind woman disintegrated without a trace under the sound waves of the Soul-Shattering Roar. As Qin Yuesheng was relentlessly sweeping through, a shadow suddenly pressed down from above him; feeling the gust of wind, Qin Yuesheng’s face changed, and imdiately he counter-slashed upwards with the Celestial Demon’s Evil Blade.
Bang!
It turned out to be a gigantic big-headed monster with a human body, but towering over ten feet tall, its head-to-body ratio extrely disproportionate, appearing like a waterlon with a small bump.
Confronted with Qin Yuesheng’s blade aura, the big-headed monster’s arm was instantly severed, spewing a large amount of stinky sewage. Qin Yuesheng imdiately blocked with inner strength, diverting the filthy blood to the sides.
"Roar roar roar!" The big-headed monster roared with its buck-tooth grin, shaking its head as it charged at Qin Yuesheng, its movents and montum were indeed massive, directly shaking the ground to rumble, stone slabs splintered everywhere.
It was like a bulldozer rushing towards Qin Yuesheng.
In terms of strength competition, Qin Yuesheng has never backed down since practicing martial arts, even when faced with an unknown monster, he wouldn’t step back an inch.
Thousand-Handed Buddha Transformation!
Qin Yuesheng imdiately unleashed his Divine Skill, intending to confront head-on.
Boom!
The big-headed monster fiercely collided with Qin Yuesheng, its head instantaneously exploded; within a flash, it was battered into countless holes by the Thousand-Handed Buddha Dharma Aspect’s thousands of hands and palms, its entire head suddenly shattered.
Its advance was abruptly halted by Qin Yuesheng.
"Hmm!" Despite such serious injury, the big-headed monster nevertheless attempted to rise from the ground, but Qin Yuesheng wouldn’t give it a chance. Gripping the Celestial Demon’s Evil Blade tightly with both hands he savagely chopped down with the force of cleaving Mount Huashan.
The blade aura was fierce and relentless, suddenly severing a giant head that rolled far away, the big-headed monster was decapitated.
Without the big-headed monster causing trouble, the remaining evil spirits were naturally all eradicated by Qin Yuesheng.
"These evil spirits and this monster must not have originated here naturally, soone was nurturing them here." Qin Yuesheng frowned.
Who could it be this ti?
The Ghost Race?
Or could it be Wang Tao, trying to curry favor with that eunuch, secretly stirring up trouble in this deep mountain?
Qin Yuesheng walked straight toward the Nine-Layered Slaughter Tower, as it was the most peculiar thing in the octagonal room; since no other clues could be found temporarily, he decided to destroy it and see.
Just as Qin Yuesheng was about to approach the Nine-Layered Slaughter Tower, a faint voice suddenly ca from above him.
"Help, help , help."
Qin Yuesheng looked up and saw an extended platform protruding from the wall at the top of the octagonal room; he hadn’t noticed it before, but now that soone was calling for help, the location should be on that stone platform.
Qin Yuesheng imdiately leaped up powerfully, jumping onto the stone platform, and saw two n lying motionless on the ground. The plea for help ca from one of the n.
"Who are you?" Qin Yuesheng asked.
"Help , help ..." Luo Changbao, his face covered in blood, looked at Qin Yuesheng’s figure and spoke with the little strength left in his body.
Qin Yuesheng took out the Spirit Fox’s Mind’s Eye to examine him, then approached and grabbed the man’s head to activate the deconstruction function. After confirming he wasn’t an evil spirit, Qin Yuesheng transferred his inner strength into Luo Changbao’s body to heal him.
Luo Changbao’s injuries were indeed severe, not only were his tendons torn, but his arm bones were also broken, evidently having been through a completely overwhelming battle; it was amazing he managed to keep himself alive long enough for Qin Yuesheng to arrive.
As the inner strength flowed in, Luo Changbao’s face finally showed so color, looking a lot spirited, but the lancholy in his eyes wouldn’t disappear in a short ti, requiring long-term recuperation.
"Thank you, young hero, could you also save my brother? Once Luo is out, he will certainly offer a great reward." Luo Changbao expressed his gratitude weakly.
Qin Yuesheng reached out with two fingers to check the pulse of the young man beside him and quickly shook his head: "I can’t save him, he has no signs of life."
"Xiao Wang." Luo Changbao’s eyes instantly reddened, unable to suppress his grief.
Although he was a martial artist with inner strength, he never underestimated the abilities of Wang Chengze, Dong Xing, and Hong Molili in his treasure-hunting team, always treating them as his own siblings.
Especially Wang Chengze, whom he had taken care of the most as a brother.
Before Qin Yuesheng arrived, Luo Changbao rely thought Wang Chengze had fainted due to his severe injuries, yet now learned he had long passed away, and right beside him. How could Luo Changbao not be heartbroken?
"What on earth happened here, and how did you two get captured here?" Qin Yuesheng asked.
Luo Changbao recounted their ordeal.
Earlier, when Luo Changbao planned to leave the hall with Wang Chengze and Hong Molili, the big-headed monster suddenly appeared before them. With the monster’s strength, Luo Changbao, rely at the First Layer of the Inner Power Realm, wasn’t its match, having to watch helplessly as the monster swallowed Hong Molili whole, leaving only a severed arm on the ground.
As he and Wang Chengze were overwheld, the big-headed monster brought them here.
"Are there any other monsters or evil spirits here?"
"Young hero, I’m not sure. Initially, we thought this place was rely the abode of three eccentric figures from the martial world, who would have imagined such monsters existed here?"
"Then focus on healing. I’ve already cleared this place of evil spirits, so nothing should threaten you anymore. I’ll go check the situation near the Nine-Layered Slaughter Tower." Qin Yuesheng instructed briefly, then leaped down from the stone platform and approached the Nine-Layered Slaughter Tower.
This Nine-Layered Slaughter Tower stood nearly three yards tall, and its doors and windows had been sealed with iron bars and plates, with no apparent gaps.
But this hardly posed a challenge to Qin Yuesheng; as long as he wished, obstacles before him were nonexistent.
As Qin Yuesheng grasped the iron door of the first layer of the Slaughter Tower, he instantly dismantled the door.
A brightly lit white room imdiately ca into view for Qin Yuesheng.
In the four corners of the room were placed copper lamps shaped as rmaids, filled with a grayish oil paste, which served as the fuel for the gentle fla on the wick.
Judging from the thickness of the dust on the Slaughter Tower’s door fra, it seed no one had entered this room for many years.
Yet the four copper lamps remained burning, not consud, reminding Qin Yuesheng of a legendary peculiar object.
Shark-oil, lamps aglow for a thousand years.
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