Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

"Clang!"

Facing the onslaught of the blade aura, Lin Feng reacted with exceptional speed, summoning the Black Dragon Sword to block the strike.

The Fire Kirin, meanwhile, swiped with its beast claw.

Though the Fire Kirin's divine power had dried up, its physical body was terrifyingly powerful, far more formidable than many magical treasures.

When the Fire Kirin's claw collided with the slashing blade aura, it successfully fended off the attack.

Whoosh whoosh!

Two figures rushed forward rapidly.

They were a pair of cultivators brandishing Blood Blades, dressed in Blood Robes.

"Cultivators?" Lin Feng exclaimed in shock.

"No, Blood Corpses!" the Fire Kirin said. "These are dead people who have been refined into corpses, transformed into Blood Corpses. It's an extremely cruel method, typically something forces of the Demon Dao would resort to. I suspect this place must be very ancient. Considering the Azure Cloud Sect has been established here for over a hundred thousand years, this site must date back to before then."

As the Fire Kirin finished speaking, the two Blood Corpses charged at them, wielding their battle blades and slashing towards Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin.

"Binding Skill!"

Lin Feng unleashed a Spirit Array Skill.

Swoosh...

A dense web of spiritual patterns intertwined, ensnaring the two Blood Corpses and suddenly restraining their movements.

Lin Feng cleaved at one of the Blood Corpses with his sword, and with a squelch, severed its head.

The Fire Kirin went on to snap the neck of the second Blood Corpse.

The bodies of the two Blood Corpses fell, and Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin looked deeper, only to see a vast underground castle.

Perhaps it had been too long since anyone had come here, as the place exuded a cold and eerie aura.

Lin Feng frowned slightly and said, "This place has a chilling atmosphere; it feels very scary."

"There must be some good stuff buried here," the Fire Kirin remarked.

The two entered the castle.

But just at that moment, a blood-colored light surged out from within the castle, and a gust of cold wind started to howl.

"Swoosh swoosh..."

Thousands of Blood Corpses appeared, a frightening sight indeed.

Lin Feng's and the Fire Kirin's faces turned extremely unsightly at the sight of those Blood Corpses.

"Run!"

The Fire Kirin shouted, dashing deeper into the castle.

Whoosh.

Lin Feng was even faster, quickly overtaking the Fire Kirin.

"Damn..."

The Fire Kirin rolled its eyes in frustration.

Roar, roar, roar...

A deep roar came from behind as a dense swarm of Blood Corpses pursued them rapidly. The dread and horror exuding from them gave Lin Feng the feeling of plummeting into an endless purgatory, as if facing a crowd of evil ghosts.

These Blood Corpses had hardly any difference from evil ghosts.

"How can there be so many Blood Corpses, what exactly are they guarding?" Lin Feng's expression was extremely grave.

As the Fire Kirin had said, Demon Dao experts refined Blood Corpses in order to guard something.

Even after the Demon Dao expert died, the Blood Corpses would continue to exist, continuing to guard what they were supposed to protect.

"It must be something extraordinary; I have a feeling it's deep within the castle," the Fire Kirin called out.

Swoosh swoosh...

Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin raced towards the depths, with the Blood Corpse Army hot on their heels, swinging their Blood Blades and slashing towards Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin up ahead.

Hum.

An overwhelming tide of bloody blade auras converged, sweeping over like a blanket across the sky, bombarding Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin.

Feeling the presence behind them, Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin's complexions changed drastically, knowing that if they were struck, death would be certain.

"The Ancient Saint Emperor Qiongqi Avatar emerges," Lin Feng roared aloud.

"Roar."

The Qiongqi Avatar materialized, its colossal body shielding Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin in front of it.

Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin concealed themselves behind the towering presence of the Ancient Saint Emperor's Qiongqi Avatar.

Clang, clang, clang...

A dense barrage of attacks bombarded the body of the Qiongqi Avatar, instantly producing a chorus of resounding metallic clashes.

Not a single one of the cascading blade lights managed to penetrate the body of the Qiongqi Avatar.

However, the mighty impact still sent the Qiongqi Avatar flying away, along with Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin, who were hiding behind it.

Lin Feng felt as though he had been viciously struck by an ancient giant mountain.

He was flung into the air, his Qi-Blood churning, nearly spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The assault of the thousands of blood corpses was terrifying; even if the blows did not hit him or the Fire Kirin directly, the shockwave alone nearly injured Lin Feng.

"Let's go."

Lin Feng shouted softly, the Fire Kirin leaping onto his shoulder as Lin Feng summoned his Golden Body Feathered Wings, rapidly flying deeper into the fray.

Swoosh.

The Qiongqi Avatar flew behind them, guarding Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin.

"Screeee..."

As Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin reached the deeper area, they suddenly heard a sharp, piercing cry.

Countless dark figures appeared, clothed in pitch-black robes, extending ghastly pale claws, with only their grim green eyes visible, lunging at Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin.

"This is bad, these are ghosts! They are terrifying creatures forged by Demon Dao experts who have extracted cultivators' souls for their dark rituals. These ghosts are like evil spirits—wicked and practically undying."

Seeing the ghosts rushing out from the depths, the Fire Kirin looked extremely grave.

"Screeee." The sky was blanketed with a horde of ghosts swooping down on Lin Feng and the Fire Kirin, their ghostly energy engulfing the area, turning it into a world akin to hell.

This truly was a spine-chilling scene, as if countless fierce ghosts were on the attack.

"We're doomed," the Fire Kirin screamed in despair.

"Swoosh."

At this dire moment, Lin Feng summoned a treasure.

It was a Buddha Bone Relic he had obtained in the Ancient God Demon Battlefield.

"Om mani padme hum, well said, well said!"

Once the Buddha Bone Relic was conjured by Lin Feng, it orbited above him as an endless stream of golden light burst forth.

Bathed in resplendent gold, an old monk sat crossed-legged within the relic, hands in prayer, chanting Buddhist sutras.

Suddenly, the Buddha Light spread in all directions.

Upon contact with the Buddha Light,

A hissing sound emitted, and the ghosts started to exude black smoke.

As if ignited by the Buddha Light, the bodies of the ghosts began to burn.

"Screeee." The mass of ghosts scattered frantically in all directions.

Swoosh.

Lin Feng accelerated, reaching the inner depths of the castle. There, beneath the raging subterranean flames, a massive cauldron was positioned, its energy interwoven, encasing a pitch-black Beast Egg.

"A Beast Egg! The Blood Corpse Army and the Ghost Army were guarding this egg; it must be extraordinary," the Fire Kirin exclaimed in awe.

"Let's seize it first," Lin Feng said, dashing towards the Beast Egg. As he approached the cauldron, a world-shattering essence surged forth at that moment.

Above the cauldron, a ten-thousand-meter-tall phantom took shape, a man in black robes, like an immortal Heavenly God standing in the void, his narrow eyes coldly looking down at Lin Feng.

"How dare you."

That icy voice suddenly rang out.

On hearing that sound, Lin Feng felt as if struck by lightning, "Wa," he vomited blood violently.