txolops Chapter 118 Paper Soldiers Pass Through, Bloodshed Arises
Chapter 118 Paper Soldiers Pass Through, Bloodshed Arises
Inside the main hall, golden flames filled the sky.
The scorching waves crashed against the cold stone walls.
The underground palace, which was normally never exposed to sunlight, was now illuminated as brightly as day by countless burning paper figures.
Driven by Gu Yan's will, those paper figures were endowed with the characteristics of creating things with a single thought, and with their thin paper bodies, they emitted a roar of metal clashing.
They surged forward relentlessly, like golden waves crashing against rocks, layer upon layer, fearlessly ramming against the blood-red light curtain above the crystal coffin.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle." The sound of corrosion was incessant.
The golden ash from the burning paper figures, like a golden snowfall, fell into the churning pool of blood, scalding the crimson liquid with charred holes.
Gu Yan stood in the shadow of the stone statue, his left hand covering his still bleeding shoulder, while his right hand moved rapidly in the air, as if he were manipulating a grand shadow puppet show.
In his eyes, black and white faded away, leaving only golden light and ink intertwined, a sign of the ultimate operation of the divine and demonic foundation.
"A single thought can create all things, turning the illusory into the real."
Gu Yan roared inwardly.
The spiritual energy floating in the air, and the bloody mist emanating from the blood pool, both underwent a qualitative change at this moment.
Wherever Gu Yan's gaze fell, the originally invisible smoke began to solidify, flatten, and fold.
Accompanied by a series of rapid page-turning sounds, the eerie red blood mist was forcibly transformed by this force of rules.
Millions of red paper cranes appeared out of thin air, each one with a sharp, cold glint at its edge.
With each flap of its wings, the sharp whistling that tore through the air coalesced into a deafening roar.
"go!"
Gu Yan pointed to a point.
The paper cranes, flying everywhere, turned and merged into the golden torrent of paper figures, transforming into a violent tornado of crimson and gold, which, with overwhelming force, fiercely pierced the figure in the crystal coffin who was slowly sitting up.
"A trivial skill..."
The female corpse's voice was ethereal and cold, exuding a powerful aura belonging to a high-level cultivator that made people tremble with fear.
Before long, she was able to stand up completely.
That elaborate palace dress, though worn and tattered by the passage of time, could never conceal her unparalleled elegance during her lifetime.
Her skin was as pale as cold porcelain, her eyebrows and eyes were long and thin, and her lips were devoid of any color. Only her ten fingernails were as black as ink, three inches long, and when placed in the firelight, they gleamed with a cold, metallic light.
Faced with this overwhelming offensive, she neither made any hand seals nor unleashed any magical treasures.
He simply raised that ghostly hand and casually grabbed at the void.
"Splash!"
The pool of blood beneath our feet erupted in chaos.
Several thick pillars of blood shot into the sky, twisting and condensing in mid-air, transforming into several ferocious blood pythons that opened their mouths wide and swallowed the paper cranes and paper figures that filled the sky.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A muffled explosion resounded inside the blood pythons, blasting their bodies into countless holes.
But this is a pool of blood, and the blood python has an inexhaustible supply of blood. As the blood flows, the wounds on the blood python's body are completely healed.
Gu Yan squinted, a fine layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.
This female corpse, having been dead for so many years, is still far stronger than an ordinary early-stage Golden Core cultivator. She can even fight against a late-stage Golden Core cultivator by taking advantage of this location.
He realized that the imposter he had kicked into the pool of blood was no longer moving.
That Golden Core stage body was like a high-quality coal thrown into a furnace, continuously providing the female corpse with fresh spiritual energy.
The woman's originally withered skin was changing at a visible rate. A strange flush appeared on her pale face.
She is recovering.
And it's extremely fast.
"We can't let her suck it dry!"
Gu Yan cursed inwardly, glanced at Li Qingge who was unconscious in the corner, and gritted his teeth.
If that old hag were to fully recover, we would all be fertilizer today.
"Since you insist on taking it, then I'll make you stuff yourself to death!"
Gu Yan took a deep breath, and the divine and demonic Tai Chi diagram within his body began to reverse wildly.
He no longer holds back.
The power of the paper realm, which was originally just covering the surface of the main hall, has now seeped into the cracks of reality.
"The world of paper has arrived!"
A strange fluctuation, centered on Gu Yan, swept across the entire hall in an instant.
The world has changed.
The hard white marble pillar suddenly became soft and flat, and the cloud and dragon patterns carved on it seemed to come alive, yet also resembled ink paintings on paper.
The churning pool of blood no longer had three-dimensional waves; instead, it transformed into layers of overlapping red paper cutouts.
Even the arrogant female corpse faltered for a moment.
Because she discovered that the space beneath her feet had transformed into a giant blank sheet of paper.
And Gu Yan was the one who wrote it.
"Get up, sir!"
Gu Yan suddenly lifted both hands upwards.
"Boom!"
The floor of the main hall was actually lifted up by him, just like a carpet!
The originally flat ground began to fold and curl.
The woman's footing disappeared, and as the ground rolled up, she was forcibly encased in a giant stone spring roll.
The originally flat ground began to fold and curl.
The woman's footing disappeared, and as the ground rolled up, she was forcibly encased in a giant stone spring roll.
"seal up!"
Gu Yan flicked his fingers in quick succession.
Countless golden runes appeared out of thin air, like staples, firmly nailing themselves to the edge of the rolled-up ground, sealing the female corpse inside.
This earth-shattering move directly broke the rules of physics.
But Gu Yan knew that this wouldn't hold her back for long.
Without pausing, he stepped into the void, as if walking on invisible steps, and rushed to the top of the blood pool in a few steps.
There, the imposter's body still lies at the bottom of the pool.
Gu Yan loosely clenched his right hand.
A single thought can create all things!
The silt and broken bones at the bottom of the pool were gradually pieced together.
A grayish-white paper hand, as big as a millstone, grew out of thin air from the bottom of the pool, grabbed the imposter's ankle, and flung him out of the blood pool like a radish.
"Clatter".
The imposter's half-dried-up corpse was thrown into a corner some distance away.
Deprived of its source of sustenance, the female corpse sealed within the earthen scroll let out an angry shriek.
"roar!!!"
This shriek was extremely penetrating.
"Rip!"
The enormous stone scroll that had trapped her was torn apart from the inside.
Scattered pebbles flew everywhere, and before they even hit the ground, they were transformed into gray paper butterflies by Gu Yan's rules of the paper world, and then vanished with the wind.
The female corpse broke free of the seal.
Her red robe fluttered even without wind, and her long black hair danced wildly like a venomous snake.
Those dark eyes had now turned blood red, staring intently at Gu Yan in mid-air.
"Good tactic."
"Unfortunately... this is my bedroom."
The female corpse slowly raised her hands, her ten fingers forming an ancient and obscure mudra.
"Blood Prison, open."
As her voice fell.
Gu Yan felt the paper world beneath his feet tremble violently.
The blood that he had originally assimilated into paper began to burn.
This is the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, which burns all things and is specifically designed to destroy evil spirits. Of course, it also destroys Gu Yan's seemingly evil paper-crafting technique.
Paper is most afraid of fire.
This is the ultimate truth of the Way of Heaven.
Even though Gu Yan's paper was extraordinary, it could not withstand this burning effect originating from the level of rules.
Gu Yan's face was deathly pale, his body swayed in mid-air, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"That old hag is something else."
The world he saw began to show scorch marks, a sign that the paper world was being destroyed.
If the paper world collapses, the backlash will be enough to turn him into an idiot.
A ruthless glint flashed in Gu Yan's eyes.
He suddenly abandoned all defenses, letting the karmic fire approach him.
Just as the flames were about to lick the hem of his clothes...
Gu Yan took something out of his pocket.
That's neither a magic weapon nor a talisman.
Instead, it was a tiny paper effigy, only the size of a palm, exquisitely crafted, and dressed in a miniature dragon robe.
This was a little gadget he hastily made using the demonic soul of the Iron-Winged Demon Mantis and the fire essence of the Two-Headed Flame Serpent.
"go!"
Gu Yan shouted and threw the paper figure in his hand into the raging flames.
The paper figure swells as it faces the wind.
One zhang, ten zhang, thirty zhang!
In the blink of an eye, a towering paper giant appeared in the hall.
It was clad in golden armor, had wings on its back, and was engulfed in golden flames that were completely different from the karmic fire.
That's the Dragon Ball's most yang and powerful dragon flame!
The paper giant opened its huge mouth and inhaled fiercely at the sky full of red lotus karmic fire.
"call!"
Like a whale sucking in water.
The karmic fire that was powerful enough to incinerate a cultivator's soul was actually treated as a tonic by this paper giant and swallowed whole.
"belch."
The paper giant let out a very human-like burp, exhaling a puff of black smoke.
The woman's unchanging, cold expression finally showed a hint of emotion.
She attained enlightenment through the Corpse Demon realm and is most afraid of extremely yang objects.
The aura emanating from this seemingly comical paper giant actually instilled in her an instinctive fear.
"You are... a descendant of the dragon race?"
The female corpse's voice became shrill, filled with disbelief.
"I'm your grandpa!"
Gu Yan stood on the shoulders of the paper giant, looking down at him with an air of superiority.
His face was pale; controlling such a behemoth had taken a heavy toll on him, but he still retorted, "You old hag, you'd better get back to bed and sleep, or believe me, this big thing of mine will sit on you and kill you!"
The female corpse was enraged.
"Arrogant!"
She blurred into a blood-red afterimage, rushing directly towards the paper giant's brow.
That's where Gu Yan is.
The principle of "capture the king first" has never been outdated throughout history.
She was so fast that the paper giant's enormous body couldn't react in time.
Those two pitch-black ghost claws, with a sharp edge that could tear through space, went straight for Gu Yan's throat.
Nearly.
closer.
Gu Yan could smell the musty, decaying scent emanating from her, as well as the chilling aura of death emanating from her.
But instead of dodging, a sly smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Just as the female corpse's ghostly claws were an inch away from him...
"The world of paper, folding."
Gu Yan uttered four words.
"Buzz!"
The space in front of Gu Yan folded up without warning, like a piece of paper that had been folded in half.
The female corpse's deadly attack, which was clearly aimed straight ahead, was strangely redirected backward due to the folding of space.
She felt as if she had crashed into an invisible spring wall, and was sent flying back at an even faster speed than she had come.
And along the path she flew backwards.
The paper giant, who had been waiting for a long time, swung his golden fist, which was as big as a small mountain.
"kill!"
"Bang!!!"
A deafening roar.
That punch landed squarely on the female corpse.
Golden dragon flames erupted instantly, burning her red robes to shreds.
The female corpse, like a red meteor, crashed heavily into the wall of the distant hall, creating a deep, human-shaped crater.
Gravel tumbled down, and dust billowed everywhere.
Standing on the giant's shoulders, Gu Yan gasped for breath, his spiritual energy nearly depleted.
"It should be...resolved, right?"
He stared at the deep pit, feeling uncertain about his chances.
These old monsters have ridiculously thick health bars.
really.
The smoke and dust cleared.
From that deep pit came the sound of bones grinding together.
"Crack... Crack..."
The female corpse slowly walked out.
One of her arms was twisted into a pretzel, and half of her face was charred black by the dragon flames, revealing her pale cheekbones.
It looked incredibly miserable, and even more ferocious and terrifying.
"Good...very good..."
On the remaining half of her face, a smile that looked more like a grimace appeared.
"Originally... I wanted to keep this body... waiting for that heartless man to return..."
"Since it's ruined... then use your skin... to mend it!"
Before he could finish speaking...
Her body suddenly began to swell.
It felt like countless tiny snakes were wriggling beneath the skin.
"Oh no! She's going to dismember herself!"
Gu Yan's expression changed drastically.
This madwoman is going to self-destruct her physical body and transform into an invisible and formless blood demon!
Once she completes her dismemberment, physical attacks and ordinary spells will become completely ineffective. In this closed hall, Gu Yan and Li Qingge will be lambs to the slaughter.
"We can't let her transform!"
Gu Yan's eyes sharpened.
He leaped off the giant's shoulder, his hands forming a mudra in mid-air.
"All things return to paper, demons are sealed and transformed into paintings!"
This is the ultimate mystery of the arrival of the paper world.
Forcibly reducing three-dimensional objects in the real world to two-dimensional paper paintings!
But this requires an extremely high reserve of spiritual energy.
Gu Yan took out all the spirit stones he owned and quickly absorbed them.
A visible white halo flew from his hand and enveloped the swelling female corpse.
Gu Yan's eyes cracked, and bloody tears flowed from them.
The aperture contracted rapidly.
Faced with this force of rules, the female corpse's swollen body actually began to flatten.
Her roar became muffled, as if it were separated by layer upon layer of walls.
Her three-dimensionality is disappearing.
First the limbs, then the torso, and finally the hideous face.
In the blink of an eye.
That terrifying corpse has indeed turned into a portrait floating in the air!
In the portrait, she is still baring her teeth and claws, her expression ferocious, yet she is trapped tightly in that thin piece of paper, unable to break free.
"Huff... huff..."
Gu Yan fell heavily to the ground, his internal organs churning violently.
The portrait floated down in front of him.
He reached out his hand, trembling, just about to put the sealed painting away.
However, just as his fingers touched the drawing paper...
The female corpse in the painting, which was originally frozen in time, suddenly moved her eyes.
A tiny crack appeared in the center of the drawing paper.
"Little guy...you can't hold me back..."
That chilling voice echoed directly in Gu Yan's mind.