Chapter 353: The Five-Lightning Spell! Terrifying Ghost Tale! The Lu Residence!
Two terrifying auras rampaged through Fengdu as they radiated immense pressure. Unable to trace the aura of the Azure Wood Immortal Vine, the two powerful ghostly beings began fighting again!
Rumble! A deafening sound echoed between heaven and earth.
At this moment, Li Yanchu had already entered the ancient city. This city had the same layout as towns in the human world, with three vertical and two horizontal main streets. Mist coiled around the streets, shrouding everything in haziness.
Having learned from past experience, this time Li Yanchu directly activated the Clearheart Jade Pendant, and a surge of vigorous spiritual power poured into his body, strengthening his Daoist arts and powers.
Spirit Eyes! Qi Sight! Art of Pursuit!
At this time, strands of aura drifted past his vision, and most were fierce, venomous, and filled with resentment. After a short while, a faint wisp of aura floated by on the wind from the north of the city.
Li Yanchu finally steadied his mind. As he searched for traces of Fang Qinglan within this eerie ancient city, he wasn’t completely confident he would find her. Now that he had found Fang Qinglan’s aura, he immediately moved, displaying his ultimate footwork to dart through the city.
He sped up until he reached the north, where Fang Qinglan’s aura grew stronger and stronger, leading to a grand estate called Lu Residence.
Seeing this, Li Yanchu halted, while his brows furrowed slightly. Through the Spirit Eyes and Qi Sight, he could see that the Lu Residence was shrouded in a black mist, emanating a sinister, unholy presence. It was an ominous and baleful place!
“Such dense corpse-qi.” Li Yanchu prepared to storm straight into the Lu Residence and drag her out.
Suddenly, a headless corpse burst out from a hidden alley. From its attire, it seemed to have once been an adult man, but unfortunately, someone had chopped off his head.
At this moment, the corpse radiated a suffocatingly dense aura of malice. Its clothes were tattered, and its body was smeared with black soil. This was the foul earth unique to Fengdu, suffused with corpse-qi, baleful qi, and lingering ghostly resentment. The surrounding mists, infused with the peculiar aura of Fengdu’s deadly creatures, trembled.