Chapter 862: Ghost King Zhao Fu, 800 Li of Ghost Ridge

Zhao Fu’s figure turned illusory.

At the same time, the aura on his body was skyrocketing madly.

The Yin Qi between Heaven and Earth was crazily converging onto his body.

Zhao Fu wiped the blood off the longsword in his hand.

True Essence poured into Yu Lin’s body, rapidly helping him heal his injuries.

At the same instant, Zhao Fu’s aura broke through its bottleneck.

The overcast clouds in the sky pushed aside the Demon Cloud.

The Cold Flood Dragon rapidly transformed into human form.

With boundless shock and uncertainty, he stared at the illusory white-clothed figure before him.

At the same time, he reached out in terror as if trying to grab something.

“Netherworld, Netherworld Power, no.”

“You’re not of the Demon Race, just who are you!”

The wound on the Cold Flood Dragon King’s abdomen healed at great speed.

The trace of Sword Intent remaining on the wound made his heart tremble.

Zhao Fu lowered his gaze, confirming that Yu Lin was fine.

The Jiao Dragon was like a snake.

Most of the time, it directly swallowed its prey whole.

And Yu Lin was equivalent to a great medicine; naturally, eating him alive would yield the best effect.

It was clearly not a good time to break through right now.

Only then did Zhao Fu manage, by sheer luck, to rescue Yu Lin.

“It’s just that…”

Zhao Fu looked coldly at the Cold Flood Dragon King.

This alone was enough for Zhao Fu to sentence the Cold Flood Dragon King to death in his heart!

At this moment the Cold Flood Dragon King no longer cared about Yu Lin at all.

He had spent an enormous amount of effort.

He had used massive resources to open the Nether Ice Stone.

And he had been continuously absorbing the power of the Netherworld from within.

He had paid countless prices just to quickly break through to that critical point, so he could better absorb the Nether Qi.

But now…

A vast amount of Yin Qi was being absorbed by that white-clothed man opposite him.

Those strands of Nether Qi that had previously responded to him with cold indifference now seemed to have found their master, plunging toward him without the slightest reserve.

The Cold Flood Dragon King’s pupils turned red.

“I don’t care what you are! I’ll have you dead!”

The Jiao Dragon surged up from the ground.

Feng Yuan surged!

“I am a Ghost Cultivator.”

Zhao Fu raised his hand, and a ribbon-like sword light pierced straight through the Jiao Dragon’s center.

This sword strike was something Zhao Fu had comprehended from the Heaven and Earth Sword.

Only, what he borrowed was not the Power of Heaven and Earth.

But the boundless potential of his own fleshly body.

Burning the body, turning it into a brilliant sword.

This method of utilizing power far surpassed those so-called self-detonations.

But in essence it was still a self-detonation, which made it seem rather tasteless.

Yet with slight improvements, it could become a Life Burning Skill that Body Cultivators could use as a trump card without staking their entire lives.

But for Zhao Fu.

He no longer had any need to improve it.

“Flesh and blood are bitterly weak.”

“The Yang God is eternal.”

This was a phrase the Ancestral Spirit often had on his lips.

In this life, however, Zhao Fu had not chosen the Yang God’s path, but instead Physical Soldier Resolution and transformation into a Ghost Cultivator.

“Although I don’t know where you found that Human Race flying sword.”

“You actually want to rely on that to deal with a powerful Jiao Dragon.”

“You truly are, daydreaming!”

The Cold Flood Dragon’s eyes were filled with rage.

A dragon claw suddenly seized the flying sword.

With a single grab, surging Demon Power instantly crushed the flying sword to powder.

Zhao Fu’s eyes, however, showed little fluctuation.

This sword strike was a killing move.

It was merely a killing move at the Heartbeat Realm.

Zhao Fu had originally intended to continue walking the Cultivation Dao.

Yet the defects in his fleshly body severely restricted him.

Thus, at the critical moment, Zhao Fu directly chose Physical Soldier Resolution, turning the final strength at the moment of Physical Soldier Resolution into that one sword.

“In this life, my body truly was too restricted.”

“With the body’s constraints, I could not go to the Star Sea to mend the Innate, but I could still walk the Yang God Path.”

“It’s just a pity I never got that chance.”

Zhao Fu lowered his gaze and glanced at the shattered flying sword on the ground.

The Yang God Path had many restrictions.

First, one had to cultivate the Yin Spirit from the very start of cultivation; at the Yin Spirit stage, battle power was very poor.

If one wanted to switch from being a Cultivator to the Yang God Path, one would first need exceptionally strong Divine Soul Talent, and secondly a Yang God powerhouse like the Ancestral Spirit to watch over them.

And Houtu forged the Netherworld.

The Ancestral Spirit observed the workings of Heaven and Earth and created the Ghost Cultivation Path.

Ghost Cultivators and Yang Gods were alike in that they no longer had a fleshly body.

But Ghost Cultivation could be a Cultivator’s second life, while the Yang God was an entirely different path.

Ghost Cultivators cultivated Yin Attribute Skills, walking a left-hand path.

The Yang God existed in the world as something vast and upright.

The two each had their own advantages and disadvantages.

Their techniques naturally also differed in many ways.

In this life Zhao Fu possessed a Cold Yin Talent, and choosing the cold Yin direction of the Cultivation Dao was an excellent choice.

The second option was this Ghost Cultivation Path.

His Cold Yin Talent provided him more help on the Ghost Cultivation Path than his Divine Soul Talent.

“For me, flesh and blood truly are bitterly weak.”

The onrushing Demon Qi seemed as though it would crush everything.

That razor-sharp Demon Qi was less than a foot away from Zhao Fu.

Yet there was not the slightest trace of surprise on Zhao Fu’s face.

“Without the fleshly body, nearly all bottlenecks that restricted me have vanished.”

“My realm should be called… Ghost King.”

The dragon claw tore apart the white-clothed figure.

Yet that white-clothed figure was Piaomiao and formless, like an illusory moon in water, reappearing in place almost instantly.

More and more Yin Qi poured into Zhao Fu’s body.

Zhao Fu’s aura grew stronger and stronger.

“Damn it, ever since he appeared, his aura has been constantly rising.”

“Just what kind of monster is this!”

The Cold Flood Dragon was shocked in his heart.

But his face showed even more anger.

“Jiao Dragon Break!”

An ice-blue light sphere gathered in the Cold Flood Dragon’s mouth, turning into a beam of light in an instant as it blasted forth.

Zhao Fu’s figure changed, as though stretched out in that instant.

The parts of his body that slightly touched the beam were scattered.

“Physical methods are almost ineffective, but energy methods still retain their killing power?”