—— Tick-tock~

    The black feathers that fell to the ground were like droplets of water, creating ripples upon ripples. In an instant, heaven and earth lost their color.

    As if a pair of pitch-black wings obscured the sun and moon, thus, the eternal night, darker than the darkest night, engulfed the entire ghost city.

    In the silence and stillness, there is a purple aura surrounding, mysterious and awe-inspiring.

    "You... it's not you... it's you..."

    Emperor Long's face turned pale with shock as he abruptly twisted his head to look, the words he was about to speak stopping mid-air, replaced by a tone of disbelief: "You, you, you, are..."

    Pei Wanyu looked straight at him without even a glance, just making a hand gesture to silence him, while the imposing pressure from all directions made Emperor Biaoquan's expression change subtly, his eyes full of confusion.

    Lu Jinan, who had pierced Fu Lin's chest with one stroke, glanced at the Master who appeared here casually. The alluring smile shown by the Master towards Lu Jinan stirred ripples in his heart.

    He immediately guessed that the Master had been secretly following him to the Ghost City from the very beginning.

    It was probably from Xia Ming's mouth that he learned about 'Medium Certification'.

    The corners of his mouth involuntarily rose into a smile, but Lu Jinan did not immediately greet the Master. Instead, he looked at Fu Lin again, indifferent to his astonishment or words. He only used 'Medium Certification' as a medium to continuously surge death energy into his body, destroying all signs of life from within outwards.

    As Fu Lin's struggle grew weaker and his golden pupils gradually dimmed, leaving only a breath of air, Lu Jinan quickly pushed the Medium Certification further into him and then let go, followed by forming hand seals with both hands.

    While there are descriptions of life and death in the Great Self-Mastery Method, there is no mention of reversing the process. For this day, he has already practiced multiple times, and now that he has the Yin-Yang energy, he will start to try it for real.

    The realm array, with death rules as its core, emerged from beneath his feet and then enveloped Fu Lin's entire body.

    The Yin-Yang spirits transformed Fu Lin's soul, allowing the once-dead soul to remain in the human world. It appeared to be a spirit of death, but in terms of legal principles, it became 'alive'.

    Fu Lin's dragon body was eroded by the death energy, his body, blood, and even his clothes were completely eroded by the death energy, thus dying. This is 'dying'.

    In this way, life and death stand side by side.

    Lu Jinan focused intently on the incantation, and after unfolding the death rules, the dark death energy gradually enveloped Fu Lin, gradually revealing a dense array of death spells that sank into his flesh and blood. Everything, including his clothes, was eroded into a lifeless black.

    Like a black tornado, the death energy enveloped Fu Lin, and from his forehead, some grayish misty Yin-Yang qi leaked out to begin absorbing Fu Lin's former spirit system.

    Lu Jinan's gaze grew increasingly calm, and the speed of his hand seals quickened.

    If one must say so, his spell is similar to the Reincarnation of the Unclean Land, but different from the Reincarnation of the Unclean Land. Unlike it, Fu Lin's soul has already become a lifeless Yin-Yang qi without self-awareness, and his body is also his original body.

    Moreover, his spell can not only preserve the strength of the deceased in their previous life but also retain their cultivation ability - that is to say, it's not a one-time consumable.

    Thud!

    With Lu Jinan's spell completion, the Medium Certification flew out of Fu Lin's chest, but Fu Lin was still taken aback and fell to the ground with a "thud", seemingly the spell had failed.

    Lu Jinan watched Fu Lin who had fallen to the ground without a hint of emotion. He could clearly feel that his soul in the sea of consciousness was Yin-Yang qi, and his dragon body was completely eroded by death energy, without any conflict in 'life and death coexistence'.

    "Stand up." Lu Jinan issued the command.

    Fu Lin opened his gray eyes, slowly standing up from the ground, surrounded by death energy.

    In the operation of the death rules, spiritual power turned into death energy, similar to spiritual power becoming sword qi for sword cultivators.

    Fu Lin knelt on one knee, silent and unspoken.

    His Yin-Yang qi and death energy all come from Lu Jinan, and Lu Jinan is his master.

    Like Fengdu Emperor is the sovereign of the Primordial Void.

    Lu Jinan did not speak, but he pointed his finger towards the sky. Fu Lin immediately shot up into the sky, transforming into a giant dragon enveloped in death energy.

    Lu Jinan raised his head and controlled this zombie dragon to change in size, performing spells until the transformation of spiritual energy could not keep up with the consumption of death energy, he finally stopped.

    And at this point, Lu Jinan's expression finally relaxed. The plan he had conceived over one and a half years ago... accomplished!

    The corner of his mouth involuntarily lifted into a smile. Lu Jinan pressed his right hand, and the zombie dragon in the sky dived down, shrinking to the size of a youth before plunging into the space vortex on the ground, disappearing without a trace.

    That was Lu Jinan's independent space, created by elevating his spatial power to 'Mount Jiazi', and at this moment, the space was filled with death energy.

    The space, created by combining death rules and space rules, can accommodate the zombie dragon.

    Unfortunately, due to Lu Jinan's insufficient cultivation, he had to shrink the zombie dragon in order for it to reside in the death energy space.

    After completing all of this, Lu Jinan had just taken a breath when a sweet fragrance suddenly appeared by his side, followed by his left hand, which was covered in blood. A gentle hand, dyed with red nail polish, gently held it, expressing care and reprimand: "You silly apprentice, why did you have to block it when you could have easily dodged it with spatial law?"

    Lu Jinan obediently said, "I just wanted to test the current strength of my body."

    "Contending with the Dragon tribe?" Pei Wanyu gently patted her precious apprentice's left hand, relieved to find that his injury had healed almost completely, then looked at him scoldingly: "Even the elderly generation of body cultivators who are still alive dare not do this, let alone someone who is a level below him."

    "I have control," Lu Jinan reassured him: "He's not alive anymore, right?"

    "You have control, but I was quite worried," Pei Wanyu said, pulling his left hand into her arms. With the rise and fall of her breath, Lu Jinan's fingertip just barely grazed the collar: "Next time…"

    Before the Master could finish speaking, Lu Jinan, looking at her enchanting face, softly said, "The apprentice has grown up."

    "Different from 'growing up'~" Pei Wanyu gently drew her apprentice's hand with her index finger: "Master says you are grown up when you grow up, right?"

    "This may not be up to the Master," Lu Jinan said, looking up towards the Dragon Emperor who had stood up not far away and had twin horns on his head.

    The ability of the Dragon race to shape-shift of course can be identical to humans, but they deliberately retain dragon horns to show their status as the prestigious race of dragons.

    Emperor Biaoquan's gaze lingered on Lu Jinan's face for a moment before shifting to Pei Wanyu. He was about to speak when Pei Wanyu glanced at him sideways: "Do you have anything else?"

    Emperor Biaoquan remained silent, he wanted to retrieve the dragon corpse, after all, the dragon corpse is extremely precious, and it is also the face of the dragon tribe. But...

    Fu Lin's death was due to his inferior skill, and his inability to return the dragon corpse was also due to his inferior skill.

    Although it wouldn't be easy to explain when he went back, the gains were greater.

    Emperor Biaoquan's eyes flicked, he bowed to Pei Wanyu and said, "Maybe I will visit the 'Ten Thousand Ways' Sect again."

    With that, he transformed into a Blue Dragon and soared into the sky, vanishing among the clouds.

    Lu Jinan surprisedly looked at his teacher's seductive profile and wondered, thinking that the Dragon Race were so proud, even when encountering stronger human cultivators, they would at best maintain a level attitude, how could they show such respect to their teacher?

    What is the background of his teacher?

    Or is it that the Master is not human?

    But that's not right. Although demon qi and spirit power originate from the same source, there is still a gap. When I was a child, I saw Master outperforming the demon qi with clearly more peaceful spirit power...

    "Teacher, you..."

    Lu Jinan was about to speak when he was embraced by Pei Wanyu. His back was pressed against her, and his face was buried in the soft and fragrant cheeks that he had rarely felt since he was fifteen years old.

    He couldn't breathe...

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