Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2841: Chapter 136: White Bone Tomb Killing Formation (Part 2)

Iron Skill Bone looked at Lugu, then secretly glanced at Mo Hua, hesitated for a moment, then walked steadfastly to the altar in front of the giant bone tomb.

He began to dance, somewhat comical and somewhat ancient in appearance, initially like a beast, then like a bird, but at the end, he resembled a fierce beast, with a ferocious face and slightly twisted limbs, carrying a deadly determination.

Mo Hua frowned, ”What dance is this? I’ve never seen this before.”

Lugu did not answer him.

Mo Hua’s brows furrowed even tighter.

And soon, Iron Skill Bone’s dance came to a conclusion.

He took out a bone fragment, upon which he had written some prayers to the ancestors with his blood.

The bone fragment was thrown into the white bone sacrificial bowl containing the Great Chief’s heart and melted alongside the blood.

The blood characters on the bone fragment vanished, seemingly transmitted to the ancestors.

With a look of devotion and firmness, Iron Skill Bone swiftly took out a dagger and plunged it into his own heart, then collapsed onto the ground, life extinguished, breathless.

Dan Zhu, who was the young master of the Danque Tribe, changed his expression, ”Life Sacrifice?!”

Chi Feng was suddenly alarmed, immediately looked at Lugu, but discovered that Lugu had somehow already drawn the Demon Bone Cutting Knife, its sinister blade swinging toward Mo Hua, who was caught off guard.

”Daring?!”

Chi Feng clenched his right hand, grasped a spear, and blocked in front of Mo Hua.

Lugu’s eyes flashed brilliantly, and the blade’s light suddenly surged, directly striking Chi Feng’s spear, the blade’s mighty strength overpowering the spear and cutting into Chi Feng’s shoulder, leaving a deep wound.

Chi Feng suddenly understood, the true intent of Lugu’s blade was not to kill Mr. Witch, but was aimed directly at him.

Attempting to cut down Mr. Witch first, leading Chi Feng to rescue.

Then, taking advantage of Chi Feng’s urgent rescue, leaving him no time for other matters, suddenly infusing Golden Core Power to wound him.

This temporarily incapacitated Chi Feng, who was at the Golden Core Middle Stage.

Chi Feng suffered severe injuries, his heart chilled, and he sternly reprimanded:

”Lugu, what are you trying to do?”

Lugu snorted coldly, did not answer, and turned again, attempting to hack down Mo Hua.

Seeing this, Dan Zhu immediately lunged forward to save Mo Hua, but was similarly repelled by a single knife from Lugu, and then the Shugu Monsters advanced, entangling Dan Zhu.

Lugu again attacked Mo Hua.

Over two hundred surrounding Bone Heavy Armor soldiers positioned to form a blockade in front of Mo Hua.

But before they could truly surround, Adage, who had previously surrendered, led the heavy armor soldiers of the Shugubu to turn back and block them.

Danque Tribe and Shugubu, both barbarian soldiers, wearing the same heavy armor, thus slaughtered each other.

In this way, everyone who could help Mo Hua was restrained.

Lugu raised the knife again, chopping toward Mo Hua. Mo Hua could only use his movement technique to dodge.

But Lugu seemed not to truly want to deliver a killing blow, but was using the knife momentum of the Late Golden Core Stage to block Mo Hua’s path, forcing him to the bone tomb altar.

After this, Lugu stopped.

After Mo Hua stood still, he looked at the ”betraying” Adage, looked at the Iron Skill Bone who sacrificed his life, and finally turned his head, looked at Lugu, his expression calm and said:

”This setup, you’ve been planning for a long time?”

Lugu nodded, ”Yes.”

Mo Hua asked, ”You want to kill me?”

Lugu’s expression was indifferent, ”You are a Demon Monster, a mind-bewitching demon... The one who harmed my brother; perhaps it was Bone, perhaps it was the Great Chief. But the one who truly left my brother restless and without peace... is actually you. I cannot tolerate a monster playing with my brother’s corpse.”

Mo Hua asked him, ”Why not just kill me directly?”

Lugu said, ”You are not human, cannot be killed in the ’human’ way.”

”Won’t you try? What if one strike does kill me?” Mo Hua said.

Lugu shook his head.

These words from Mo Hua were clearly meant to entice him; he would not fall for the demon’s seduction and take risks.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, asked: ”Then how do you plan to kill me?”

Lugu’s expression was serious, ”I thought for a long time, and found no way, I cannot kill you. Though you are only in Foundation Establishment, your ’Demon Monster Power’ is too strong, too incredible, and even if I find a way to destroy your flesh, crush your head, sever your limbs, it would only obliterate one of your skins, not truly kill you.”

”So... I can only ask the ancestors to kill you.”

Mo Hua showed an intrigued expression, ”You can’t kill me, but your ancestors can?”

Lugu’s gaze was solemn, filled with reverence: ”The ancestors of the Shugubu have an incredible Great Witch inheritance, which can erase all existence through flesh and blood, from cause and effect. But the later generations are ignorant, this inheritance has been lost, so to kill you, we can only awaken the ancestors and have them bestow a curse, eradicating you, the demon, at the root.”

Mo Hua’s complexion visibly became a bit more serious, ”Aren’t your ancestors dead? You can awaken even that?”

Lugu was unwilling to answer because the ritual had already begun.

Iron Skill Bone completed the dance and sacrificed his Life Soul.

The White Bone Forest began to tremble, and blood color began to permeate.

From the depths of the enormous tomb, something seemed to be gradually awakening.

An oppressive feeling filled everyone’s hearts at the scene.

Suddenly, a mind-numbing curse power began to spread around.

Under Mo Hua’s feet, numerous white bone claws emerged, firmly locking his legs and limbs.

Dan Zhu’s expression changed dramatically, calling out, ”Mister!” Then activated the Vermilion Bird Profound Fire Feather Robe, his body like flowing fire, rushing towards Mo Hua, attempting to rescue him.

But halfway through, he was repelled by a slash from Lugu.

Blood at the corner of Dan Zhu’s mouth, he angrily accosted:

”Lugu, betraying Mister is a sin that cannot be forgiven!”

Lugu sneered coldly: ”Calling him Mister, didn’t you sense that this so-called Mister is not a normal person at all? Even Wang Ting’s Shaman couldn’t have his divine skills. Are you genuinely naive, or pretending to be?”

Dan Zhu’s expression turned unsightly.

Lugu coldly said: ”Or perhaps you’ve guessed in your heart, but dare not admit it?”

Dan Zhu clenched his teeth, regardless of what Lugu said, still intending to save Mo Hua.

Lugu, with a heart that cherished talent, didn’t seem willing to take Dan Zhu’s life, only said coldly:

”Don’t blame me for not warning you, the sacrifice has begun, the ancestors have awakened, this altar is the land of curse, and the white bone claws reaching from the realm of death contain ancient curse power, any mortal who touches it will die. If you don’t treasure your life, disregard the tribe’s future, you may go ahead and try.”

Dan Zhu’s expression was anxious, momentarily at a loss.

Just at this moment, Mo Hua, trapped by bone claws and unable to escape, looked at Dan Zhu indifferently and gently shook his head.

The meaning was for him not to come over.

Dan Zhu’s heart twisted.

A mysterious smile lingered at the corner of Mo Hua’s mouth, his tone gentle:

”I am the Divine Lord’s Shaman, my life belongs to the Divine Lord. If I die here, then the Divine Lord let me die. But if the Divine Lord does not let me die... no one, no curse, can kill me...”

Dan Zhu was stunned, murmuring, ”Mister...”

Lugu also furrowed his brow tightly.

And at this moment, from the depths of the White Bone Tomb, came a heart-unsettling sharp sound.

As if bones were grinding, accompanied by the sound of a coffin opening.

A dense array of white bone claws emerged from the ground, like a blooming white bone flower, layer upon layer, completely sealing Mo Hua’s body within.

With vermilion blood mist, the altar was completely shrouded.

Mo Hua took one last look at everyone, then his face was covered by bone claws, his body completely swallowed by the purple mist.

Dan Zhu, Chi Feng, and others looked anxious.

Lugu’s gaze also grew colder, only his eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter.

...

Deep within the White Bone Tomb, pitch black and gloomy, dark and sunless, completely isolated from the outside world.

At this moment, an ancient white bone coffin was opened.

From inside the coffin, crawled out a decaying body.

This body was very tall, but already rotting considerably, half being decayed flesh, and half being white bone, resembling a living bone corpse from the underworld.

Its eyeballs had also rotted away, seeing nothing, only able to fumble its way to the altar based on some memories from its lifetime, lighting the Soul Lamp and muttering something.

Its throat had also decayed, voice indistinct:

”Don’t know... years... descendants unworthy... ruined my great matters... actually disturbed me, the old ancestor... to kill for them...”

”Even in death, I can’t rest peacefully...”

”I want to see... who... demands this old ancestor to kill...”