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Next, a shadowy figure of a colossal azure fire tortoise emerged from the ground. On its back lay an ancient Bagua seal.

"Boom!"

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A vast aura emanated outwards, so imposing that even Han Qiu could only retreat.

"Sister actually used the ancient method of the Xuanwu Clan, stomping on the ground and raising her head to the sky, creating a world of her own." Zhang Ruochen nodded lightly.

According to legend, Xuanwu was one of the first creatures born when heaven and earth were first created. It used its own body to support a side of the world.

"Ghosts and specters of the underworld, hear my call! Gates of hell, open now!"

She bit her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Blood suspended in mid-air, gradually dispersing and opening, condensing into a blood-red ghost gate.

Blood imbued with the power of darkness, interwoven with dark rules, forms slender chains that pierce through space and connect with the underworld.

From behind the Ghost Gate, countless ghosts and ghouls burst forth, forming an army of specters. In addition to this, powerful corpses also crossed the Ghost Gate, invading the Azure Dragon Ruins Realm.

"Wow!"

A bone dragon several thousand meters long flew out, emanating an aura of evil comparable to that of a beast king, circling in the sky.

Actually, Han Qiu only managed to cultivate the Dark Body to its peak before she could freely travel between the yang and yin realms, and summon ghosts and spirits to serve her.

But the yellow smoke and dust put a lot of pressure on her, forcing her to consume a large amount of blood and forcefully open the Ghost Gate to summon a battalion of Yin soldiers.

Han Qiu's face was growing paler and paler, his blood loss becoming increasingly severe. He couldn't bear the strain any longer.

Thus, she immediately retracted her hands and gracefully descended to the top of the dragon's head. Facing the biting cold wind, she resembled a peerless witch, staring at the yellow smoke dust across from her.

With the support of dark power gone, the Ghost Gate immediately closed.

The real battle has just begun.

...rt Art Buddha Master received the true teachings from the Zen Ancestor of Death, and also refined a vast amount of divine blood and bone. He has read through tens of thousands of Buddhist scriptures,...