Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1597: Chapter 665: Chun Yangzi vs. Liang Ming

Cloud Beast’s movement froze.

Sun Lingtong grinned: "Qing Chi, slash at its right knee. Don’t hack the head; the head is hard, the knee is soft."

Qing Chi had already pounced.

Her figure was like a streak of blue-black flame, the short blade cutting at an angle with ghost energy. The blade landed at the junction of the cloud patterns on the right knee, making a crisp sound. The knee glowed white before cracking.

The Cloud Beast like a rhinoceros half-knelt.

Its chest’s cloud patterns suddenly brightened, a heavy demonic power exploded within, trying to propel Sun Lingtong away.

Sun Lingtong’s eyelids twitched, slid down its back like greased lightning, sticking a Yellow Paper Talisman on its waist as he landed.

"Run!" Once he said to run, they did, not hesitating for a moment.

Qing Chi was stunned for an instant, then swiftly turned and dashed away.

The next moment, the rhinoceros-like Cloud Beast exploded, its cloud patterns detonating into countless red iron sparks, blossoming in midair.

Sun Lingtong and Qing Chi sprinted side by side, suddenly halting.

In front, the Cloud Road surged, Cloud Beasts appeared once more.

But this time, there were two of them.

Sun Lingtong’s eyes gleamed, Divine Sense Transmission: "Qing Chi, it’s time to test you, hold off one of them first."

For Qing Chi, this was definitely a daunting task. But the Ghost Clan girl showed no sign of retreat, only whispering in her heart: "All for the young master!"

She acted first, pouncing directly.

Sun Lingtong: "Hehe!"

He felt excited and followed closely behind.

An entire day and night passed.

The door to the quiet room opened, Pure Yangzi stepped out slowly.

His Red Gold Taoist Robe was as clean as new, his brow and eyes as calm as a still deep pool, without any impatience.

The Bright Heart Evil Mirror hung beside him, its mirror surface bright like freshly polished jade.

The Three-hour Sun Dial revolved slowly around him, morning, noon, and dusk sunlight flashing intermittently.

The Yang Fish delicately swayed its tail beside him, spreading a layer of warm golden light, like fragmented gold on the earth.

The elders had been waiting for some time, and upon seeing Pure Yangzi, they all paid their respects.

Pure Yangzi nodded indifferently, looking up at the sky, activating his divine sense; a golden chariot emerged from the clouds.

Golden wheels rolled across the sky, emitting a rumbling noise, it was the Noon Sun Patrol Vehicle!

Pure Yangzi boarded the vehicle and flew away from the spot.

Pure Yang Peak appeared to glow like a midday sun rising rapidly, then breaking through the sky.

The Dawu Sky Platform atop the Martial Arts Arena suspended above the Divine Sea, open on three sides, with the Red Sun Ore Vein buried beneath, when midday sunlight directly fell, the whole stone platform glowed like a furnace, even shadows were forced to shrink into little black dots at one’s feet.

Standing on this stone platform, Pure Yangzi seemed to be in his own half dojos. Below, every inch of earth energy surged for him; above, every ray of sunlight helped him accumulate strength.

The Five Battles Martial Arts agreement had reached its final battle!

At high noon, Pure Yangzi was the first to enter the field.

Positioned atop the Noon Sun Patrol Vehicle, golden wheels rolled suspended, the glittering Pure Yang light cast down, illuminating the Dawu Sky Platform grandly, every surface detail on the platform was revealed.

Liang Ming stood alone at the other end of the platform, dressed in a gray-black robe, and the earth-yellow vertical mark on his brow like a tomb nail embedded deeply, his aura as grave as an old coffin buried under the earth.

Pure Yangzi lowered his gaze on him, the three thousand scriptures of the Pure Yang Pill Scripture recited, echoing majestically across the Martial Arts Arena: "Who are you, report your name."

Liang Ming raised his gaze to the sky, eyes calm as a well: "Pure Yangzi Daoist friend, you may call me the True Monarch of the Netherworld Tomb."

As he finished speaking, the bell tolled.

Pure Yangzi squinted slightly, taking the initiative.

The Noon Sun Patrol Vehicle ascended sharply, the light of the day’s first circuit lit the field.

In an instant, golden light poured down like a waterfall, engulfing the whole Dawu Sky Platform in a blinding golden sea.

Liang Ming’s gray-black robe whipped wildly as if torn by a gale, protective Yin Qi hissed against the heat like boiling oil meeting water, even the cuff edges rolled into fine scorch marks.

Liang Ming took out the Yellow Spring Shovel; just lifted, Pure Yangzi stepped off the vehicle, becoming a streak of gold light almost instantly before Liang Ming.

Midday Shadowless Step!

Nine Yang Locking Finger!

Pure Yangzi approached Liang Ming, the first finger descended, gold light condensed at the fingertips, aimed directly at Liang Ming’s brow.

Liang Ming had to retreat, simultaneously defending with the shovel, its edge collided with the finger light.

Bang.

A deep explosive sound like thunder in a ravine.

Liang Ming’s wrist sank, pushed backward by the impact, retreating several steps, cracking the stone platform underfoot into spider-web like fractures.

Pure Yangzi’s second finger followed swiftly!

Liang Ming remained calm, unwilling to engage in a direct clash, then a Mysterious Earth Coin emerged from his sleeve.

The Mysterious Earth Coin fell on the ground, quickly turning into a coin eye from which a small area of gray-white earth glow emerged.

The earth glow rose, blocking Pure Yangzi’s second finger, instantly reduced to ashes but succeeded in deflecting the finger’s force slightly.

Liang Ming took the opportunity to retreat, dropping a Mysterious Earth Coin from his sleeve with each step.

Those coins smoked upon falling onto the Red Gold Stone Platform, igniting without fire to form coin eyes on the ground.

From the coin eyes, gray-white earth glow continued to erupt.

The outer cultivators saw this and knew Liang Ming was setting up a battle arena.

"Choosing this setting, Pure Yangzi has too much of a geographic advantage; can Liang Ming successfully set it up?" This was the question haunting everyone.

Liang Ming concentrated his energy on setting up the arena, exposing vulnerabilities.

Nine Yang Gate-Crossing Finger!

Chuanyangzi’s third finger descended, and Liang Ming’s shoulder exploded with a wound.

Liang Ming groaned, his heart tightened: "Even the Gray Embryo Earth Robe couldn’t block it? His finger strike’s power has increased so fiercely?"

Liang Ming firmed up his tactics, and by manipulating his divine sense, he cleverly used his own blood, integrating it into the nearby coin’s eye.

In the next moment, a Nascent Soul appeared above Liang Ming’s head.

The Nascent Soul was entirely dark yellow, like clay molded, holding a small Earth Talisman with both hands. Under the intense light, the little infant’s face was tense.

The Nascent Soul murmured, "The dark earth below, the dead bones in my embrace. Summon the Bone-Clutching Child, guard my first tomb!"

The stone platform collapsed with a roar, and a lopsided Yin Tomb emerged from the crack, with a snippet of a child’s arm bone eerily white planted in front of the tomb.

The child arm bones reached outwards, pulling the Bone-Clutching Child out quickly.

He crawled from the tomb, holding a long white bone in his arms, his eye sockets void like two bottomless small wells, his laughter sharp as porcelain scraping glass: "Heeheehee."

Ghosts wailing and gods howling!

The sound waves surged, forming a massive impact.

Chuanyangzi groaned, stepping back, interrupting his continuous techniques.

He mobilized his divine sense, taking out the Bright Heart Evil Mirror and hung it on his chest, its mirror light radiating, covering the Bone-Clutching Child.

The Bone-Clutching Child was smoking all over, and the sound waves ceased abruptly.

Chuanyangzi’s thoughts raced like lightning, quickly making a decision in his Divine Sea.

He repositioned the Nine Yang Gate-Crossing Finger, the first finger shook bones like a bell toll, the second finger was fierce as an axe chop, the third finger sharp as an arrow piercing the heart, three fingers in succession, not aimed at Liang Ming, nor the Bone-Clutching Child, but at the Yin Tomb.

"What a keen judgment!" Liang Ming’s pupils contracted slightly, a bright gleam flashed through them, "But if it’s so easily broken by you, I might as well admit defeat."

Liang Ming was very confident in his techniques.

Sure enough, the next moment, the Bone-Clutching Child hugged the tomb tightly, knocking the white bone onto the ground, and pale bone spikes emerged from the crack like bamboo shoots breaking through the earth!

Chuanyangzi used his divine sense to detect these sharp bone spikes and decisively chose to retreat, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.

After pulling away, he was about to strike the fourth finger, but Liang Ming’s Yellow Spring Shovel swept in.

After a bout of entanglement, the fifth finger deviated, breaking the series.

What followed was a stalemate battle.

Chuanyangzi consistently held the advantage.

The Red Sun Ore Vein of Dawu Sky Platform, together with the Heavenly Morning Heavenly Patrol Day Method Vehicle, subtly aligned, providing Chuanyangzi immense geographic advantage.

Liang Ming was pressed hard, finding it difficult to breathe, constantly getting injured.

He took advantage of each injury, each shovel of earth, and every dropped Mysterious Earth Coin, slowly expanding the foundation of the first tomb.

Time passed slowly, the two fought from noon till night.

Outside, moonlight shone on the cloud sea, but Dawu Sky Platform was forcibly held at noon by the Noon Sky Divine Vehicle.

Chuanyangzi was wary of the Heaven-reaching Hook, maintaining the initiative, striving to attack the Yin Tomb.

The Bone-Clutching Child was a summoned god, his form gradually fainting.

Liang Ming continuously healed himself, but the burns on his shoulder and chest, branded like an iron seal, couldn’t be removed anytime soon.

Seeing the first Yin Tomb about to be breached, Liang Ming had no choice but to take out a handful of Yin Soil and sprinkle it inside.

The quality of the Yin Soil was excellent, astonishingly at the Nascent Soul level. Once sprinkled, it instantly merged, repairing the broken parts of the Yin Tomb.

Bolstered by this, the Bone-Clutching Child immediately became vigorous.

Seizing the opportunity, Liang Ming decisively retreated, creating distance from Chuanyangzi.

Chuanyangzi was slightly taken aback; Liang Ming’s move seemed to leave the Yin Tomb for him to attack freely, making it hard for Chuanyangzi to decide whether to abandon the Yin Tomb to chase Liang Ming or to focus on attacking the Yin Tomb and temporarily neglect Liang Ming.

Chuanyangzi possessed the Three-Time Yang Body Technique, allowing him to split into three avatars, typically the right choice at this time. However, Chuanyangzi did not do so.

He pondered briefly and chose to continue striking the Yin Tomb, temporarily setting aside Liang Ming.

The Bone-Clutching Child fortified itself in the Yin Tomb, mounting a counterattack against Chuanyangzi.

On the other side, seeing Chuanyangzi’s choice, Liang Ming’s face lit up with joy and began the second summoning: "Dusk returns to the well, the lone lamp hides the Yang. Summon the Light-Hiding Tomb Woman, protect my second tomb!"

A second Yin Tomb erupted.

Chuanyangzi’s face tensed, and he immediately attempted a long-range spell attack to obstruct.

Liang Ming was equally decisive, directly deploying the magic treasure Dusk Well Pot.

Dusk flowed from the pot like well water, spreading over the stone platform like a dark veil.

Chuanyangzi’s spell’s Yang Fire surged forth, like furious tides crashing against the shore, burning away most of the dusk veil.

But under such protection, the second Yin Tomb stood tall.

The Underworld Deity Light-Hiding Tomb Woman emerged from the tomb shadow, draped in mourning clothes like frost and snow, holding a flameless black lamp in both hands.

She slowly raised her head, the black lamp swayed slightly, and a line of light from the Noon Sky Divine Vehicle was snatched away.

Thus swaying back and forth, the noonday sunlight in the martial arts arena noticeably waned.

Chuanyangzi took a deep breath and launched a magnificent spell again, unleashing blazing Yang Fire, fiercely burning.

The two Yin Tombs resonated remotely, Liang Ming resisting with all his might.

The Yellow Spring Shovel in his hand turned red, like iron in a furnace, and the Gray Embryo Earth Robe on his body surface inflated with a gray-white fetal membrane, like blisters on skin soaked in boiling water.

Liang Ming’s wounds increased again, but ultimately fended off this fierce wave of attack from Chuanyangzi.

The first night passed, he successfully established two Yin Tombs, regaining part of the geographic advantage.

"Chuanyangzi is wary of the Heaven-reaching Hook, fighting with tied hands and feet."

"What means is Liang Ming going to employ? He set up two Yin Tombs and summoned two Little Gods of the Netherworld, what’s his intention?"

The audience recognized Chuanyangzi’s mindset but couldn’t figure out Liang Ming’s tactics.

Information about Liang Ming had always been very scarce.