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Necropolis Immortal - Chapter 1751: Hostage
Immortal Amidst Snow in July6-8 minutes 08.11.2022
When Lu Yun told Xie Tianxun about the interment of heaven and earth, hoping for some pointers from the man, Xie Tianxun blinked dazedly.
“Where did you learn this layout from?” he asked blankly.
“The Dragonquake Scripture,” Lu Yun responded candidly.
“I see
 and that’s where you’ve learned all of your feng shui layouts and way of burial, right?” Xie Tianxun frowned and fell silent.
“Yes,” Lu Yun nodded. “Do you want to learn the Dragonquake Scripture too?”
“Nope,” the man resolutely shook his head. “Whoever learns that unlucky method becomes unlucky themselves.”
Lu Yun curled his lip.
“I can’t determine anything else about the layouts recorded in the Dragonquake Scripture, so it should work.” Xie Tianxun paused before continuing, “As long as your skill level is up to the task.”
Lu Yun couldn’t be bothered to respond and left the Disordered Hell.
“I think it’s too dangerous to stay here!” Xie Tianxun whispered to Moran Dongning. “How about we make a run for it?”
“Dangerous? How?” Moran Dongning looked at him with surprise.
“The Dragonquake Scripture, that kid’s learned the Dragonquake Scripture! No one who’s ever learned it has met with a good ending!” Xie Tianxun had been relatively composed, but he spun around in frantic circles after Lu Yun left. “The Heaven and Earth Supreme had reached the peak of his cultivation level and was about to break through when he died. He died so thoroughly that he left nothing behind but the Kinship of Heaven and Earth! He also practiced the Dragonquake Scripture!
“Not only was he unlucky, but so were all of his friends equally unlucky! They all died with him!” He wanted to burst into tears.
“I see.” Moran Dongning nodded and buried her nose in the book she’d been reading.
“Aren’t you scared?” Xie Tianxun asked with surprise.
“I was once the Time Guard of this land, what haven’t I seen?” the girl snorted with laughter. “And you’re the supposed best genius of our realm? Look at you, so scared by a dead person’s cultivation method!”
“When did I ever say I was the best genius? You guys gave me the nickname,” Xie Tianxun harrumphed and muttered to himself for a while. He arched his neck and said with some pride, “But it’s true, there’s not that many in our generation who can defeat me.”
Moran Dongning waved him off and engrossed herself in her book. She could enter and exit the Disordered Hell at will and see everything happening outside, but the same courtesy didn’t extend to Xie Tianxun. He had to stay here until otherwise notified.



Chu Xingran left with the Demonic Vine to raise a ruckus elsewhere and delay the Corpse Refiners. Jian Bu’er stayed with Lu Yun to help him set up his layout.
The latter had thought that the Demonic Vine would be unwilling to part with him or refuse to travel with Chu Xingran, but the chit happily skipped off with her old enemy!
Jian Bu’er’s very gums itched with irritation now. He’d cleaned himself up and polished all of the rust off his sword. Although he wasn’t stunningly handsome, he was at least a clean cut man and a far cry from his previous bedraggled state.
“Alright, don’t think too much. Chu Xingran won’t make off with her.” Lu Yun clapped Jian Bu’er’s shoulder. “This is a good place to start, come help me!”
He was already operating the Dragonquake Scripture to shift the earthen veins. Thirty-six golden warriors were also helping with the construction efforts. Lu Yun moved millions of kilograms of bronze out of the kingdom of hell and melted them into the earthen veins.
When he and Wayfarer set up the palace of bronze, they’d forged an actual structure. With Lu Yun’s current level of strength, he could project that from the earthen veins and create a layout of the bronze palace.
Loud explosions rang out from the depths of the Abyssal Hell; there was an earthshaking battle taking place not too far from them. The Corpse Refiners seemed to have detected something and were approaching Lu Yun’s location.
“So they found us out after all, they’re definitely not to be underestimated
” Lu Yun raised his head to look in the relevant direction.
Chu Xingran was forced to pull back to prevent the sect from coming closer. He’d wanted to head to the core of the Abyssal Hell, but the faction was no longer interested in that location. Their goal was clear—wherever Lu Yun was right now.
“That soul ghost did this! It’s been monitoring us all this time and notified the Corpse Refiners as soon as we did anything!” Jian Bu’er abruptly realized. “We’re completely exposed as long as it exists.”
He recalled what the Demonic Vine had said before leaving, that the ghost hadn’t gone far and was lurking around them.
Lu Yun scanned their surroundings with the Spectral Eye, but didn’t see the ghost around them. It must be surveilling them through another method. While the soul ghost wasn’t on the same side as the Corpse Refiners, that didn’t prevent it from passing on a message and using another’s hand to eliminate her enemies.
Boom!
The void trembled as Lu Yun bolstered himself with the Abyssal Hell’s strength. His soybean warriors were just as strong as him, so all thirty-six of them roared when his strength increased explosively. Theirs rose as well and they threw themselves into a howling charge at the Corpse Refiners.
They weren’t Lu Yun’s replicas at the moment; their strength came from the Tome of Life and Death. Lu Yun had to fully focus on setting up his layout and had no effort to spare for creating replicas.
Thirty-six eighteen level sequence experts instantly arrived at where Chu Xingran was fighting. They formed a massive battle formation and blocked the endless horde of zombies. There were more than just zombies here, there were also other Corpse Refiners!
Fifteenth level sequence experts had arrived, there were even some eighteenth level disciples! The latter marked the upper limit of strength that could be hosted by this locale.
Chu Xingran breathed out more easily when reinforcements arrived. Although he was in his own appearance, he was utilizing the great dao of both the Poison King and the Curse King—poison curses!
Curse upon curse struck, turning the zombies into putrid blood.
“Wait!” Chu Xingran gasped when he saw a figure at the back of the zombies. It was alive.
Haidong Lin.
He hadn’t been refined into a zombie like the soul ghost had said, but become a hostage instead. One that could be used to threaten Lu Yun with.