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Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258: 150. If the full banners are all vengeful spirits, then what should be done? (8.6K words - subscription requested)_3

She turned her head and saw a blood-colored giant hand filled with terrifying power grasping through the air, catching the corpse like a fly and then crushing it fiercely.

Bang... bang bang bang...

The corpse was crushed to pieces.

And the fingertips of the blood-colored giant hand began to turn into sand, blood-colored sand.

The sand fell from the sky, drifting with the wind, wildly towards the direction of the Purple Mansion old monster.

They were the true body of the attack, and also the most terrifying aspect of the Fixed Evil!

But the Purple Mansion old monster was unhurried, raising a hand to grab a corpse from the void, and quickly rubbed it against the powder of the Fixed Evil.

During the rubbing process, time seemed to slow down, and Pei Xuehan only saw more Fixed Evil seem to awaken from the grabbed corpse, breaking outwards, like a blooming flower.

If that flower broke through the corpse, the Fixed Evil inside would escape outside, rebounding onto the corpse manipulator.

However, if the corpse touched the Fixed Evil powder in the air in advance and was then placed into the Storage Bag, nothing would happen.

Pei Xuehan was horrified, thinking to herself: ’What kind of crazy method is this!’

She looked again at the cross-legged, blood-soaked Purple Mansion old monster, yet saw the latter’s calm and composed expression, clearly not the first time doing such a thing.

’Monster, madman!’

Pei Xuehan was somewhat frightened, yet speechless.

Swish!

Song Yan’s speed was extremely fast.

The "Eraser" of the "Sikong Seal" once again smoothly erased the Fixed Evil powder in mid-air.

But just as he was about to place the "Sikong Seal" back into the Storage Bag, an accident occurred.

The vast lake surface, with water vapor chilling, apart from the towering ancient roofs, and the strange tree tops, was a water surface imbued with the aura of the Sea of Suffering. Even Song Yan dared not touch this water, but... the water surface rippled.

A monk shadow, wearing a gray Hundred-Patch Robe, came from afar, stepping on the water, and grabbed hold of the Sikong Seal’s corpse.

Obviously without touching, yet the Sikong Seal’s corpse became completely still.

The Fixed Evil within the corpse started to struggle madly, seemingly wanting to escape this body, but the eerie gray-robed novice monk already bowed to this corpse.

The corpse... didn’t move, clearly trapped in some unknown state.

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