Catastrophic necromancer

**Chapter 1122: To Find the Seven-Colored Sacred Fire, Seek Lin Moyu**

“Little Lin, I’ll leave this rotten snake to you.”

The voice of the Green Sword Daoist came from the starry sky.

Lin Moyu smiled, “Thank you, Senior.”

The Skeleton King had already returned, holding the half-corpse of the Shadow Clan member by the fingertips like a chicken. The Shadow Clan member’s body was riddled with holes, his tattered robe hanging from a pile of shredded flesh, presenting a miserable death. Seeing this, Jin Shisan’s whole body shuddered.

He had lost his previous aura, curling up his body and trembling in fear.

“Don’t kill me!” Jin Shisan pleaded with dread.

The Skeleton King’s sword light was his only response, blasting his body and extinguishing his soul, truly reducing him to ashes.

The Golden Python Clan was once an invading race against humans. Although they were not exterminated, they were severely crippled by Xiao Zhantian and harbored an unresolved grudge against humans.

Later, to avoid Xiao Zhantian’s pursuit, the Golden Python Clan left their ancestral home of countless years and fled to the depths of the starry sky, hiding there.

Only after Xiao Zhantian’s departure did they dare to come out and be active again.

Lin Moyu’s killing was decisive; how could he possibly spare Jin Shisan?

“Tsk tsk tsk, little friend Lin, you’re too wasteful.”

“The scales of the Golden Python are good materials for forging defensive treasures. With that one strike, you’ve thrown away quite a few points.”

The Green Sword Daoist’s figure appeared in the starry sky, just like their first meeting – dashing and extraordinary while treading on his sword.

The Green Sword Daoist’s strength was formidable. As a God King, he could fight head-on against a God Sovereign, only suffering minor injuries despite not fully retreating.

This alone proved that he possessed the ability to fight across realms.

For God Kings, cross-realm combat was the norm, let alone True Gods.

Even suppressed to the True God realm’s peak, Lin Moyu believed the Green Sword Daoist still possessed the strength of the second or third stage of the God King realm.

Lin Moyu respectfully saluted the Green Sword Daoist, “Senior Green Sword, you have saved me again.”

The Green Sword Daoist smiled wryly, “Little Lin, stop talking nonsense. With your strength, could those fellows do anything to you?”

Lin Moyu smiled. The Green Sword Daoist understood him well.

Those were merely God Sovereign projections – looking powerful but insignificant.

Under suppression, Lin Moyu only needed to use his Soul-Severing Sword to easily deal with them.

“Senior Brother Xu Jianxing greets Senior Green Sword.” Xu Jianxing also respectfully saluted the Green Sword Daoist.

The Green Sword Daoist glanced at him, “Not bad, you haven’t disgraced Divine City.”

The Green Sword Daoist referred to how Xu Jianxing did not flee when facing the God Sovereign projections but instead fought alongside Lin Moyu.

The Green Sword Daoist saw this and was very satisfied.

Xu Jianxing respectfully said, “The human race helps one another. We can die but cannot abandon our comrades – this is something I dare not forget.”

The Green Sword Daoist nodded, “Mm, I have some words for little Lin. If you have nothing else…”

Xu Jianxing understood and said, “I still need to search for the Five-Colored Sacred Fire, so I’ll take my leave. Junior Brother Lin, we’ll meet again if fate allows.”

“We’ll meet again if fate allows. Take care, Senior Brother.”

After a simple farewell, Xu Jianxing left.

Lin Moyu was a bit puzzled, “Senior Green Sword, why did you send Senior Brother Xu away? Is there something up?”

The Green Sword Daoist chuckled lightly, “I have no business, but someone else does.”

“Friend, don’t hide anymore. Come out.”

The Green Sword Daoist looked to the side, and Lin Moyu was startled, following his gaze. Unexpectedly, someone was hiding there, undetected by Lin Moyu himself.

For that person to conceal themselves so thoroughly that even Lin Moyu’s keen perception failed to notice showed their hiding skills were extremely formidable, surpassing even the Shadow Clan.

After the Green Sword Daoist spoke, the starry sky remained silent, except for the warm currents of flame whistling by. There was no other movement.

At this moment, the Green Sword Daoist’s sword let out a crisp ringing sound, “Do I need to take action myself?”

“Heh heh, little guy, it’s been years. Your temper has grown!”

A low, raspy voice sounded. Lin Moyu’s heart skipped a beat – there really was someone there!

The Green Sword Daoist’s brows jumped twice, as if he had heard this voice before but could not quite recall where due to the long time that had passed.

The other party called him “little guy”, implying they were older than him.

A figure emerged in the starry sky – sharp eyebrows, distinct features, a face etched with age.

The moment he saw Zhu Qiwu, the Green Sword Daoist shuddered and exclaimed, “Senior Zhu.”

To make the unflappable Green Sword Daoist lose his composure like this, Lin Moyu realized this Senior Zhu’s status was extraordinary.

Following the Green Sword Daoist’s words, Lin Moyu also saluted respectfully, “Greetings, Senior.”

Zhu Qiwu examined Lin Moyu, “You’re not bad.”

“Thank you for your praise, Senior,” Lin Moyu accepted it calmly.

This Senior Zhu must have been following him all along.

The aura on him was somewhat similar to that of Domain Lord Zhu Tian.

If Lin Moyu guessed correctly, this Senior must have been secretly protecting him on Zhu Tian’s orders.

Zhu Qiwu looked at the Green Sword Daoist, “Green Sword, you came here to find the Seven-Colored Sacred Fire?”

The Green Sword Daoist nodded, “Yes.”

Zhu Qiwu sighed, “The Seven-Colored Sacred Fire is not easy to find.”

The Green Sword Daoist showed a wry smile tinged with helplessness, “Even if it’s not easy to find, I still have to look.”

Zhu Qiwu said indifferently, “If you truly want to find the Seven-Colored Sacred Fire, perhaps he can help.” As he spoke, Zhu Qiwu glanced at Lin Moyu.

The Green Sword Daoist, of course, understood Zhu Qiwu’s meaning and also looked at Lin Moyu with a puzzled gaze. Why would Lin Moyu be able to help find the Seven-Colored Sacred Fire?

Lin Moyu revealed a helpless expression. In his heart, he thought, “This Senior Zhu must have been following me from the very beginning.”

“It should be related to Domain Lord Zhu Tian, perhaps on his orders.”

Lin Moyu roughly guessed the situation and felt it should be more or less accurate.

Zhu Qiwu said, “Since he is here, I’ll leave it to him.”

After speaking, Zhu Qiwu’s figure gradually faded away like a mirage.

After Zhu Qiwu left, the Green Sword Daoist sighed, “I never expected to meet Senior Zhu here.”

Lin Moyu asked, “I feel Senior Zhu has some connection to Domain Lord Zhu Tian.”

The Green Sword Daoist casually said, “Senior Zhu and Domain Lord Zhu Tian are master-brother disciples. Senior Zhu is the senior martial brother of the Domain Lord.”

So that was it – no wonder their auras were so similar.

The Green Sword Daoist asked, “Little Lin, tell me, how can you help me find the Seven-Colored Sacred Fire?”

Lin Moyu did not conceal the truth, “Actually, it’s not about finding it but cultivating it. I have a way to cultivate the Sacred Fire.”

The Green Sword Daoist’s eyes immediately lit up, and his voice became hurried, “What did you say? You can cultivate the Sacred Fire?”

Lin Moyu nodded and took out a Five-Colored Sacred Fire, “This is the Five-Colored Sacred Fire I cultivated.”

The Green Sword Daoist took the Five-Colored Sacred Fire from Lin Moyu’s hand and carefully examined it for a while. “It’s no different from an ordinary Five-Colored Sacred Fire. Little Lin, how did you do it?”

Lin Moyu explained the method of cultivating the Five-Colored Sacred Fire, and the Green Sword Daoist suddenly felt enlightened.

“I never thought the Sacred Fire could be produced this way.”

“Unfortunately, without the Space Laws, it’s hard to find the Flint Fire.”

“Little Lin, you’re lucky to have obtained the treasure of the Starry Fish-human Clan.”

Lin Moyu took out the seashell Yuxingrou had given him. “Is this thing precious?”