Chapter 1009

Han Li was not surprised by this. Coming to such a remote place this time, having such a gain was already considered a great opportunity.

After about half a day, when Han Li finished searching the last building and returned once again to the front of the Casting Spirit Hall stele pavilion, looking at that layer of white misty light curtain, he hesitated.

Now that it is still early, he could completely take the opportunity to explore the remaining few places, but doing so would seem to involve some risk.

Who knows whether other cultivators have also finished searching a certain place and then gone to other places.

If it were the elderly surnamed Fu and others, it would naturally be of no concern, and even if it were the Dry Old Devil and the people of the Poison Saint Sect, Han Li would not fear anything. But if he were to encounter the first wave of cultivators who entered this mountain, that would be a big trouble. It is estimated that nine out of ten would immediately attack him.

But if Han Li were to just stay here and wait until a few days later when the fissure passage is restored, he would feel somewhat unwilling.

Han Li turned his thoughts over and then laughed helplessly.

Even if he hides here and does not leave, if someone truly finishes searching other places, would they not actively come to the Casting Spirit Hall? Moreover, according to his calculation, so much time has passed, it is likely that the Dry Old Devil and others who went to those important places of Mount Kunwu have already collided with the first wave of cultivators, and even started fighting.

If that is the case, it would be better to take advantage of when others are preoccupied to search a few more places, and even try to 'fish in troubled waters'. After all, even in this small Casting Spirit Hall, one can find the Yin Yang True Fire, such a good thing, so other places should also have some gains.

Moreover, with his current divine abilities, even if surrounded by several late Nascent Soul cultivators at the same time, even if he cannot win, escaping would still be feasible.

After weighing it in his heart, Han Li no longer hesitated and took out the Three Flame Fan. After the three 'colored' flames flashed, he easily broke through the light curtain before him and went straight down the mountain.

Almost at the same time, in a hall somewhere underground in Mount Kunwu where faint blue light flickered, the big-headed monster, the ancient devil, and a Ye Family Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator were being surrounded by seven or eight red-haired, naked evil ghosts.

These evil ghosts each had green faces and fangs, spewing yin qi from their mouths. As their ten fingers moved, one after another black claw light slashed down from above toward the three people.

Trapped in the middle by a mass of grayish yin qi, the big-headed monster and others set up several layers of light shields of various 'colors' using defensive magic treasures. No matter how fierce the yin qi tore or how sharp the claw lights were, they could not be moved in the slightest.

However, in contrast, the yellow 'colored' flying sword driven by the monster, the black 'colored' small sword driven by the ancient devil and another Ye Family elder, and the white 'colored' jade ruler, although radiating myriad lights, were equally unable to do anything to these few evil ghosts.

Whether the flying sword cut an evil ghost in two, or the ruler smashed the ghost's head into a pulp, as long as the other evil ghosts simultaneously sprayed yin qi from their mouths at once, the slain evil ghost would immediately recover, reborn vigorous and healthy, and pounce forward again, each one seeming like an immortal being.

At this moment, the Ye Family elder rubbed his hands together, then raised them, and a series of crimson fireballs sank into one evil ghost, blowing it to nothing. But as the yin qi gathered nearby, this ghost immediately reappeared and once again fiercely pounced toward the light shield.

"Seventh Uncle, Han Elder, this won't do. These evil ghosts have been nourished by the yin qi of this place for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, and have obviously cultivated to the realm of Yin Corpse Condensed Form. Ordinary techniques and treasures cannot kill them at all. Only using the utmost yang methods and treasures can be effective." The Ye Family elder said anxiously.

"Hmph, if it were that simple, I would have acted long ago. These evil ghosts are not merely cultivated to the Yin Corpse Condensed Form; they are essentially all avatars of the same ghost king. As long as we cannot kill all evil ghosts simultaneously, they will immediately revive in the yin qi. I have not employed thunderous methods, but have been constantly searching for its true form." The big-headed monster coldly snorted and replied without good humor.

"All avatars?" The elder exclaimed in surprise.

"Exactly. Otherwise, even if the evil ghosts had cultivated to the Yin Corpse Condensed Form, after being slain by us repeatedly, they should have been greatly weakened. But you see, they show not a trace of fatigue 'color'. It seems this ghost king intends to wear us to death, and thus deployed this to deal with us." The ancient devil said calmly, and then pointed at that black 'colored' small sword, piercing through another evil ghost once again.

"So that's it. Unfortunately, Fifteenth Brother, when we were on the upper layer, we were hit by the dark shadow sand spray of that black shadow snake, and only managed to escape with our Nascent Soul. Otherwise, with his cultivation of the utmost yang divine abilities, dealing with these evil ghosts would be most suitable." The elder glanced around at the grayish mist everywhere, his 'color' slightly changing as he spoke.

"This is also unavoidable. Who could have imagined that there actually exists a demon snake capable of hiding in shadows, and suddenly bursting out from the shadow of our own virtuous nephew to launch a sneak attack, even I, the old man, could not come to his aid in time. Moreover, this snake's poison is so fierce that in a moment, the fleshly body of our virtuous nephew was completely ruined." The big-headed monster sighed.

"My nephew does not mean to blame Seventh Uncle. It's just that this Demon-Suppressing Tower is truly extraordinary. Not only is it built upside down, with the entrance above and the tip below, but each layer is more difficult to deal with than the last. We have spent so much time, yet we have only managed to reach the seventh layer. And Han Elder said before that this tower should be nine layers, so it is hard to believe what kind of demons might appear in the next two layers. Do we really need to continue down?" The elder hesitated somewhat.

"Hmph, you are afraid just after encountering a little danger. The more powerful the thing suppressed below, the higher the chance that heavenly treasures will appear in the lower two layers. After all, only demons that even ancient cultivators dread would need heavenly treasures to suppress them. Do you want our Ye Family's hundreds of years of plotting to come to nothing?" The monster's voice turned cold, and he scolded rudely.

"Seventh Uncle's reprimand is correct; I am somewhat timid." The Ye Family elder, upon hearing this, could only nod in agreement while driving his magic treasures to fend off the evil ghosts rushing forward.

"I have found that ghost king." At this moment, the ancient devil suddenly spoke.

"What, where is its true form!" The elder's spirit lifted, and he hurriedly asked.

As the ancient devil's eyes flashed and he was about to reply, his 'color' suddenly changed and he let out a soft "eh". Then, at this moment, a muffled "peng" sound came from afar, followed by a flash of light at the hall entrance, and suddenly a huge mass of greenish mist flew in from inside. After the light faded, four figures of different builds appeared in the light mass.

Upon seeing the yin qi 'chaotically' dancing ghost shadows in the hall and the three trapped ancient devils, these four people likewise exclaimed in surprise.

"Ye Yue Sheng! You were not already fallen? It turns out the Ye Family broke the seal?"

The speaker was a cultivator with green patterns on his face, namely Hua Tianqi. And these four people were naturally the Four Elders of the Poison Saint Sect.

At this moment, Hua Tianqi, upon recognizing the Ye Family Seventh Uncle, his 'color' changed unpredictably.

The three people in the hall, upon seeing these Poison Saint Sect members, their 'color' could not look good anywhere. Especially since they were still being temporarily entangled by the evil ghosts.

"I am who I am; turns out to be Fellow Daoist Hua. I did not expect the Poison Saint Sect to act so quickly, entering this mountain so fast, and I do not know why several Fellow Daoists did not go elsewhere to seek treasures, but came to this Demon-Suppressing Tower instead." The monster's face flashed with gloom, which passed immediately, and then he said as if nothing had happened.

"Hehe! This remark, Fellow Hua and others also wanted to ask Fellow Ye. Moreover, after not seeing each other for hundreds of years, Fellow Ye, after feigning death, has actually quietly advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage. If those few rascals of the righteous and demonic paths knew this, they would probably be unable to sit or lie peacefully." Hua Tianqi coldly watched the monster easily drive his flying sword to crush an evil ghost into powder, and said lightly, but his mind raced like lightning, thinking of something.

"Senior Brother Hua, do these people also know that this tower has a treasure and came specially to take it!" A voice transmission from a Poison Saint Sect elder came into Hua Tianqi's ear, and he appeared somewhat worried.

Back then, the founder of the Poison Saint Sect left a last testament, briefly mentioning that there is a treasure hidden in the Demon-Suppressing Tower. Only the specific item was said vaguely, unknown. But even so, the Four Elders of the Poison Saint Sect naturally would not ignore it, and thus came first to this Demon-Suppressing Tower.

Although they had already found that other cultivators had gotten ahead when they passed through the first few layers, they originally thought that this Demon-Suppressing Tower, as a fierce and evil place, would not be given much attention by the preceding wave of cultivators, and that with their four people's strength, they should be sufficient to deal with those who got ahead. But they never expected that there would actually be a late Nascent Soul great cultivator waiting for them on this layer.

If it were not for the Ye Family Seventh Uncle and others appearing as if trapped by a group of ghosts, Hua Tianqi would surely have turned around and left without a word. A late Nascent Soul great cultivator, plus two early Nascent Soul cultivators, is truly not something these four people can handle.

"Unclear. Perhaps like us, they only obtained a few words of clues." Hua Tianqi said with a gloomy face, his lips moving slightly as he replied, but his eyes stared fixedly at the monster and the three others without blinking.

"It seems Fellow Daoist Hua does not intend to just leave like this." The big-headed monster said this, and a ferocious light 'appeared' in his eyes. Immediately, he opened his mouth wide, and a flash of silver light vanished in an instant.

And in the next moment, at a certain corner of the hall, a burst of silver light suddenly erupted, accompanied by a low roar.

Immediately, a gray 'colored' blurry ghostly shadow appeared there, and from its mouth it spat out a thumb-sized gray 'colored' round bead, blocking a mouthful of silver 'colored' flying fork, and because it was being 'forced' to retreat step by step, it let out strange wailing cries from its mouth.

Upon seeing this ghostly shadow, the Four Elders of the Poison Saint Sect had not yet had time to react. Meanwhile, the ancient devil silently moved his sleeve, and a face-black-as-ink mirror suddenly appeared in his hand, aimed at the surrounding ghostly shadows, and he quickly waved it back and forth.

A sheet of dark, cloudy light radiance poured out from the mirror, all the evil ghosts were involuntarily swept into this demonic black radiance, and then one after another let out miserable cries, their ghostly bodies torn apart and shattered in the radiance, and these black radiance were actually as sharp as a mountain of blades and a forest of swords.

However, although due to the ghost king's true form being entangled by that silver 'colored' flying fork, these evil ghosts could not be restored by spellcasting. But when that ghostly shadow let out a fierce cry, its scattered yin qi instantly turned into rolling masses of thick yin qi, which immediately enveloped the ancient devil and others tightly.

The black radiance released by the ancient devil's mirror, no matter how fierce, could not break through all at once.

Hua Tianqi's 'color' finally changed greatly.

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