Chapter 342

The Ghost King suddenly struck out, charging toward Ji Dou Dou.

He still wanted to capture Ji Dou Dou as a hostage.

Qin Yang's Changdao in his hand suddenly flipped, the blade's light like a waterfall, forcibly repelling the Ghost King that was lunging at Ji Dou Dou.

The Ghost King was surrounded by black mist that surged, forming a hundred-zhang skeletal giant shadow, with ghostly fire flickering in its eye sockets, as if myriad resentful spirits were roaring.

"A mere True Immortal dares to block me? This Ten Thousand Souls Banner will surely fall into my urn today."

Its voice was like weeping and wailing, shaking the surrounding void into rippling layers, as if even space Chénshòu bù zhù the resentment in this howl.

Before the words faded, the skeletal giant claw tore through the void, carrying the foul qi of the netherworld straight for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The immortal dao's laws surged, seeking to suppress the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The Ghost King knew full well that only by obtaining the Ten Thousand Souls Banner could he break the current situation.

Ji Dou Dou's pupils contracted sharply; she instinctively stepped back half a pace, yet felt the ground beneath her feet surge like boiling water as countless white bone arms burst from the soil, winding toward her ankles.

She hurriedly activated her immortal essence, only to discover her spiritual power was being suppressed by a yin-cold force, leaving her to watch helplessly as the claw approached.

Qin Yang's pupils contracted sharply; the Ten Thousand Souls Banner suddenly unfurled, its blood-red markings wriggling like live snakes, while the wails of myriad souls shook the heavens.

He actually used his own immortal essence as a primer, forcefully driving the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to resist; the black threads hanging from the banner's top suddenly surged, turning into myriad binding cords that tightly ensnared the skeletal giant claw.

The Ghost King let out a harsh laugh, and behind him a phantom of the Nine Netherworld River suddenly appeared.

The river water flowed backward, turning into a towering black wave that surged forward.

Within the waves drifted countless wrecks of warships, each hull bearing a headless armored warrior wielding a rusted blade, lunging at Qin Yang to slaughter him.

"Do you know? I devoured three thousand battle spirits to condense this Netherworld River."

The Ghost King's voice boomed like a great bell, and from the black waves surged a hundred bolts of yin lightning, striking at Qin Yang's vital points.

Qin Yang did not retreat but advanced, stepping upon the phantom of the ninefold cycle of reincarnation.

The Changdao in his hand began to disintegrate—the blade turned into myriad golden scales, each etched with ancient slay-demon runes, shooting through the black waves like a meteor storm straight for the Ghost King's heart.

Where the golden scales passed, the yin lightning vanished, and the Netherworld River water was scorched into wisps of white vapor, as if a purifying power flowed within.

"Do you know? All the souls that have perished beneath my blade are scum like you."

Qin Yang's voice cold as ice, his blade's momentum like a dragon, and in the void he condensed a phantom of a true dragon.

The true dragon's eyes blazed with golden flame as it roared, tearing and biting at the Ghost King's skeletal shadow.

Ji Dou Dou had already been protected behind him.

The power of laws intertwined around his body to form a shield, keeping her safe in the middle.

Then the Ten Thousand Souls Banner surged, feeding a mighty power into Qin Yang's body.

At that moment, Qin Yang's flesh and blood glowed all over.

A tremendous might emerged, overwhelming to the extreme.

He held the Changdao, his whole person towering like an invincible heavenly war god, looking down upon the earthly immortal Ghost King.

The Ghost King's face finally showed fear; it sensed that the power within Qin Yang differed from that of ordinary immortals, linking to an ancient mighty war god.

It had originally perished beneath a casual strike of that war god.

Could this person before him actually be his disciple?

The black mist suddenly contracted, turning into a blood arrow seeking to flee into a void rift, but was entangled at the ankle by a soul-devouring chain that shot out from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The chain's end ignited with golden flames, scorching the Ghost King's soul into wails.

"How is this possible? This demonic artifact is actually so powerful?"

"A demonic artifact?"

Qin Yang's eyes turned cold in an instant; his Changdao reformed, its tip pressing against the Ghost King's brow as the Samadhi True Fire began to scorch the very source of its soul.

"This blade is to cut away all evil; you see demons, I hold the edge."

Before the words fell, the blade pierced the Ghost King's skull; the slay-demon power exploded, turning its soul into a sky-full of black butterflies, each bearing resentful gazes, yet unable to recondense.

The black butterflies dispersed, leaving only a wisp of netherfire falling to the ground, which transformed into a dark-red jade pendant engraved with the words "Yin Si", faintly exuding a chilling pressure.

The battle's aftermath faded; Ji Dou Dou gazed at Qin Yang's blood-stained back, her fingertips unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes.

She faintly sensed that the power within Qin Yang differed from that of ordinary immortals, resembling some ancient force, incomparably overbearing, as if born for battle.

In the distance, a wisp of black cloud quietly coalesced, and from within came a hoarse cold laugh: "Qin Yang, you brat, you have slain my avatar, yet you do not know my true self has already..."

The laughter cut off abruptly, as if strangled by some invisible force.

"Let's go." Qin Yang turned, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner entering his body, though the smile at his lips hid a chill.

His gaze fell upon the Iron-Eating Beast.

Just now the Iron-Eating Beast had not taken part in the battle, yet now it nodded at him, with no intention of leaving together with Qin Yang.

However, his look at Qin Yang carried a hint of Shēnsī, as if he had thought of something, his face showing a trace of astonishment.

"You truly will not come with me to meet Senior Chiyou?"

Qin Yang asked.

The Iron-Eating Beast showed no hesitation, directly saying: "Not going."

That is not the true Chiyou, merely a killing intent.

If it could merge with some distinctions, it might accept it, but now it cannot.

That is merely a killing intent, unworthy to be the master of the Iron-Eating Beast.

Qin Yang sighed, saying: "Alright, I understand; I only hope you do not Hòuhuǐ."

Having said that, Qin Yang turned and left with Ji Dou Dou.

Gazing at the mess all over the ground, the Iron-Eating Beast sighed.

No one knows what those people will guess when they see this scene tomorrow.

Qin Yang and company returned to Baiyun Guan.

Chiyou appeared immediately, seeing that only Qin Yang had returned alone.

Chiyou's heart stirred, and he immediately asked, "Does the Iron-Eating Beast not want to come back with you?"

Qin Yang nodded, saying, "Yes, he does not acknowledge you as his master, feeling that you are merely a killing intent, not the real person."

"What great gall, once I retrieve my fleshly body, I'll go find the Iron-Eating Beast and stew it directly."

Chiyou said, Bùmǎn||Term.

His own mount actually dared not to recognize him.

Xiǎng dào zhèlǐ||Term, he was furious beyond measure.

But Qin Yang spoke of the matter of the ghost king.

At the same time, he took out the token engraved with the Netherworld's insignia.

The First Emperor also appeared, saw the token, and his expression changed immediately.

"This is the Netherworld's waist token."

"Indeed, this is the Netherworld's waist token; I never expected there to be someone of the Netherworld in Fanchén, and even a powerful earth immortal."

Chiyou sighed.

"Could it be that within this heaven and earth lies a secret that concerns them all?"

Qin Yang asked, but his gaze fell upon Chiyou.

If anyone here knows this secret, it is only Chiyou.

Chiyou shook his head and said, "I don't know either; I died too early, and I'm not clear about what happened afterward."

Everyone was somewhat speechless.

However, what Chiyou said was not wrong.

He indeed died too early.

"However, according to your words, that earth immortal ghost king is likely a clone of some powerful expert; this Lan Xing is becoming more and more interesting. I intend to retrieve my fleshly body, and I have already confirmed the location of one piece."

Chiyou said.

Only with sufficient strength can he cope with all this trouble.

Now his strength is too weak.