Chapter 452

Damn thing, this king will make you unable to seek life, unable to seek death!

Amidst the collapsed ruins, a majestic voice suddenly rang out.

Within the ruins, the yin-sha qi surged wildly.

The thick yin-sha qi mixed with various evil qi burst forth, like a volcanic eruption, instantly covering the heavens.

Boom—

Accompanied by a sweep of violent air currents, the land within a thousand li trembled!

A tall, majestic form rose swiftly from the ruins at a visible speed, in the blink of an eye surpassing the great Asura dharma form in grandeur.

Until the majestic form stood between heaven and earth, fully occupying the netherworld's realm, did it finally stop.

A pair of eyes like blood moons looked down on Mu Yi: 'Ant, you have angered me; even flaying you and pulling your tendons, roasting your soul over a fire day after day cannot ease my hatred!'

Looking up at the huge shadow nearly covering the heavens, Mu Yi felt no awe, only an inexplicable thought of something else.

Celestial deities differ greatly; the power of the Giant Spirit God, who could serve as Heavenly Court's vanguard, is merely that of a ghost king in this world.

Should we say the Celestial Master's worth is high, or that the Giant Spirit God is too weak?

But speaking again, the Giant Spirit God has fought south and north with the Heavenly Court for many years without ever falling, which is truly remarkable.

After all, in the wars against foreign realms, even the former Eastern Hua Emperor fell and reincarnated as Lü Dongbin, yet the Giant Spirit God still fights on the front lines, truly astonishing.

It was just random thought; the next moment he cast those miscellaneous ideas aside.

He looked at the ghost king before him, gave a cold laugh, and rebuked.

'Trickster, get out!'

The figure that once covered the sky instantly shattered, turning into strands of yin-sha qi that collapsed around.

Even a celestial deity like the Giant Spirit God, who specializes in embodying heaven and earth, cannot achieve this; a mere netherworld ghost king, whose strength is still less than the Giant Spirit God's, could not possibly be more majestic.

【Phantom Sound Ghost King, skilled in illusion arts】

Mu Yi glanced at the Netherworld Ghost King Register drawn by Celestial Master Ge; even without combat, having this register in hand made the enemy's abilities clear to him.

Mu Yi withdrew his gaze, looking at the black-robed ghost king revealed after the illusion shattered, whose hideousness made one's sanity drop, causing Mu Yi to frown.

'Trivial tricks!' Mu Yi's expression grew even colder.

Although one could tell from the ghostly den that this thing was no good, I never expected it to become so deceitful.

It deliberately shaped its appearance into this.

Even though born from the netherworld, it is too dark.

It gives a feeling like Xiangliu: just looking at it before fighting makes one feel nauseous.

Seeming to sense Mu Yi's disgust, the Phantom Sound Ghost King deliberately enlarged its head by double, making it look even more nauseating.

'Die!'

Mu Yi reached out and pressed down on the Phantom Sound Ghost King; the netherworld's yin-sha qi, following his motion, condensed into a mountain ridge and fell from the sky like a meteor, smashing toward the Phantom Sound Ghost King.

'How is it possible, a mere human, to have such terrifying divine abilities!'

If the Phantom Sound Ghost King still doesn't realize it has kicked an iron plate now, it is hopelessly stupid.

But if it's not human, could it be a celestial deity?

No, absolutely impossible!

Those celestial deities were already isolated outside the world during the severing of heaven and earth; that is a heavenly rule.

Even when they enter the mortal realm, their power greatly diminishes, being restricted below celestial deities.

Only by hiding in the netherworld can one avoid this rule.

This can be called a strict separation of mortals and deities; although celestial deities may be reborn to undergo trials and prove the Dao, those who come from the netherworld to the mortal realm have their strength limited, or they simply reincarnate.

Such reborn celestial deities cultivate at a speed that can be called three changes in a day.

But they too are subject to the heavenly rule; once they surpass the mortal-deity boundary or finish their aim of descending, they are forcibly ascended, returning to the heavenly firmament.

Thus, in any case, as long as one is human, one will be limited below celestial deities.

Ge Xuan, too, because of this limitation, could not purge the netherworld in human form; even though his power surpassed celestial deities, he could not exert it with a mortal body under the world's limits.

Also due to the heavenly rule's limitation, Ge Xuan had no other way to enter the netherworld except by exhausting his lifespan.

But Mu Yi is different; relying on the convenience of the comprehensive net, he can indeed partially ignore the heavenly rules to some extent.

More importantly, this is the netherworld; even if Mu Yi is limited below celestial deities, the power he can exert here surpasses the imagination of these ghost kings.

Boom!

Accompanied by a sudden explosive roar, the mountain ridge of condensed yin-sha qi crashed onto the ground; the Phantom Sound Ghost King dodged the blow, but was also hurt by the aftershock.

'Damn it, it was just a graze...'

The Phantom Sound Ghost King grimly felt the dense, web-like cracks shattering inside its body.

A force far more domineering than the yin-sha qi within it spread wildly inside its body, making those cracks worse.

If struck head-on, even ten lives would not be enough to die.

'Still not dead?' Mu Yi was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected a mere netherworld ghost king to survive this blow.

It does have some cultivation; no wonder the comprehensive net's selection includes commanding the ghosts and self-proclaiming as Yin Tianzi—if every ghost king in the netherworld had this level, this path might indeed achieve something.

But thinking of the scene in that ghostly den, Mu Yi also had no interest in subduing these evil ghosts.

Thus, he stepped forward and fiercely swung the Great Summer Dragon Sparrow in his hand!

Boom!

The charged slash was barely blocked by the Phantom Sound Ghost King!

The impact from the collision instantly swept in all directions, destroying the surrounding environment beyond recognition.

Feeling the incessant shattering within its body, the Phantom Sound Ghost King could hardly breathe.

It felt it was about to die; the Weapon Lord's Frenzy power was destroying its body inch by inch, while an unknown force was eroding its soul.

At this rate, it's as good as dead.

'Spare my life, Immortal, spare my life!'

Without the slightest hesitation, the plea for mercy came from the Phantom Sound Ghost King's mouth; its appearance also shifted into that of a beautiful young woman, pitiful to behold, as it knelt on the ground and sent out waves of pleas for mercy.

'From now on I will surely turn from evil and follow righteousness, taking the Immortal as my guide; I beg the Immortal to spare my life, and I will certainly serve at your side!'

'I still prefer you just now, wild and untamed as you were.'

Mu Yi shook his head; the Phantom Sound Ghost King even employed this tactic, and to some degree it really does understand humans quite well.

Unfortunately, not everyone is a lustful hungry ghost.

'Die!' The icy verdict burst from Mu Yi's mouth.

Great Hero Long Que suddenly swung down at it.

However, the moment the blade's light fell, the Phantom Sound Ghost King's body shattered; Mu Yi was somewhat taken aback—when had it already fled?

'Run? You think you can escape?'

Mu Yi's eyes projected golden light, and the fleeing Phantom Sound Ghost King's form instantly appeared before his vision.

'Hahaha, even immortals are no more than this!'

The Phantom Sound Ghost King laughed maniacally, feeling pleased at having deceived Mu Yi.

Even though Mu Yi had only struck it twice, it was already on the verge of dying where it stood.

'Once I spread the word of the immortals throughout the Underworld, I'll see how you die!' the Phantom Sound Ghost King thought, full of hatred.

However, the moment that thought arose, a vicious blade suddenly came down upon him.

The Phantom Sound Ghost King reacted swiftly, barely dodging that near-fatal blow in a most sorry posture, even at the cost of losing half its body.

The wounded Huan Yin Ghost King erupted with all its strength.

Eerie winds gusted, strange wails and wolf howls!

Accompanied by a surge of dense yin evil from within, a multitude of vicious spirits and evil ghosts bared fangs and claws, surging forth to pounce and bite at Mu Yi.

Meanwhile, the Phantom Sound Ghost King simply turned and fled, burrowing straight into the earth of the Underworld.

Watching the Phantom Sound Ghost King vanish before him, Mu Yi casually swung his blade and obliterated all those demons and monsters.

Thereafter, he employed his Thousand-mile Eye to begin tracking the Phantom Sound Ghost King's silhouette.

However, the Thousand-mile Eye could not capture the other's form here; the earth of the Underworld is a natural barrier, completely shielding its presence.

But Mu Yi still had a method.

He exhaled a breath, and instantly a vast mist shrouded everything around.

In the blink of an eye, the thick fog enveloped all nearby areas, and it continued to radiate outward at high speed, spreading.

The Phantom Sound Ghost King, which had hidden in the earth, realized in the instant the fog engulfed it that its five senses were rapidly fading, like a mundane deaf-mute.

It could only know things inwardly, yet could not emit the slightest sound outward; it could not discern east from west, north from south, and even its true soul was tightly locked within its body, unable to break free.

In such a strange state, as soon as it burrowed underground, it could not tell direction and shot up from the earth not far away.

Yet it could not perceive the outside world, while Mu Yi could.

The instant the Phantom Sound Ghost King emerged from the ground, Great Hero Long Que was waiting above its head.

The moment the Phantom Sound Ghost King burst from the earth, the cold light of Great Hero Long Que's blade flashed into its vision.

'Ah~'

The sharp blade sliced across; this time the Phantom Sound Ghost King could not escape by shedding its tail, and Mu Yi cleaved it in two with a single stroke.

The sensation of having both body and spirit severed together made the Phantom Sound Ghost King unleash agonized roars.

But it could not escape; indeed it could not even sense Mu Yi's exact direction, and could only keep begging for mercy.

'Immortal, Immortal, please spare my life!'

'Immortal, I will surely turn from evil and follow righteousness!'

'I will help you lure the other ghost kings over and help you subdue them!'

'I am willing to serve you as the Yin Emperor, ruling over the entire Underworld!'

Nevertheless, no matter how silver-tongued the Phantom Sound Ghost King was or how many temptations it offered, Mu Yi remained unmoved; he silently adjusted the Reincarnation Barrier and then sealed the Phantom Sound Ghost King within the Hell Path.

Although it was hacked to pieces by him, it is still a great tonic, and must not be wasted.

Having dealt with the Phantom Sound Ghost King, Mu Yi did not rest but ran toward the direction of another ghost king.

Speed is vital in warfare; he did not want other ghost kings to notice him, and although the great fog was present, he had no fear of being ganged up on.

But if those ghost kings were on the alert and running about wildly, his workload would increase greatly.

After spending half a day, Mu Yi consecutively cleared the territories of four or five ghost kings.

He also discovered that the ghost kings around were the weakest.

However, the closer to the center, the stronger the ghost kings became, with some even able to trade two blows with him head-on.

Although they were all swiftly slain by him, their strength seemed to rise with the tide.

No, it is not strength, but rather control over the Underworld.

This familiar scene inexplicably reminded Mu Yi of the moment he first undertook a mission in the Underworld.

'It can't be such a coincidence; are the Buddhist Sect folks stirring trouble in the Underworld again?'

However, as Mu Yi approached the center and saw a towering Buddhist pagoda rising within a ghost city spanning hundreds of li, he could not help but rub his brow.

Such an obvious pagoda, Master Ge Tian could not possibly be unaware of it, yet he never mentioned a word.

It seems that upon returning, I now have the qualification to negotiate properly with this heavenly master.

Gazing at that mighty ghost city and the lingering yin evil aura within it.

Mu Yi understood that this pagoda was likely the Buddhist Sect's means of liberating these ghost kings.

Although it is turning evil into good, letting these guardian deities later exert strength for Jiuzhou, Mu Yi, as the Demon‑Chasing, Purge‑Heavenly Sovereign, favors another doctrine.

That is to eradicate evil thoroughly, to repay any grudge.

These ghost kings have slaughtered countless souls; how could we just let it go?

The fire of the Hell Path instantly turned into a sea of fire, falling within this ghost city.

The Hell Path fire that burns only sin instantly spread throughout the city; those evil ghosts heavy with sin will be roasted to death, while the virtuous will remain unharmed.

Yet as the fire spread, almost all the evil ghosts emitted piercing wails!

Flames burned on their bodies; they flailed about like headless flies in the sea of fire, yet no matter what, they could not escape this fire.

The ribs pierced through their bodies, the wronged souls whose limbs had regained mobility flailed about like headless flies in the fire sea.

Their hideous, twisted faces showed an especially unwilling expression, but the fire fueled by their sins would not cease.

The evil ghosts were burned away at visible speed, turning to ash that drifted in all directions with the rising fire.

"Damn it!"

A frenzied roar echoed within the ghost city.

"How familiar this development is!" Mu Yi looked at the ghost king opposite him, who resembled a yaksha ghost to an extreme degree, and sighed.

Sure enough, it's the Buddhist Sect again—I really am at odds with the Buddhist Sect.

Too lazy to waste words with this yaksha, I condensed a massive yin-sha mountain peak and hurled it down upon the yaksha's head.

"Thud!"

Accompanied by that massive mountain peak, the yaksha was smashed to the ground.

The land for thousands of li around all emitted a strained, muffled roar, and countless cracks spread across the earth like a dense spiderweb in a corner.

But unlike before, this yaksha actually withstood that mountain peak, and is even gradually lifting it up.