Chapter 422: Making Friends with Ghosts Is Truly Absurd

The Heiyao people on the Dadi Ewei Xi instantly turned their eyes to Longling's body.

The Bobo Ji beside Longling is very strong, capable of beheading the heir of a supreme great sect like Dong Xifeng; everyone up to now still hasn't seen Longling actually make a move.

From the Bobo Ji's attitude toward Longling, they can guess that Longling's strength is definitely greater than the Bobo Ji's.

But what place is the Tianji Shengyu? One's Cultivation Level must not exceed the Heavenly Spirit Realm, otherwise they will surely pay a heavy price; even if the various orthodox sects of the Huanyu provoke the precepts with their sect's foundational heritage, it won't work, and after the soul returns to the Huanyu mortal body, they still pay with their lives.

That supreme Netherworld Sword Cultivator's strength is extremely formidable, his power is only a hair's breadth away from the Myriad Laws Realm, and it's even more likely he has cultivated to the terrifying extreme within the Heavenly Spirit Realm, invincible among peers, able to easily slay any opponent.

Heiyao and the others didn't really believe Longling could escape the current danger.

But now that they have reached this point, a Netherworld Sword Cultivator closes in to take their lives, while Netherworld fiendish soldiers block their retreat from behind, and everyone is already at the point of having exhausted all options.

Now, faced with the great Netherworld Sword Cultivator swinging his life-taking scythe, the only priority is to escape the immediate peril and walk out alive.

"Daoist Longling, that Netherworld Sword Cultivator has three thousand sword spirits protecting his body, and also harbors an indestructible soul law buried within."

"To destroy the nether body, first destroy the indestructible will within it."

Bibo Xianzi said.

She activated the ability of the Dao Pupil using the essence of the United Dao Immortal Fetus, exerting all her strength to analyze the Netherworld Sword Cultivator's weakness; as Heiyao said, now that disaster has struck, if they cannot leave alive, everything is in vain.

She recalled Longling's previous use of the White Bone Dharma Form, which suppresses heaven and earth, seals the Huanyu as the foremost, and still had some confidence that Longling could defeat the Netherworld Sword Cultivator.

However, this is the burial ground of the fallen ancient great sect; the legendary imperial yin vein lies hidden beneath the desert, and even the spirit of the yin spring, which takes a million years to gestate, has appeared—who knows what profound mysteries of the imperial yin vein will bestow upon the Netherworld Sword Cultivator what kind of terrifying power.

At this moment, everyone is united; Bibo Xianzi also lets go of her reservations, otherwise they might never walk out of this boundless desert.

Longling heard the words and nodded.

A mass of black light burst in his hand, instantly forming a terrifying black banner; on the banner gathered the Netherworld law's 'Yu' character, emitting waves of dark light that darkened the sky.

Black clouds roiled, killing intent danced, yin wind whistled, and blood thunder roared.

In just an instant, heaven and earth seemed to turn into the supreme Netherworld hell; this change directly stunned Heiyao and the others.

"Daoist Longling, you?"

Heiyao opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief.

At this moment, Longling gave off an aura even more ferocious than the Netherworld fiendish soldiers; the icy chill actually made them feel a stabbing pain in their souls, and their emotions were filled with an inexplicable sorrow.

"Your mother!"

"They couldn't be in cahoots, could they!"

Qin Cang gasped, his face turning deathly pale as he cried out.

After he said that, nobody wanted to refute.

The great black banner floating above Longling's head had the Netherworld law's power extending in all directions across heaven and earth, the profound yin killing intent sweeping the four extremes of the cosmos, even covering the vast red sun in the sky.

Even the fiendish soldiers spewed out by the bronze ancient pagoda lack such wickedness.

Moreover, the wailing ghosts and howling wolves echoing from the black great banner made everyone feel as if they were in a Nine Nether Yin prison, causing even their three souls and seven spirits to shudder with cold.

"That gray great banner is extremely strange."

"Even though I have cultivated killing essence and seen countless treasures of yin killing, this is the first time I have seen something so wicked."

Guinyin Shi carried a corpse-person's coffin on his back, able to feel the corpse leader inside stirring, and he spoke with a dry mouth.

"Mom fell, eyes wide open."

"Daoist Longling, just how many cultivators have you killed to refine their soul puppets into that black banner?"

"Looking at the ferocious ghost puppets coiled all over it, at the very least they number in the hundreds of billions."

This this this.

"If evaluated in the Huanyu Cultivation World, the number of those soul puppets would have to be counted in planetary units."

Heifeng stared at the fluctuations flashing from Longling's body and blurted out in shock.

He suddenly felt his words were inappropriate, and hastily closed his mouth.

That kind of method, he definitely doesn't have it; never mind obtaining those huge numbers of ghost puppets, just the heavy karmic burden from gathered living beings would be unbearable for himself.

Hmm hmm hmm.

The strange and fierce Netherworld Sword Cultivator, upon seeing the Myriad Soul Banner above Longling's head, also froze in place.

He stared at Longling with some disbelief, as if pondering something.

"The Netherworld Sword Cultivator seems to have entered a special state, the indelible mark within him flashing nonstop, as if he is communicating with something."

Bibo's eyes shone with intertwining Dao patterns, and she spoke in shock.

As her words fell, the companion cultivators on the Dadi Ewei Xi were shocked, their souls trembling violently, faces full of astonishment as they looked at Longling, not knowing why this special variable appeared.

"Daoist Bobo Ji, how well do you know Daoist Longling?"

Heiyao suppressed the turmoil in his heart and asked cautiously; at this moment, all the cultivators on the rhino's back stared at Bibo Xianzi.

Upon hearing this, Bibo Xianzi's brow twitched involuntarily.

Heiyao's question hit her hard.

As one of the ten great orthodox sects of the Huanyu, Bibo Palace's immortal, bearing the United Dao Immortal Fetus, with a grand immortal path destined for ascension, yet was seized by Longling, who implanted a seal in her body; if she dares to reveal the secret, she will instantly explode body and soul, her spirit scattered.

She wanted to answer Heiyao's question, but could not.

In this situation, Bibo Xianzi simply put on a cold face and chose silence.

However, her action, seen by Heiyao and the others, made their speculations differ.

"Sorry, Daoist Bobo Ji, I was rude."

Seeing Bibo Xianzi's demeanor, Heiyao hastily spoke.

She knows that the Huanyu Cultivation World harbors many hidden supreme powers that roam freely in a world opened up by the primordial ancestor; unless the Huanyu Cultivation World encounters a heaven-defying opportunity, they will not interact with it.

However, the clans of those supreme powers possess heaven-defying strength, rumored to have means to communicate with the ascended immortal ancestors; even the ten great orthodox and evil forces of the Huanyu are reluctant to provoke them.

Longling and Bobo Ji's methods are mysterious; Heiyao guesses they come from such a terrifying great power.

Heiyao turned his head to ease the awkwardness, seeing other companion cultivators also silently nodding at him, obviously they shared the same guess, indicating he should not ask further.

Those who can cultivate to the Heavenly Spirit realm naturally know some secrets of the Universe Cultivation World; knowing some secrets represents a disaster that could cost one's life.

Roar.

After about the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, the Netherworld Sword Cultivator suddenly raised his head, puffed his chest, and let out an earth-shaking howl.

The terrifying sound wave swept across the entire desert, causing the Netherworld power to rampage wildly between heaven and earth; if this were a mysterious signal being transmitted, it would be like a higher rank suppressing the bloodline of a lower rank, and all the Netherworld fiendish soldiers who heard it responded with sound.

The piercing sound wave disturbed everyone's minds, causing the scattered Universe Cultivators in the sky to all emit protective light shields to resist.

Before the Dadi Ewei Xi, a strange scene appeared: all the Netherworld fiendish soldiers abandoned resistance and, under everyone's astonished gaze, retreated to open a bloody path of survival.

That path was seven zhang wide, still bearing the undried blood of fallen Universe Cultivators and the dismembered limbs of divine souls undergoing self-destruction.

"What's going on?"

A Universe Cultivator who witnessed this bizarre scene propped himself up with a treasure, gasped heavily, and exclaimed in shock.

"This this this

"Really, seeing ghosts alive!"

"Do they know each other?"

Again, a Universe Cultivator let out a spine-chilling sound, gazing at Heiyao and the others with extremely complex eyes.

Netherworld fiendish soldiers feed on vitality; although they have five apertures, they are useless.

Within that dark body, a terrifying hunting Dao pattern is nurtured, making its perception of vitality extraordinarily keen; it feeds upon sensing vitality, a bloodthirsty instinct with no rationale—upon encountering a cultivator, it directly seeks their life.

"Really, beyond the ordinary."

"This is the first time I've seen the Yin Sha fiendish soldiers actively make way for a cultivator."

At first, the Dadi Ewei Xi found it hard to believe; as it tentatively stepped forward to flee, it was still sizing up the Yin Sha fiendish soldiers standing side by side around it.

Those Yin Sha fiendish soldiers actually showed a ferocious grin at the Dadi Ewei Xi, causing the loosely attached flesh on its dark body to fall to the ground; this frightened the Dadi Ewei Xi so much that it was scared stiff, its four thick legs knelt hard on the ground, and even its head buried itself in the desert.

The Dadi Ewei Xi extended its head out of the sand, turned to look at Longling on its back, as if asking Longling's opinion.

Longling was also somewhat at a loss, like a monk two zhang tall unable to figure it out; after pondering, he guessed it might be related to this body's corpse or the myriad souls banner, since he sensed no killing intent from the Netherworld fiendish soldiers at all.

"Can we leave?"

Longling asked tentatively.

As her words fell, Heiyao and the others all had extremely complex eyes; talking to a ghost was truly an eye-opening first.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

Upon hearing this, the Netherworld Sword Cultivator plunged his bronze ancient sword into the desert, extended a palm, and vigorously waved it continuously toward the path of life, also wearing a ferocious smile.

Seeing that deathly pale face, Heiyao and the others felt their scalps go numb and their spines turn cold.

Seeing this, Longling gazed at the eighteen strange light clusters deep in the desert; at that moment, the eighteen clusters burst forth with green light, as if responding to him.

"Heiyao.

"Is Haotian Palace in that direction?"

Longling looked at the dazed Heiyao and asked.

Heiyao hurriedly regained his composure, took out an ancient scroll, carefully analyzed the route to Haotian Palace, and only when the analysis was extremely accurate did he respond to Longling's words.

"Daoist Longling, Haotian Palace is not in that position."

Heiyao said very cautiously.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Longling's inner resentment eased somewhat, and then he gestured to Heiyao to set off.

Seeing this, Heiyao immediately communicated with the Dadi Ewei Xi; only to see yellow light surge from its feet, blazing runes flashing continuously, a strong sonic boom erupting suddenly, leaving an afterimage in the blink of an eye, and it fled along the path cleared by the Netherworld fiendish soldiers.

Just as Heiyao and the others had just left their original position, their ears were instantly filled with mournful, piercing cries.

The cultivators on the back of the Dadi Ewei Xi turned their heads toward the sound; all were so frightened their mouths twitched incessantly, and behind them, Universe Cultivators and Netherworld fiendish soldiers erupted into a great melee once again.

Strands of scarlet liquid gathered into streams, slowly sinking into the depths of the desert.

Although the Universe Cultivators fled in disarray while retreating, they still encountered a terrible calamity, with eighty or ninety percent being hunted and devoured by the Netherworld fiendish soldiers.

"Daoist Longling, thank you."

Upon realizing they were gradually distancing themselves from the desert where the Netherworld fiendish soldiers were, everyone showed a look of gratitude.

Out of respect for Longling, the Netherworld fiendish soldiers automatically opened a path of life, securing vitality for everyone; this was extremely strange.

Everything hinted at profound mysteries, yet no one dared to ask.

This could only be attributed to Longling's extraordinarily powerful origin and deep background.

"Daoist Longling, you have granted us a great kindness of nine lives; if there is anything needing to be handled, just give the order."

Guinyin Shi offered thanks to Longling, an existence that can command the dead and also sell face, absolutely not trivial; we must maintain good relations.

Especially the black banner in Longling's hand, which can make the corpse overlords in the coffins stir, is of supreme use to the corpse overlords.

If I were to kill and seize treasures, it would definitely not work; that would be seeking my own death.

If I could be used by Longling, perhaps the black banner could assist him in using it, causing the corpse overlords to undergo transformation.

"Daoist Longling, do you still lack lackeys? Bobo Ji has a clean, pretty appearance but no intimidation."

"I am willing to serve Daoist Longling attendantly, guard his safety, and shock the treacherous, deceitful scholars."

At this moment, Heifeng retracted his swirling mist to reveal his true form: a youth dressed in a black robe.

On his scorched-black face, half of it bore an engraved image of the samsara purgatory ghost, giving a ferocity that was extremely chilling.

All the cultivators on the Dadi Ewei Xi furrowed their brows; no wonder Heifeng said he could shock the minor realms.

With such a ghostly appearance, he is comparable to the earlier Netherworld fiendish soldiers.

Heifeng also seemed to have detected Longling's strange expression, and immediately spoke expectantly.

"Not hiding it from Daoist Longling, the Black Clan is mysterious."

It is said that the supreme ancestor of all ages, using witchcraft curse power, imprinted the key to the supreme divine treasury into the bloodline of descendants.

Any eldest son of the Black Clan's legitimate line, upon birth, will have the Xisha Tuten mark on his face.

This totem is the secret key to opening the divine treasury.

Longling fellow cultivator, you must absolutely not be deceived.

Although the Huanyu Black Clan is deceitful, rumors say they have this kind of secret, yet it has leaked into the Universe Cultivation World.

Over tens of thousands of years, the various major Dao lineages have captured many heirs of the Black Clan for study, causing the Huanyu Black Clan to wither.

After studying the Xisha Tuten, the various major Dao lineages reached a unanimous conclusion: the Black Clan's half-baked founding ancestor, fearing his own demise and the annihilation of the entire clan by enemies, left behind falsehoods to deceive everyone.

Its purpose is to draw the attention of the various major powers, thereby using their hands to pressure the Black Clan's enemies.

Sacrifice the clan's heir to protect the entire Black Clan.

Guinyin Shi, upon hearing Heifeng's words, immediately jumped out to refute.

He thought this was an opportunity to help Longling and did not want to let it go at all.

Nonsense.

That's just them being stupid, not knowing the methods of the Black Clan's unparalleled founding ancestor.

Heifeng, upon hearing those words, hurriedly came out to refute.

On that ferocious face, a pair of vicious eyes revealed an extremely cold gaze, and the heavy fists clenched tightly, producing the sound of ancient joints grinding.

If it weren't for Longling being right before his eyes, fearing to desecrate Longling's dignity, Heihui would have directly attacked Guinyin Shi.