Chapter 1156: The Gathering of the Crowd

Amid the cold, deathly silent palace complex, large numbers of figures shot through the air, surging phase force rising in waves, the spectacle quite magnificent.

After Li Luo's group successfully linked up with Jiang Jiang Qinge, Wu Changkong and the others, the team, whether in scale or strength, could truly be called a formidable force.

And at this moment, the direction of the crowd pointed straight at the "Heavenly Ghost Altar" located at the central position of this Zhongsheng Palace.

That place would be the endpoint of this conscription mission.

All victory and defeat would manifest there.

The main force rushed forward unimpeded, encountering not the slightest obstruction, whether those bizarre evil ghosts or the coffin-bearers of the Brake Ghost Sect, all seeming to have vanished without a trace.

Yet no one felt relaxed because of this, for everyone understood that the present calm was merely the prelude to a storm.

Li Luo and Jiang Jiang Qinge walked side by side, quite close together—this was mainly because Li Luo had forcibly pressed himself over, and after Jiang Jiang Qinge cast him a sidelong glance, she did not stop him.

But this scene, falling in the eyes of onlookers, stirred some sour feelings once more.

That Wei Chonglou trembled all over, his eyes bloodshot, while Wu Changkong hid at the very front of the team to avoid adding to his inner frustration.

Later, Feng Lingyuan quietly sent a voice transmission over, telling him to restrain himself a bit, lest the team collapse from within before even reaching the "Heavenly Ghost Altar."

Only then did Li Luo sheepishly give up, shifting his body half an inch away.

Such unimpeded rapid advance lasted roughly the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, when Li Luo and the others suddenly felt a jolt in their hearts and sharply looked up ahead.

They saw in the distant front rows of ghastly white, cold giant pillars standing tall—those giant pillars were not unfamiliar to them, being precisely the "Ten Thousand Skin Evil Heart Pillars" they had previously destroyed.

Only here, such pillars could be seen everywhere.

Especially atop some of the evil heart pillars stood bizarre stone statues, faceless, with a ferocious "Evil" character inscribed at the position of the face.

"Evil Ghost Horde!"

When the crowd saw those stone statues, their gazes sharpened slightly.

Li Luo's gaze passed over these evil heart pillars toward the more central position, where he saw a massive ghost-faced statue, emanating an eerie, twisted feeling from every part, the ghost face looking skyward, its massive tusked maw gaping open, and at this moment, ghastly white liquid continuously flowed from within that tusked maw, pooling into a pond.

Those streams of ghastly white liquid emanated endless cold, sinister aura, as if they were the product of simmering human skin in a furnace for a long time.

Clearly, this massive ghost-faced statue was the destination of Li Luo's group on this trip.

The Heavenly Ghost Altar!

Wu Changkong, Feng Lingyuan and the others exchanged glances, all harboring one thought: as long as this thing was destroyed, those so-called "True Demon Eggs" would no longer be able to form and merge.

As long as the "True Demon Eggs" could not merge, then their mission this time would be considered a great success.

"Attack!"

So in the next instant, Wu Changkong struck first. With a fierce roar, his vast, surging phase force shot skyward, directly transforming into a massive scroll of a Tian Xiang Diagram.

The Tian Xiang Diagram was crimson as fire, and within the sea of flames across the sky, a giant ox-shaped light figure appeared, breathing in and out flames, emitting earth-shaking sounds.

Wu Changkong possessed both a main and auxiliary phase: the Lower Nine Grade Kui Ox Phase and the Fire Phase.

Li Luo gazed at that magnificent "Tian Xiang Diagram," a hint of surprise rising in his eyes. Though this Wu Changkong was annoying, this level of strength was indeed impressive—no wonder he could firmly hold the position of chief of the Tianxing Hall of the Tianyuan Ancient Academy.

Judging by his "Tian Xiang Diagram," it was probably already over nine thousand zhang.

This was the true peak of the Da Tian Xiang Jing!

Feng Lingyuan, Yin Yue Zhiyu, Duanmu and others all fell somewhat short of his level.

As Wu Changkong erupted with phase force first, the rest of the group also activated their phase force without hesitation. In an instant, one magnificent Tian Xiang Diagram after another continuously manifested in midair.

However, as the group stirred up towering energy fluctuations, the evil ghost stone statues atop those evil heart pillars also began rapidly melting at this moment.

In just a dozen or so breaths, the grayish-white color on the surface of the stone statues faded, replaced by that glaring crimson.

Rolling waves of evil aura spread out, and the "Evil" character on the faces of those great evil ghosts also began to writhe gradually at this moment, as if a vitality was being born.

Hiss hiss!

In the next instant, those great evil ghosts, wrapped in rolling evil aura, leapt down from the evil heart pillars and pounced directly toward the ancient academy team on this side.

An intense great battle erupted directly.

"Li Luo, follow me!"

Jiang Jiang Qinge's slender hand tightly gripped her heavy sword, she turned her head and said to Li Luo, then she charged ahead at the forefront. As she activated her dual phases, two "Light Spirit Envoys" manifested behind her, breathing in the light energy between heaven and earth, which after transformation, rapidly poured into her body.

The moment Jiang Jiang Qinge entered the battlefield, she immediately became the most dazzling presence on the entire field. Her light phase force transformed into sharp, fierce attacks sweeping across, and the sacred and purifying effects of her dual Nine Grade phases were almost truly invincible.

These great evil ghosts before them—even when Wu Changkong's attacks landed on them, they could rely on their tenacious vitality to tough it out for a moment—but before Jiang Jiang Qinge, two or three sword strikes were enough to inflict grievous wounds.

"Li Luo, finish them off!" And every time this happened, she would remind Li Luo.

Li Luo suddenly understood, raised his Dragon Elephant Blade and slashed with all his might, cleaving the grievously wounded great evil ghost in two.

Then, he felt the Ancient Spirit Leaf on the back of his hand tremble, and a message came through.

Da Gong plus one!

Li Luo was overjoyed, then teary-eyed—only those who had experienced the previous desperate struggle to snatch Da Gong could understand how exhilarating this moment truly was.

One blade, one Da Gong.

And no need to risk his life with the Great Blood Poison Art.

It was simply like getting something for nothing.

The big white goose is mighty! I don't want to work hard anymore.

The fierce slaughter rapidly entered a white-hot stage.

More and more great evil ghosts whistled in, and the top students from both ancient academies all faced encirclement attacks.

However, just at this moment, from the distant right side, numerous phase force fluctuations suddenly erupted.

The crowd turned to look and was greatly delighted—it was the other teams beginning to arrive one after another.

Boom!

A brilliant stream of light tore across the sky from afar, like a meteor, descending in a ferocious posture, directly smashing the two great evil ghosts coming at it into a spray of blood and mud across the sky.

The ground in this area all trembled for it.

Gazes of astonishment were cast over, and they saw at the broken, collapsed ground, a petite figure appeared.

That figure wore black-and-white robes, both hands gripping a massive club; the hood concealed their head, yet beneath it, a clean, goose-egg-shaped small face was revealed.

If one ignored the terrifying Phantasmal Power fluctuations constantly erupting from within her body, anyone seeing her would likely cry out how adorable she was.

Even Wu Changkong could not help but turn his gaze toward her, his eyes then sharpening.

Upon that delicate young girl, even he sensed an aura of danger.

In that instant, he understood the other's identity; aside from that Chief of the Ancient Saintlight Academy, Ning Meng, who else could it be?

"Mid-Ninth Grade, Chasing Light Beast Phantasm..." Wu Changkong sighed inwardly. Although both were Ninth Grade, and he even possessed an Auxiliary Phantasm, there was still some gap between Lower-Ninth and Mid-Ninth.

After all, over these years, to evolve his own Lower-Ninth Grade Phantasm Nature into Mid-Ninth Grade, he did not know how many Spirit Water and Strange Lights he had swallowed and refined, yet the results remained meager; thus, he understood even more clearly how vast the chasm between Lower-Ninth and Mid-Ninth truly was.

"Haha, children, I'm here!"

As soon as Ning Meng entered, she planted the large club into the ground, then placed her hands on her hips and let out a crisp, loud laugh.

"Is she that Chief from the Ancient Saintlight Academy, Ning Meng?" Ning Meng's commotion was so great that Li Luo naturally looked over and immediately asked.

Jiang Jiang Qinge nodded her head slightly.

"So adorable," Li Luo praised.

Jiang Jiang Qinge chuckled lightly: "If she were to punch you, you might not feel that way."

"Xiao-E!"

While the two spoke, the entering Ning Meng immediately spotted Jiang Jiang Qinge's side; the pure, sacred aura emanating from the latter's body made her eyes instantly brighten.

Then, with a delicate cry, she grabbed the large club and darted toward Jiang Jiang Qinge's side.

Seeing this, Jiang Jiang Qinge sheathed her sword and stood still.

Ning Meng rushed over, threw herself at Jiang Jiang Qinge, then hung both arms around her slender neck, grinning as she said: "I've missed you to death!"

"So fragrant! So soft!" She also rubbed her cheek against Jiang Jiang Qinge's chest.

Jiang Jiang Qinge felt somewhat helpless.

Seeing this scene, Li Luo could not help but glare at Ning Meng; good heavens, is that something you can touch!

Noticing Li Luo's gaze, Ning Meng also turned her head, meeting his eyes, and a fierce voice came through.

"What are you looking at? Want to get beaten up?!" "(At 1 PM this afternoon, Douyin held a writing livestream; I wrote this chapter while rushing the draft on stream... Tomorrow, I might continue from 10 AM to 12 PM, welcome everyone to supervise.)"