Chapter 406: Seeing Maidong Before the Ghost Gate

Thanks to Liu Lan's Strange Gate Incense-Splitting Technique, the group was finally able to catch their breath.

No one expected that the eldest daughter of the Liu family, who possessed no cultivation at all, could be so formidable.

Although the Strange Gate Incense-Splitting Technique did not require cultivation, it was mentally taxing, and it was merely a stalling tactic; the effect of the incense-splitting technique would not last long, and once the incense burned out, the Strange Gate technique would unravel.

The blue smoke dispersed to form a Dharma Array, and those evil ghosts who had lost their senses were like headless flies trapped in a maze; whether they were mere phantoms or manifested forms, they all shrieked and scurried about, yet they were never able to approach the people at the eye of the array.

Although they were temporarily safe, Xin Yi and Chengkai did not dare to lower their guard, and even Zhanli, who was being tightly gripped by Lianqiao, was secretly pinching finger seals.

Beads of sweat appeared on Liu Lan's forehead, and she looked extremely exhausted. Adao saw this and felt very anxious in his heart. Looking again at Long Qi, who was sleeping like a dead pig, he wished he could go up and slap him a few times, but hindered by the fact that there were too many people present, he forcibly suppressed this impulse.

What a useless thing! Can't count on him for anything!

But just being anxious is no use! They are about to become the meal in the bellies of evil ghosts!

Lianqiao and Zhao Wuyang were also very anxious, calling out to Long Qi incessantly, but Long Qi still had no reaction at all, sleeping on his own as if the danger around him had nothing to do with him.

The more anxious they were, the faster time flew; seeing the incense reaching its end, Long Qi still had no reaction at all.

The brief respite did allow the few of them to recover some strength, but Liu Lan seemed to have exhausted all her energy, panting heavily, with sweat pouring down like rain.

Miss Liu Lan had no cultivation to begin with, and having expended so much mental effort, she would certainly be unable to recover in a short time; this time, it could only be a last stand.

The few of them each gripped their weapons tightly and pinched finger seals; everyone seemed to have made a desperate resolution, and even Zhao Wuyang and Lianqiao, who were afraid in their hearts, stood up with solemn faces.

"Are you afraid?" Lianqiao asked Zhao Wuyang.

Zhao Wuyang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with a stiff neck, "Not afraid!"

Looking at the forcefully composed Zhao Wuyang, Lianqiao gave a bitter smile—if you're afraid, just be afraid, what's there to be embarrassed about? I'm afraid too!

Lianqiao had come to save Lingxiang and had originally thought that it was just some demon creatures, and it wasn't as if she hadn't seen them before, but she hadn't expected to encounter such terrifying things as ghosts.

Admittedly, it was only natural for there to be ghosts in the Underworld, but no one said they would encounter them face-to-face! With evil ghosts running so rampant, those Underworld Generals and ghost messengers were nowhere to be seen; could it be that they were all good-for-nothings?

But even if there was resentment, now was not the time for complaints; the most important thing right now was to save their own little lives.

The incense burned out, and the blue smoke grew thinner and thinner, leaving only a faint scent of sandalwood.

Those evil ghosts finally broke free and stopped scurrying about, their shrill voices echoing throughout the entire mountain.

The group was poised and ready to fight when, at this moment, Long Qi's eyelashes trembled slightly; as if sensing danger, he suddenly opened his eyes, performed a carp-like spring, and drew his sword to slash at his surroundings.

Sword Qi burst forth, striking the ground where the Dharma Array had been laid; streaks of raging flames erupted, separating the pouncing evil ghosts and surrounding the group within.

After seeing the situation clearly, Long Qi scratched his head, his face full of confusion: Huh? What happened?

Just now in his sea of consciousness, he only felt someone calling him, but after walking outside, he discovered many demons and ghosts, so he subconsciously swung his sword to slash; now that he had come to his senses, he didn't expect to be in such a predicament.

This...

Is this a dream or reality?

"You finally came back to life!"

Adao shouted, and Zhao Wuyang was also overjoyed.

Long Qi heard it clearly and only then confirmed that he had truly woken up, but what exactly was the situation right now?

Zhao Wuyang briefly told Long Qi what had happened, and Long Qi finally understood, but he still didn't quite understand something.

"Then what about Bai Wuchang?"

That's right! Where was Venerable Wuchang?

The crowd looked at each other, none of them knowing where Bai Wuchang had gone, so Xin Yi explained the situation.

It turned out that after the Netherworld Gate was opened, Xin Yi was the last one to enter. Before leaving, seeing that Bai Wuchang did not look like he was going to accompany them, he asked, and who would have thought that Bai Wuchang would say he was waiting for those who would come later, and so on.

Those who would come later?

Could it be that someone else was coming to the Netherworld?

But now was not the time to think about these things; right now, they should first think of a way to escape.

Long Qi calmed his mind and only then realized that he seemed to have swung the Longyuan Sword just now, but it didn't feel as heavy as it had before, so he tried it again, and sure enough, it was incomparably light.

Although he didn't know why, it was a good thing regardless.

Long Qi told the others to step back, then bit his finger, performed a seal, and wiped the blood from his fingertip onto the sword body.

Longyuan instantly glowed with a red light, like the morning sun. Long Qi raised the sword to slash, but the sword technique was only half-executed when, following the sound of a bell, an object flew from afar and blocked his strike.

It was actually a mourning staff! Only, the paper craft of this mourning staff was black, which was somewhat different from what was commonly seen.

While the crowd was astonished, a figure descended from the sky, dressed in a black robe and wearing an official hat, upon which was written "Peace Under Heaven."

It was Hei Wuchang!

As soon as Hei Wuchang appeared, he threw out an iron chain. That chain was like a black Snake, weaving continuously among the evil ghosts; in the blink of an eye, it had bound them tightly, and no matter how those souls struggled, they could not break free from the shackles of the chain.

Groups of souls were locked up, looking like exiled prisoners, and with the clanking sounds, the scene was spectacular.

Just after all the ghosts were captured, two more figures flew in from afar, one tall and thin, the other burly.

The tall and thin one had a dignified face, wore colorful battle armor, and held a golden battle halberd; the burly one had a relaxed expression, wore a black battle robe, and held a small white tiger in his arms.

These two were Shentu and Yulei, the gate gods of the Ghost Gate.

Shentu and Yulei nodded toward Hei Wuchang without saying anything else, and both transformed into divine light, charging into the two gate towers of the Ghost Gate. Following their transformation, two carvings appeared on the previously bare stone bases of the gate towers, looking incomparably dignified and causing one to feel awe in their heart.

The group was about to step forward to pay their respects, but Hei Wuchang merely waved his hand, pointed in a direction for the group, and then, dragging the chain of evil ghosts and shaking the mourning staff in his hand, disappeared into the mist.

"This Venerable Hei Wuchang is as sparing with his words as ever!" Zhao Wuyang could not help but exclaim.

Xin Yi smiled and rubbed Zhao Wuyang's head, then looked in the direction Hei Wuchang had pointed; in the mist, one could vaguely see someone stumbling toward them.

Seeing this, the group immediately became alert—could there be remnants left?

But then they thought, according to the divine power Hei Wuchang had just displayed, there shouldn't be any fish that slipped through the net, so who could it be?

Could it be the Demon Race?

As those two figures drew closer, the group finally saw clearly that the ones coming were none other than two familiar faces, one a wolf-head and the other Boluohui, and Boluohui was carrying someone on his back.

"It's Senior Sister Maidong!" Lianqiao shouted.

Xin Yi clenched his fists tightly, staring fixedly at the person on Boluohui's back, not daring to move a single bit, fearing that everything before his eyes was a dream.

Guining...

It is his Guining!