Chapter 205: Seizing the Universe Bag

"This is a Flying Corpse of the Witch Ghost Path."

The Witch Ghost Path was once a sect in Tianzhou.

They focused on refining the dead and raising evil Ghosts, making them a true Evil Dao.

Later, because they incited public anger, the Witch Ghost Path was wiped out, and a small number of disciples fled to the Wilderness Continent to develop.

These Flying Corpses were refined by the Witch Ghost Path; from low to high, they are divided into Iron Corpse, Copper Corpse, Silver Corpse, Gold Corpse, Flying Corpse, Witch Corpse, Heavenly Corpse, Corpse Emperor, and Witch Venerable.

A Flying Corpse is equivalent to an Innate Martial Master, and because they are impervious to blades and spears and can fly, their combat power is far stronger than an ordinary Innate Martial Master.

The Flying Corpses are overlords of the Wilderness Continent, and seeing someone actually flying higher than them, they were immediately enraged.

They felt their dignity had been provoked, so they soared into the sky and came at Yin Qi with steel forks.

"Let me!"

Just as Yin Qi was about to make a move, Chan Yinsha suddenly spoke.

She pressed her fair hand, and two thunder orbs fell from her palm, then grew in the wind, quickly becoming the size of millstones.

Boom—!

The thunder orbs landed on the two Flying Corpses, and a massive explosion occurred instantly.

The Flying Corpses, which were impervious to blades and spears, were instantly blown into countless pieces of corpse, which fell plop-plop onto the sea surface.

Yin Qi praised: "Yin Sha, your thunder technique is already almost indistinguishable from real Thunder; the Shenxiao Sect's thunder technique seems much more exquisite than the Immortal Dao Sect's."

The Immortal Dao Sect is also skilled in thunder techniques.

Chan Yinsha smiled proudly: "That goes without saying, my Shenxiao Sect is the ancestor of playing with thunder."

"According to my Calculation, the Universe Bag should be behind that high mountain; let's go."

Yin Qi pointed at the distant Tianjue Mountain.

He held Chan Yinsha, turned into a stream of light, and flew toward Tianjue Mountain.

Circling around Tianjue Mountain, there was a large plain hundreds of miles in radius, with the massive Tianwu City as the center, surrounded entirely by large tracts of farmland and village after village.

Countless savage Slaves were working numbly under the driving of Witch Ghost Path disciples.

Whips like poisonous snakes lashed out at the Slaves from time to time.

Chan Yinsha frowned and said: "This Witch Ghost Path truly doesn't treat Slaves as humans. My Chuyun Kingdom also has many Slaves, but we don't enslave them like this; instead, we give them hope, let them complete stipulated tasks, and then after a number of years, they can become Commoners and be allotted land and a homestead."

Yin Qi's expression was cold and stern; a cyan mist appeared in his eyes as he activated the Po Wang Eye, seeing that the sky above Tianwu City was filled with pitch-black resentment, the entire sky rendered like a dark night, and faintly, one could seem to hear countless wronged souls wailing.

This is because the people of the Witch Ghost Path act cruelly, often using the Imperial Essence Blood and spirits of savages to perform Refining, and even to enhance the effects of their Dharma Treasure, they use various means to torture the savages.

Over time, plus the countless people who died building this Tianwu City, the resentment within Tianwu City soared to the heavens.

Looking at this sky full of resentment, it seemed to faintly form a peerless Array Formation; I imagine it must be the Ten Thousand Ghosts Facing the Ancestor Array of the Witch Ghost Path.

"Witch Ghost Path, you all deserve to die!"

Yin Qi's expression was cold and sharp.

Although those killed were savages, savages are also human.

For the sake of cultivation and building the city, the Witch Ghost Path has completely lost its conscience.

However, in the center of this Tianwu City, a large expanse of Pure Yang Qi was rising; this Pure Yang Qi was like a scorching sun, preventing the surrounding resentment from getting close.

Yin Qi knew that it must be emanating from the Universe Bag.

The Universe Bag was made from the skin of a Peak Human Immortal; its Pure Yang is like a great sun, and it simply cannot be concealed.

After the Great Zen Temple was destroyed, the Jingren Monk took the Universe Bag and a portion of the disciples and fled all the way here, seeking refuge with the Witch Ghost Path.

……

Tianwu City is very large, with an Imperial Palace in the center.

Yin Qi and Chan Yinsha did not hide their tracks; they descended from the sky and landed straight on the plaza in front of a palace.

This palace was precisely used to worship the Universe Bag, emanating a Pure Yang aura like a great sun.

"Who goes there?"

This palace was named the War God Hall; it was guarded by both Great Zen Temple disciples and Witch Ghost Path disciples.

Seeing the suddenly appearing Yin Qi and Chan Yinsha, their bodies tensed up.

"Let me!"

Chan Yinsha seemed to want to show off in front of Yin Qi; she raised her fair hand, and dozens of thunder orbs flew out, exploding suddenly as the Great Zen Temple and Witch Ghost Path disciples rushed forward.

Boom—!

Each thunder orb exploded like a cannonball.

The Great Zen Temple and Witch Ghost Path disciples screamed and flew backward, falling all over the ground.

The Great Zen Temple disciples were fine, but the Witch Ghost Path disciples were miserable.

They practiced evil arts and feared thunder techniques the most, so they were finished off directly.

"Let's go!"

Chan Yinsha pulled Yin Qi with a giggle and walked into the War God Hall.

The two walked into the hall and saw an Altar standing in the center of the palace.

On the Altar, a large bag was being worshipped.

This bag was neither silk nor hemp, with a strange color like leather, tightly bound by a rope that looked like a tendon.

It was precisely the Universe Bag.

Yin Qi beckoned with his right hand, and the Universe Bag flew off the Altar and landed in his hand.

It felt slippery to the touch, like mutton-fat white jade.

"This is the Universe Bag!"

Chan Yinsha's eyes lit up, and she touched the Universe Bag: "The Pure Yang Qi is so terrifying, I'm afraid there is nothing else like it."

Thud! Thud!

Suddenly, heavy and hurried footsteps came from outside the hall, approaching from afar at extreme speed.

Yin Qi turned his head and saw a middle-aged monk sprinting toward him.

With eyes wide in fury, he leaped into the hall and roared, "Vile thief, put down the Universe Bag!"

This person was none other than Jingren Monk.

Jingren Monk's Blood Qi surged violently, causing even his black-gold kasaya to billow out; his entire body grew by half its size, truly resembling a Dharma-protecting deity from Buddhism, and he struck out with a fist seal.

This was the Dragon Elephant Dharma Seal of the Great Zen Temple, renowned for being extremely rigid and fierce.

Yin Qi's expression remained indifferent; he merely waved his hand casually.

Clang!

Fist and palm collided, unexpectedly producing a sound like clashing metal weapons.

"What!"

Jingren Monk's eyes widened; he felt a vast force rebounding toward him, and in the face of this power, he felt so insignificant that he was completely unable to control himself, flying backward at an even faster speed.

Boom!

Jingren Monk was thrown over twenty meters, crashing into and destroying the perimeter wall outside the War God Hall, sending dust and smoke rising everywhere.

At this moment, the Witch Ghost Path Sect Master Wu Yutong and the three great elders arrived.

They were all Ghost Immortal powerhouses.

Behind them were fourteen Corpse Emperors, radiating terrifying auras.

While the likes of Iron Corpse and Copper Corpse were all ugly in appearance, resembling Demon, the Corpse Emperors had golden crowns on their heads—much like an Emperor's imperial crown—with faces as dignified as divine generals, looking exactly like an Emperor wearing a dragon robe.

Only, on their backs, they each grew a pair of golden wings.

In terms of combat power, each Corpse Emperor was equivalent to a Peak Grandmaster, but even a Martial Saint would find them difficult to kill, not only because they had copper skin and iron bones that were impervious to blades and spears, but also because they could fly.

If not in a direct head-on battle, a single Corpse Emperor was enough to pin down a Martial Saint.

Yet the Witch Ghost Path possessed fourteen such Corpse Emperors, which showed the terror of their strength; one could only wonder how many wild people they had killed in the process.

"What!"

Looking at Jingren Monk, who was still stumbling after crashing through the wall, Wu Yutong and the others were shocked beyond measure.

One had to know that Jingren Monk was a Martial Saint, and an Intermediate Martial Saint at that.