Chapter 357

The ghostly wailing from all four sides entered the building, and the group of samsara travelers turned pale. They had come this time only to deal with one ghost envoy. They had never thought there would be a situation where all four great ghost envoys arrived...

Under the White Bone King, the five great ghost envoys had not all struck together for three hundred years.

What terrified them most was that if the five great ghost envoys all arrived, the only one who could suppress them would be the White Bone Demon King himself. If this peerless demon king also came, this battle could be called ten deaths and no life.

For a time, the group of samsara travelers all had thoughts of retreating.

Chan Master Master Fa Xin stood out, stepped forward, and held his kasaya, saying: "Namo Wonderful Dharma Lotus! This fellow Daoist's zither sound contains the qi of the firm yang of the Brother Qian Heaven, its momentum like thunder. Just by revealing a little, it broke the pipa ghost sound and the soul-summoning Zen chanting!"

"To contend with the four great ghost envoys with the strength of one person, these few zither sounds are terrifying and awe-inspiring!"

He seemed to have discovered the wavering in the samsara travelers' hearts and deliberately pointed out Brother Qian Chen's previous actions to boost morale.

Sure enough, hearing these words, the samsara travelers were inexplicably shocked.

Before, the red building ghost wailing, pipa demonic sound, soul-summoning Zen chanting, and dragging saber sound came from all directions, intertwining, causing everyone's consciousness to become dim and their souls to almost leave their bodies. Except for the Daoist Zhao Boyan, the other three samsara travelers had not noticed how these soul-summoning ghost sounds had disappeared.

Following Master Fa Xin's gaze, everyone looked at Brother Qian Chen's position. They saw the plain, even somewhat simple ancient zither placed on the table in front of him. Everyone dared not underestimate it; the one that broke the four types of ghost sounds was this zither.

The four great ghost envoys were all formidable enemies capable of contending with several Core Formation True Persons. Previously, just the red building ghost envoy alone had almost caused them, along with Chan Master Master Fa Xin, to capsize despite their full efforts.

And this person could actually contend with the four great ghost envoys joining forces without falling into a disadvantage.

Added to that was the big man who had beheaded two demonic samsara travelers and whose sword path was like a god; the saber-wielder Luo Sen, who had long been famous among demon hunters; Master Fa Xin, who had also revealed Core Formation cultivation when dealing with the owner of the red building, along with their group of veteran samsara travelers who had joined forces to behead the black-robed ghost envoy.

Now the red building ghost envoy had been suppressed, leaving three ghost envoys.

It might not be impossible to fight!

Brother Qian Chen pressed the zither strings and said calmly: "Just exchanged one move with the four of them from afar, it doesn't explain anything?" His heart was bright, but he couldn't show too much strength, slaughtering the four great ghost envoys like cutting melons and vegetables.

What if the White Bone King saw it and didn't come out?

Among those few demon kings, the Wisdom Zhi Zhi Lang Wang was skilled in divine sense, and the White Bone King was an evil spirit, most restrained by Brother Qian Chen's true body. These two demons might be ranked second or third among the five great demon kings, but Brother Qian Chen found them simpler to deal with than other demon kings.

This time, the White Bone King wanted to make a move on the desolate market, which was an excellent opportunity to intercept and kill it.

Brother Qian Chen could not expose his true strength, but he had to help those samsara travelers contain one or two ghost envoys, letting them occupy a slight upper hand, thereby forcing the White Bone King to strike.

"Yan Shixiong brother!" Brother Qian Chen said faintly: "Once the four great ghost envoys join forces to rescue the owner of the red building trapped by me, the situation will turn sharply downward, so they cannot be allowed to converge. The Soul-Hooking Ghost Envoy is coming in from the main entrance, the Bull-Head Ghost Envoy is on the left, and the Pipa Ghost Envoy is in the back!"

"I can suppress the owner of the red building and simultaneously contain the Pipa Ghost Envoy with zither sound!"

"As for the remaining two, senior brother, you pick one!"

Yan Shu laughed loudly: "Listening to that Bull-Head Ghost Envoy, it seems to be a saber user. Yan loves nothing more than hard-hitting combat; I'll deal with the Bull-Head Ghost Envoy!"

Chan Master Master Fa Xin bowed slightly and said: "Then this poor monk will drag down the Soul-Hooking Ghost Envoy!"

Among the four samsara travelers, the one who looked the most mature, Zhou Zheng, cupped his fists and said: "Then our group of four will provide cover for the three of you, responding to you at any time, and also deal with other demonic ghosts!"

Brother Qian Chen looked at them deeply and said: "Then everyone, please be careful! The commotion here is so great that it is very likely to continue to attract people from the demon side, and on our side, friend and foe are hard to distinguish!"

Lady Tong said in shock on the team channel: "They are actually samsara travelers!"

The Daoist Zhao Boyan said: "This mission has a huge scale, and it is the most dangerous faction mission. Didn't we guess long ago that there was more than one team of samsara travelers?"

"These two were never mentioned in the plot background, yet their methods are shocking. It's very normal for them to be samsara travelers!"

"This mission, the demon side is powerful! It's very normal for there to be one or two powerful figures on the human side!" Zhou Zheng said solemnly: "I even suspect that the Wisdom Zhi Zhi Lang Wang was killed by samsara travelers on the human side!"

"Compared to them, our side is just a small scene!"

The Faceless Gentleman, whose face was completely burned, had been silent, and only then did he suddenly speak: "I am curious, where are their teammates hiding?"

The others were shocked again. That's right! Samsara travelers are usually in teams of five or six, and rarely in pairs.

If these two had teammates, and they were hiding in the dark, while they were all in the open? The four samsara travelers' hearts all sank. Now that other samsara travelers were hiding in the dark, and they were all in the open, they couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.

Even knowing that this should be a faction mission where the human side sincerely cooperates, it was hard to avoid feeling this way.

Three chilling auras were approaching, so the four samsara travelers stopped talking. It was too late to say anything now; they would deal with this tribulation first and talk about other things later.

Lady Tong secretly raised her eyes to observe Yan Shu, only to see his green-shirted Daoist robe was open and honest, carrying a sword case on his back, pushing open the side door of the red building, standing at the entrance, his whole person like a sword slowly leaving its sheath.

Brother Qian Chen sat by the window at will, leaning sideways toward the cherry blossoms outside, the moonlight falling on the table in front of him, a few cherry blossoms falling on the zither strings. He leaned against the window, somewhat casual and lazy. He didn't know if it was well-disguised or if his bearing was just that extraordinary, but his casualness made the few samsara travelers relax a lot.

The moonlight fell on the red building, suppressing the gloomy ghostly qi in the building into a few gloomy corners.

Chan Master Master Fa Xin stood in the courtyard at the main entrance, slowly pulling out a Vajra pestle from his back waist, waiting for the soul-summoning Sanskrit sound of the Soul-Hooking Ghost Envoy.

The resistance of the red building ghost envoy's true body had gradually weakened a lot!

Brother Qian Chen's eyes were half-open and half-closed, his temperament calm and ethereal. He lowered his eyes to the zither strings, and suddenly his right index finger lightly hooked a string!

A sound of the string moving, long and lingering like a dragon's roar. Lady Tong turned her head in astonishment, seeing the zither strings in front of Brother Qian Chen move, and an invisible, colorless, yet extremely sharp blade was plucked from the strings, slashing toward the back hall.

The red silk filling the sky broke one after another, outlining an invisible blade!

Hiss! Hiss!

The curtain leading to the back hall was lifted, and a beautiful woman's head poked in. She was lying on the ceiling of the red building, her head hanging upside down. An invisible sound blade swept past, and the entire curtain was slashed down.

The bright red light gauze fell to the ground, accompanied by half of a beautiful woman's head.

That beauty had four hands and four feet, all folded toward her back, the whole person lying on the ceiling like a giant spider.

The invisible sound blade swept past, and under the reflection of the candlelight, the shadow of her head suddenly broke, fell, and her body also went limp, her limbs turned, hanging weakly downward, tied by a silk thread from her abdomen, hanging from the ceiling.

Like two headless hanging ghosts with their limbs stacked together.

But in the back hall where the curtain fell, a giant spider web was revealed. The spider web shrouded everything in the back building, many skeletons stuck to the web, covering half of the red building. A white jade beauty like a spider yet like a human hung at the center of the web, carrying a pipa on her back.

Beside her, dozens of spider beauties climbed on the web, lunging toward the main hall of the red building.

Ghost shadows were chaotic, and the giant spider web formed by demonic qi shrouded everything. Dozens of spider beauties in the back hall spat spider silk from their abdomens, white threads shooting out from behind the door, netting toward the crowd.

These scattered demon spider threads were the part of the spider web that spread out, intending to catch them and trap them in the web.

The Pipa Ghost Envoy occupied the center of the spider web, plucking the pipa.

The urgent pipa sound grew loud, the ghost sound trembling along the spider web, spreading out.

Lady Tong slashed out with her sword, the flying sword dividing into a dozen short swords, cutting toward the shooting spider silk. Unexpectedly, the spider silk was extremely tough. Even with the sharpness of the flying sword, it only cut off a small half before being caught by the spider silk, sticking and delaying for an instant.

Just in this instant, the flying sword was instantly entangled by dozens of flying spider threads, firmly binding the flying sword.

The pipa ghost sound's trembling spread along the spider silk to the flying sword.

Following the connection of divine sense in the dark, Lady Tong felt her soul tremble, countless pipa sounds coming from all directions, like an invisible net, slowly trapping her.

In just a moment, her soul left her body, falling toward the demonic qi spider web occupied by the Pipa Ghost Envoy!

At this moment, a zither sound hooked from behind, pulling Lady Tong's soul back into her body, and with another pluck, supreme thunder energy rose into the sky from Brother Qian Chen, great destruction and great purity.

Brother Qian Chen's gaze pierced through the heavy cover of the demonic qi spider web.

In the Demon-Revealing Mirror reflected in his eyes, the true body of the Pipa Ghost Envoy was reflected!

A monster like a spider yet like a scorpion, strangely stitched together by the limbs of a beautiful woman, occupied the ghost net. The tail thorn behind it was like a pipa, hooked on the spider web, feeling the vibration, manipulating this formation divine ability.

"A Jade Spider Scorpion? Anyway, they are both arachnids, it fits!"

A smile curled on the corner of Brother Qian Chen's mouth, but his hands were filled with thunder energy, accompanied by the rolling zither sound, shattering those spider beauties near the entrance into powder. Points of thunder light burst from Brother Qian Chen's zither strings, piercing through the void, falling on the spider web. The thunder light turned and spread, blowing the ghost spiders on the web into powder, splitting them into charred charcoal.

The zither sound suddenly became high-pitched, streaks of thunder plucked from Brother Qian Chen's fingertips, intertwining into a sea of thunder in front of him, sealing the entire back hall.

The flying sword beside Lady Tong was trembling slightly!

The exchange between the person and the demonic ghost, just the collision of auras, evolved into a ghost-realm thunder sea between the two, the collision of righteousness and evil, the aura making her tremble involuntarily!

The Pipa Ghost Envoy's spider web ghost realm actually had a prototype of hell. Only a Yin Spirit Ghost King could form a hell based on their own ghost realm. If she fell into the spider web ghost realm, Lady Tong knew she would find it very difficult to last more than three rounds.

But Brother Qian Chen evolved thunder magic with zither sound, not falling behind at all. No wonder he dared to make a bold statement to contain the Pipa Ghost Envoy alone!

At this time, Brother Qian Chen was quietly transmitting sound to Yan Shu and Ning Ning Qingchen: "Yan Shixiong brother, take it easy, don't scare the White Bone Demon King away!"

"You shut up..."

"Ning junior sister, do you want to come down and play?"

"This monster's divine ability is quite interesting, it actually has a prototype of hell... If my demonic body were still here, I wouldn't mind letting it see what it means to have the Eight Cold and Eight Hot Hells in the palm, evolving Avici!"

Yan Shu's sword case rang behind him, sword qi clanging, like a lotus blooming, waving out.

In the courtyard in front, hundreds of sword qi lotus flowers gathered, blooming, instantly gathering into a giant sword lotus, trapping a bull-headed, human-bodied demonic ghost with an extremely tough demonic body, whose skin couldn't even be scratched by sword qi.

The sword lotus rotated, grinding away the Bull-Head Ghost Envoy within.

The bull suddenly put down the long saber it was carrying on its shoulder and slashed out violently. The ghost-head saber was as heavy as a mountain, carrying heavy, tough, and everything-slashing saber momentum, slashing open the sword lotus.

Tens of thousands of sword qi collided, only touching the saber light before turning to ashes.

"That's fake, senior brother!"

Brother Qian Chen took a moment to glance at Yan Shu's side and transmitted: "Yan Shixiong brother, don't have no sword intent in your sword qi! Maintain the level before Core Formation, wouldn't that be roughly on par with that bull?"

Yan Shu said solemnly: "Junior brother! Shut up!"

"That bull is not simple, it seems... to have a bit of the flavor of Earthly Divine Dao!"

"Although my sword qi kept three parts of its strength, it also used seven parts of its momentum. It can slash it open so easily, its combat power might not be below mine!"

A point of white light flashed in Zhou Zheng's hand, and a talisman arrow shot out, streaks of golden light exploding with fire thunder, each one no less powerful than a sword qi talisman, shooting out.

The light hit the Bull-Head Ghost Envoy like rain hitting banana leaves, the dense explosions like a sudden downpour bursting on the Bull-Head Ghost Envoy's body. The talisman arrows were exhausted, but there wasn't even a scratch on the Bull-Head Ghost Envoy's body.

Zhou Zheng's scalp suddenly exploded, his hair standing on end.

"Underworld Envoy!" Yan Shu said word by word solemnly.

The bull raised its head slightly, its bull-headed human-bodied demonic body indifferent and expressionless, truly having a trace of ancient, heartless divine dao aura...

The main entrance of the red building opened silently, and a sacrificial Buddha like a withered corpse appeared under the moonlight.

It wore a human-skin kasaya, and the long tassels hanging from its Vairocana hat were smeared with twisted six-character mantras in black foul blood. Pieces of magic treasures made of human bones were held in its hands. Four withered arms drilled out from its spine behind it, and two heads the size of fists emerged from behind its ears.

Chan Master Master Fa Xin put his hands together and sneered: "Great Wheel Bright King Image! You can make a Buddha statue, but you cannot be a Buddha!"

The saber-wielder Luo Sen drew another slightly longer saber from behind his back. That saber was longer than a Miao saber, and its curve was also greater. This strange long saber was held by his right hand, naturally hanging downward, the tip of the saber no more than a fraction from the ground.

"Japanese Saber Art!"

The sacrificial Buddha like a corpse spoke slowly: "Another remnant of the Great Ming's Qi family army? No... you mortals shouldn't be able to live that long! And, with human saber art, slashing small ghosts is fine!"

"How can a saber slash a Buddha?"

Luo Sen did not answer, only slowly raised his saber. His left hand also gripped the saber hilt, the long saber held high above his head, his body slightly bowed...

Chan Master Master Fa Xin's expression was a bit strange. He looked up at his back, feeling his body wrapped in mountain-pattern armor, somewhat eerily thin.