Chapter 137: Mountain Ghost Black Lang

"What?!"

"What happened?"

"Bad, there's demonic aura!!"

Yan Buji was startled, his face turning pale, as he saw a black silhouette suddenly plunge down the mountain. It moved so fast his left eye couldn't even catch an afterimage. Instinctively he sensed a lethal threat, stepped back a pace and kicked Zhu Yu with all his might!

"Ah, Ji Bu you!!"

Zhu Yu hadn't recovered, and being a beat slower, was kicked by Yan Buji, flying and smashing hard into the black shadow!

Bang!

Like a balloon bursting, in an instant a rain of blood and splintered flesh filled the sky; beside them Li Wang's face went ashen, he leapt back ten meters and stared at Yan Buji.

"Dao‑friend Ji, you?"

"Dao‑friend Li, perhaps we should first think of a way to survive," Yan Buji took a deep breath.

Bang!

The black shadow hit the ground, and the scene fell silent at once.

Only a creature about human‑size, resembling a black chimpanzee yet radiating a bizarre black demonic aura, stood there. Two pairs of ashen bone spines protruded from its back, and two sharp fangs in its mouth clutched a bright red heart, which it chewed greedily.

"Mountain Ghost Black Lang?!"

Wang Jie cried out in surprise, instantly leapt into the air to escape!

But the Black Lang seemed unwilling to let him go, pounding its chest with both hands, it roared:

"Roar!!!"

A massive roar echoed, accompanied by a tawny aura rising from the mountain, and a thin veil of light suddenly enveloped the entire peak!

Wang Jie seemed to realize this, and drew from the Storage Accumulation Device a long sword resembling a human spine; on its blood‑colored bone segments countless vengeful spirits wailed in agony!

With his mana surging, he swung the sword upward!

In an instant, the massive blood‑colored sword qi hit the light veil; the tawny glow and the blood light eroded each other, yet the vengeful spirits within the blood sword qi proved superior!

Bang!

The light veil the Black Lang had cast was sliced through by Wang Jie's sword, and it burst outward.

"Hahaha, Wang family, you really tried to steal a chicken and ended up losing the rice, huh? Didn't expect a mountain ghost to be here, did you? Hahaha, I suppose those Elders of your Wang family were also slain by this mountain ghost; I won't waste any more time with you!" Wang Jie's face turned ashen; the sword he just used had drained most of his mana!

If it weren't for this, battling the Mountain Ghost Black Lang among the four demons of 'Chi Mei Wang Liang' on the peak would be tantamount to courting death!

This Black Lang is likely at the Foundation Establishment Stage, yet it is forged from the resentful spirits of the dead mountain's living essences—far more brutal and terrifying than ordinary earth spirits, an extremely aggressive demonic ghost!

Moreover, within its territory, if it taps the ley lines, its realm could suddenly surge to a level comparable to the Golden Core Stage!

This is no game, Wang Jie inhaled deeply, turned and fled without hesitation.

The remaining members of the Wang family widened their eyes, looking bewildered.

How… could this happen?

They had painstakingly set this trap, positioning three family Elders at the Foundation Establishment Stage here, yet they hadn't expected a Black Lang, which instead saved Wang Jie's life!

"How unjust the heavens! Wang Jie defies humanity, is blood‑thirsty, commits every evil! Why doesn't Heaven seize him, yet instead aids him?!" Wang Wen wailed, not knowing whether it was because the Black Lang had singled him out for certain death, or because he truly wished to punish the wicked.

"It's over, we all will die!"

"The Black Lang even set a seal, completely cutting off this place!"

Yan Buji looked at the already desperate Li Wang, knowing this man was of little use.

To escape, the only way was to swiftly evade the Black Lang's gaze, though he wasn't sure he could pass through the seal the Black Lang had laid.

"I can't, like Wang Jie, break this seal with sheer force; the only way is to locate the seal's weak point...."

Yan Buji's left eye dilated fully, a golden hue staining his pupil, as he carefully surveyed the surroundings.

But how fast can the Black Lang kill?

In the blink of an eye, the Wang family cultivators couldn't summon any resistance and were slain one by one by the Black Lang.

Yan Buji, seeing the tide turn, ran while glancing, electric light flashing beneath his feet, and in an instant covered dozens of meters.

Spending mana recklessly, he unleashed the full might of the electric flash; at that moment Yan Buji's speed was no slower than that of late‑stage Qi‑refining cultivators, proving the unorthodox technique was indeed formidable, though its cultivation was truly perilous.

Ah!!!

Li Wang's scream rang out, Yan Buji's face turned ashen, realizing that Li Wang was likely dead and the next target would be himself.

Sure enough, the Black Lang, clutching several hearts while running and devouring, caught up to Yan Buji's back within seconds.

"Damn it!"

Yan Buji's complexion shifted, but now his left eye finally saw the spirit flow's direction alter, and he instantly changed course and surged forward.

He cared no more; earlier he had felt the spirit flow all toward the summit, assuming it was due to this Black Lang.

But now, even after running here, the spirit flow's direction remained unchanged, even growing more intense after the Black Lang slaughtered everyone.

"Betting everything, if you can't defeat it or flee, death is just your own stupidity—no wonder others!" Yan Buji didn't regret any of his choices, only resented his own weakness.

He wouldn't even dare a hint of resistance; even in death he wouldn't be content!

Yan Buji abruptly altered his course, seeing the Black Lang's massive hand grasping toward his head, countless scenes flashing before his eyes.

The only way out was to take the hit head‑on!

Bang!

Yan Buji couldn't match the Black Lang's speed, but at that moment the grab caused Yan Buji to side‑kick his own foot onto the Black Lang's hand!

The Black Lang wore a blank expression, fresh blood and torn flesh visible at its mouth corner, and its long arm swung a palm onto Yan Buji's waist!

Snap!

Ah!!

Yan Buji let out a howl, was flung ten meters away, crashing into the mountain.

But Yan Buji couldn't care about his wounds and pain, True Essence surged, and as blood and Qi surged he activated the second tier of the Blood Heaven Ascension Degree, the Bright King Level!

After a brief pain, he pressed down the wound on his body; the slap almost shattered Yan Buji's waist, but Yan Buji reacted quickly, activating the Ming King degree and, with a high‑fidelity Ming‑body jade bone, managed to move barely.

The Blood Heaven Ascension Degree itself is a Martial Dao Profound Skill that maximally amplifies one's strength; even though a severe injury had crippled a kidney, it restored Yan Buji's mobility in this short span, and he, disregarding the Mutant Force, stared fiercely at the black demon's side!

The black demon sensed something amiss and instantly darted away!

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

A massive explosion surged forward; the black demon, though sensing the dramatic shift in spiritual energy, did not expect Yan Buji's left eye to consecutively unleash spiritual blasts, briefly halting it.

Yan Buji didn't expect his low‑level spiritual blasts to harm the black demon, and, ignoring the blood at his mouth corner, he activated an electric flash and surged upward, scaling to the mountaintop!

"Roar roar roar!!!"

The black demon at the foot of the mountain roared suddenly, as if Yan Buji had crossed its limit, and immediately lunged upward.

Yan Buji saw the scene atop the mountain and instantly widened his eyes.