Everyone exchanged information about their situations.
Venerable Yuchi and his companions had a similar experience. They met on the road and decided to travel together. Unexpectedly, they encountered demonic cultivators, which led to a fierce battle.
They also sensed the special aura coming from the northeast.
After some discussion, they ultimately agreed to explore the northeast area to figure out what this place was.
With these three joining, including the Xuan Tortoise, they had seven Core Formation cultivators acting together. Even if they encountered a powerful enemy, they could still fight.
After a short rest, they flew together towards the northeast.
At the same time, at the end of the Blackwater River, the Ghost King Sect disciples looked at the green mountain wall in front of them with curiosity, and a noisy discussion arose.
Elder Guiche had finished casting his spell. He held the Ghost King Token in one hand, and a giant green banner hundreds of feet high slowly rotated in front of him, constantly shrinking.
As the green banner swayed, a large area of black clouds in the sky was sucked into the banner.
In the blink of an eye, the green banner shrunk to about ten feet in size and was grabbed by him. Elder Guiche touched the banner and muttered to himself, "The Ghost King Banner has finally returned to my sect."
The green surface of the Ghost King Banner after shrinking was surrounded by traces of black air, all transformed from pure Yin energy. The black air constantly changed, sometimes forming a ghost head and sometimes a vague shadow.
Elder Guiche flashed and landed next to Sect Master Yan, handing over the Ghost King Banner. "There seems to be a restriction left on the Ghost King Banner."
The gazes of the other Core Formation elders also focused on the Ghost King Banner, because the Ghost King Banner was not an ordinary magic weapon, but their Ghost King Sect's inherited spiritual treasure.
The Soul Refining Banners they refined were all derived from the Ghost King Banner.
Ten thousand years ago, the Ghost King Banner disappeared along with the sect's predecessors. Later, a great chaos occurred within the sect, and the Ghost King Sect was destroyed overnight.
Only Sect Master Yan's lineage remained, and after so many years of secluded cultivation, they had recovered some strength.
Sect Master Yan's hand flashed with green light as he took the Ghost King Banner. "Hehe, there is indeed a restriction on the Ghost King Banner. It was used by my sect's predecessors to stabilize Mount Shuoyue, using the Ghost King Banner as the core of the formation."
"Using a spiritual treasure as the formation eye just to stabilize a mountain, how big is this mountain that it needs to be suppressed with a spiritual treasure?" An elder exclaimed in surprise.
Many people turned their gazes to the large green mountain wall in front of them. Looking up, they couldn't see the top at a glance. Above this mountain, thousands of feet up, was shrouded in a black cloud, making it impossible to see clearly.
"My divine sense can't see the top. This mountain is probably at least 20,000 feet high," another Core Formation elder said, staring at the top of the mountain with a strange light in his eyes.
"More than that, Mount Shuoyue is 90,000 feet high. The 10,000-foot area at the top of the mountain is our destination. The Ghost Peach Tree is at the top. Although this sect is also here for the first time, it is said that the Ghost Peach Tree is even more enormous, truly covering the sky and sun," Sect Master Yan said, looking up at the top of the mountain. After a few glances, he withdrew his gaze and said to the other Core Formation elders.
"Alright, elders, without the Ghost King Banner's cover, you can all sense the Yin wood energy of the Ghost Peach Tree. The demonic cultivators and other Core Formation cultivators will all arrive soon. We don't have much time left, so we should prepare." Sect Master Yan said, looking at Real Man Baihun. "Junior Brother Baihun, it's time to take out the materials I asked you to refine earlier."
"Hehe, I've been prepared for a long time," Real Man Baihun said with a sinister smile, shaking his sleeve. A group of spiritual light wrapped many things and flew out.
A fist-sized piece of green jade stone emitted a shimmering green light. This was the Yin Soul Stone born in the Yin evil spiritual vein.
There were also some bottles and jars, including a two-丈 tall blood-colored pottery jar that was constantly shaking, seemingly containing living things.
At the same time, the black-robed female cultivator also pulled off a blood-red belt from her waist and threw it into the air.
"Senior Brother Guiche, Junior Brother Baihun, follow the plan. Take this Ghost Peach core with you. With this, you can reach the top of the mountain and enter the range of the Ghost Peach Tree. Enter the Little Underworld Palace and activate the formation there. But remember, be careful when entering that area. And don't go up to the Ghost Peach Tree. You only need to activate the formation and wait for this sect to lead the others there," Sect Master Yan said expressionlessly, issuing orders.
Elder Guiche responded expressionlessly and took Real Man Baihun, another gray-clothed elder, and more than 30 Golden Core disciples, wrapped in a cloud of ghost mist, directly into Mount Shuoyue.
"Alright, we'll wait here for the others to arrive." Sect Master Yan led the remaining cultivators into the range of Mount Shuoyue, but did not go to the top of the mountain, waiting only at the foot of the mountain.
His disciples each chose a place to wait quietly. Sect Master Yan sat cross-legged on a green boulder, refining the Ghost King Banner.
As his magic changed, the Ghost King Banner transformed into a banner more than ten feet long, moving with the wind, emitting bursts of wailing sounds.
This attracted the attention of many disciples.
Time passed little by little, and two hours passed peacefully.
Nothing happened during this time. Neither demons nor ghosts came to harass the Ghost King Sect cultivators.
Until some time later, suddenly, Sect Master Yan raised his hand and put away the Ghost King Banner, having finished refining the treasure. He instantly stood in mid-air, glanced towards the south, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
"So the High Priest has arrived. I, Yan, have been waiting for a long time."
His voice was not loud, but it was very certain. He stared fixedly at the dark sky to the south.
"Sect Master Yan has great courage, using our clan's power to launch a war, just to lure us all here. No matter what your Ghost King Sect plans to do, don't even think about gaining a foothold in the Northern Yuan cultivation world again," a dull voice came from there.
A bright purple light flashed and arrived within two or three miles in the blink of an eye, stopping in the air and revealing a rich young man with his hands behind his back.
The young man looked young, but he was a demonic cultivator. The longest-lived cultivator currently alive, High Priest Luo Ming.
"Hehe, why does the High Priest treat me as an enemy? I didn't break my promise. Weren't the more than 30 Core Formation cultivators from the Twelve Immortal Cities who originally attacked Yanhsia City all lured here? As long as the High Priest cooperates with me, we can easily kill them," Sect Master Yan said, suddenly looking to the west and saying loudly again. "Or, Fellow Daoist Baihua, how about our two families cooperate?"
Hearing "Baihua," High Priest Luo Ming also looked over there. After scanning with his divine sense, he immediately discovered something, and his face darkened. "I didn't expect you, you neither-male-nor-female guy, to come first."
"It seems that this young master's secret methods have long been seen through by you. Why don't you attack me?" In the blue sky, a slowly floating black cloud more than ten miles away suddenly flashed red, turning into a red cloud, and red petals floated out of it.
These petals whirled in the air, and a strange young man appeared inside, it was Old Devil Baihua of the Harmonious Joy Sect.
He had been here for half an hour. This Sect Master Yan who suddenly appeared had dragged them all into this place, and he didn't know what his purpose was. But seeing that this person was still carrying several Core Formation old monsters, as well as many Golden Core disciples, it seemed that he was from some force.
This person also had the strength of the late Core Formation stage, so he would naturally not act rashly.
Young Master Baihua glanced at High Priest Luo Ming, staring at Sect Master Yan with a smile, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.
Sect Master Yan did not avoid his gaze. "My Ghost Eye Divine Power has made some progress. It's natural to see through your concealment. As for whether to attack, it depends on your decisions.
As for my purpose, I didn't lie before. I sincerely invite you to explore this place together and seek opportunities."
Luo Ming and Old Devil Baihua were both old monsters who had lived for thousands of years, so they would naturally not easily believe such nonsense.
High Priest Luo Ming even transmitted a voice to Old Devil Baihua, saying, "How about you and I join forces to take down this group of guys who are playing tricks on us?"
"This Sect Master Yan's cultivation is not low, and he is also on par with me. It is difficult to predict the outcome of a fight. This person also has seven or eight Core Formation cultivators to help him, three or four of whom are in the mid-stage. High Priest Luo's strength may be much higher than this young master, but are you confident in dealing with them joining forces?
Moreover, there are also those seventy or eighty Golden Core cultivators. Let's wait for the others. On the contrary, this green mountain, has the High Priest ever seen it? Even my divine sense power can't reach the top. The Yin evil energy on the mountain is extremely strong, at least ten times that of the outside world. I don't know what else is hidden. Coming all the way here, I encountered two Core Formation-level ghosts, and entangled with them for a while. I think the High Priest's journey was not peaceful either. There is also a special Yin wood spiritual energy above the mountain top, I don't know what it is. It can be sensed from ten thousand miles away, it is definitely not ordinary," Old Devil Baihua said, moving his lips slightly and transmitting a voice.
"Hmph."
Luo Ming just snorted and didn't say anything more. He transmitted a voice to Old Devil Baihua not because he really wanted to join forces with this person to deal with Sect Master Yan, but just to test Old Devil Baihua's attitude.
After all, they were also enemies. If Old Devil Baihua couldn't see the situation clearly and joined forces with this Sect Master Yan, it would inevitably be a trouble.
Thoughts turned in his mind, and the three old monsters in the late Core Formation stage stood quietly in the sky, forming a triangular position, opposing each other.
Sect Master Yan could naturally sense that these two were transmitting voices to each other, but he still had a smile on his face, seemingly not caring at all.
This attitude made High Priest Luo Ming and Old Devil Baihua more wary.
After waiting strangely for a quarter of an hour, suddenly Old Devil Baihua's expression changed slightly and he looked in one direction. He let out a hehe laugh. "It seems that someone from our side has arrived. Elder Tian, Brother Shi."
The Yin energy there was lingering, and it could be sensed in the divine sense of Core Formation cultivators that three escape lights were approaching rapidly.
A moment later, the three escape lights landed not far behind Old Devil Baihua. Three cultivators were revealed. The leader was Elder Tian from Zhang Ling's team.
The other two, one of whom was a big man, was also a member of the nine-person team, Fellow Daoist Shi of the True Yang Sect, who practiced body refining techniques.
The last person was an old man in white, Zhang Ling was more familiar with him, it was Senior Brother Tianfeng.
I don't know how these three met.
"Fellow Daoist Baihua, they are."
Elder Tian was first taken aback when he saw the expressionless High Priest Luo Ming not far away. Finally, he saw the gloomy Sect Master Yan, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.
Fellow Daoist Shi and Old Ancestor Tianfeng also had the same ugly expressions.
"The three of you also came because of the aura here," Old Devil Baihua said, his voice low, and he briefly explained the current situation to Old Ancestor Tianfeng and the others.
Elder Tian, Old Ancestor Tianfeng, and the others had different expressions, constantly looking at the giant mountain in front of them. The special wood spiritual energy that they had sensed earlier was even more acute when they arrived here.
Sect Master Yan saw that the three new Core Formation cultivators were all in the mid-stage of Core Formation, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, but the smile on his face became even more bizarre.
Not long after, two more people came, two early Core Formation cultivators from the demonic clan.
In the following hour, seven or eight more cultivators arrived, all old monsters in the Core Formation stage.
"More people are coming." Not long after, Elder Tian seemed to sense something and glanced into the distance. "Eh, it's Elder Qin."
Old Ancestor Tianfeng's gaze swept over again, and his eyes lit up. He saw that one of the new arrivals was actually Junior Brother Zhang. His expression was stunned.
Before, Junior Brother Zhang said that he was performing a secret mission, and he didn't know that the target of Zhang Ling's nine-person team was also Yanhsia City.
"Junior Brother, why are you here too?"
"Hehe, Senior Brother, you have also been dragged into this place," Zhang Ling said with a helpless smile after hearing the voice transmission. He knew that Senior Brother Tianfeng was also the leader of the team to recapture Yanhsia City.
He had long guessed that his senior brother had also been dragged into this place.
But Zhang Ling was still surprised that so many people had gathered here. Each of them was very strong.
Especially the three great cultivators, he had seen Old Devil Baihua. The Sect Master Yan, who was full of ghostly aura, had also been seen in Yanhsia City.
The last cultivator, who exuded an even stronger aura, was dressed as a rich young man. He had never seen this person's appearance, but after thinking about it in his heart.
Zhang Ling frowned, and he thought of one person, could it be the High Priest of the demonic clan.
Suddenly, he sensed a gentle gaze looking at him. Zhang Ling turned his gaze and saw Dongfang Ya.
This woman had also gathered here, and her aura seemed a little unstable, as if she had also experienced a fight.
At this time, another cold gaze swept over him, it was the ugly-faced man next to Dongfang Ya. This person's gaze was full of murderous intent.
"Who is that person you know?" The ugly-faced man asked with an ugly face.
Dongfang Ya did not answer, and the ugly-faced man snorted. "Don't forget how you got your Saintess status. You Heavenly Yin Sect better keep the agreement you made with the Holy Palace in mind."
Zhang Ling nodded at Dongfang Ya and turned his gaze away. They gathered near Old Devil Baihua.
Senior Brother Tianfeng immediately asked him about the situation, and Zhang Ling briefly explained it.
At this moment, more than 20 cultivators had gathered on their side. However, not all of them were old monsters in the Core Formation stage. There were also four or five Golden Core cultivators inside. Obviously, they were all encountered by the Core Formation cultivators and brought along the way.
Eight or nine people had also gathered on the demonic clan's side. Madam Meixie, whom he had encountered before, was also among them, and she kept casting fierce glances at Zhang Ling and the others.
