As the woman in green flew up, she saw blood-red ghost mist everywhere, and the Yin spiritual energy was several times denser than below.
With a flash of her eyes, she noticed that there were many strange willow trees in the mist bowing down to the ground, and a huge white bone altar was surrounded by the willow trees.
The mist was hazy, but the altar was illuminated by a blood-red moonlight, making it extremely clear.
Many cultivators were also sitting cross-legged below the altar, surrounded by ghost aura and a strong death aura. Above these people's heads were two Nascent Soul cultivators, also looking at her with strange expressions.
"Who are you? How did you get here?" Wuchang Elder asked in surprise, having just successfully possessed a body and temporarily gained a physical form.
Here, only the stone steps in front of the square can lead up. But it is impossible for anyone to come up silently.
Only by passing through countless Yin soldiers, like they did before, can one walk up.
Even if this suddenly appearing woman in green has the cultivation of the late Nascent Soul stage, it is impossible for her to come up without any movement.
The woman in green did not answer, her gaze fell on the white bone altar in the blood moon, revealing a hint of surprise.
Sect Leader Yan frowned slightly and also sized up the woman in green. This woman seemed to be of the same rank as him, but the aura on her body was a bit strange.
After a careful sensing, he revealed a look of surprise. "You are not human. This Sect Leader sees that you have a hidden corpse aura, but you disguise it so well. Ordinary corpse monsters do not have such methods. If I am not mistaken, fellow Daoist, you are a naturally psychic spiritual corpse, and you seem to have passed the Heavenly Tribulation and achieved the true Corpse King."
Could this woman be a zombie cultivated from the psychic flesh body of a cultivator who fell here ten thousand years ago?
Sect Leader Yan immediately had a guess in his heart when he saw the identity of the woman in green. His guess was not a random guess.
Ten thousand years ago, a large number of Ghost King Sect elites entered this place to explore treasures. Basically, they all fell. If any cultivator's flesh body became psychic, it is indeed possible to give birth to this level of Corpse King.
The Yin Sha aura here is strong. A hundred years ago, he brought a few elders and entered this place once through the secret teleportation array of the sect ten thousand years ago.
At that time, he encountered a powerful Corpse Infant and several psychic corpse monsters. One of the corpse monsters had the elder token of the sect cultivator ten thousand years ago.
"You are cultivators of the Ghost King Sect." Hearing Sect Leader Yan's words, the woman in green also turned her gaze over.
"Fellow Daoist knows the Ghost King Sect."
A cold light flashed in Sect Leader Yan's eyes, and he was even more certain that the woman in green in front of him was very likely a Corpse King formed by the psychic power of a cultivator ten thousand years ago.
A zombie like this that is naturally psychic may still retain some of its memories from its previous life.
If so, it may be possible to bring this woman under his command and add a powerful combat force.
Sect Leader Yan showed a smile and admitted, "This Sect Leader is the current Sect Leader of the Ghost King Sect. Fellow Daoist, could it be that you are also..."
But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the woman in green. "It seems I'm right. I just wanted to ask you something."
Being interrupted, Sect Leader Yan was not at all impatient. "Oh, what does fellow Daoist want to ask? As long as this Sect Leader knows, I will never hide anything."
"Good."
The woman in green waved her hand and took out a black wooden piece. This wooden piece was long and looked like a bamboo slip that had been taken apart. "Do you recognize this?"
"Black scroll fragment, how do you have this thing?" Seeing the black bamboo slip, Sect Leader Yan revealed a look of surprise.
This bamboo slip fragment is not an ordinary treasure, it is the other half of the Nine Nether Yellow Bamboo Jade Ghost Manual.
The Ghost Manual is divided into two volumes, upper and lower, and was originally an important treasure in the Underworld Palace. Ten thousand years ago, the sect's predecessors found this treasure. But through secret methods, only the green volume and three or four black scroll fragments were transmitted back.
The green volume is complete, but the black fragment is unknown whether it was originally damaged, or whether there was some accident at the time.
This is also a secret of the sect ten thousand years ago. How could the woman in green have a fragment?
Sect Leader Yan immediately became unsure of the identity of the woman in green.
Because the sect cultivators who came here ten thousand years ago, it is said that there was an internal strife, and a non-sect person mixed in. This led to heavy casualties in the sect, which is the main reason why their Ghost King Sect declined overnight.
"It seems you really recognize it, that's good." Seeing Sect Leader Yan's reaction, the woman in green revealed a smile.
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At the same time, Zhang Ling and the others had gloomy faces.
This group of palaces was sealed off by blood-colored ghost mist, making it difficult to leave.
So they were looking for other cultivators to join forces along the way. In particular, they wanted to quickly find Old Devil Baihua and High Priest Luo Ming.
After all, knowing that the Ghost King Sect had two great cultivators, if they faced them again, they would probably be in great danger with just a few of them.
But they carefully sneaked along the way, but did not encounter a single living person. It was as if everyone else had disappeared.
This group of palaces seemed eerie, with a strange silence.
However, they found a lot of new fighting traces, especially at this time, Elder Tian pointed to a collapsed side hall in front and said with an unsightly face.
"This was just destroyed. If I'm not mistaken, this huge sword mark is the secret technique of the Jianfeng Sect, the Spiritual Rhinoceros Sword. Lingjian Daoist(灵剑道友: Lingjian Fellow) of the Jianfeng Sect also went up the mountain with us this time. Before, Lingjian Daoist and several cultivators were exploring in this direction. He actually used the Spiritual Rhinoceros Sword, it seems that he is probably in great danger."
Behind the collapsed side hall, there is a small square. It can be seen that there is a huge sword mark a hundred feet long on the ground of the square. You can still feel the remaining spiritual power fluctuations when you get close.
Jianfeng Sect, Zhang Ling had some impression, is also a cultivation sect in a country near Yanhua Immortal City.
Zhang Ling estimated this sword mark. Even if he wanted to cut it out, he would have to use all his strength. There are also many crisscrossing sword marks and some potholes, like traces of flame burning.
These all show that a great battle took place here not long ago.
After checking around with his spiritual sense several times, he did not see other cultivators, and everyone left without staying much longer.
Not long after, in another place, they saw many traces of destruction again.
The big-bearded man of the Other Demon Race even looked a little ugly. He waved his hand and blew away a pile of broken soil and rocks. Under the soil and rocks, he saw half a broken corpse.
This is the upper body of a black-faced man, wearing a red robe, his chest is bloody, and one of his hands is still holding a broken dragon-shaped jade pendant, with a bit of unwillingness and surprise on his face.
It seems that he didn't believe he would fall before he died.
"I didn't expect Daoist Yan(炎道友: Fellow Daoist Yan) of the Demon Fire Tribe to have fallen too. It seems that it was also done by the people of the Ghost King Sect." Madam Meixie recognized the identity of the deceased and cursed angrily.
Then, not far away, another broken corpse and several damaged magic weapons were found.
This indicates that the others who were previously separated may have encountered misfortune.
"Let's go, let's go to other places to doesn't believe that all the other cultivators have fallen except for us." Daoist Shi(石道友: Fellow Daoist Shi) snorted and changed direction to lead the low-altitude flight.
Zhang Ling and the others followed one after another. If only a few of them were left here, the danger would be greatly increased.
Being trapped here will only be like turtles in a jar. Once they run into the two great cultivators of the Ghost King Sect, the odds of winning by joining forces will not be great.
Searching along another direction for more than ten miles, suddenly, a dazzling firelight rushed from the distance ahead.
In the firelight, there is a huge flame giant eagle, exuding violent spiritual power. Everyone's faces changed slightly, and they quickly released their magic weapons to protect themselves.
"You don't need to be nervous, it's Old Huo and the others." Elder Tian revealed joy after scanning the fire eagle.
Zhang Ling and the others naturally also discovered that it was not the people of the Ghost King Sect, and they all relaxed.
Zhang Ling swept his spiritual sense and saw that there were two more escaping lights following behind the flame eagle, one black light and one blue light.
The blue light is a layer of blue water light, inside which there is a beautiful figure, it is Dongfang Ya. The black light is the ugly-faced youth.
With a long whistle, the speed of the flame eagle slowed down a lot. After turning in the air, it turned into a miserable old man, it was Old Huo.
Elder Qin was also followed beside him. Elder Qin's breath was weaker, and one of his arms was missing. The fracture was smooth and shiny with metallic luster, without any blood.
This is not surprising, Elder Qin is now possessed by the puppet body, which is not a flesh and blood body.
In the blink of an eye, everyone gathered together. For a while, no one spoke, and they looked at each other a few times. They could roughly guess each other's experiences.
After a moment of silence, Elder Tian broke the silence and said, "It seems that we have all been attacked. The current situation is not good. Third Elder, Old Huo, and several fellow Daoists are all injured."
While everyone was resting, they discussed countermeasures.
When Elder Qin and the other three heard that there was another great cultivator in the Ghost King Sect, their faces became even more ugly.
"Hmph, if there is no way to leave this place. It won't be long before we run into the people of the Ghost King Sect again. At that time, we can only fight hard. These ghost cultivators have greatly increased their strength here, and there are two late Nascent Soul stage experts, who are basically invincible."
The ugly-faced youth had a dark face, with traces of blood on the corners of his mouth. He took out a purple jade bottle, poured out a few pills and swallowed them, and his face looked a little better.
Sitting on the other side, Dongfang Ya's breath was also a bit disordered. But it was much better than the ugly-faced youth.
Sensing Zhang Ling's gaze, Dongfang Ya showed a smile to Zhang Ling, tidied up a few strands of scattered hair in front of her forehead, and quietly transmitted a sentence. "We were able to escape, thanks to the spiritual liquid that Fellow Daoist Zhang gave to the little girl."
"It's good that the fairy is fine. It was a coincidence to get the Wannian Lingye(万年灵液: Myriad Year Spiritual Liquid) in the Mishing Temple(迷神殿: Hall of Lost Gods). Without the fairy's guidance, I would not have this opportunity. It is natural to not be polite if the spiritual liquid should be used here because it is so dangerous."
"You said this life-saving thing so easily, the little girl doesn't know how to thank you." Dongfang Ya's voice carried a bit of strange emotion.
Zhang Ling smiled frankly and didn't care much about it.
After coming out of the Mishing Temple, he distributed the Wannian Lingye he had obtained to Dongfang Ya and a few bottles of Lingquan liquid(灵泉液: Spiritual Spring Liquid) to Little Fengxianzi.
Among the bottles of spiritual liquid given to Dongfang Ya, there was a small bottle of Wannian Lingye. Giving it to Dongfang Ya was naturally because he had some connection with this woman. Little Fengxianzi did not have it.
Unexpectedly, this woman also used Wannian Lingye today.
Not to mention, Zhang Ling and Dongfeng Ya were communicating secretly. Zhang Ling was also paying attention to the voices of others discussing.
At this time, the big-bearded man suddenly looked at the ugly-faced youth and Dongfang Ya and asked. "Holy Son, can you use secret methods to contact the High Priest. This group of palaces is not big, but I have just used several secret methods and cannot contact the High Priest. I wonder if the High Priest has also encountered misfortune."
"Hmph, the High Priest is strong and will never have trouble. Even if two cultivators of the same rank join forces, the High Priest has our clan's Chiming Drum(赤鸣鼓: Crimson Sounding Drum) and can not be afraid. We have just used the Holy Demon Secret Method to sense the High Priest." The ugly-faced youth said, his face changed again. "But can only vaguely sense the High Priest's breath, but the High Priest did not respond, it seems."
The ugly-faced youth glanced at Dongfang Ya and continued. "It seems to be trapped somewhere."
"Could it be trapped by some powerful restriction." Hearing this, a few people immediately guessed some situations.
Elder Tian clapped his hands and figured out something. "In this way, your High Priest and Fellow Daoist Baihua, with the strength of these two, should be able to discover the Ghost King Sect's conspiracy before us, but they have not been seen all the time, nor have they seen any movement.
It's only been a short time since we separated, only two hours have passed. These two will never fall easily, and it is really possible that they are trapped somewhere. Otherwise, how dare the people of the Ghost King Sect hunt us down without any scruples."
Hearing this, everyone became more worried. Then they discussed a few more sentences and temporarily had a countermeasure.
They planned to go to Luo Ming High Priest's side to see the situation first. If the great cultivators on both sides were really trapped, the situation would be the worst.
If they can be rescued, everyone will not have to be too afraid of the cultivators of the Ghost King Sect.
After a cup of tea, Old Huo and the others stabilized their injuries and recovered some spiritual power, and flew directly to the leftmost side of the palace complex.
According to the guidance of the ugly-faced youth and Dongfang Ya, they can judge the accurate location of Luo Ming High Priest.
In order not to run into the Ghost King Sect cultivators, everyone used secret methods. Not long after, they approached the Sifang Square in the center of the palace complex.
Everyone naturally did not fly directly over the square, and deliberately detoured around it for several miles.
However, when they approached Sifang Square, they immediately sensed that there was a burst of roaring sounds coming from Sifang Square, as if cultivators were fighting.
Bursts of roaring sounds and ghost crying and laughing sounds came from Sifang Square.
The blood-colored ghost mist there was stirred upside down, like a sea of clouds tumbling, appearing very chaotic.
In the red mist, there was a mass of ink-black ghost energy like a tornado, constantly rotating rapidly to devour the blood mist, turning into many blood-red Yin souls.
It can be vaguely seen in the center of the ghost energy, shaking a huge green banner as high as three or four hundred feet. The green banner cloth is floating in the air, showing patterns of grimacing blue-faced fangs.
Zhang Ling and others can sense that there are powerful spiritual power fluctuations colliding in that ghost mist. Looking at this movement, it seems that there are great cultivators doing it inside.
"Ghost King Banner, looking at this power, this spiritual treasure seems to have been fully used, we may not be able to pass safely." Elder Qin stared at the giant green banner shaking in the ghost energy with a gloomy face.
