Chapter 222 Summoning the Ghost Soldiers

Wu Chenzi and the others were looking around carefully, but when they saw Huo Qinghuang rushing up the mountain without hesitation, they were frightened and their hearts started pounding, and they quickly followed him.

As soon as they approached the cliff, they felt a strong evil spirit coming towards them, which made people feel chilly.

The surrounding trees rustled in the night wind, as if hiding countless unknown dangers.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, forming a small vortex.

"Be careful, this may be a warning method of the Ghost King."

Huo Qinghuang said in a low voice.

Everyone immediately became alert and each took out a piece of talisman paper and stuck it on their body.

This is a defensive talisman. Once attached to the body, it can resist most attacks.

However, this talisman paper is not omnipotent. It will be useless if it encounters a strong opponent.

At this moment, a group of black shadows rushed out from the woods. They were the little ghosts under the Ghost King.

These little ghosts were erratic and extremely fast, and surrounded everyone in an instant.

Huo Qinghuang took the first step. She quickly took out a handful of ghost-chasing talismans and threw them at the group of little ghosts like flowers scattering from the sky.

The little ghosts were hit by the exorcism talisman and instantly made a sizzling sound and turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated.

Wu Chenzi waved his whisk, and a wave of spiritual power spread out like ripples. All the little ghosts touched by the wave screamed in pain, and then turned into ashes.

The other Taoists were not to be outdone. Some of them used palm thunder, and thunder exploded among the group of little ghosts.

Some threw out talismans, which turned into huge light nets and trapped the little ghosts inside.

After a fierce battle, the little devils were finally all wiped out.

Huo Qinghuang looked at Wu Chenzi with strange eyes and thought, he can become an elder at just the middle stage of foundation building. It seems that there is really no way out for cultivators in the Dharma Ending World, and cultivation is extremely difficult.

Wu Chenzi was puzzled by her gaze, but before he could think about it, he heard a sinister laugh coming from the top of the mountain: "Hahahaha, you guys think you can stop me?"

Everyone was shocked and looked up quickly.

I saw a tall figure standing on the top of the mountain, emitting a strong evil aura, with scarlet blood flashing in his eyes, and a ghostly look.

In his hand he held a blood-red dagger that flashed with a strange light.

"Ghost King!"

Wu Chenzi's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Are you finally willing to show up?"

Huo Qinghuang said calmly. She was not afraid because the other party was the Ghost King. Instead, she was eager to try.

"You ants dare to offend me again and again. You are simply courting death. Today, I will make your souls fly away and you will never be able to reincarnate!"

The Ghost King's voice was cold and filled with murderous intent.

"Really?"

Huo Qinghuang's mouth curled up into a mocking arc: "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

"How dare you! Are you also from Sanqing Palace? You dare to defy this king and seek death!"

The Ghost King glared at Huo Qinghuang, a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and suddenly a burst of pressure burst out and attacked Huo Qinghuang.

"snort!"

Huo Qinghuang snorted coldly, and the aura around him flashed, blocking the pressure back.

"Huh? It's blocked?"

The Ghost King's expression changed, and when he tried to feel it carefully again, he found nothing.

But even so, he didn't dare to underestimate Huo Qinghuang anymore. He stared at her ferociously, as if thinking about how to start.

"Ghost King, today is your end!"

On the other side, Wu Chenzi could no longer bear the new and old grudges that had combined together. He roared angrily and rushed towards the Ghost King first.

The other disciples of Sanqing Palace followed suit. For a moment, all kinds of talismans were flying in the sky, thunders were roaring, and light illuminated the night sky.

The Ghost King became furious upon seeing this, and swung the dagger in his hand. A blade light carrying a fierce and bloody aura slashed towards everyone.

Huo Qinghuang dodged the blade and then threw a punch at the Ghost King.

"snort!"

The Ghost King snorted coldly and punched out with the same force. A powerful force pushed Huo Qinghuang back several steps.

Huo Qinghuang frowned slightly.

Without a magic weapon, relying on her current mortal body, it would be almost impossible for her to defeat the Ghost King at the late stage of foundation building unless she used divine blood.

This is the Ghost King who has practiced in the underworld for thousands of years. His strength is far different from that of the Ghost Kings in the mortal world and he is extremely difficult to deal with.

As for her spiritual power, she had finally recovered a little bit of it, so how could she waste it on a mere ghost king?

At this time, Wu Chenzi and others used their magic to attack the Ghost King from different directions.

Wu Xinzi held the Tiangang Sword and bravely slashed at the Ghost King, but was chopped back by him.

If it weren't for the protection of the Tiangang Sword, he would have been nearly cut in half.

The Ghost King became even more proud as he displayed his divine power.

He was not in a hurry. He shook his whole body to form a black evil shield, blocking all attacks.

"Humph, your attacks are nothing but tickles to me."

The Ghost King said disdainfully.

Huo Qinghuang's face turned cold. This was not a solution. She did not want to use the divine blood unless it was necessary.

She carefully observed the Ghost King's movements, trying to find his weakness.

Suddenly, she discovered that when the Ghost King swung the dagger, a black mark would appear on his left wrist, and the mark would flash every time he swung the dagger.

Huo Qinghuang's heart moved. Could it be that this mark was his weakness?

She decided to give it a try.

Then, she deliberately revealed a flaw to lure the Ghost King to attack.

The Ghost King was fooled and swung his dagger, and a fierce blood-red blade light slashed towards Huo Qinghuang.

She pretended to be unable to dodge, and at the moment when the sword was about to hit her, she suddenly turned sideways, and a long sword with bright spiritual power quickly condensed in her hand, and slashed towards the ghost king's left wrist.

With a "puff" sound, the long sword pierced the Ghost King's wrist, and the black mark shattered instantly. The Ghost King let out a scream, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

"How is that possible!"

The Ghost King looked at his wrist in disbelief.

This is the key to his evil magic. No one in the underworld knows about it. How could it be discovered by a mortal cultivator?

Huo Qinghuang took this opportunity to quickly swing the magic sword in his hand, and golden sword energy shot towards the Ghost King.

Wu Chenzi and others also seized the opportunity and increased the intensity of their attack.

For a moment, various Taoist lights intertwined, sword lights flashed, and the Ghost King's evil magic was suppressed and could not be performed.

But he was powerful after all, and was suppressed and beaten by a group of monks who were far inferior to him. He was immediately furious, and the evil energy around him surged again, blasting everyone away.

"He's going to fight to the death!"

Huo Qinghuang's eyes narrowed and he immediately reminded her.

Just as Huo Qinghuang expected, the Ghost King went completely crazy. He howled towards the sky, and the evil energy around him suddenly surged and turned into a huge black fog.

Bursts of shrill wails came from the black fog, as if countless wronged souls were struggling in it.

Wu Chenzi's face changed drastically: "Oh no, he is summoning the underworld's ghost soldiers!"

Before he finished speaking, dozens of black shadows suddenly rushed out of the black fog, all with ferocious faces and holding sharp blades, and pounced towards the crowd.