Chapter 40: The ultimate blow! Dimensionality reduction strike!

[Hundreds of Ghosts Crying] Inside the cave.

The ghost mother's ecstasy has cooled, replaced by the viciousness and calculation of the thousand-year-old demon.

Breaking into Qingyun Sect by force would be courting death. But the prey had already escaped from the cage on its own.

She stretched out her withered claws and pulled a twisted ghost out from the shadows in the corner of the wall. She whispered a few words to it. The ghost turned into a wisp of almost imperceptible green smoke and disappeared in an instant.

No more than ten breaths.

The green smoke returned and merged into her brow.

Zheng Qiuyu's route, the number of guards, the level of the spirit boat... all the information was extremely clear.

"idiot."

The ghost mother's mouth curled into a cruel arc. "You dare to go out with such a treasure in such a grand manner? You're simply writing the words 'Come and eat me' on your face."

She stood up, her bones making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, and stepped out of the cave.

"Young ones, wake up!"

With her command, the entire [Hundred Demons' Cry] Canyon seemed to come alive. The ground cracked, the stone walls twisted, and thousands of evil spirits and vengeful souls emerged from the depths of the earth, roaring with excitement.

"Bracket—One Hundred Demons Night Parade Formation!"

The ghost mother threw a cloth bag filled with screaming souls into the air. Hundreds of souls were pulled by an invisible force and accurately hit various nodes of the canyon.

Buzz——!

A web of resentment and greed spread silently, turning the area within a hundred miles into a completely isolated den of ghosts.

The ghost mother licked her cracked lips, the sky reflected in her eyes.

She seemed to have seen the gorgeous spirit boat, carrying the "divine fetus" she had longed for, flying into her open bloody mouth step by step.

The flying spirit boat was like a silver shuttle, moving steadily above the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Inside the cabin, Zheng Qiuyu closed her eyes, seemingly dozing, but in reality, her consciousness had already spread out like a spider web, vigilantly capturing every abnormal fluctuation of spiritual energy around her. The chaotic power within her body was carefully maintained at a critical point, like a fully drawn bow, ready to release a thunderous blow at any moment.

In stark contrast to her nervousness, the several elite guard disciples of Qingyun Sect who were accompanying her were immersed in great glory and excitement at this moment.

"When we return from escorting the 'divine fetus', I must drink three jars of the best 'Qingyun Wine' at the celebration banquet that the sect leader promised!" a disciple laughed loudly.

"Haha, more than that! This is a huge achievement. Our future immortal path depends on this little ancestor! Whoever dares to touch him will become an enemy of our entire Qingyun Sect!"

Their voices were filled with pride for the sect and longing for the future. They were completely unaware that the sea of ​​clouds beneath their feet had quietly turned into the entrance to hell.

When the spirit boat accurately sailed into the sky above the [Hundred Ghosts Crying] Canyon, the sky suddenly darkened.

It wasn't just dark clouds covering the sun, but a deeper, more complete darkness. It was as if the entire world's light had been snuffed out in an instant by an invisible hand!

"What's going on?" The guards' laughter stopped abruptly, and their faces were full of surprise.

The next second, a foul-smelling, sticky black mist, like a gushing oil from hell, rose from the bottomless canyon below! Mixed in with the most vicious curses of billions of dying souls and the shrill cries of infants, the mere sound was enough to cause even the weakest of hearts to collapse!

“Sizzle, sizzle—!”

The spirit boat's top-level defense shield was automatically activated. Under the erosion of the black fog, the pale golden light was like gold doused with concentrated sulfuric acid, emitting green smoke and wailing under the heavy burden.

"Oh no! It's a trap! Enemy attack!" A guard disciple shouted hoarsely with his face as pale as paper.

However, it was too late.

A cold, resentful laugh that seemed to be able to freeze the soul resounded throughout this isolated world.

"Hehehe... Little baby, your divine fetus, I, an old woman... accept it!"

Before he finished speaking, the "One Hundred Demons Night Parade Formation" was fully launched!

The black fog that had already enveloped the heavens and the earth suddenly boiled over! Countless hideous, twisted ghosts burst out from it, some missing heads, some with broken arms, each emitting a monstrous resentment. They were not illusions, but evil spirits refined alive!

"Form a formation! Protect Fairy Zheng! Protect the divine fetus!"

The guarding disciples' faces changed drastically. They endured the stinging pain in their souls and just as they were about to summon their own magic weapons, before the spiritual light could illuminate, a tide of ghostly figures pounced on them at an incomprehensible speed.

No screams.

There wasn't even a chewing sound. One moment, the vibrant beings were dreaming of a celebratory feast; the next, their flesh, blood, bones, and even their very souls were devoured in an instant, as if they had never existed.

In the air, only a few magic weapons without their owners were left. They fell down with dim light and were then completely swallowed by the resentment.

This is a dimensionality reduction attack!

The top-tier spirit boat's protective shield, facing this terrifying ghost formation, was as fragile as a piece of paper. With a crisp "crack," the shield shattered. The massive boat's hull was corroded by resentment, its solid spiritual wood instantly decaying, disintegrating and falling from the air.

In the chaos, Zheng Qiuyu immediately used the power of chaos to form a protective shield, wrapping himself and the sleeping Zhanhuo, and then he landed steadily on the ground of the canyon like a fallen leaf.

She stood firm and looked around.

My heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

The sky, the ground, and all directions were densely packed with twisted ghost faces and silently roaring mouths. The biting cold wind, carrying the rich smell of blood, madly penetrated her mouth and nose.

There is no way to heaven and no door to enter the earth.

She was completely isolated in a hopeless cage made up of billions of resentful souls.

The black fog slowly parted, and the skinny figure of the Ghost Mother emerged from it. The pressure she emanated made Zheng Qiuyu feel as if he were carrying a mountain on his back.

The ghost mother's gaze, like two poisoned awls, passed over Zheng Qiuyu's face and fixed itself on her flat belly. Her eyes were filled with the undisguised greed of a thousand years of hunger.

"Stop struggling." The Ghost Mother's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other. "Be good and offer your divine fetus. If I'm in a good mood, I can give you a quick death and make you the most powerful one among my army of a hundred ghosts."

She grinned, taking morbid enjoyment in watching her prey tremble in the shadow of death.

Zheng Qiuyu's body was trembling slightly, but her brain was working frantically at an unprecedented speed.

[Word Spirit·Deceiving Heaven System]? No, Ghost Mother is several realms higher than her, Word Spirit will be directly exempted!

Breaking through with the power of chaos? The surrounding resentment has formed a domain that will continuously consume her strength, and the possibility of breaking out is zero!

All the cards she had anticipated became pale and powerless jokes at this moment.

The ghost mother lost her patience.

Her figure flashed, and she appeared in front of Zheng Qiuyu out of thin air as if teleporting!

The hand, dry as a chicken claw, with nails as black as ink, grabbed straight towards her abdomen with a sharp scream that tore through space!

The breath of death, like an icy tide, instantly drowned Zheng Qiuyu.

She could clearly see the cracked skin on the ghost's claws and smell the stale smell of blood coming from between the nails.

It's over.

When this thought came to mind, all plans and struggles became meaningless.

In her pupils, the last moment of the life-threatening ghost claw was clearly reflected.

The instinct of survival overwhelmed all her rationality. She used up the last bit of her strength and screamed out a name she never thought she would rely on so much!