The mountain god's messenger sighed with feigned regret, singled out Song Tingwan, and then with a wave of his hand, white mist enveloped Song Siyao and tossed her next to Wan Qiji and Shen Zhuochuan. The three of them covered their mouths and glared angrily at the messenger.

Just as the white mist tightened, attempting to crush their souls, Song Tingwan suddenly spoke.

“…Zewu”.

The mountain god's messenger paused, then the white mist that crushed their souls became even more ferocious.

Song Tingwan knew that she had guessed correctly.

The crimson mist fell as she wished.

The three people besides her broke free from the white mist, their cultivation transforming into swords that attacked.

The roof was all pierced.

Song Tingwan took the opportunity to get away from the center of the fight.

The original family of four, with bodies she knew so well, looked at their house, now in ruins, and cursed in anguish.

She stared intently at them.

She needs to find her own body.

The elixirs that the soul can carry are still not complete.

If the ghosts can be exorcised, their souls will return to their bodies, and their combat power will break through the boundaries, making even the most powerful magic array unable to bind them.

I don't know where Wu Ling is.

"Wan'er".

A dark, ghostly aura suddenly appeared beside my ears.

A familiar form of address.

Song Tingwan turned around in surprise, but before she could even greet him, ghostly energy appeared in her body from who-knows-where.

The ghostly energy carried her to her eyes, then replaced her soul and bound her. Song Tingwan returned to her body without hesitation.

When consciousness returned, there was a slight feeling of unease.

But there was no time to think about all that. Song Tingwan quickly searched for pills and threw the exorcism pills at several villagers.

The ghosts, clinging to their bodies, could only see the pills hurtling towards them because they could mobilize their cultivation. However, their consciousness couldn't keep up, and before they could dodge, the pills exploded into mist and landed on them.

Despite the pleasant aroma of the medicine, their expressions changed as if they were facing a formidable enemy, their souls twisted and they were forced to leave.

The village, now possessing Yan Shanjun's body, reacted by enveloping itself and its family in white mist, desperately trying to prevent its soul from leaving.

They forcefully held it down.

Song Tingwan frowned.

That's possible.

She looked at Wu Ling questioningly. Her understanding of ghosts was rather superficial. If Wu Ling couldn't help either, then she would have no choice but to try a bunch of treasures one by one.

Wu Ling transformed into human form and stood beside her, unleashing a powerful aura of ghostly energy.

Song Tingwan remembered the Breaking Void Pill.

She stopped Wu Ling and handed over the Breaking Void Pill first.

A ghostly aura rippled. "This is the pill you said could break through cultivation levels?"

Song Tingwan smiled and nodded, "Take it quickly. It will probably help you break through to the next level. When it does, it will attract heavenly lightning, and the evil spirits will retreat. It might be able to help you."

Wu Ling is a legitimate ghost cultivator; only those recognized by the Heavenly Dao can receive Heavenly Thunder.

Heavenly thunder is righteous, so how could ghosts that possess human bodies dare to approach?

Wu Ling glanced at the mountain god's messenger in the center of the battle and nodded emphatically.

He saw Wan'er call Zewu's name and his reaction.

Breakthrough to the Tribulation Transcending stage.

To find the truth behind his father's failed ascension.

Wu Ling solemnly swallowed the pill, and then the thunder gathered heavily in the sky above Guilin Mountain.

The mountain god's messenger's expression changed, and he turned his head to glare fiercely at Song Tingwan before widening his eyes in shock.

He was entangled with Wan Qiji and Shen Zhuochuan, both at the Tribulation Transcending stage. Song Siyao, though not at the Tribulation Transcending stage, was surging with fighting spirit. Despite his cultivation being restricted within the formation, Song Siyao fought more and more fiercely, almost overwhelming him.

He was still jealous of Song Siyao's talent when he heard Tian Lei turn his head, only to find that Song Tingwan had somehow returned to his body.

Her secret weapon and trump card...

The mountain god's messenger manipulated the white mist, wrapping himself even tighter. Song Siyao's attack was blocked by the white mist, which angered her so much that even her sword, which was formed from her cultivation, was burning.

"Again!"

The other party, however, did not want to get entangled with her any longer. He turned around and pressed down with white mist, trying to drag them into the cellar.

They clearly didn't intend to continue killing them.

The envoy ignored their struggles, only watching the rumbling thunder in the sky, which seemed poised to strike. His eyes were fixed on Song Tingwan with a fierce gaze. The white mist lifted him up, and then swirled again, intending to take Song Tingwan away as well.

Song Tingwan sneered and threw out the spirit jade tablets containing the information of Yan Shanjun and several other powerful cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage. Her powerful sword moves and Buddhist light shone brightly, narrowly dispelling the white mist.

Naturally, the ruins beside them were instantly reduced to rubble.

Taking advantage of the Buddha's light, Song Siyao and the others floated behind their elder sister.

The ghosts that had taken over the bodies were also burned by the Buddha's light, and were expelled by the body's rejection the moment the white mist dissipated.

Song Siyao and Shen Zhuochuan seized the opportunity and immediately floated back to retrieve their bodies.

Wanqiji was momentarily confused, but then stood steadily beside Wan'er, protecting her and her two companions who were still bending down to return to their original bodies.

The mountain god's messenger frowned, watching the heavenly thunder warily, yet reluctant to let Song Tingwan go.

After a cold laugh, lightning struck down, and the messenger fled enveloped in white mist.

At the same time, Song Siyao and Shen Zhuochuan got up and looked in the direction where the envoy had disappeared, feeling that things were not over yet.

Sure enough, the next moment, ghostly figures appeared one after another. The village chief summoned the villagers, and white mist surrounded them, with the concentration of yin energy reaching its peak.

However, the range of the lightning tribulation was too large, and no soul dared to approach it.

Song Siyao quickly helped her master's body and her fellow disciple's body to the side. Song Tingwan, Shen Zhuochuan, and Aji exchanged glances and said, "Open the cellar first."

Several people nodded.

They attempted to open the cellar within the range of the lightning strike.

Song Siyao recalled Li Guang, who hummed twice in grievance, knowing that this was not the time to complain. It then hummed twice, its light shone brightly, shaking off the dust, and then slashed towards the entrance of the cellar.

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