As soon as Qingyun and Qingling finished speaking, the entire Cloud Platform fell silent, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
After a long silence, Li Molin stepped forward and announced loudly, "I'll do it!"
Liuli whispered on Li Molin's shoulder, "Are you stupid? Didn't you see that they didn't step forward? You don't even know how capable those two boys are. What if they get crippled or killed by you?"
Li Molin's brow twitched, and he said unhappily, "Can't you wish me well for once?"
Qingyue stepped forward, looked at Li Molin and said, "Alright, then please, young master of the Demon Clan, Qingyue will learn from you!"
Yu Ke walked behind Li Molin and whispered, "Young Master, let me test the strength of these two boys on your behalf."
“No need.” Li Molin shook his head, a smug smile playing on his lips, and said, “I’ll do it.”
Yu Ke pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, young master, please be careful. In my opinion, this treasure must be a Taoist magic weapon. It is secondary to our demon race. Young master, please take good care of yourself."
Li Molin nodded, turned to look at Liuli on his shoulder, and whispered, "Liuli, go to Yu Ke's place."
"Oh." Liuli stood up and was about to jump off the ground when she remembered something and said, "Be careful, or someone will beat you to death."
Although the words were unpleasant to hear, they were, after all, out of concern for him. Li Molin smiled gently, his eyes warming.
Liuli leaped lightly to the ground, ran to Yu Ke's feet, and looked up to see Li Molin taking out the skull staff and slowly walking towards Qingyun.
When he was still about ten feet away from Qingyun, he suddenly accelerated, and the skull staff in his hand flashed with light. A dozen ghost faces, each half a person tall, appeared one after another, surrounding Qingyun.
Under the cover of numerous ghostly faces, the skull staff in Li Molin's hand emitted a sharp black light about a foot long, piercing straight towards Qingyun's brow.
Qingyun stood there with an unchanged expression. With a flick of his whisk, a Tai Chi diagram about ten feet square appeared out of thin air and began to spin endlessly, heading towards Li Molin.
Li Molin paused, changed the direction of his skull staff, and slashed diagonally at the Taiji diagram. However, under the sharp slash of demonic energy, the Taiji diagram did not budge.
At this moment, more than a dozen ghostly faces opened their huge mouths and bit down on Qingyun. Qingyun was surrounded by more than a dozen ghostly faces, each with its gaping mouth looking particularly ferocious. Despite the overwhelming demonic energy attacking him, Qingyun's expression remained unchanged. With a wave of his whisk, he emitted a faint blue aura, as easily as swatting away flies, effortlessly driving away all the ghostly faces.
The azure aura was faint, yet the ghost face dodged it hastily as if facing a formidable enemy. Seeing this, Li Molin chanted an incantation to command the ghost face to move forward, while simultaneously closing in and unleashing sharp magical power from his skull staff to attack Qingyun.
Only then did Qingyun retaliate, her hands moving in front of her chest in a series of hand seals. More and more azure energy gathered in the air, transforming into hundreds of flying swords no more than eight inches long, which whistled as they attacked Li Molin.
The flying sword took only a snap of the fingers to form and strike Li Molin. Li Molin was shocked and hurriedly summoned the ghost face back to block in front of him. However, the ghost face was only blocked for a moment before it was split into hundreds of pieces by the flying sword, turning into specks of demonic energy that then returned to Li Molin's skull staff.
Li Molin brandished his short staff, deflecting the numerous flying swords one by one. However, the swords were numerous and too fast, and a few still managed to slip through and strike Li Molin. He barely managed to avoid vital points, and blood splattered instantly from his arms and legs. Even his left cheek was cut with a wound about an inch long, and blood seeped out, flowing all over his face.
In his haste, Yu Ke stepped forward and nearly stepped on Liu Li's tail. Liu Li snorted and glared at him.
Li Molin blocked over a hundred flying swords and caught his breath. He finally understood that even though Qingyue's strength was only at the top level of the Golden Core stage, she was still an opponent he could hardly defeat with her various supernatural abilities. He turned to look at the stone gate, and under the dim light of the clouds, the blue light inside the stone gate was particularly dazzling.
Faced with the extraordinary treasure, Li Molin gritted his teeth. With a swing of his skull staff in his right hand, he summoned more than a dozen ghost faces. With his other hand outstretched, a flash of black light appeared, and a small flag appeared in his hand. The flagpole was about two feet long, shaped like a human bone, and glowed with a pale white light. The flag itself was about one foot long and seven inches wide. The flag was black, with small, bright red runes drawn on it. The runes emitted a faint, bloody smell, indicating that they were drawn with the blood of living people.
With a wave of his small flag, Li Molin was immediately greeted by the wailing of ghosts. The scarlet light of the talisman on the flag shone brightly, and hordes of fierce ghosts rushed out from the flag, charging towards Qingyue under Li Molin's command.
Suddenly, Buddhist chants arose from the cloud platform. The monks gathered there, their faces filled with pity, chanting Buddhist prayers incessantly. After chanting, Shi Ning whispered to Shi Chan beside him, "That is the Thousand Soul Banner. The flagpole is made from the marrow and bone marrow of a thousand people. Each talisman on the flag represents a life. The demons slaughtered living beings and sealed their souls within the flag, thus obtaining this demonic artifact."
Shi Chan felt a pang of pain in his heart, his expression changed, and he lowered his head, chanting, "Amitabha!"
Upon seeing Li Molin take out the Thousand Soul Banner, Yan Huayin approached Liang Yihan and whispered, "Senior Brother Han, what is that? It exudes such deep resentment!"
Liang Yihan shook his head in thought, while Yu Xing whispered, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be the Demon Clan's supreme treasure, the Thousand Soul Banner... Hmph, as expected of the Demon Clan's young master. Adding the Binding God Rope from before and the Skull Staff in his hand, he has quite a few good things on him!"
The discussions that began after the Thousand Soul Banner appeared gradually subsided, and everyone fell silent, continuing to look at the scene.
Hundreds of fierce ghosts surrounded Qingyun, attacking, biting, and scratching her relentlessly, causing her considerable trouble.
This was still because Li Molin's cultivation was still shallow. Even just summoning these hundred or so fierce ghosts almost exhausted his magic power. If this Thousand Soul Banner were in the hands of a demon lord-level demon, summoning all the thousand or so fierce ghosts with a wave of his hand would be as easy as turning his hand.
Li Molin staggered slightly, barely managing to steady himself. Just as hundreds of faintly visible ghosts surrounded Qingyun, he flicked his sleeve, and a black rope, like a serpent, flashed into the ghost horde, silently approaching Qingyun.
Suddenly surrounded by numerous vengeful ghosts, Qingyun hurriedly waved his whisk, releasing azure Taoist spiritual energy. The ghosts, unable to provoke the energy, retreated hastily. In the midst of this chaos, the ropes appeared silently and bound Qingyun tightly before he could react.
With a wave of the Thousand Soul Banner, Li Molin sent all the vengeful spirits flying back, bringing a moment of tranquility to the cloud platform. Li Molin then retrieved all the demonic artifacts, including the Binding God Rope, bowed slightly, and said in a clear voice, "You flatter me!"
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