Lan Hua's expression turned solemn, knowing that the newly arrived Ghost Lord Luo Huang was no ordinary person, and his strength seemed to be far superior to Yan Luo's.
"Lord Ghost Lord, I merely wandered into the Mountain of the Dead by mistake. Since you two have a grudge, then you should settle it yourselves first. I dare not disturb you!"
After speaking, Lan Hua slowly retreated, her hand holding the talisman arrow taut.
"Hmph, no one is leaving today!"
Ghost Lord Luo Huang slightly raised his right hand, and a powerful suction force pulled Lan Hua towards himself. At the same time, all the death energy in the space flowed towards Luo Huang.
Lan Hua secretly thought Luo Huang's strength was terrifying, and quickly used the Flowing Light Step.
A faint light appeared beneath their feet, as if they had taken root, and they were locked in a stalemate with Luo Huang's suction force.
"Damn it, what kind of incantation is this? It can generate such a terrifying suction force! I am, after all, a ninth-level Danxia Realm expert!"
Suddenly, a voice reached Lan Hua's ears; it was Yan Luo secretly sending a message.
"Kid, that old devil is no simpleton. How about we make a deal?"
Lan Hua asked curiously, "Speak, what are your conditions?"
"If you help me destroy him, I will not only ensure your safety through the night of the Dead Spirit Mountain, but also give you tremendous benefits. What do you say?"
Lan Hua snorted, "It's possible, but you're an old fox, how can anyone believe you?"
Yan Luo said, "I swear by the ghosts that if I ever do anything to betray you afterward, may the Yin Thunder destroy me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderclap suddenly exploded in the sky above Mount Death. Although it wasn't very loud, it was enough to attract Luo Huang's attention.
"Damn it, Yan Luo, you are a disgrace to us ghost cultivators! You actually joined forces with outsiders to attack me!"
Luo Huang naturally knew what that thunderclap meant. The thunderclap hitting Yan Luo's head was naturally a ghost oath that Yan Luo had made.
With only three people present, the purpose of Yan Luo making the oath is self-evident.
Yan Luo snorted, "We're all old foxes who've lived for almost a thousand years. As long as we can kill you, does it matter what method we use?"
Seeing Luo Huang's reaction, Lan Hua knew that Yan Luo's oath was true, and immediately aimed both talisman arrows at Luo Huang.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, whether he is a man or a ghost.
Lan Hua understands this principle.
"It's time for our feud to end!"
Yan Luo raised his palm and attacked, a giant ghostly palm striking towards Luo Huang.
The ghost palm was surrounded by a massive ghostly aura, which brought with it a wild, eerie wind and ghostly howls, making Lan Hua, who was standing nearby, feel a chill run down her spine.
Luo Huang snorted coldly and also unleashed a palm strike. A black palm print grew larger in the wind, easily shattering Yan Luo's attack.
Seeing Luo Huang's relaxed demeanor, Lan Hua knew that his strength far surpassed Yan Luo's.
"No wonder that old devil Yan Luo wanted to join forces with me!"
Although Yan Luo was a ghost cultivator, and his expression was unreadable, Lan Hua knew that he must also be surprised by Luo Huang's strength.
He opened his right hand, then made a grasping motion, and a long sword appeared in Yan Luo's hand.
It was a bone sword, made entirely of bones, without a trace of metal.
The white bone sword exuded a chilling, ghostly aura, creating a stark contrast with its white blade.
"oh?"
Luo Huang snorted, "So what if it's the White Bone Sword? You'll still die today!"
After speaking, Luo Huang summoned a soul-summoning banner, which also exuded a powerful ghostly aura, causing Lan Hua, who was a hundred feet away, to tremble with fear.
The soul-summoning banner was originally snow-white, with a small umbrella-shaped object on top and many long strips of cloth tied in the middle.
However, the banner bearing the summoning spirits was stained with countless red marks, which were extremely conspicuous and were bloodstains.
The varying shades of blood indicate that the bloodstains were spilled on the summoning banner at different times.
Lan Hua knew that the bloodstains were left by the Soul-Summoning Banner, which had killed the cultivators who had entered the Dead Spirit Mountain.
With the Soul-Summoning Banner in hand, Luo Huang's aura increased dramatically, filling the sky with ghostly energy, making him appear like a god of the underworld.
"Oh my god, with Ghost Lord Luo Huang's Soul-Summoning Banner now in use, another life is about to be taken!"
"Yes, hurry up and leave! Once that soul-summoning banner is put up, it won't be taken down until the souls are fully gathered!"
"That makes sense. Luo Huang has almost taken down all the weaker ghost cultivators in the Dead Spirit Mountain area!"
Upon seeing the Soul-Summoning Banner, the group of ghost cultivators quickly moved far away.
The summoning banner reached for the sky, and a massive surge of ghostly energy shot upwards.
With a wave of his hand, countless ghostly figures transformed into a gigantic, malevolent face, its gaping maw bulging as it charged toward Yan Luo.
The countless ghostly figures contained numerous souls, which, under the refinement of the soul-summoning banner, became extremely ferocious.
Once possessed by an evil spirit, one's soul will be completely absorbed within moments, becoming one of the many evil spirits in the summoning banner.
Yan Luo was taken aback and quickly drew his White Bone Sword, unleashing a beam of sword light.
The sword light was pitch black, seemingly about to merge into the darkness of the Dead Spirit Mountain, possessing the power to sever souls and destroy spirits.
boom!
The immense ghostly energy raged, sending the surrounding rocks flying and carving a trench more than ten feet long into the ground.
Yan Luo screamed and was thrown several feet away, but fortunately he managed to regain his footing in time.
"Luo Huang, I didn't expect that your strength would increase so much in just two years. Even your Soul-Summoning Banner has become more terrifying!"
Although his soul was injured, Yan Luo's physical body did not show any pain.
"Hahaha..."
Luo Huang laughed wildly, "I have been in seclusion for the past two years."
For two whole years, he never stepped out of my ghost palace!
Yan Luo said hatefully, "You are truly cunning. You actually set up several ghost mansions, but I found them all and couldn't find any trace of you!"
"A cunning rabbit has three burrows, don't you understand?"
Luo Huang sneered, "After I kill you, I'll kill that brat too. Once I refine his essence and blood, my Soul-Summoning Banner will be even more powerful!"
"Die!"
After speaking, the soul-summoning banner was raised high again, and a terrifying humanoid ghostly figure appeared around it, standing fifteen zhang tall.
The ghostly figure roared, its face contorted in a terrifying grimace, and unleashed a punch at Yan Luo.
Yan Luo was surprised that Luo Huang's strength was about to reach the Refining God Realm. He kept swinging the White Bone Sword in his hand, and powerful sword beams slashed towards the ghostly figure.
The sword light was extremely strange, with ghostly energy and blood energy intertwined. It was Yan Luo's life-saving technique, the Blood Nether Slash.
"Boy, if you don't make a move now, when will you?"
As soon as Yan Luo finished speaking, Lan Hua fired a fully drawn talisman arrow, aiming it directly at Luo Huang's body in mid-air.
boom!
The powerful Blood Demon Slash was shattered by a single punch from the enormous ghostly figure, generating a surge of ghostly energy.
Just then, two talisman arrows, burning with crimson lotus flames, pierced through the surging ghostly energy, like shooting stars in the night.
Luo Huang exclaimed in surprise, but he was not afraid at all, after all, there was a huge ghostly figure around him.
boom!
A loud bang was heard, and the two red lotus talisman arrows forced Luo Huang back two zhang, while the huge ghostly figure also retreated several steps.
The crimson flames left two holes in the ghostly figure, and Luo Huang's body was almost pierced through. This was the result of the evil spirit being burned by the crimson flames.
"What terrifying flames!"
Luo Huang was taken aback. He waved the Soul-Summoning Banner, and countless evil spirits emerged again, filling in the two holes in the ghostly figure.
The failure of the talisman arrow was within Lan Hua's expectations.
Even with the help of the Crimson Lotus Flame, it wouldn't be so easy to defeat the old ghost at the Pill God Realm.
Although Lan Hua's attack failed to injure Luo Huang, Yan Luo secretly thought there was a chance, after all, he himself did not think he could easily withstand the two arrows just now.
"kill!"
Yan Luo drew his sword and attacked again, disregarding everything, fighting with a completely reckless style.
Blood Demon Slash was unleashed once more, the black and red sword light merging with the white bone sword, and it flew towards the giant ghostly shadow.
The ghostly figure thrust out both palms simultaneously, trapping the massive sword beam.
Unable to advance or retreat while suspended in mid-air, Yan Luo had no choice but to channel all his ghostly energy into the White Bone Sword.
At that moment, Lan Hua made another move, using the Triple Yang Pass technique, firing three talisman arrows at once towards Luo Huang's body.
"Huh? Annoying ants!" Luo Huang said angrily.
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