Chapter 118: The Retired Ghost King Appears and Kills the People of Beiming Cloud Palace

"Does Bei Ming Yun Palace want to completely break off relations with my Xuan Yun Tian?" Shi Yun sneered and suddenly appeared behind Qiu Zhu. She waved her sleeves and stood steadily in the air. "They sent two of the top three cultivators from Bei Ming Yun Palace to embarrass us. If everyone in the cultivation world knew about this, I'm afraid they would laugh at us all."

Shiyun had just fought with these two people, but she was inside the flying boat and Qiuzhu appeared in time, so no one saw it with their own eyes and could not judge whether Shiyun was injured.

Qiu Zhu hears the poetic rhyme and slightly raises the corners of his lips.

In fact, Beiming Yun Palace sent out these two people as a last resort. They now only have one ancestor with the cultivation level of the Tribulation Crossing Stage to guard the sect. Apart from that, Beiming Yun Palace cannot produce any higher or stronger combat power.

On the other hand, Xuan Yuntian has been sitting firmly on the title of the number one sect in the cultivation world for a thousand years, which must be because it has a solid foundation and something to rely on.

However, considering the previous tragic death of Qiu Huan and a group of Beiming Yun Palace disciples in Xuan Yuntian's territory, Xuan Yuntian would inevitably be criticized.

On the way to Qingyun Club, they were surrounded and blocked by Beiming Yun Palace. Many people would stand on the side of Beiming Yun Palace after considering for a moment, and many people would subconsciously believe in the weak.

The Beiming Yun Palace's flying boat team was nowhere to be found, and Xuan Yuntian's team had not gone far.

If any major conflict occurred, the first ones to be affected would be the flying boat and the disciples on it.

This is also the most important reason why Qiuzhu and Shiyun are hesitant.

Just as Shiyun clenched her hands and was about to take action, Qiuzhu secretly put the bamboo flute against her back to remind her.

A light laugh echoed in the air.

It's weird and brings a sense of oppression, making your scalp tingle in an instant.

One of the monks from Beimingyun Palace roared angrily, his eyes sweeping around, "What is playing tricks here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a "pop" sound, the monk's head suddenly turned to the side without any warning, and his cheeks quickly turned red and swollen.

The monk didn't react. The scar on his cheek made him look ferocious, but after being beaten he looked particularly dazed.

The remaining person narrowed his eyes and looked alert when he saw this.

But the slap did not come down for a long time, and just as the man who had touched the face before came over, there was another crisp "pa" sound.

This time, blood came out of her swollen cheeks.

Half of his face was swollen and disfigured, completely different from the other half, looking particularly grotesque and weird.

This monk was tall and strong, but he was played around by someone in the dark.

The elderly monk beside him hunched his back slightly, with his graying hair falling down, and said respectfully, "I wonder what advice you have for me, Senior."

Shiyun and Qiuzhu looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Who is this person?

Not only did it come silently, but even the strength he used to slap me didn't leak the slightest trace?

This person might be a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

However, in this world of cultivation, apart from Yun Heng who can often travel outside, other sects only have one person in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. The others all stay in seclusion in the sect, and some even intend to break through to the Ascension Stage.

So, who is this person now?

Their curiosity was soon satisfied.

The elderly monk Wang Haichao Jiuchongtian from Beiming Cloud Palace still lowered his pride to perform the etiquette of a senior citizen.

How many people would believe this if I told them?

But the old monk had to do this. The other party could not find any clues in the dark. It was okay for him to sacrifice his old face and lure the other party out.

As expected, this trick obviously worked.

A blood-red thread flew out from the darkness, and instantly, shadows of the thread appeared in all directions.

The four people were surrounded by a dragnet.

All four of them have reached the Wang Haichao level of cultivation, and can be considered great powers in the world of cultivation. Now, under the threat of the silk thread, their bodies and subconsciousness are trembling, and they can hardly bear it.

"Is this... a ghost spell?" Shiyun's pupils shrank, and Qiuzhu frowned beside her. "No, the ghost spell is a combination of spirit spells, and this is pure ghost magic."

"Ghost magic?" Qiu Zhu's voice was quite loud. The two people from Bei Ming Yun Palace heard it and repeated it in their mouths.

The sky was covered in black and red, and the swirling black fog behind them made them dare not look directly.

A scornful smile echoed in this world, as if coldness and fear devoured the soul.

The tall and strong monk covered his cheeks and dared not move. His tall body stood in the air like a quail.

The threads are drawn randomly in the air, twisting and tumbling.

The ghostly shadows howled, blocking out the sun.

A black shadow appeared out of thin air and merged into the ink-black color.

A pair of purple-gold eyes opened, carrying a cold divinity.

Monk Gao Zhuang was trembling all over and couldn't help but move backward, but a silk thread hooked his arm and pulled it lightly, causing a puff of blood to spurt on his face. Severe pain followed, and Monk Gao Zhuang watched helplessly as his arm flew out and fell into the net woven with silk threads, being cut continuously.

“Ah ...

The old monk's eyes kept spinning and cold sweat dripped down his cheeks.

The gray hair on his forehead was soaked with cold sweat and stuck tightly to his face.

Shiyun was startled, but she felt lucky because this mysterious man was targeting the people from Beiming Yun Palace as soon as he appeared.

Could he be an enemy of Bei Ming Yun Palace?

Maybe?

The next moment when Shi Yun was thinking, the pair of purple-gold eyes blinked.

Slowly look in her direction.

The gold color occupied a larger proportion in the purple-gold pupils. That indifferent expression made Shiyun's heart beat violently. Qiuzhu grabbed Shiyun's arm and held the bamboo flute across in front of him, emitting a shimmering green light.

A poetic turn of consciousness.

"Senior, what advice do you have?" Shiyun pretended to be calm and tried hard to suppress the panic in her heart.

The figure sat on the thin and sharp thread, seeming particularly light and casual.

"I am here to seek justice." The cold voice forcefully entered the eardrums of the four people. Without any warning, the blood-red thread pierced several ghosts and dragged them in front of the four people.

The ghost figure was hanging on the silk thread and struggling constantly, and the blurry face suddenly became clear.

It's terrifying and frightening, extremely scary.

But only the ghost face in front of the two people in Beiming Yungong was the clearest, and one could even see the subtle expressions expressed in the facial features.

It was a face they were all very familiar with.

"Xie Chuyang?"

"Senior, who are you? Please tell me clearly."

The old monk had a tearful face, but his skinny hands were moving within his wide sleeves, as if he was trying to perform a mantra.

However, the next moment, the sharp red line pierced through the inky mist and headed straight for the old monk. The red line cut off his wrist, and the wrist turned into a puff of blood mist and dissipated at the moment it flew out, and was swallowed by the black mist.

The black mist seemed to dance with joy.

The old monk spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were filled with a fierce scarlet.

"It's best to resist, otherwise it would be so boring."

Brother Gao Zhuang's entire arm was cut off and his face was filled with pain. Although Brother Wang Haichao's disabled limbs could grow back, it would also take a lot of time and energy to repair.

The man in front of him didn't even move a finger, but he was able to make him and the old monk unable to resist, so he must be in the Tribulation Crossing Stage without a doubt.

I have heard that the gap between Wang Haichao and the Tribulation Period is like a chasm. Now that I have actually encountered it, I realized how powerful and terrifying the Tribulation Period is.

"I hope you will show me mercy, Senior. I will be happy to do whatever you ask me to do! I also hope you will spare my life!"

Bei Ming Yun Gong and the other man knelt very quickly. In the blink of an eye, they looked like wolves and beasts, unbearable to the sight, and the flattery on their faces was particularly ironic.

Shiyun did not move, and Qiuzhu, holding the bamboo flute in his hand, did not move at all.

"Are you the Ghost King Tuiwu?" Qiu Zhu's voice was low and firm.

There was no fear in his words, but his cultivation was greatly suppressed by this dark and foggy world. The dark and red background of this world was reflected in his eyes.

"Tell me what you think? If you're right, I'll let both of you live."

"The Ghost King Tuiwu has the ninth level of cultivation, which is comparable to the Tribulation Crossing Stage in the world of cultivation. I have never heard of this name before. It is said that more than ten years ago, he was just a little ghost in the Ghost Palace."

"He is extremely gifted. The fact that he was able to advance to the ninth level in just a dozen years is enough to prove this."

"Anything else?" The murderous intent in those purple-gold eyes faded away, and he continued to ask with interest.

Qiu Zhu appeared calm on the surface, but his hands, which were holding the bamboo flute, were already covered in cold sweat.

"He is good at using red silk threads. He appeared on the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons a year ago. He was wearing a black and gold python robe and had a pair of purple and gold eyes. His face is unknown. He guarded the Nine Abysses in the Ghost Palace."

“That’s true.”

As soon as the words fell, a figure dressed in a purple-gold python robe emerged from the black mist. The python pattern outlined by golden thread was vivid, and the snake's tongue flew out, swaying in front of Shiyun.

The two people from Beiming Yun Palace didn't dare to say a word. They huddled in a corner and pretended they didn't exist.

"I will not harm any innocent people, so get out of here."

Her voice was cold and she raised her hand to send the two people out.

Shiyun and Qiuzhu were caught off guard and thrown out by the powerful force, leaving only the two people from Beiming Yun Palace looking up in panic.

"What are you doing, senior?"

"Senior!"

"Originally, these two words should sound very soothing, but coming out of the two of you, they sound particularly disgusting."

The elderly monk could no longer bear it, so he raised his hand and a stream of spiritual power flew out, penetrating her python robe but causing no substantial harm to her.

Tuiwu raised his hand and slapped it. A black knife suddenly appeared in front of the old monk like a ghost from the ink.

As the knife chopped, a line of blood extended downward from the old monk's brow.

Finally, under the terrified eyes of the tall and strong monk, the whole group dispersed from the middle.

It was swallowed by the black mist and spat out a large amount of black and red blood mist.

Tuiwu narrowed her eyes and walked in the air. The silk thread stopped under her feet, creating a path for her to walk on.

The withered fingers stretched out, and the pale and bloodless hand added a bit of weirdness. After all, the Gao Zhuang monk was a high-level cultivator of Wang Haichao, but he was frightened to the point of being unable to move.

"Please, spare my life!"

"Tell your master not to have any ideas that shouldn't be made. My Ghost Mansion is not something you Demon Realm can mess with."

"If the message is not delivered, you know what will happen."

The cold blade pressed against the neck of the tall and strong monk. The tall and strong monk nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and stammered, "Young man, please remember this."

Tuiwu nodded, and suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the sky.

"How dare someone from the Ghost Mansion act so presumptuously in my cultivation world?"