When the realms of gods and demons clash once again.
Two auspicious, seven-colored clouds drifted across the sky.
The God Emperor Fentian felt a chill run down his spine, unsure whether the newcomer was friend or foe.
He only felt relieved when he saw a beam of light carrying Buddhist radiance shining towards Feng Jiuzhou.
Fentian laughed heartily, "Who is this fellow Daoist who has come to offer assistance? Fentian thanks you."
"Brother Fen, you're too kind. We're family, no need to thank me." Linghu Lan revealed himself, heading straight for Feng Jiuzhou like a sharp sword.
Feng Jiuzhou's eyes narrowed slightly.
What's coming is...
Old friend!
Perfect.
They were determined to avenge their grudge against the cultivation world.
The power of the Nine Netherworlds surged from Feng Jiuzhou's body, and he unleashed a powerful strike with his halberd, its aura overwhelming mountains and rivers.
Linghu Lan summoned the lotus lantern, its light shining brightly, quickly breaking through the spatial stagnation caused by the halberd shadow, and then threw out a magical artifact.
"Measuring Heaven Cudgel!" The cudgel's shadows blurred as it struck the halberd with a loud bang.
A ghost cultivator behind Feng Jiuzhou recognized the figure, looked up, and roared, "My staff! Thief! You stole my staff!" He gritted his teeth and charged toward Linghu Lan.
A deity blocked his way and laughed, "A ghost that can't even keep an eye on its own weapons is not qualified to fight against the God Emperor of my God Realm."
The ghost cultivator was enraged.
The two fought each other.
With a loud crash, Feng Jiuzhou smashed the stick to pieces.
Linghu Lan: Damn, as expected, having innate bloodline gives you an advantage.
She casually tossed out another magical item.
"Behold my Crescent Moon Blade."
"Ah! That's mine! It's called Fat Knife, not Crescent Moon Knife!" Another ghost cultivator roared in fury.
Linghu Lan: ...What?! Fatty Knife?!
You truly love your knife; you gave it such an awful name, yet the knife didn't seem to mind.
The Crescent Moon Blade is so good, it's gotten so fat it's split open.
Fat Knife: Please respect my name.
Feng Jiuzhou was furious.
The thief from the ghost realm was actually her!
With the force of splitting the sun and moon, he locked onto Linghu Lan with his long halberd and slashed towards her brow.
For the first time, Linghu Lan faced a life-or-death crisis, and she couldn't care less about anything else.
They unleashed all their magical weapons at once, hoping to block the attack first.
then……
The ghost cultivators on the entire battlefield were distracted.
"That's my rootless bamboo."
"My Styx shovel."
"Thief, give me back my iron lamp!"
Enraged, Feng Jiuzhou abruptly shrank back, avoiding the magical treasures, and with a wave of his hand, retrieved them.
Linghu Lan's eyes lit up.
I'm so reluctant to part with it!
That's great.
"Hey! Feng Jiuzhou, there are still a lot of things here."
One by one, magical artifacts were left on the battlefield.
Sometimes it hits a ghost cultivator precisely on the head.
Sometimes, by sheer coincidence, he would shield a divine cultivator from a fatal blow.
Without exception, the magical artifacts did not meet a good end.
Feng Jiuzhou's heart was bleeding: He vowed not to be human until he killed this monster.
Feng Jiuzhou was furious, but he calmed down instead.
He closed his eyes slightly, and a red light emanated from his forehead.
The red light seemed to have a life of its own, following Linghu Lan like a shadow.
Linghu Lan felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't help but scream. She threw out everything from Feng Jiuyou's treasure vault one by one.
For a moment, all sorts of treasures flew wildly in the sky, creating a dazzling spectacle.
But the red light did not stop for a moment, shattering the treasures one by one.
The red light was so intense.
Linghu Lan gritted her teeth, stopped running, and took out something to protect herself.
The red light struck the object, bursting into a dazzling burst of red sparks.
Feng Jiuzhou groaned and opened his eyes.
Burning Heaven roared, "So it was you, my Heaven and Earth Shield?!"
Linghu Lan: ...It wasn't me! It was us!
Su Li: ...I don't have a wife like you.
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