Chapter 475: The God's Pursuit and the Ghost King's Offering of Lanterns
The Immortal Jin Ting took out the red fire bead from his sleeve and said, "Follow me."
The fire bead turned into a flame again, but there was no lamp oil. It just jumped in the hands of the Great Immortal Jin Ting, illuminating the surrounding scene.
They are still in the sea of bones.
The Immortal Jin Ting took out the small yellow flag given to him by King Linchuan, and silently recited a spell. Instead of summoning the Five Yin Generals, he used the yellow flag to track the positions of the Five Yin Generals, just like using the golden pendant to track the position of the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe.
The small flag slowly floated up, guiding the direction for the Immortal Jin Ting.
The two of them flew up following the instructions, carrying the evil spirit and ghost energy through the ghost fog of the underworld.
Previously, the Juliu tribe ghost king was in a hurry and knew nothing about the demon fairy who came to save him. As he flew, he asked, "What is your name, friend?"
The Immortal Jin Ting said: "My name is Jin Ting. I am honored by my friends to call me the Immortal Jin Ting."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe followed his lead and said, "Thank you, Great Immortal, for rescuing me. But are your two friends safe? The White Bone Divine Lord is no ordinary fourth-rank cultivator. If he were to capture them, I'm afraid your two friends wouldn't be able to escape."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe was only of the fourth rank, but he was easily trapped by the White Bone God. He knew how powerful the White Bone God was.
The Immortal Jin Ting said, "Don't worry about them. Their roots are not in this world, and they can return to the world at any time."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good."
Jin Ting Daxian asked curiously, "How did the Ghost King break into the White Bone Demon City?"
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe gave a bitter laugh and said, "When the underworld attacked us, I led a large army to resist them, but we were defeated and could only retreat step by step. I had no choice but to retreat into the ghost fog of the underworld in order to seek a way out."
"But in this ghost fog, there's no way to tell the direction, no way to tell coming and going. I couldn't see clearly, let alone my subordinates. The army soon became separated, and I wandered around with my personal guards, encountering many dangers. After spending too long in the Netherworld Ghost Fog, one's soul gradually becomes confused. I searched for a place to hide, and eventually found the White Bone Demon City."
"Initially, there were only a few weak Bone Demons cultivating in this Bone City. We quickly wiped them out and made the Bone City our base, thereby eliminating the influence of the Netherworld Ghost Mist. Who knew..."
The Great Immortal Jin Ting already knew the details of what happened next. Who knew that the Lord of Bones had taken all the Bone Demons away to attack Fengmo Ridge? When he came back and saw that his hometown had been occupied by a group of sick ghosts, he immediately took action and trapped them all.
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe said, "I can still hold on, but my subordinates couldn't withstand the devilish fire and have been completely wiped out."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe showed a desolate look. He now only had the title of Ghost King, but the title was no longer worthy of the reality. He had no subordinates under his command.
Jin Ting Daxian said: "It would be great if you could come back alive."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe stroked the longevity lock in his hand and asked, "How is he now?"
The Immortal Jin Ting said, "The owner of this sign is now the King of Wu's youngest son, the King of Linchuan. He is a very powerful person. Otherwise, how could he invite us?"
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe hadn't heard from the human world for a long time, so he had no idea who the King of Wu or the King of Linchuan were. He only heard from the Immortal Jin Ting that they were doing well, so he sighed and said, "That's good."
The Immortal Jin Ting's eyes flickered as he spoke, "The King of Linchuan has now recruited a hundred thousand ghost soldiers and five great ghost generals under his command. They are hidden in the land of the underworld to train their troops. Once the Ghost King arrives, he will be able to take over the troops and train a powerful ghost army."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "You've really made some progress."
Unsure of how long King Tongyou and King Tongji could hold out, the Immortal Jinting and the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe fled quickly, fearing that the Lord of Bones would catch up with them and none of them would be able to escape.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, we finally escaped from the Sea of Bones.
But the little ghost on the body of the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe suddenly started to scream, and the Great Immortal Jin Ting felt the hairs on his back stand on end.
Without hesitation, he extinguished the divine fire in his hand, allowing the ghostly fog of the underworld to surge in front of him.
The Juliu Ghost King pulled the Immortal Jin Ting and walked carefully through the ghost fog. The ghosts in his body started to move, crawling all over him, and soon disrupted his breath.
But in just a moment, all the little ghosts on the Juliu Ghost King lay on him, covering their eyes and daring to move.
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe and the Immortal Jinting also stood motionless, like sculptures.
Behind them, the ghost fog of the underworld surged like a tide. A shadow taller than a mountain walked past them, and the sound of bones colliding spread in the ghost fog.
Red dots of light lit up on the black shadow, like red stars. They were red eyes, searching everywhere for the trace of the Ghost King of Juliu.
Fortunately, they ran far enough to escape from the sea of bones, and their breathing was disturbed.
Catching them was like catching two fish and shrimps hiding in a flood. The White Bone God pushed aside the Netherworld Ghost Mist, but the surging Ghost Mist also hid the Jin Ting Daxian and the others tightly.
Unless the Lord of Bones confronts them head-on and just happens to clear away the ghost fog in front of them, it would be difficult to discover them.
Sure enough, the huge black shadow passed by them not far away and soon disappeared in the dark ghost fog.
After an unknown amount of time, everything calmed down. The Ghost King of the Juliu Tribe and the Immortal Jinting finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting opened his hands, and the divine fire that he had extinguished was only a spark, barely illuminating the fog in front of him, but it was also becoming increasingly dim.
Immortal Jin Ting looked at the increasingly dim spark in his hand and said, "We have to hurry. I must leave the Netherworld Mist before the divine fire extinguishes, otherwise we will be trapped here."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe took one look at the divine fire and said, "You need an oil lamp. Otherwise, this flame has no source and will not last long."
The Immortal Jin Ting said, "There was a lamp originally, but I was afraid of disturbing the White Bone Demon, so I took it down."
The Ghost King of the Juliu tribe said, "Wait a moment."
The muscles and skin on his green body suddenly began to wriggle, and the Immortal Jin Ting vaguely saw that there seemed to be various auras flowing in it. One of the auras grew stronger and poured into the body of a little ghost lying on the chest of the Ghost King of the Juliu tribe.
The little ghost howled in pain, and thick fat grew all over his body, like the wax accumulated when a candle burns out, and soon lost his original appearance.
The ghost king of the Juliu tribe took it off his body. The little ghost was still alive, but had lost the ability to move and turned into a living lamp oil.
The ghost king of the Juliu tribe handed the little ghost to the great immortal Jinting. The great immortal Jinting closed his eyes slightly and placed the divine fire on the little ghost's head.
In a moment, the dimming firelight became bright again.
The little ghost curled up into a ball and wanted to escape, but he had already lost the ability to move.
The Immortal Jin Ting had an expressionless face. He reached out and touched the little ghost's forehead, then took over the little ghost's body, making it float in the air and illuminate the dim ghost fog.
The divine fire was burning above the little ghost's head, causing him to suffer constant pain.
But with a clear direction, the world that was turned upside down by the Ghost King of the Netherworld was settled by the yellow flag. Otherwise, no one knew whether they would go deeper or shallower if they continued to move forward.
Before the little ghost burned out, light appeared in front of him.
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