Sacrifice the entire clan
Outside the sacrificial altar, the Ghost King held an exquisitely carved box in his hand. The lower half of the box had turned red, while the upper half remained snow-white.
A man in black robes stood beside the Ghost King and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty. Once the Divine Box has collected all the offerings, it will surely grant Your Majesty's wish. At that time, I hope Your Majesty will consider the cooperation I propose."
The Ghost King toyed with the box, glancing at him casually: "Cooperation? It's a bit early. Let's talk about it after I ascend."
Despite being humiliated, the man in black robes was not angry and said with a smile, "Lord Ghost King will surely ascend smoothly."
"Do you need to tell me?" The Ghost King rolled his eyes at him, got up and left.
After he left, the man in black robes lost his smile and looked at the Ghost King's retreating figure with disdain.
Fine, let this fool be smug for a while longer, lest he ruin the grand plan.
On the sacrificial altar, the Ghost King stood majestically beneath the statue, his crimson eyes gazing down at the Ghost Clan below.
The demons who came to watch the sacrificial ceremony today are all quite capable. With them, the offerings needed for the divine box should be sufficient.
The Ghost King raised his hand, and the murmurs below the stage ceased as everyone turned to look at him.
"Humans are powerful and look down on us ghosts. Demons are violent and use ghosts as tools. Today, I, the king, offer this sacrifice to our ancestors. From this day forward, the ghosts will no longer be vassals of other races. I will make the ghosts even stronger..."
She spoke at length. Wen Zheng knelt beside the stone pillar, the patterns on the stone slab pressing down on her knees until they ached, and the sweat on her palms soaked the yellow paper.
Wen Zheng moved and stretched her body. This ghost king talks too much nonsense.
The Ghost King's sudden appearance interrupted Wen Zheng's intention to make a move. She dared to provoke the people below the sacrificial altar, but she dared not attack the Ghost King.
Even though she was far away from the Ghost King, she could still feel the powerful aura emanating from him. Her soft armor would definitely not be able to withstand a single blow from the Ghost King.
After weighing the pros and cons, Wen Zheng abandoned her intention to act and asked Mu Xinxin, "Do you know any friends who could come to your rescue?"
Her idea wouldn't work, so she'd see if Mu Xinxin had any ideas.
Mu Xinxin glanced at her: "Who dares to oppose the Ghost King?"
Wen Zheng sighed, "It seems we're really going to die today."
Her main account has already died, so will her newly created alternate account also be deleted?
After thinking for a long time, Wen Zheng cursed and stared at the Ghost King on the stage.
She refused to believe she couldn't find an opportunity; people aren't always unlucky, and there's always a lucky time.
After the Ghost King finished speaking on the altar, the ghosts below were all excited. They were captivated by the illusory dream the Ghost King had given them, in which the ghosts would become powerful and become objects of admiration for other races.
They gazed intently at the Ghost King, waiting for him to give the order to perform the sacrifice.
In this enthusiastic atmosphere, an untimely voice said, "These are just empty words. There are far more strong humans and demons than ghosts. Ghosts simply cannot defeat them."
The sound came suddenly, and no one could catch who spoke. The surroundings fell silent. After the initial excitement subsided, the crowd, now calm, all stared at the Ghost King.
The voice was right. There weren't many strong members of the Ghost Clan. Of all the things the Ghost King had said, very few were actually useful. Everyone was waiting for his next move.
When the Ghost King heard someone contradicting him, his face suddenly darkened, and an awkward expression appeared on his face, which was shrouded in black mist. He wanted to make trouble, but he couldn't grab the person. He said coldly, "Of course I know, but I recently obtained a divine box. As long as I offer up a little bit of my spiritual consciousness, I can exchange it for powerful strength."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the crowd below the stage. There was a deathly silence below, and no one dared to come up and try.
For any cultivator, spiritual consciousness is extremely important. Once spiritual consciousness falls into the hands of others, one's every move can be controlled by them. In a worse case, one may even be controlled by the other party with spiritual consciousness, unable to live or die.
Wen Zheng observed the Ghost King's movements, listened to his grand promises, and noticed something amiss when she looked at the reactions of the crowd below the stage.
I can't give you specifics, I'll have to wait and see.
Seeing that no one offered their spiritual consciousness, the Ghost King scanned the crowd with his crimson eyes, and those who met his gaze all lowered their heads.
After waiting for a while and still no one tried, the Ghost King suddenly said, "Since you don't believe me, I'll show you."
As he spoke, he lightly touched his forehead with his fingertips, and a black flame flew out from between his eyebrows and landed in his palm. With a flick of his wrist, the flame flew into the box.
Whether it was Wen Zheng's imagination or not, she felt that the red color in the lower half of the box seemed to rise.
Just as she was about to take a closer look, the Ghost King opened the box, and a cloud of black mist flew out, enveloping the panicked crowd below the stage. A moment later, someone exclaimed, "I've broken through!"
"Me too."
"This box is real; offering up one's spiritual consciousness really does make one stronger."
The demons below the stage were utterly excited by the box, their burning gazes almost overwhelming the Demon King.
Seeing everyone's excitement, the Ghost King, holding the box, grinned, revealing his fangs.
Before Wen Zheng could figure out what was going on with the box, she was stunned by the scene below the stage, which resembled a sales event.
The Ghost King's scheme sounds just like a pig butchering scam.
Before she could make a move, the demons below offered up their spiritual consciousness, and a large amount of black flames flew into the box. The red part, which originally only occupied a third of the box, completely occupied the snow-white part like a sponge that had absorbed enough water.
The gray sky suddenly changed color as a thundercloud drifted in, and purple lightning struck the box. The power of the purple lightning grew stronger with each strike, yet the palm-sized box remained completely unharmed.
As the nine bolts of purple lightning struck, a golden light flashed from the box, and someone exclaimed, "It's an innate magic treasure!"
Before the man could finish speaking, he was slapped to death by the Ghost King. Blood mixed with black mist splattered all over the people around him. Everyone stared blankly at the Ghost King, not understanding why he had suddenly attacked.
Having successfully evolved the box into an innate magic weapon, the Ghost King achieved his goal and no longer gave the crowd a friendly look.
"You are nothing but sacrifices; it's already too good for you to have lived this long."
"What does Your Majesty mean?" The Crimson Moon Ghost General, who was standing to the side, frowned and asked, "That's not what you just said."
"If I didn't say that, how could I trick you into handing over your spiritual consciousness and becoming sacrifices for the God Box?" The Ghost King scoffed, too lazy to argue with Crimson Moon, and slapped her with his palm.
Chi Yue narrowly dodged the attack and drew his spear to counterattack. Before his spear could even get close to the Ghost King, it was snapped in two. Chi Yue looked at the Ghost King in horror: "How could this be?!"
"Fool, do you think I'd be as useless as before with the God Box?" The Ghost King swung his hand again.
The turn of events was so sudden that Wen Zheng was completely bewildered and didn't know whether she should intervene.
While she hesitated, the Ghost King and Chi Yue quickly decided the winner. Chi Yue was knocked off the stage by the Ghost King, and her ghostly aura almost dissipated. Seeing that Chi Yue, who was loyal to the Ghost King, had met such an end, the other ghosts scattered in fear.
However, the Ghost King did not give them a chance. He opened the divine box, and the ghost energy on the ghosts who offered their divine consciousness was completely absorbed by the divine box, causing countless ghosts to dissipate on the spot.
Fearing that everyone would escape, the Ghost King activated the binding formation beneath the sacrificial altar, trapping all the ghosts inside, unable to escape.
Wen Zheng looked at the screen below the stage and nudged Mu Xinxin next to her: "Do you ghosts always play this big?"
Sacrificing clansmen? Is the Ghost King's surname Fang?
She also said that Mu Xinxin was unlucky to be dragged out as a sacrifice, and that none of the many people watching the show came to her rescue. She didn't expect that everyone was a sacrifice, and that those in the audience died even faster than them.
"But since so many demons have been sacrificed, does that mean we won't have to be sacrificed anymore?" Wen Zheng asked optimistically.
"You're overthinking it." Mu Xinxin coldly looked at the Ghost King offering sacrifices on the platform and said, "If the Ghost King wants to open the tomb of the previous Ghost King, he has to offer our blood as a sacrifice. Once the blood has stained the stone pillars, the door to the Ghost King's tomb can be opened smoothly."
Wen Zheng looked down at the groove in front of her, then looked up at the three- or four-meter-high stone pillar. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Didn't you say that breaking the Netherworld Flower under the statue would open the door to the Ghost King's Tomb?"
Wen Zheng suspected that Mu Xinxin was lying to her.
Mu Xinxin grinned, revealing her sharp teeth: "The Ghost King's Tomb opened with blood can be entered safely, but breaking the Nether Flower means forcibly entering, which would be very dangerous."
Wen Zheng: "..."
My friend, you really have one trick after another, it's all a routine.
You provide a quick and easy way to escape, but you don't mention the dangers at all.
Mu Xinxin saw through her thoughts and said, "I really don't trust you."
Wen Zheng nodded in understanding and said, "Anyway, we're going to die soon. I'll find an opportunity to attack the Ghost King. You find the right moment, and if the door opens, take him and run."
Mu Xinxin glanced at her: "Aren't you angry?"
"There's no need."
Mu Xinxin: "I underestimated you."
Wen Zheng ignored her, took two deep breaths, and was about to make a move when a chill swept over, and the Ghost King on the stage suddenly lost an arm.
All eyes turned to the white-haired immortal who had suddenly appeared on the stage.
It is Mu Qing.
He rushed over immediately after dealing with Wei Ming. Countless ghosts below the stage were killed or injured, and the trapped ghosts were having their ghost energy absorbed by the divine box, almost dissipating.
When Wen Zheng saw Mu Qing appear, it was as if she saw a glimmer of hope. She broke free from the ropes, stood up, and shouted, "Senior brother, quickly grab the box! Something's not right with that box!"
After observing for so long, she realized there was something wrong with the box the Ghost King was holding, so she immediately alerted Mu Qing.
If Mu Qing can snatch this innate magic treasure, she will try to get it from Mu Qing to study it.
Upon hearing this, Mu Qing glanced at her, and the next second, the Taiqing Sword slashed at the divine box, the silver-white blade splitting a crack in the box.
The Ghost King's expression changed drastically. Ignoring his severely injured severed arm, he flew over to protect the divine box, staring fiercely at Mu Qing: "I know you, Mu Qing, the main force that defeated the demon race back then. Unfortunately, you will die by my hand today."
After saying that, he opened the divine box again. Thick black mist wrapped tightly around the Ghost King like silk. Before long, the black mist disappeared, the Ghost King's severed arm grew back, and his strength was even greater. He sent Mu Qing flying with just a wave of his hand.
Wen Zheng was initially delighted by Mu Qing's sudden appearance, but when Mu Qing was sent flying as soon as he made a move, she almost choked on her breath and asked, "Senior brother, can you still move?"
"It's nothing," Mu Qing said, gripping her longsword to support herself as she stood up. She looked coldly at the Ghost King and said, "You used your own people to pave the way for your dream of ascension. Aren't you afraid of being burdened with karmic debts?"
The Ghost King held the box in his hand, still inhaling the black energy overflowing from it: "Karma? As long as I can ascend, what does it matter if I sacrifice the entire Ghost Clan?"
Cold-blooded words silenced Mu Qing, who swung her sword with all her might. However, the Ghost King's strength had been steadily increasing as he spoke, and Mu Qing was no match for him. She was defeated in a few breaths.
The Ghost King looked at Mu Qing triumphantly and said, "How about it? My cultivation is about to reach the Tribulation Transcending stage. Who can stop me now? Hahahaha."
He laughed wildly, his disdainful gaze sweeping over everyone present.
Wen Zheng stood silently in place, feeling dizzy. After thinking for a moment, she gritted her teeth and said to Mu Xinxin, "When you hear my signal, remember to take your senior brother with you when you run."
Mu Xinxin: "?"
Wen Zheng quickly ran down the stone steps to Mu Qing, who was lying injured on the ground. He had been struck in the heart by the Ghost King's palm; the heart meridian wasn't broken, but the bones inside were fractured.
Mu Qing tried to stand up, leaning on his sword, but Wen Zheng pulled him down. He looked at Wen Zheng; after not seeing her for a few days, her hair was rough, and her clothes were stained with blood. It seemed she had suffered a lot.
"Run!" he murmured, his mind somewhat muddled.
Wen Zheng slapped him across the face, waking him up: "When I throw the talisman later, you attack the flowers under the statue with all your might. Remember, whether you live or die depends on you."
Following Wen Zheng's gaze, Mu Qing saw the statue next to the Ghost King, and also saw the ghostly flowers carved below the statue.
He looked at Wen Zheng in confusion, but she did not answer him. Instead, she stood up and walked towards the Ghost King.
"I'll stop you," Wen Zheng said, a smile playing on her lips.
People can actually laugh when they're speechless.
She, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, dared to challenge a Tribulation Transcending cultivator; she's truly remarkable.
Concealing her panic, Wen Zheng strung the talismans together with spiritual energy threads, just like when she accidentally broke Mu Qing's bed last time.
Dozens of talismans blocked the Ghost King's way, like a wall.
The Ghost King was surprised by Wen Zheng's sudden appearance. After glancing at her Foundation Establishment cultivation level, he was completely unconcerned and even mocked the talisman she produced: "You think this low-level talisman can harm me?"
"Let's give it a try first," Wen Zheng said resolutely.
She spoke very seriously, which aroused the Ghost King's suspicion. Could it be that the talisman in this little girl's hand was really powerful?
"Take this!" Wen Zheng shouted, detonating all the talismans.
The explosion was loud, and the Ghost King retreated warily, moving away from the statue.
"Now!"
As soon as Wen Zheng finished speaking, Mu Qing's sword shattered the ghost flower beneath the statue, and the ground on the sacrificial altar collapsed, revealing a large hole.
Wen Zheng frowned. Wasn't she talking about the main gate?
While she was still in a daze, Mu Xinxin had already jumped in carrying the person.
Wen Zheng disregarded everything else and quickly went to Mu Qing's side to help him up, then jumped in with him.
After recovering from the noise of the explosion, the Ghost King saw the Ghost King's tomb that had been violently broken open, and his bloodshot eyes turned even redder with rage.
Without further hesitation, he let the divine box absorb all the ghosts trapped in the formation, and then jumped into the Ghost King's Tomb.
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