Chapter 423: Chaos and War
The mundane rainstorm continued for a long time, as if God was crying out for the injustice in the world.
When the first hint of orange warmth appeared in the east, the heavy rain that had been going on for who knows how long finally stopped quietly.
Surprisingly, after the heavy rain, the blood corpses among the mortals miraculously stopped moving.
Those who lost consciousness stood up holding their heads, only to feel a severe headache, as if it were all a dream.
Apart from that, there was no other discomfort.
A faint dragon roar could be heard from the clouds, and a human figure seemed to appear above the head of the strip-shaped figure, and then disappeared on the spot.
But everywhere were tragic scenes, and everyone recalled everything that had happened in the purgatory on earth.
Only then did they realize that perhaps... they had met the god who saved the world.
At this time, in the Qin Palace, a figure received the news from below and put down the memorial in his hand.
He walked out of the hall slowly, standing with his hands behind his back under his black and gold dragon robe.
Looking at the sky that was rejuvenated, he whispered softly, not knowing what he was thinking of.
"You disappeared again..."
So what is the purpose this time?
By the Ming Lake in the palace, small buds of early spring peek out in the dew, and the grass is lush and green.
The wind returns, the clouds disperse, and the rain stops. The sunlight reflected by the lake warms and brightens again.
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During this time, worldly disasters provided a lot of energy to the ghost clan.
Not to mention the previous battles that broke out suddenly and ended abruptly.
The blood and energy of those cultivators, residual souls, and demons had already allowed the Ghost King to gradually recover his strength.
Even if there are only a few ghosts left in the abyss, don't forget that what the ghosts are best at is creating ghosts.
Some guys who were originally deceased in the world of immortal cultivation gradually couldn't resist the temptation brought by the ghost energy to quickly improve their cultivation.
For example, the Death Sand Sea in Xizhou has become the second place for the ghost clan to develop besides the Demon Realm.
Coupled with the resources in the West Ming Sea, it didn't take long for the ghost clan to grow stronger like a flame in a mountain meadow.
After the immortal cultivation community realized this, they immediately sent a large number of cultivators into the Western Ming Sea to encircle and suppress the rebellion.
But under the manipulation of Ghost Face, countless demons and monks fought together, and with the interference of the ghosts, the two sides were deadlocked for a while.
The demons eventually became tools of the game between the two sides.
But no matter what, the only ones who benefit in the end are the ghosts.
If you stop, the ghosts will be able to grow stronger; if you attack, the ghosts will take the opportunity to absorb the energy of the battlefield.
The world of immortal cultivation faces such a difficult choice: if they stick their heads out, they will be cut by the sword; if they retreat, they will also be cut by the sword.
But rather than slowly dying and having a big battle in the end, it would be better to take a gamble that they can kill the other side before the ghosts absorb their energy.
Not to mention that the ghost clan's attack on mortals has already touched the last bottom line of the world of immortal cultivation.
In anger, reason is suppressed by emotion.
Thus, the battle between the two sides began.
The flames of war raged, and spiritual energy, demonic energy, and ghostly energy were everywhere in every continent.
Even among them, there were the figures of demons. Two beast tides that had been hiding for a long time were extremely aggressive after being nourished by ghost energy.
This sudden arrival of surprise troops disrupted the battle situation a lot.
At the beginning, the world of immortal cultivation thought that the demon clan wanted to interfere, but they did not expect that the demon clan was also divided into two groups.
The long-silent Demon King of Nanshan also led countless demons and ancient demons from the Burial God Mountain into the battlefield.
And on top of his huge beast body, there is often a woman sitting.
Many people with discerning eyes could see that it was the youngest daughter of the Shao family, a family of alchemy practitioners.
The Shao family is the most unoffensive family in the world of immortal cultivation. The children in the family are extremely talented in alchemy and are spread across various sects and schools.
As the saying goes, it is better to offend a powerful cultivator than to offend a powerful alchemist.
After all, there are many more powerful cultivators and forces around Dan Xiu.
What shocked everyone even more was when the Demon King of Nanshan was willing to bow down to one person and become the other person's follower?
You must know that for the demon race, the ultimate bloodline power is the strongest rule, and one beast can lead all races.
This is exactly the case.
Wandering on the battlefield, one beast led a tide of beasts to fight in the front, while a man provided supplies with elixirs in the back and treated the injured monsters and monks.
With the addition of the demon race, a lot of pressure on the world of immortal cultivation was relieved.
But until a ghostly figure appeared on the battlefield, the situation seemed to change instantly.
The ghost was surrounded by a gray-black deathly aura, and his skin was dark blue under his tattered black robe.
As he raised his hand, a monstrous ghost energy spread out and grabbed the monks below.
In just a short moment, the blood, energy, and soul of the monk seemed to be pulled out by an invisible vortex.
After being shattered by the ghost energy, it quickly flowed into the ghost cultivator's body along the strands of ghost energy.
The bloody face of the monk on the ground turned pale and shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, it turned into a withered corpse and fell heavily to the ground.
Everyone present was staring in amazement and quickly redirected countless energies, throwing them towards the other party's figure.
But unexpectedly, as the ghost cultivator waved his hands, endless ghost energy suddenly rose from his body.
A hazy black fog lingered, blocking these attacks one by one.
In an instant, the ghost cultivator slowly turned his head, two green ghost fires flashed in his eyes, and the ghost energy around him turned into countless ghosts.
Sharp whistles and roars came from the mouths of the ghosts, and they flashed like monstrous black insects and flew straight down.
The scalp-numbing gnawing sound penetrated people's ears without warning.
Many cultivators were in panic, their hearts pounding, and they could only hastily mobilize the spiritual energy in their bodies to attack.
But unexpectedly, as soon as the spiritual energy attack passed through the bodies of those ghosts, the torn figures immediately recovered.
Instead, the ghosts first looked at the wounds on their bodies, and then, as if enraged, they pounced again quickly.
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
Fortunately, at this time, the elder in the white robe of the Holy Ruins immediately stood up and sent a message.
"Don't panic, quickly gather your ghost energy and retreat quickly."
The monks in the field looked at each other, nodded, and made a prompt decision to act according to the elder's instructions.
They all used spiritual energy to push the remaining ghosts towards the center, and the various energy fluctuations were directed towards one place, which prevented the rapidly gathering ghost energy from condensing into shape.
The ghost energy in the field was constantly pushed towards the center, and after seeing the right opportunity, the elder on top presented a stone in his hand.
He threw himself directly into the group of ghosts, and a huge formation unfolded, wrapping up the ghosts inside.
The ghost energy that wanted to condense into shape again seemed to be affected by some energy and could not merge. It was even being weakened.
"Um?"
The black figure in the sky noticed the situation below, and after feeling it for a while, his brows moved.
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