As Shen Zhuochuan returned to the main hall with Ning Xi, he suddenly smiled and said to Song Tingwan.
—They didn't give up and kept trying to break free of the cage.
Song Tingwan also smiled.
—We need to be faster, and try to stop people from dying.
Where did the cage come from, and who is arresting people here?
After extracting souls, what is Wutong Mountain's intention in cultivating so many ghost cultivators?
All of this may have to wait until A Yao and the others come out.
The two most important people were still in those two main halls.
They stared at Ning Xi. After he came out, he turned and went straight to the main hall in the center.
Perfect.
The three of them brightened slightly, and this time they moved a little further away.
After all, Venerable Chunwu was a Tribulation Transcending cultivator who had lived for countless years.
Strangely enough, Ningxi was at the Mahayana stage of cultivation, and it seemed that he could not break through any further.
It's very strange, like it's blocked up.
The oppressive aura intensified.
A chill ran down the spines of the three.
Song Tingwan's palms were frighteningly hot.
She thought about it for a moment, realizing she hadn't tried it before, and wondered if transferring Wu Ling directly into the mustard seed space would be successful.
If you think of something, just do it; since you haven't released it, your ghostly aura won't leak out.
She gazed intently and tried.
Within the mustard seed space, ghostly energy surged wildly, creating an exceptionally agitated atmosphere.
"Wan'er! My father! My father is here!"
Song Tingwan was taken aback.
"Your father is in this hall? Can you sense where he is?"
The flickering ghostly aura became even more disordered.
"He was weak...and struggling, but very strong."
He was also a ghost cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage.
But he knew that his strength was no match for his father's.
Song Tingwan pondered for a moment, her voice growing heavier as she told everyone.
They still can't get in touch with Ayao and the others.
Just as I was thinking this, the other four people sent me a telepathic message.
"Master! Master! They are so wicked! They forcibly ripped the souls out of living people!"
—Sister, I have recorded the evidence of the crimes committed on Wutong Mountain. The person whose soul was extracted... is my friend. Can you save her?
—Wan'er, Zewu...he absorbs ghost cultivators to increase his power.
Wutong Mountain is no different from purgatory; even the former demon realm cannot compare to its evil.
Each of her words shocked Song Tingwan countless times.
This is Wutong Mountain.
What kind of existence is it exactly?
After calming down, Wu Ling told her what he had just sensed.
“My father, like other ghost cultivators, is buried underground. As long as he is not awakened or startled, he will not be in danger.”
The two were talking in the mustard seed space.
Ningxi slowly walked into the hall.
Countless ghost cultivator puppets.
Countless cultivator puppets.
They are all being controlled by one person.
Absorb their power.
The power of the entire hall was in disarray.
It's incredibly evil.
Ning Xi didn't dare to say a word, and upon seeing the scene, quickly retreated.
"Who dares to trespass into my Wutong Mountain!"
Ningxi was so frightened by the roar that her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground. "Your Excellency, it's me! Ningxi!"
"Get lost, you useless thing, you're being followed and you don't even know it."
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