Chapter 827: Generous Gift...
The old ghost Lingxu is not dead.
He simply set up a large formation and circled all the 100,000 mountain monsters inside.
Originally, I was planning to refine all the monsters inside, but after thinking about it carefully, isn't this approach just draining the pond to catch fish?
Make it possible.
Keeping these monsters can provide materials for the monks in the Cangyun Realm. His original intention was to prepare a gift for Chen Jianzun of the Yueying Sect. If he killed all these monsters, the monks of the Yueying Sect would no longer have the resources provided by the monsters, and the gift would become a sin of making enemies.
So the old ghost Lingxu had to settle for the next best thing.
Only monsters above the Demon Emperor level will be refined, and all those below the Demon Emperor level will be released back into the Ten Thousand Mountains.
There weren't many Demon Emperor-level monsters to begin with, and the five above them were beaten to the point where only the Demon Soul Great Sage was left.
"Old ghost Lingxu! We, the demon race, have no grudges against you, and we even...we are indebted to you!
When you were nearly killed by the old monk Fentian and ran to our Shiwandashan for refuge, we were the ones who accepted you!
If we had known this would happen, we would have eaten you alive!"
The one who was speaking was the Great Sage Moving Mountains who was trapped in the formation. His face was ferocious, but it was only because of anger and pain - most of his body was already in the soul-summoning flag of the old ghost Lingxu. It would not be long before it would be completely refined by the soul flag and become one of its puppets.
If it still had a demon body, even though this old ghost Lingxu was very powerful, the formation he set up would not be able to trap it at all.
What's more, we have to talk about this soul flag. It is even possible to pull its demon soul out of the demon body.
Now the tiger is in dire straits and is being bullied, with only the demon spirits left. They are no match for the old ghost Lingxu.
"Noisy!" The old ghost Lingxu snorted coldly, "It was you, the Hundred Thousand Great Mountain Demon Clan, who took me in, and it was you who took me in!
But it’s your demon lord Tu Shanyue!
Besides, she saved my life for a price, otherwise why do you think she can survive the encirclement and suppression by the major sects?
Why do you think she can break through from the Mahayana First Tribulation Realm to the Second Tribulation Realm in just one day? She can do it without me!
There is an exchange of interests between us on an equal footing.
Now our exchange of interests has ended, and it has nothing to do with you five beasts."
"Why is it okay?!" The Great Sage Kunpeng roared angrily, "We are the Demon Lord's servants. If you touch us, the Demon Lord of the Immortal Realm will let you go!"
"Tu Shanyue has become an immortal, so she is an immortal. There is a difference between immortals and mortals, and I won't care about you." Lingxu Old Ghost said indifferently: "What I am doing now is just the law of the jungle! If you want to blame someone, blame you for being strong enough and your good luck, hehehe!"
The old ghost Lingxu pinched his fingers and the black energy on the soul-calling banner surged like a living thing, fiercely wrapping around the demonic spirit of the Great Sage Kunpeng.
The dark blue demon soul was once the overlord of the sky, but now it was like a moth trapped in a spider web. Every time it collided with it, it was torn into tiny cracks by the black air.
"When you stirred up trouble in the East China Sea, how many monks from various sects were swallowed up? Today is the day to repay your debt."
The old ghost Lingxu had a sneer on his lips, and the carving knife in his left hand stopped. The wings of Kunpeng on the peach wood gradually became fuller, and even the patterns on the feathers revealed a bit of the fierceness of a demon saint.
The black gas seeped through the cracks in Kunpeng's demon soul. Amidst the miserable cries, the demon soul gradually lost the strength to struggle and turned into a ray of green light that was absorbed by the soul flag.
The old ghost Lingxu snapped his fingers, and the green light accurately penetrated the wooden carved eyebrow.
The originally stiff Kunpeng wooden sculpture opened its eyes instantly, and a hint of the Great Sage's arrogance flashed in its eyes, but it was firmly suppressed by the black energy, and in the end, only empty obedience remained.
Next is the demon soul of the Great Sage who moves mountains.
The black bear-like demon soul had already been mostly devoured by the Soul Banner. Now only half of its body remained in the black air, but it was still roaring and trying to pounce on the old ghost Lingxu.
"Naughty." The old ghost Lingxu snorted coldly.
Several chains flew out from the soul banner, nailing the demon soul in mid-air. The carving knife moved quickly on the peach wood. The crack on the black bear's forehead was exactly the same as that of the Great Sage Kunpeng.
As the last knife fell, the demon soul turned into a gray mist and melted into a wooden sculpture. The black bear wooden sculpture clenched its fists violently, and a heavy aura like a collapsing rock emanated from its body.
The Poisonous Enemy Great Sage's demon soul was the most vicious. It tried to release a deadly poison to corrode the Soul Banner, but was blocked by the formation set up by the old ghost Lingxu.
The black air surged like a tide, wrapping the poisonous fog layer by layer.
The demon soul twisted into the shape of a snake or scorpion in pain, and finally turned into a dark green diamond wood carving.
The demon soul of the Black Wind Great Sage turned into a strong wind, wreaking havoc in the formation, but was forcibly compressed by the power of the soul flag of the old ghost Lingxu.
"The wind has no fixed shape, but it can be tamed." He laughed sinisterly and carved fine wind patterns on the mahogany wood with the carving knife. As the demon soul transformed into a black cyclone, it melted into the wood carving.
The wooden sculpture was placed on the ground, and a strong wind swept up, and the surrounding grass and trees rustled in the black wind.
The last one is the Demonic Soul of the Great Sage.
This rhinoceros-shaped demon soul is the most powerful. Even though it is wrapped in black air, it still exudes tremendous ferocity.
A trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the old ghost Lingxu. He formed seals with his hands, and the black energy of the soul flag surged, wrapping around the demon soul layer by layer.
As the carving knife rises and falls, the wooden sculpture of a rhinoceros wearing armor gradually takes shape.
When the demon soul turned into red light and melted into the wood carving, the rhinoceros wood carving suddenly let out a low roar, shaking the ground slightly, but quickly restrained its breath under the suppression of the black air.
After the five demon saints were sealed, the old ghost Lingxu turned around and looked at the flesh and blood and demon souls of more than ten demon emperors in the formation.
“Concentrate——!” He raised his hand and formed a seal. The black energy of the soul flag gathered the flesh and blood into a rolling blood mist, muttering to himself.
The blood mist gradually shrank under the spell, and the light became brighter and brighter, eventually condensing into a pill the size of a baby's fist. It was completely red, with fine lines flowing on the surface. The rich smell of blood was intertwined with spiritual energy, and even the air became sticky.
As for the demon emperors and their spirits, he absorbed them all into the soul banner. The black energy on the banner became thicker, and the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling became more shrill.
Old Ghost Lingxu put away the carving knife, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at the five wooden sculptures and the pill in front of him, a sinister smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"Chen Jianzun... I spent half a month refining the five great demon saints and seventeen demon emperors. This gift... should satisfy you, right?"
"My request to borrow Yueying Sect's luck and mountain gate is the cause, and to solve the future troubles for Yueying Sect and refine the five great demon saints as gifts is the result. Cause and effect are in order. Even if the way of heaven is impermanent, you should not blame me too much..." He muttered to himself, with a worry in his eyes that was difficult to dispel.
But in the end, he raised his hand to collect the elixir and the wooden sculpture into his storage ring, and soared into the sky while riding the soul-summoning banner.
As the soul flag moved, a black wind suddenly blew up, covering the sky and the sun. The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling resounded through the sky, and it rushed all the way towards the Yueying Sect.
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At this time, outside the Yueying Sect's mountain gate, Chen Huaian was about to fly to the Shiwan Mountains on his sword. As soon as the green light appeared on his fingertips, he sensed a terrifying aura coming from the sky.
He looked up.
I saw a black wind rolling in the sky, like a wild beast crushing down.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss—!”
The wind was filled with the wails of countless wronged souls, and the pressure was so strong that the air around them seemed to solidify.
The Moon Shadow Sect disciples were already panicking. They drew their weapons one after another and stared at the black wind with pale faces.
"It's an enemy attack! Quickly report to the elders!" Someone screamed, his voice full of fear. The oppressive feeling that came from the soul made it difficult for them to even move.
The black wind was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped outside the Moon Shadow Sect's mountain gate. When it landed with a loud bang, the air waves it rolled up up the surrounding trees.
The smoke and dust dissipated, and the figure of the old ghost Lingxu walked out of the black air, with the soul-calling flag floating behind him. The black air swirled around him, and the sound of ghost crying gradually subsided.
His gaze swept over the panicked Moon Shadow Sect disciples and finally landed on Chen Huaian.
The arrogance in his eyes instantly subsided, replaced by a hint of implicit respect.
Lingxu Old Ghost stepped forward quickly, bowed to Chen Huaian, and said politely: "Chen Jianzun, do you still remember that I said I would prepare a gift half a month ago?
Now that the gift has been prepared, I have come to offer it as a token of my gratitude."
Chen Huaian raised his eyebrows and looked at the old ghost Lingxu, and the sword light at his fingertips slowly dissipated.
There were five wooden carvings in the palm of Lingxu Old Ghost's hand, and a blood pill the size of a baby's fist was pinched in his right hand.
The moment the six items were exposed to the air, a strong demonic aura rose into the sky, covering the sky above the Moon Shadow Sect.
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