The three large characters "Ghost King Sect" came into view.
Looking at the plaque of the Ghost King Sect, Wei Qinghe thought to himself, "The Ghost King Sect really knows how to hide better than the Demon Sect. They actually hide in the swamp not far from the Pill Guild."
Although we haven't gone inside yet, just looking at the outside, we know that the construction of this underground palace is no simple matter.
On the surface, it doesn't seem to be the work of cultivators from other continents, but it's not certain that the Ghost King Sect has no connection with cultivators from other continents.
"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into our Ghost King Sect!"
A faint light dissipated, and the gate of the Ghost King Sect was opened from the inside. Several Ghost King Sect disciples immediately surrounded Wei Qinghe.
Upon seeing Wei Qinghe's unparalleled beauty, the group immediately revealed lewd smiles.
"He's actually a cultivator from a celestial sect."
"So beautiful, is she from the 'Princess's Bedchamber'?"
"Could it be that they knew our young sect leader had taken a liking to a sword cultivator from a celestial sect, so they couldn't wait to come looking for him?"
Wei Qinghe originally wanted to make a move, but upon hearing about the young sect leader and the immortal sword cultivator, she immediately thought of Qiao Luoning.
"Is your young sect leader interested in that swordsman we met outside the Pill Guild City today?"
Upon hearing this, the ghost cultivators smiled knowingly, their expressions conveying an understanding that they knew the young sect leader was the reason for their visit.
"So what if it is? Since our young sect leader doesn't think much of you, why don't you just come with us brothers..."
As the ghost cultivator spoke, he actually reached out his wicked, groping hand to Wei Qinghe.
But before his hand could even touch Wei Qinghe's face, a flash of silver light appeared, followed by a miserable scream.
A severed hand was seen twitching strangely on the ground, spurting blood in a gruesome manner.
Of course, as ghost cultivators, they were used to seeing bloodshed and carnage.
"You, you, you bitch, how dare you lay a hand on me here? I'll kill you right now."
Enraged, the ghost cultivator finished speaking and then made a hand seal. Suddenly, a figure appeared beside him.
It was a lifeless corpse puppet, which was actually a beautiful woman whose private parts were covered only. There were even ambiguous red marks on the woman's pale skin.
This ghost cultivator really doesn't even spare the dead.
The female corpse puppet held a strangely shaped flute as its weapon, and Wei Qinghe immediately drew a rune with his Purple Flowing Cloud Brush.
"You're still just a talisman master. Even if talisman masters are the nemesis of us ghost cultivators, now that you've come to the Ghost King Sect, don't even think about changing anything with a few broken talisman papers and a few twisted runes."
Seeing this, the other cultivator not only did not sense the impending danger, but instead began to threaten Wei Qinghe.
"You only have two choices: kneel down and apologize, or become our woman, and we'll consider sparing your life for a few more days."
The ghost cultivator whose hand had been chopped off immediately objected, "Fan Ming, my hand has already been chopped off, how can you spare this little bitch's life?"
The flute in the female corpse puppet's hand landed on Wei Qinghe's protective shield, but it not only failed to budge the shield in the slightest, but also broke into several pieces.
The female corpse puppet had no independent thought; its sharp nails clawed wildly at the protective shield.
The protective shield remained sturdy, without a single scratch.
Wei Qinghe's runes landed on the female corpse puppet at the closest possible distance.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the ten nearby blocks were all loosened, and the female corpse puppet's body was blasted into dust.
The one-handed ghost cultivator immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted.
When a corpse puppet is of one mind with its master, the master will suffer severe damage if the corpse puppet dies.
Moreover, the female corpse puppet still died under Wei Qinghe's runes.
"Feng Dehai?" The ghost cultivators began to panic.
Seeing that Feng Dehai had fainted, the group summoned their own corpse puppets.
The corpse puppets included both men and women, but all the women were dressed in very small pieces of clothing, barely covering their vital parts with the scarce and transparent fabric.
Furthermore, the female corpse puppet was covered with those red marks, which shows just how inhuman these ghost cultivators were.
"It would be best to leave her alive. I think she has a nice appearance; wouldn't it be better to make her a beautiful corpse puppet?"
Although Fan Ming also began to fear Wei Qinghe's rune power, his lewd nature drove him into madness again.
Besides, it wasn't him who had his hand severed and his corpse puppet destroyed.
"Attack together!"
Several corpse puppets launched an attack on Wei Qinghe together, but just like the female corpse puppet before, they were unable to shake the protective shield, let alone seriously injure Wei Qinghe.
Looking at Wei Qinghe again, she calmly drew runes. The runes took shape skillfully under her hands, full of spiritual power and shimmering with light. It was clear at a glance that the power contained in the runes was very strong.
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