The army of skeletons was enormous, and eerie green light flickered in their empty eye sockets and chest cavities.
From their tattered clothes, one could barely discern that some of them were cultivators from the immortal sects, while others were human soldiers. They must have died during the war between the two countries and were somehow gathered up by the ghost cultivators.
The dense, lifeless forest was so dark that not even a sliver of moonlight could penetrate, and a ghostly aura emanated from directly in front of it.
Suddenly, the army of skeletons in front stopped and knelt down in unison towards a cave.
It emitted indistinct, ghostly cries that sent chills down one's spine.
Wei Qinghe concealed her aura, holding the talisman in one hand and the Azure Frost Sword in the other.
"roar……"
Sounds came from deep within the cave and echoed continuously within it.
The skeleton army before them seemed to have received a command, and their shrill screams grew even louder.
A middle-aged man dressed in a black Taoist robe walked out of the cave.
He was surrounded by ghostly energy; although he was a living person, the ghostly energy around him was even stronger than the ghosts Wei Qinghe had encountered before.
Looking at the massive army of skeletons before him, the man excitedly spread his arms and laughed.
"The Demon King's Seal commands all demons."
From afar, Wei Qinghe saw a square seal in his hand that exuded ghostly energy; it seemed that this thing controlled the army of skeletons.
The ghost cultivator actually possesses such a powerful magic weapon. If this person were to lead this army of skeletons or the previous ghosts to the Tianyuan Continent, it would likely bring another catastrophe.
The skeleton army seemed to grow increasingly excited, their ghostly howls becoming even more frantic.
The middle-aged man was even more satisfied. "I command you to attack the Immortal Sect and kill all the hypocrites there."
Wei Qinghe was still worried when the middle-aged man gave such an order to the skeleton army.
As soon as the Frost Sword was drawn, the man immediately sensed danger, and his sharp gaze turned toward Wei Qinghe's location.
"Who goes there!"
Wei Qinghe, wielding the Frost Sword, leaped out from the shadows, declaring, "The one who will take your head."
"A cultivator from the Tianyuan Continent?" Upon seeing that it was a cultivator from a celestial sect, the man's tense expression immediately relaxed.
She's just a little girl, she's only here to die.
Wei Qinghe's sword was anything but polite; she attacked while trying to seize the Ghost King Seal from her opponent.
Once you obtain the Ghost King's Seal, you can control this army of skeletons and put them back into slumber.
The ghost-headed broadsword slashed towards Wei Qinghe, but Wei Qinghe's Azure Frost Sword flew out with sword energy, deflecting the incoming broadsword.
The broadsword returned to the black-clad ghost cultivator's hand. In his anger, the black-clad ghost cultivator finally saw Wei Qinghe's face clearly, and lust appeared in his eyes.
...
Meanwhile, in the northern canyon of the Demon Abyss.
Amidst the eerie and unpredictable ghostly aura, cold light flickered, and a ball of ghost fire danced wildly in the hand of the Moon-Soothing Daoist.
Fuyue Daozun and Chu Ling'er are currently in this canyon, where rare medicinal herbs and spiritual plants can be seen everywhere.
The corpses, lying haphazardly, were extremely weathered; some would turn to dust at the slightest touch of the wind.
However, the crouching, red-eyed demons with hands like iron claws were impossible to kill completely.
Fuyue Daozun glanced at the leaping ghost fire in his hand, and immediately cast a Ten Thousand Mile Ice Seal, freezing everything in front of him.
A melodious flute tune suddenly rang out, and the two of them looked up at the canyon.
The lonely moon hangs in the sky, appearing dim and lackluster.
"Ghost cultivator! He's the one controlling these red-eyed evil spirits." Chu Ling'er was about to fly up and fight the ghost cultivator who was playing the flute, but fortunately, Daoist Fuyue stopped her in time.
The red-eyed demon that was originally frozen solid actually started to move with difficulty under the ice, which shows that the other party has some skill in controlling demons by playing the flute.
Although the movements are small, if this continues, there is a high possibility that the ice will break through.
Upon seeing this, Daoist Fuyue immediately condensed the power of ice element, used a talisman, and then plunged the sword into the ground.
The powerful ice elemental force spread rapidly, and the red-eyed demon no longer reacted.
"So you are Daoist Fuyue. It seems I underestimated you. You do have some skill, but you've chosen the path to hell over the path to heaven. Now that you're here, don't leave. Be my puppet!"
The ghost cultivator playing the flute was dressed in flowing white robes; he looked like a ghost cultivator, and people would believe he was a scholar.
"It was you who colluded with Xinghui to harm the immortal sect!" Daoist Fuyue conjured a protective shield for Chu Ling'er.
"Starlight Old Dog is nothing but our lackey," the Flute-Playing Ghost Cultivator said disdainfully.
"It seems you discovered the will-o'-the-wisp and followed it here."
He then turned the flute in his hand, and a powerful ghostly aura descended from the sky like a giant axe.
Fuyue Daozun quickly made a hand seal, and the Frozen Sword Qi immediately rushed forward.
The two attacks collided powerfully, immediately drawing the attention of Wei Qinghe, who was engaged in battle with the black-clad ghost cultivator.
Such powerful ice elemental force could only come from Daoist Fuyue.
The Daoist Master Fuyue is over there.
"Little girl, I think you're quite pretty. Why don't you surrender obediently and I'll keep you by my side to serve me?" The black-clad ghost stared at Wei Qinghe with lustful eyes.
The Azure Frost Sword clashed with the Ghost Head Saber, sparks flying as they came together, each displaying its own strengths.
Wei Qinghe: "Why don't I kill you first and make you a lecherous ghost!"
The black-clad ghost cultivator had a lewd look on his face, saying, "To die under the peony is to be a romantic ghost."
Wei Qinghe was agile and wielded two swords with fierce swordsmanship.
Switching back and forth between two sword techniques, the power of multiple elements attacks from above and below.
Gradually, it gave people the impression that fighting Wei Qinghe was like dealing with several enemies at the same time.
The black-clad ghost cultivator, who had previously looked confident, now appeared increasingly pale and ugly.
"You, since you're using two swords at the same time, you're using different sword techniques!"
He was utterly shocked.
Everyone says you should focus on one thing at a time, but this person can use two swords while simultaneously controlling the power of multiple elements.
This is truly multitasking.
And it doesn't affect him at all; he performs each sword strike and each move exceptionally well.
"I'm a sword cultivator, what's wrong with using two swords!"
Wei Qinghe activated the sword formation with one hand and used a sword technique with the other, unleashing both swords simultaneously, forcing the black-clad ghost cultivator to retreat repeatedly.
The sword energy was powerful and fierce, and he had no way to avoid it. Multiple sword energies pierced through his body.
The wound was not bleeding, and there were even obvious signs of rigor mortis on the exposed skin.
It is clear that this ghost cultivator's physical body and soul are not those of a single person.
"I see!"
This spirit has lived for many years and often seeks a suitable body to possess, but because the spirit is too ghostly, it cannot stay in any body for long.
"Don't think you're so great just because you gave me a few minor injuries. I'll show you the power of a ghost cultivator."
After speaking, the black-clad ghost cultivator quickly retreated back to the front of the cave. Then, he manipulated the Ghost King Seal in his hand, and the skeleton army that had not attacked Wei Qinghe all turned to look at Wei Qinghe.
The green light in his eye sockets and chest cavity flashed faster, and with a ghostly scream, he swung his mottled and broken weapon at Wei Qinghe.
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