C45 (1/2)
At the same time, at the entrance of the Ghost Hole.
As the symbols rotated, ten figures flashed and appeared.
The ten of them had black robes covering their faces as spirit energy circulated around their bodies. Their auras were extremely powerful and were all at the peak of the Soul Condensation Realm.
”This is the Thousand Devil Cave?”
Staring at the endless bloody sea of sand, the ten of them were shocked.
”The most important task of this mission, is to capture an early stage Spirit Condensation cultivator.”
”Secondly, kill the leader of the Misty Wind Sect, Feng Ansheng.”
A burly man in black spoke with a deep voice. Just as he finished speaking, one of them turned around and flew out.
”Stop!” The Sect Leader has ordered us to move out together! ”
The muscular man in black shouted in anger.
”Zhang Yong, Sun Tian is your Sect Leader, he can't be bothered with me!”
The person stopped and sneered, ”Also, this area is under pressure and Feng Duo Sheng is heavily injured. I can kill him myself, and then capture the early stage Soul Formation cultivator. Why waste my time?”
As soon as he finished speaking, before Zhang Yong could reply, his spiritual power surged, and in an instant, he was already far away.
”Indeed, if we search separately, the efficiency will be higher.”
After the two exchanged glances, they turned around and left.
No one was stupid. Whoever found it first would be the one to obtain the greatest benefits. Naturally, they did not want to share it with others.
Zhang Yong was silent for a moment, then waved his hand: ”Fine, let's split up and use the transmission talisman to communicate.”
With that, he didn't stay any longer and quickly left. In the blink of an eye, the ten of them disappeared from the entrance of the Ghost Cave like ghosts.
Within the ghost fog.
”Old thief, you want to catch up to me? Dream on!”
Zhou Qing waved his sword and cut a Spirit Severing corpse ghost in half. His expression did not change, but his tone was extremely mocking.
When he heard the extremely angry roar of Old Ghost Feng from behind him, his lips curled up and his footsteps didn't stop. He continued to walk deeper into the ghost fog.
Old Feng's entire body was trembling in anger. His mana surged as he hacked out with his blade, killing several corpse ghosts that were rushing towards him. He chased after Zhou Qing at a crazed pace.
Pfft.
With one palm shattering a corpse ghost, old man Feng wanted to advance, but a sharp sword qi tore apart the ghost fog and approached him in the blink of an eye.
He couldn't use his spiritual consciousness in the ghost fog, and his field of vision was very limited. Old man Feng didn't dodge in time as the sword qi sliced through his arm and cut off a large chunk of his flesh.
That little thief in front of him actually dared to sneak an attack!
Old man Feng felt so stifled that he was about to explode. As a peak mage, being forced into such a sorry state by a Soul Condensation cultivator was the ultimate humiliation!
”Roar!”
On the ground, a ghost head that had been chopped off suddenly opened its tightly shut eyes. It emitted a strange bloody light as it roared and bit at Old Devil Feng.
Old man Feng's reaction was extremely fast. With a single step, he crushed the ghost's head. However, his heart was incomparably shocked.
The Corpse Ghost's greatest weakness was its head. As long as it was cut off, it would die. This was something that everyone knew.
But why was the corpse ghost in the ghost fog so strange that only its head could attack?
It completely overturned everything he knew!
”No, that's not right …”
Old man Feng quickly realized that something was wrong. He raised his head and looked ahead. He could vaguely see Zhou Qing shoot out a blood-red rune that entered the body of a corpse ghost.
The ghost corpse's head had already been chopped off, leaving only its headless body. After the blood-red incantation entered its body, it unexpectedly stood up and roared as it rushed forward!
”It's that brat's doing!” ”He's actually a Demonic Cultivator!”
Old man Feng beheaded the headless zombie with his saber, his face filled with horror.
The kid must be a demonic cultivator to be able to control Corpse Spirits. No wonder he dared to enter the Ten Thousand Devil Grottoes and snatch Xue Subhuti in front of all the hundred immortal disciples. He even carried away the ancient Bodhi tree!
Not only that, he even dared to go to White Ridge City and participate in the auction … How did a Soul Condensation cultivator manage to stay hidden from the eyes of countless experts?
Old Demon Feng originally thought that he had already seen through Zhou Qing. Only now did he realize how laughable his idea was. However, his desire to kill Zhou Qing became increasingly resolute.
That kid must have some shocking secret on him.
However, no matter how strange he was, he was nothing more than a Soul Condensation cultivator. As long as he could kill the general, all the secrets would belong to him!
At that time, he might even be able to avenge the annihilation of his clan.
With this thought, the killing intent in Old Devil Feng's heart surged again as he quickly chased after her.
”Old thief, your speed is too slow. You can only follow me and eat my farts!”
Zhou Qing kept on provoking Old Devil Feng with his voice, and at the same time, he controlled the Corpse Spirit to interfere. After ten breaths of time, the two of them had already entered deep into the ghost fog, and were getting closer and closer to the Corpse King's core zone.
Deep within the ghost fog.
The Corpse King was sitting cross-legged in front of the Divine Awakening Flower, in the surrounding ghost fog, the thick death aura was almost materialized and was being absorbed by him.
At some point, his tightly shut eyes suddenly opened wide, and a hint of extreme anger flashed through his cloudy eyes.
It was that damn human cultivator again … No, two this time!
That human cultivator was too audacious. It was one thing for him to harass him a few times, but this time he even brought helpers!
”Roar!”
The Corpse King suddenly stood up, it roared towards the sky, the black qi filled the air, a tyrannical aura suddenly burst out from its shriveled body.
These two human cultivators deserve to die!
The King Corpse's angry roar sounded in his ears, and the thick ghost fog in front of him was gradually dissipating. Zhou Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he activated the Ten Thousand Spirit Curse. The death aura instantly covered his entire body.
”Chi!”
The sound of wind breaking came from the front. Zhou Qing's feet moved, and he instantly moved thirty feet away, disappearing into the ghost fog like a ghost.
”You still dare to attack me?”
At the same time, Old Demon Feng also heard the sound of wind breaking and subconsciously thought it was Zhou Qing. He sneered and extended his hand.
Bang!
A dull sound rang out as the force burst out. Old man Feng only felt a tremendous force that was accompanied by a sharp pain coming from his palm. With a muffled groan, he took three steps back at the same time.
In front of him, ”Zhou Qing” was also sent flying by Old Devil Feng's palm.