Li Qingqiu opened his eyes, and his brows furrowed with them.
Da Moluo and his grand plan to establish a ghost dynasty had become a thorn in his heart.
However, the most urgent matter was to deal with the Soul Stealing Black Demon first, lest the fiend rise again from the ashes.
Li Qingqiu rose to his feet and turned to Huang Shan. "Keep guarding this place. I'll go destroy that fellow first."
Through the memories of the split soul, Li Qingqiu had learned some clues that made him feel he had a chance of finding the Soul Stealing Black Demon.
Although these evil ghosts were powerful and their ghost arts strange and uncanny, they had no experience wandering the cultivation world. At least, that was true of the Silent Nether Ghost King and the Soul Stealing Black Demon.
Perhaps the Soul Stealing Black Demon had never imagined that Li Qingqiu would seize his memories.
After giving his instructions, Li Qingqiu took the Soul Refining Banner, leaped into the air, transformed into a streak of sword light, and vanished into the horizon.
Several hundred disciples looked at one another, never expecting things to go so smoothly.
"Did you see clearly what happened just now?"
"No. I only saw the sect master wave the banner. What kind of magic artifact is it?"
"It really is the sect master. He's truly formidable. What do you think he was doing when he sat meditating there just now?"
"The sect master is well versed in ghost-path spells. How could we possibly speculate about him?"
The disciples discussed among themselves. Many of them made up their minds that they would cultivate ghost-path spells in the future. They might not become ghost cultivators, but they had to at least master spells targeting ghosts.
Gu Changping gazed