Ten Ghost Spirits Blocked the Way
Thick, bubbly blood churned and bubbled in the underground Blood Pool, which was thousands of feet deep.
At the top of the thousand-foot-tall altar of white bones, Xiaoqian's limbs and collarbone were pierced by nine barbed chains, and her originally gray hair moved without wind.
Taking advantage of the moment the sound waves dissipated, the swirling, basin-sized soul of the Demon Lord from the Upper Realm squeezed an inch into Xiaoqian's Sea of Consciousness between her eyebrows once more.
Xiaoqian convulsed violently in pain, broken sobs escaping her throat, her ten fingers digging tightly into the magic chain on her collarbone, her nails all cracking and flying off.
Chen Changqing's chest heaved violently, his Pure Yang Qi and Blood roaring and surging within his meridians, causing the black iron stone slab beneath his feet to crumble into powder inch by inch.
He took a step forward, his entire body soaring into the air, heading straight for the white bone altar in the center of the Blood Pool!
"Stop him! Whoever lets this little beast pass today, I will exterminate their entire family!"
At the Dao Sect, the Five-Tribulation Ghost Immortal Nangong Wudi roared and led the fourteen Tribulation Immortal elders of the Nangong Aristocratic Clan behind him to rush out at full speed.
Fourteen elders at the Three Tribulations and fourth tribulations simultaneously unleashed their natal Ghost Artifacts, weaving together in mid-air into a massive purple-black Principle net covering thousands of feet, sealing off all escape routes and forming an encirclement with Ming Jiutian atop the altar!
At the top of the altar, Ming Jiutian, the Netherworld Palace, wearing a twelve-tasseled crown, looked down at Chen Changqing who was charging towards him.
Because he had to focus on presiding over the Ten Thousand Ghosts Pay Homage to Heaven beneath his feet, Ming Jiutian did not leave the formation's core. He maintained a complex Soul Mark with both hands in front of his chest, the trajectory of his thumb and forefinger pointing faintly towards the center of his brow.
"Chen Changqing, this Palace Master admits I underestimated you. You actually managed to fight your way through the Yellow Springs Sacrificial Path with your Heavenly Monarch physique."
Ming Jiutian let out a hoarse, maniacal laugh. Six tangible halos of life- Heavenly Tribulations slowly rotated behind his head, causing the water level in the Blood Pool to drop three feet.
"Unfortunately, you're too late! This Palace Master has already prepared a deadly gift, a gift to be used for ten thousand years, at the bottom of the Blood Pool for today's grand ceremony!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ming Jiutian raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the white bone altar beneath his feet!
Rumble--!
Ten extremely deep and loud thuds suddenly came from the bottom of the bottomless Blood Pool!
The bubbling, viscous Blood Sea violently spread out to both sides, and ten ancient blood coffins, each ten feet long and made entirely of ten-thousand-year-old dark bloodwood, rose into the sky along with the blood waves, floating in a fan shape in front of the white bone altar!
Snap! Snap! Bang--!
The lids of the ten ancient blood coffins shattered at the same moment, spewing out a thick, pungent, and foul stench of corpses that corroded ten large holes in the rock strata at the top of the cave!
Ten gaunt, eerie figures, their bodies wrapped in dark red shrouds, stepped out of the coffins in unison.
The ten corpses were burning with eerie green and pale ghost flames, and behind each of them floated two extremely refined halos of life and death Heavenly Tribulations, emanating a fierce aura that had all reached the Peak Two-Tribulation Ghost Immortal!
Even more bizarrely, in the very center of their chests, each had a pulsating mass of purplish-black, viscous blood, emanating a rich, ancient, and ancient aura.
Zhong Cheng, who was standing at the back of the sacrificial path, saw the appearance of the ten corpses and his expression changed drastically. He cried out in shock.
"Bloodline Ghost Spirit?! Ming Jiutian, you actually dug up the corpses of the Imperial Family the Yinyue Holy Dynasty and forcibly grafted the bloodline essence of the Primordial Nether Clan and the Ten High Antiquity Greater Ghost Generals!"
Zhong Cheng hurriedly shouted at Chen Changqing's retreating figure.
"Brother Chen, be careful! These ten ghost spirits possess three ancient bloodlines, making them not only invulnerable to weapons but also able to communicate with the Nine Nether Earth Veins, summoning Underworld Yin Soldiers to possess them and fight at any time!"
"The younger generation of the Zhong Family does have some knowledge."
Ming Jiutian stood atop the altar, his face full of arrogance.
"These ten Bloodline Ghost Spirits took me, the Palace Master, ten thousand years of painstaking effort and countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures to nurture them into their current form! With them forming an array to block the way, and with Fellow Daoist Nangong providing support from behind, Chen Changqing, even if you had Three-Headed Six-Armed, you wouldn't be able to set foot on this altar. Just stay below and watch your little girl be devoured by the Demon Lord!"
Faced with the pincer attack from the Six-Tribulation Ghost Immortal and the Five-Tribulation Ghost Immortal, as well as the ten Second Tribulation Peak Bloodline Ghost Spirits blocking his way, Chen Changqing stopped in mid-air.
"You think you can stop me with ten cobbled-together rotten corpses?"
Chen Changqing gripped the Immortal Execution Sword at his waist with his right hand, and a thought crossed his mind.
Invincible Avatar Technique!
Whoosh--!
Five large cracks appeared in the void beside Chen Changqing!
Five white-robed Avatars, all at the Late Heavenly Monarch Stage and exuding terrifying immortal pressure amplified by the "Violence Formula," stepped forward in unison!
As soon as the five Avatars appeared, two of Avatar tore open the repaired and upgraded top-grade Top-grade Immortal Artifact, the Nine Netherworlds Yellow Springs Diagram, with their bare hands, while the other three Avatars picked up the top- Top-grade Immortal Artifacts, the Haotian Hammer and the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear, respectively!
"Leave Nangong the old dog to me. You fourteen bastards, Zhong Cheng, use your Avatar to hold them off!"
Chen Changqing issued the order directly.
Without uttering a single word, the two Avatars on the left unfurled a thousand-foot-long Nine Netherworlds Yellow Springs Diagram, while the other wielded the Top-grade Immortal Artifact Haotian Hammer with both hands. They turned into two Dao Gold streaks of light and took the initiative to meet the Five-Tribulation Ghost Immortal Nangong Wudi, who was rushing in from the side door!
Splash!
The turbid, roaring Yellow Springs Nether River descended from the sky, and together with the violent blow of the Haotian Hammer that shattered the void, it Nangong Wudi and the fourteen Nangong Family behind him to the edge of the Blood Pool!
"Damn it! It's those same tortoise shell Avatar again!"
Nangong Wudi was entangled in his own family's Spirit Treasure, the Nine Netherworlds Yellow Springs Diagram, and roared in anger, but he couldn't break free from the entanglement of the two Immortal Artifacts' physical Avatar for the time being.
Zhong Cheng, behind them, drew his nicked Heavy Sword and unleashed the Pure Yang Punishment Thunder of One-Tribulation Ghost Immortal Divine Lightning of Punishing Evil. Together with his third spear-wielding Avatar, they intercepted several Three Tribulations Elders of the Nangong Family who were trying to take a detour.
And above the Blood Pool in the very center.
Chen Changqing, along with his last two avatars wielding the Haotian Hammer and the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear Avatar, lined up and charged head-on into the encirclement of the ten Bloodline Ghost Spirits!
"Invincible Sword World, open!"
Clang!
The Quasi-Houtian Spirit Treasure, the Immortal Execution Sword, was unsheathed with overwhelming force!
Centered on Chen Changqing, the Pure Yang Sword Qi exploded out, creating a blindingly bright red-gold sun in the dark and foul-smelling underground cave!
The eerie green and pale ghost flames that originally filled the sky above the Blood Pool were extinguished and scattered in large swathes under the impact of this extremely powerful and yang Sword World rule, emitting a hissing sound!
"Roar--!"
Threatened by the Pure Yang Sword Qi Bloodline Ghost Spirit simultaneously let out inhuman growls. They stepped on the ancient ghost general's footwork, their hands transforming into pitch-black claws of the Nether Clan, tearing through space with sharp shrieks, grabbing at Chen Changqing's vital points from ten bizarre angles!
"Get out of here!"
Chen Changqing didn't even glance at the Ghost Claws reaching out from both sides. He let his two Avatars beside him swing the Haotian Hammer and the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear to block the six ghostly spirits. His main body gripped the Immortal Execution Sword tightly with both hands, and activated the nine Purple Mansion Worlds of the Late Heavenly Monarch Stage at full power. He then swept the sword out horizontally towards the four ghostly spirits directly in front of him!
The Immortal Execution Sword Technique, Third Form: God Burial!
Boom--!
A chaotic, grayish-white Chaos Sword Qi, hundreds of feet long, swept across the army, striking the eight Nether Clan Ghost Claws of the Netherworld race that were being parried by four ghostly spirits!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and the clang of metal shattered eardrums!
The four Bloodline Ghost Spirits, whose physical bodies were comparable to Low-grade Immortal Artifacts, had their dark red shrouds on their arms shatter inch by inch under the terrifying force of this sword strike. The bones of all eight arms cracked simultaneously, and the four ghost bodies were shaken and sent flying backward for dozens of feet, crashing heavily into the white bone altar stone pillar behind them!
At the same time, at the very bottom of the Blood Pool, deep in the silt covered by the Ten Thousand Ghost Array Formation, two ancient Tokens stained with black blood were stimulated by the aftershocks of the fierce battle above and suddenly began to vibrate violently. They resonated strongly with the seven Tokens in Chen Changqing's Heaven-Stepping Ring, causing the nine barbed demon chains connecting Xiaoqian to shake as well!
With a single sword strike, Chen Changqing forced back four ghostly spirits and was about to seize the opportunity to step onto the altar.
The ten Bloodline Ghost Spirits that had been forced back by the Sword Qi and the Avatars suddenly stopped at the same time. They raised their right claws in unison and slashed their left wrists!
Whoosh!
Ten streams of thick, foul-smelling, purplish-black ancient blood spilled into the bottomless Blood Pool below. Ten ghostly spirits looked up and opened their mouths, letting out a unified, hoarse roar:
"My bloodline is connected to the netherworld; I beseech ten thousand Yin Soldiers from the Underworld to possess me!"