Ghost King Breaks the Seal
Looking at the group of Rogue Cultivators who had returned, Jing Lu's eyes were filled with anger at their lack of ambition.
A group of foolish and greedy ignorant people were completely fooled by Su Jingtong's little trick.
This caused his plans to fail, allowing Su Jingtong and his group to escape. Originally, he planned to wipe out all the Su Clan members in the mines to avenge the destruction of his sect.
Although I dislike these Rogue Cultivators, I can't afford to fall out with them right now, as I still need their help.
Jing Lu accepted the storage ring handed to her by the scholar and distributed the ten thousand Crimson Blood Spirit Crystals inside equally among all the Bandit Cultivators present.
"The benefits I promised you have already been paid. There may still be many good things in the mine courtyard and tunnels; it's up to you to find them yourselves. Whoever gets them first keeps them."
"Remember, when searching for things, destroy anything you can't take with you; it's best to blow up the mine as well."
Upon hearing this, the Rogue Cultivators ' eyes lit up, and they all flew down to the courtyard on their swords.
Jing Lu stood in mid-air, quietly watching the Bandit Cultivators rush into the courtyard.
Just now, the inexplicable disappearance of the souls of many mine slaves made him uneasy. Instead of rushing into the courtyard with the Rogue Cultivators, he retreated a mile or so.
As the Bandit Cultivators entered the courtyard, a sudden change occurred.
The open space in the center of the courtyard suddenly collapsed.
A huge circular pit, over three zhang in diameter and bottomless, suddenly appeared.
A powerful surge of resentment, mixed with a chilling ghostly aura, rose rapidly from the deep pit like a black vortex, soaring straight into the sky.
Suddenly, the wind howled and the clouds surged, and a sharp, piercing ghostly howl rang out.
A gigantic ghost, over ten feet tall, burst forth from the deep pit.
He was completely encased in black armor, and an eerie red light emanated from the gaps in his helmet's eye area.
He held a giant sword nearly two meters long in his hand; the sword was dark and exuded a ghostly aura.
Like a vengeful ghost general emerging from a battlefield of hell, after endless slaughter.
As soon as the black-armored ghost appeared, the entire courtyard was filled with howling winds and soaring resentment.
Upon seeing this, the group of Bandit Cultivators were all terrified. The powerful pressure emanating from the Ghost King, which was comparable to that of Golden Core cultivator, made them unable to muster any will to resist. They all fled in all directions on their swords.
The Black-Armored Ghost King was like a ferocious beast unleashed, its eyes bloodshot and filled with endless murderous intent.
It needs to kill, to vent the endless resentment that has accumulated over the past thirty years of being sealed away.
The Black-Armored Ghost King grabbed at the nearest Bandit Cultivator with a palm strike. Before the Foundation Establishment Early Stage Bandit Cultivator could react, the Black-Armored Ghost King tore him in two with a single claw strike.
The black-armored demon casually reached out and pulled out all of its internal organs, then tilted its head back and threw them into its mouth.
Its soul, almost like a physical entity, chewed a few times before swallowing its internal organs.
As if he had tasted some kind of rare delicacy, his eyes gleamed with a dazzling red light.
With a swift movement, he became a blur, accompanied by a chilling wind. His speed was extreme, as if he were teleporting, and he arrived beside another Bandit Cultivator in the blink of an eye.
Before the terrified Bandit Cultivator's eyes, the ten-foot-tall ghost opened its blood-red maw and bit into his upper body.
Boundless ghostly energy and resentment poured into the Bandit Cultivator's body, instantly Bandit Cultivator his entire body ice-cold and stiffening his limbs. He couldn't even circulate his spiritual power to resist.
The Black-Armored Ghost King Ghost King it in half at the waist, swallowing its upper body and soul whole.
Looking at the carnage below, Jing Lu felt a chill run down her spine and turned to flee into the distance.
He couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate that he had noticed the anomaly beforehand and hadn't rashly entered the courtyard; otherwise, his fate wouldn't have been much better than that of the other Rogue Cultivators.
"Could this be the Ghost King that was rumored to have been sealed away by the Su Clan patriarch? Why does it only have the strength of a pseudo-third rank, as if there is no power at all in its soul core?"
"Could it be that this Ghost King's power hasn't fully recovered, possessing only a third-tier soul body but no soul core?"
Thinking of this, Jing Lu, who had already fled several miles away, slowed down his sword speed and turned to look at the black-armored ghost who was still chasing the Bandit Cultivator.
As soon as the Su Clan left, the Ghost King, which had been sealed for many years, broke free.
This was clearly done intentionally by the Su Clan.
Jing Lu's eyes darted around, and he sensed an incredible fortuitous opportunity.
If he could obtain this Ghost King, his strength would be greatly enhanced, and it could even be said that he would be invincible among Foundation Establishment cultivators.
He lowered his flying sword and flew down into the dense forest.
After entering the dense forest, Jing Lu concealed its presence and found a place to hide.
The Su Clan cannot let the Black-Armored Ghost King go unpunished; they will definitely come to clean up the mess, either subduing him, killing him, or resealing him.
Jing Lu decided to take the risk and see if she could have a chance to seize the ghost.
He was quite confident in his ability to conceal his presence; unless the Golden Core Ancestor of the Su Clan personally arrived, it would be difficult for other members of the Su Clan to detect his existence.
If he can't find a suitable opportunity to seize the ghost, he won't show himself; it's just a waste of time.
Just as Jing Lu had predicted, when the Black-Armored Ghost King had slaughtered all the Bandit Cultivators, the five members of the Su Clan arrived on their swords.
Since the Ghost King had already left the formation's range while chasing the Bandit Cultivator, they needed to find a way to lure the Ghost King back into the formation.
He spoke to the four tribesmen behind him.
"Come with me."
Before he finished speaking, he flew towards the courtyard first.
The appearance of the five members of the Su Clan naturally attracted the attention of the Black-Armored Ghost King.
The Black-Armored Ghost King stirred up a gust of yin wind and pounced towards the five people.
Even when the two sides were still quite far apart, Su Jingtong tossed the small black Squad Commander into the air.
In an instant, the Squad Commander transformed into a ten-foot-tall Ghost Banner, its banner suddenly extending and lengthening like a retractable ribbon, wrapping around the Black-Armored Ghost King.
The once arrogant Black-Armored Ghost King was now surrounded by banners and found it difficult to break through.
"Quickly, the four of you enter the formation and form a circle around its base to cooperate with me in activating it. My cultivation level is insufficient to activate this Ghost Banner for an extended period," Su Jingtong shouted.
The four Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Su Clan followed instructions and flew to the four corners of the courtyard on their swords.
Several miles away, Jing Lu gazed at this scene from afar, his face full of surprise, and his eyes also held a hint of eagerness.
"A top-grade Ghost Dao Spirit Artifact!"
The Black-Armored Ghost King had been sealed in the underground formation for over thirty years. Having just broken free, he was now trapped by the Ghost Banner, naturally enraged, his bloodshot eyes radiating murderous intent.
Its entire body exuded a terrifying ghostly aura, like a raging storm in the deep sea, constantly washing over the banners surrounding it.
The banners, like small boats on a vast ocean, were swept away by the raging winds and waves, and within a few breaths, they were swallowed up by the ghostly aura.
However, this bought the Su Clan members valuable time, and they had already taken their positions.
Su Jingtong stood in mid-air directly above the center of the Small Courtyard, while the other four people had arrived at the four corners of the Small Courtyard.
The Ghost Banner transformed back into a Squad Commander black flag and landed beside Su Jingtong.