The phantom image of a spirit herb exploded above the Spring Night Ghost Grave, making the earth veins within ten li tremble violently.
Spiritual energy spilling from the Four Symbols Corpse Refining Formation shot into the clouds, startling cultivators within a hundred li into bringing out their spirit artifacts and magic treasures and swarming toward it like locusts.
"Get out of my way, all of you!"
The Three Corpse Demon Sect's Bronze Bone Boat crushed three drifting clouds. Grand Elder Ghost Corpse True Person stood at its bow, tall and gaunt-faced.
He jabbed the Three Corpses Mourning Staff in his hand-a mid-grade magic treasure wrapped in the skin of a Golden Core cultivator-into the air, instantly shattering a Foundation Establishment cultivator who failed to dodge.
Behind him, four Core Formation Stage corpse cultivators let out eerie, owl-like laughter. Their putrid corpse qi condensed into eight or nine gold-armored corpses to clear the way.
Crimson fire suddenly lit the western horizon as the Condensed Jade Sect's Heavenfire True Person tore through the sky astride a fire dragon.
The purple flames coiling around him warped the air, and leaves drifting along his path turned to ash before they could draw near.
On a three-colored auspicious cloud behind him, twelve Black Jade Soul Tablets flew from First Grand Supreme Ten Thousand Souls True Person's sleeve, forming a screen of light that forcibly pushed aside the Three Corpse Demon Sect's corpse qi.
"That bald donkey got here fast!"
Ghost Corpse True Person suddenly spat a mouthful of black blood toward the ground.
The Cold Mountain Temple's golden lotus platform smashed through a cliff. With every bead Dharma Master Jingxin turned in his hand, a swastika rune pressed the ground three feet lower.
Dragon-Seal Vajra swung his Demon-Subduing Pestle at a flying yaksha in the