Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

Beneath those ghostly figures, it seemed as if pairs of eyes were staring intently at the assembled deities. However, due to the bright light of the campfire, they could only hide in the darkness, daring not to approach.

"So many?!" The Great Lord of Mighty Virtue couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Not only him, but all the other Venerables were also secretly shocked!
That's way too many!
The ghostly figures continuously emitted a chilling aura, which gradually seeped in and spread. Even from a distance, the assembled figures couldn't help but feel a chill.

Subconsciously, they moved closer to the campfire.

"Don't be afraid, they won't dare to come near," Ying Zheng reassured him.

"Mmm!" The Venerables nodded in response instinctively.

"So what should we do now?" the Great Vajra Saint asked Ying Zheng.

"Of course, we should take torches and go over there to destroy them," Ying Zheng said.

As he spoke, he tossed the torches on the ground to the assembled deities. He picked one up for himself, lit it beside the campfire, and then walked straight toward the ghosts, torch in hand.

"Watch closely, this is how it's done," Ying Zheng said as he walked toward the ghost.

As Ying Zheng approached the ghosts, the ghostly figures that had been surrounding the campfire began to stir.

They burst forth from the darkness and pounced on Ying Zheng.

However, when faced with the approaching ghostly figures, Ying Zheng forcefully waved the torch in his hand, and the torch burned the ghostly figures, causing them to let out a shrill scream!

Even so, they refused to retreat and continued to rush towards Ying Zheng with reckless abandon.

Ying Zheng retreated while continuously waving his torch, using the flames to both block the ghostly figures and burn them.

Soon, as Ying Zheng moved, when he retreated to within a ten-foot radius of the campfire, the ghostly figures struggled but dared not advance any further.

At this moment, Ying Zheng kept burning the ghostly figures with the torch in his hand.

The ghostly figures finally couldn't withstand the onslaught and retreated with screams. At this moment, Ying Zheng chased after them, repeatedly stabbing torches into the ghostly figures. The ghostly figures screamed incessantly, eventually being vaporized into white smoke and vanished without a trace.

"That's how it's done." After killing the ghostly figures, Ying Zheng turned to look at the assembled venerables.

All the venerable ones nodded thoughtfully.

But after nodding, Emperor Wuxuan gave a wry smile, "It's still quite difficult. One wrong move and these ghostly things could outmaneuver us. But it's worth a try!"

As he spoke, Emperor Wuxuan lit his torch first and, imitating Ying Zheng, walked toward the ghostly figures around the campfire.

The other supreme beings also picked up torches and followed cautiously.

Because of Ying Zheng's example, the various lords quickly grasped the knack.

These ghosts are drawn to their anger and relentlessly pursue them.

At this point, simply wave the torch and burn the ghostly figures to keep them at bay. Then, retreat while continuing to lure them away, burning them with the torch.

Being burned by the torches can quickly and severely injure these ghosts. A ghost can be killed in just a few hits.

"This power is astonishing!" After killing a ghost, Emperor Wuxuan couldn't help but exclaim.

Not only him, but all the other supreme beings also showed joy on their faces!
Originally, besides Emperor Wu Xuan and the other three, there were six others who hadn't reached the first level of the Universe level. But soon, after each killing a ghost, they all broke through!
After the Venerable Ones broke through, they became even more enthusiastic about killing the ghosts.

Soon, they wiped out the dozens of ghosts that had been attracted around the campfire!
Although their cultivation was suppressed after entering the Canglan Illusionary Realm, they were still supreme beings who ruled over an entire universe, possessing extremely rich combat experience. Once they mastered the knack of this simple operation, they could easily slaughter these ghosts.

"Haha, killing this thing is easier than killing those snakes and rabbits," Xuanjian God Venerable couldn't help but laugh.

Snakes are venomous and move with lightning speed; you can easily get bitten if you're not careful.

Rabbits are cunning, and even with smoke, they sometimes have difficulty being smoked out.

These ghosts are simple-minded; drawn by the intense energy, they desperately try to pounce, but are unable to cross the flames and are only blocked by the torches. With careful maneuvering, they can be easily slaughtered.

After killing all the surrounding ghosts, the strength of all the Venerables increased significantly.

Among all the Venerables, the strongest is Martial Profound Emperor Venerable, whose strength has soared to 182 points! This is a huge improvement compared to when he first entered the Azure Illusionary Realm!
"At this rate, won't we be able to break through to the second level of the universe level very soon?!" Emperor Wuxuan couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes!" The Holy Lord of Great Power and the others also smiled.

"It's not that simple," Ying Zheng said with a smile. "In the Canglan Illusionary Realm, those with lower cultivation levels break through quickly at the beginning, but the speed of breakthroughs slows down as they progress."

"However, as long as we're not too unlucky, I think breaking through to the second level of the universe shouldn't be too difficult."

"Yes, yes." All the venerable ones nodded in agreement.

Even the previously worried Ice Cold Venerable has slightly eased his concerns.

She looked at Ying Zheng, her beautiful eyes filled with surprise and admiration.

"Now that all the ghosts around us have been killed, what should we do? Should we continue to wait here?" Immortal Venerable Hongluo asked Ying Zheng.

"Well, we can only wait," Ying Zheng said.

"It's too dangerous to leave the campfire rashly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flames of the campfire suddenly flickered, and the flames seemed to go out for a moment, but then they reignited.

"This is...?!" The Ice Cold Supreme's eyes widened.

A chilling aura spread outwards, and a cold, sinister chill seeped in little by little.

In just a moment, the temperature in the air seemed to drop by at least ten degrees!
The once blazing campfire seemed to be suppressed by this invisible chill, and the fire suddenly became much smaller.

"Something's coming!!" Ying Zheng exclaimed.

He then clearly saw a hazy figure appear about ten feet away from the campfire.

Yes, it was a human figure, not just a blurry white mist like the ghosts from before.

Its appearance is hazy and indistinct, but it does have a human shape, and beneath its hazy exterior are a pair of cold and violent eyes.

It stood there, staring intently at the campfire and the people around it!
A chilling aura emanated from it, causing all the deities to shiver involuntarily.

"What...what is this thing?!"

All the venerable ones couldn't help but stare at that figure, a sense of dread rising in their hearts.

"Oh no, it's a high-level ghost!" Ice Cold Supreme exclaimed in surprise.

Upon hearing the words of the Ice Cold Venerable, all the Venerables felt a tightness in their hearts.

"What should we do now? Will this thing rush over and attack us?" Emperor Wuxuan couldn't help but ask. "Is there any way to deal with it?" Immortal Hongluo also turned her gaze to Ying Zheng.

"I don't know." Ying Zheng's voice was somewhat solemn.

As he spoke, Ying Zheng casually picked up a branch, lit it in the campfire, and threw it towards the ghostly figure.

The next moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The ghostly figure, facing the flying branch, shifted half a step to the left and easily dodged it.

"You have some skill." Ying Zheng frowned slightly.

However, Ying Zheng immediately snorted coldly, his temper flaring up.

"I refuse to believe I can't deal with a mere ghost like you."

As he spoke, Ying Zheng picked up a handful of tree roots and branches from the ground and threw them all into the campfire to light them.

Then, holding his breath and focusing intently, he threw out a stick!
Howling!
Unlike the previous probing attempts, this time Ying Zheng exerted all his strength.

With astonishing power, the branch tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and shot straight toward its target like an arrow.

The ghostly figure tried to dodge, but the branch was too fast and struck its body instantly.

Immediately afterwards, everyone clearly heard a soft "pop!" sound as a small hole was pierced through the ghost's shoulder, and white smoke immediately escaped.

Not only that, the ghostly figure also let out a shrill scream!

"It works!!" All the venerable ones were overjoyed.

Seeing that the burning branches could damage the target, Ying Zheng no longer held back, and he shot out one burning branch after another.

These branches, like whistling arrows, quickly pierced the ghostly figure, leaving it riddled with holes!
"At this rate, it won't be able to hold on much longer!" Emperor Wuxuan said excitedly.

However, at that moment, the ghostly figure suddenly erupted.

"what!!"

A piercing, shrill scream erupted, like a hysterical roar, the sound waves sweeping across the scene. In an instant, everyone froze, their minds blank, standing rooted to the spot.

At the same time, a cold wind suddenly rose over the wasteland!

call!
A biting, chilling wind raged, as if a category 10 typhoon had suddenly swept in, howling and knocking everyone off balance. Sparks and twigs flew wildly from the campfire behind them, extinguishing the flickering flames in an instant!

The campfire went out, and darkness instantly enveloped everything!
"Oh no!" At that moment, the Venerables, who had just come to their senses in the darkness, all had the same thought, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet straight to their heads.

In the darkness, none of the deities could see anything clearly.

But they could feel the chilling cold approaching at an alarming speed the instant the campfire was extinguished!

That ghost rushed up!
"Don't panic!" Ying Zheng shouted sternly at the critical moment.

He then swept his leg, scattering the fallen dry branches into the campfire pit, and pulled out the remaining rabbit fat from his pocket, crushed it, and sprinkled it into the fire pit.

The embers remaining in the fire pit, along with the flammable dry branches and fuel oil, reignited the campfire that had been extinguished.

Although the flame was very faint, it brought fire and light back to everyone.

Amidst the flickering flames, everyone could clearly see that the ghostly figure had indeed arrived before them! Moreover, the Great Sword Master Da Tuo had already been grabbed by the neck by it.

Beneath that shadowy figure, a blue hand covered in black veins reached out and gripped the neck of the Great Sword Master tightly.

The Great Sword Master struggled, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, but he couldn't break free at all.

"You wicked creature!!" Ying Zheng roared, reaching directly into the campfire and grabbing a handful of embers left from the burning branches and sticks!
Grabbing the burning charcoal, Ying Zheng slammed it down with all his might.

Charcoal pellets shot through the air, slamming into the ghostly figure and piercing through its form once more.

It let out another shrill scream, and the ghostly hand that had been gripping the Great Sword Master suddenly released its grip.

But the moment it was released, it roared and lunged at the fallen Great Sword Master!

A deep, ghostly aura flashed by, accompanied by the scream of the Great Sword Master, as a large chunk of his flesh was torn off by the ghostly claws, and he was thrown heavily away, crashing to the ground.

"You're courting death!!" Ying Zheng was furious. He disregarded everything, grabbed a still-burning stick from the campfire, and charged forward.

The scorching wooden stick burned Ying Zheng's hand, sizzling and emitting white smoke from his palm, the intense pain filling his nerves. But at this moment, Ying Zheng couldn't care less about that; he pounced towards the ghostly figure.

Ying Zheng moved with lightning speed, sweeping the burning wooden stick in his hand across the ghostly figure's head, smashing it open! In an instant, pale white ghostly energy and smoke swirled everywhere!
Although his head was blown off, it clearly did not cause fatal damage to Ghost.

Its body was filled with a chilling ghostly aura, and from beneath the ghostly shadow, two blue ghostly hands reached out once more!

"Is this ghostly hand a physical entity?" This thought flashed through Ying Zheng's mind.

He had seen it clearly: the rest of the ghostly figure was pierced by branches. Although it was burned by the flames, the thrown branches had not caused it any physical damage. Its body seemed to vanish like smoke.

But only when it was gripping the Great Sword Master did its hand truly grasp the physical body.

The thought flashed through his mind, but Ying Zheng did not hesitate at all. He released the branch in his hand, reached out, and grabbed the wrists of both ghost hands the instant they emerged.

The icy chill raged wildly, instantly seeping into Ying Zheng's arm.

Grasping these two ghostly hands, Ying Zheng felt as if he were holding ice, while a violent and cold negative aura was constantly destroying the life force on his arms.

Even so, Ying Zheng did manage to grab the two ghostly hands.

"You bastard, this ghost hand should be your strongest move, right? But now that I have your strongest move in my hands, it will become your greatest weakness!" Ying Zheng gripped the two ghost hands tightly, a ferocious smile on his face.

"Die!!" Ying Zheng roared, his brute strength erupting like a volcano. He gripped the two ghostly hands tightly and pulled wildly. Accompanied by the ghostly figure's extremely shrill scream, Ying Zheng tore off one of the ghostly hands.

The torn-off ghostly hand sprayed out a greasy liquid, like cold coolant, which splattered all over the ground.

However, Ying Zheng merely smiled coldly, dragging the ghostly figure directly to the campfire. Then, without hesitation, he shoved his own arm, along with the ghostly figure, into the flames!

Suddenly, a terrifying and shrill scream rang out. Under the scorching heat of the flames, the ghostly figure, like snow under the sun, was baked and melted in the blink of an eye, turning into a wisp of white smoke and disappearing without a trace.

The moment the ghostly figure vanished, a wisp of pure power surged into Ying Zheng's body.

"Success!"

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth and slowly withdrew his arm. (End of Chapter)