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The sky shook and the earth shook, Yin energy overflowed, and evil spirits danced around. The entire protective formation seemed to be boiling, with spiritual energy scattered and runes flickering.

"Something? Is there anything else?" Shang Shaoyang looked ugly.

Po Qianjun endured the pain, and the spiritual talisman turned into light to seal the broken arm, and murmured: "Is it possible... that the Gu family has sealed the evil thing here?"

I really don’t know this Bai Mengjin yet. In her previous life, she lived in the Gu Family Courtyard and had never encountered anything like this. Why did she encounter so many unexpected situations in this life?
"Eh-"

"Woooooooo..."

"Hey hey hey..."

All kinds of strange and sharp sounds sounded again, the dark wind gusted, the clouds rolled, and the roaring wind formed a low rumble that almost broke the eardrums.

The eternal night sky in Huangquan is covered by thick clouds. The surrounding ghosts rushed over like moths to a flame, dancing wildly in the dark clouds.

All kinds of visions represent the unknown.

"Look!" Shang Shaoyang shouted, "What is that?!"

Everyone stared.

Amidst the dense cries of ghosts, a huge black silhouette slowly appeared from the ground.

It is pitch black, inhuman, tall and strong as a tower, covered with spikes, and covered in thick hard armor. If you look closely, it is made of condensed Yin Qi!

Bai Mengjin's heart sank, what kind of evil thing is this?
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, the cries of ghosts gradually stopped, and the ghosts that were dancing violently just now lay down and trembled. A powerful pressure enveloped him, bringing an extremely dangerous aura.

"Poof!" Po Qianjun had just been severely injured and couldn't hold himself steady for a moment, so he actually vomited a mouthful of blood.

The fear on Shang Shaoyang's face became more and more intense: "With such a strong Yin Qi, could it be...the Ghost King?!"

"I'm afraid so." Po Qianjun wiped the blood from his mouth, "Look, it condenses thousands of yin energy and attracts evil spirits to surrender. Only the ghost king has such power."

"Ghost King..." Ling Bufei looked up and saw the foreign object standing under the night sky, tall and strong, unfathomable.

Thick Yin Qi condensed into armor, and its face seemed to be wearing a mask. The eyes were flashing with thick blood. Just one glance was enough to make people feel dizzy!
"Don't look at it!" Bai Mengjin shouted, "Its gaze can attack the soul!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Bufei felt a stinging pain, as if his head had been stabbed hard by a needle. Then he discovered that his spiritual mind had been burned like this!

Po Qianjun and Shang Shaoyang's expressions changed drastically. The soul of the monk who transforms into gods is so powerful, this thing is too evil!
"No, he noticed us!" Shang Shaoyang's expression changed.

Over there, the Ghost King looked over.

The next moment, the Yin Qi all over his body roared.

The Ghost King did nothing. With just one glance, the Yin Qi moved according to his heart, condensing sharp roots and covering the sky and the earth. The speed was so fast that it caused a sharp roar.

In an emergency, Ling Bufei raised his arms and pointed, the sword light split into layers, he quickly spread out his sword formation and charged forward.

Shang Shaoyang also flashed golden light at the same time, giving full support.

The two god-transformation monks used all their strength to attack, and the thorn of Yin Qi was blocked. The sword Qi and Yin Qi dissolved each other where they touched.

Po Qianjun endured the pain of breaking his arm and threw out a thin gold page.

The golden pages grew long when exposed to the wind, and quickly transformed into empty handprints, covering them.

But they only lasted a few breaths before the power counterattacked. The handprints and golden light were infected by the Yin Qi and disintegrated little by little.

At the critical moment, the yin-yang umbrella flew high, and the umbrella surface quickly rotated, causing the surrounding yin energy to rotate and surge towards the umbrella surface.

The Yin Qi was the source of the Ghost King's attack, and the three of them felt relieved after it was taken away.

Ling Bufei immediately charged forward with his sword energy and strangled all the thorns of Yin energy.

Shang Shaoyang took a deep breath: "What a risk."

Po Qianjun was confused: "Where did this ghost king come from? Does the Immortal Alliance have records?" Ling Bufei paused: "Uh..."

So Shang Shaoyang and Po Qianjun both turned their attention to Bai Mengjin.

The Immortal Alliance has kept records of this dangerous evil thing. This ghost king is enough to mark it as extremely dangerous, but they had never heard of it before.

So, did the Gu family fail to report it? What is the purpose of sealing this ghost king in another courtyard? In particular, there is a protective formation built with the family's efforts.

"I don't know." Bai Mengjin replied, "My mother didn't tell me about this. I think she doesn't know."

Shang Shaoyang nodded: "Ling Ci was too young back then and her cultivation was low. I'm afraid it would be inconvenient to tell her many things."

As the four of them talked, they swept away the Yin Qi around them and gradually approached the Ghost King.

The Ghost King was sucked away a lot of Yin Qi and was no longer as strong as before. While being restrained by the parasol, Ling Bufei chopped off several foreign limbs. The suffocated feeling made his anger grow, and finally he let out a sharp scream.

The cry was extremely harsh, high-pitched and sharp, as if thousands of whistles were blowing in unison, making people feel irritable and angry, making their breath stagnant.

Shang Shaoyang felt a pain in his chest and realized something was wrong. He immediately took out the elixir and threw it into his mouth. A warm current entered his belly, and the stagnant breath began to flow again.

He let out a sigh of relief. He knew that this trip would be dangerous before coming here, and collected a lot of rare elixirs through his own auction house, which finally came in handy.

"Master Ling, come on!" Shang Shaoyang shouted.

Ling Bufei rolled up his sword energy, put the medicine bottle in his hand, took one and threw it to Po Qianjun nearby.

The reason why he didn't throw it to Bai Mengjin immediately was because he knew that the jade-hardened body was invulnerable to all poisons and was more resistant to such negative attacks than ordinary people.

Even so, he was still a little worried, so he turned around to look.

At this sight, he was shocked.

"Mengjin!"

The umbrella was hanging in the air and spinning rapidly. Yin energy surged in and rushed into the dark side.

Yes, it is indeed a rush. The Yin Qi was like a rushing river, numerous and fierce, escaping from the Ghost King and flowing over.

The yin-yang umbrella rotates faster and faster, but the yin energy around it becomes more and more surrounding.

"No, the Ghost King is doing the opposite!" Shang Shaoyang said hurriedly.

He is worthy of being the King of Ghosts, his intelligence is no different from that of humans. Seeing that his yin energy was being sucked away by Bai Mengjin, he just turned around and burst her.

Hearing it scream sharply, he raised his hand to grab it, and the nearest ghost flew over automatically. Then the ghost screamed and was crushed to pieces by it, turning into balls of yin energy and pouring into the yin-yang umbrella along the river.

The Yin Yang Umbrella speeds up, and the Ghost King also speeds up his movements. More and more ghosts were attracted by it, faster and faster, and the Yin Qi became more and more dense, turning into liquid, truly becoming a river, and then a lake.

——Finally reached that critical point.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the yin-yang umbrella escaped from control and flew out.

Bai Mengjin's energy and blood surged, and his meridians filled with Yin energy were severely injured, and he fell down.

"Mengjin!" Ling Bufei flew away and caught her in time.

"Fairy Bai!" Shang Shaoyang and Po Qianjun also changed their expressions.

The ghost king who succeeded in his plan let out a sharp roar, as if he was mocking. Immediately, the Yin Qi released by the Yin-Pang Umbrella was absorbed back in by it, and the severed alien limbs grew back again.

It's over, the fight was in vain.

Bai Mengjin grabbed Ling Bufei's arm, barely supported himself, and said weakly: "Go to the center of the magic circle." (End of this chapter)