Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

Chapter 406: The one who killed Wei Ji was Su Jie from Guiling Palace! (Two chapters with words)

Many hideous and terrifying ghost faces protruded from the banner. As Su Jie waved the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, it was like opening the gate of hell leading to the human world.

The wind was howling, and a large number of ghosts escaped, covering the sky and the earth, and finally turning into a towering ghost mountain.

The mountain is a thousand feet high, with winding, narrow, dangerous and eerie paths. The rocks are all made of bones, and the springs are all bloody and filthy, so no one can get close to them.

At the top of the mountain, there stands an ancient and old palace. Inside the palace, there are ghost generals who are several meters tall.

Some of them sat cross-legged on rectangular thrones, with their feet hanging down, each stepping on a skull.

Some of them sat cross-legged on the hexagonal altar, stroking the white bone relics with their hands.

Some stood with their heads held high, wearing armor and holding bone-breaking spears, looking very imposing.

There were more than thirty ghost generals, all filled with eerie ghostly aura. Originally, they were as motionless as clay statues of gods. However, as Su Jie controlled the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, these ghost generals suddenly took a step forward, confronting Wei Ji from a distance, glaring at him angrily.

"Blood Demonic Yin Formation."

Su Jie said coldly, and the huge ghost mountain cracked open. A series of earth-shaking noises suddenly erupted like thunder from the sky.

The entire Ghost Mountain was like a red-hot iron block, emitting a bright red glow. All the huge rocks and rock walls were flashing with terrifying blood light. The blood was soaring into the sky, the fishy smell was pungent, the blood was constantly surging, and the earth was shaking violently, as if it was about to turn over.

There was a thick blood-red fog lingering around the Ghost Mountain, and the fishy smell made people want to vomit. The scarlet blood gathered into a rolling river of blood, circling around the Ghost Mountain in the void, like a blood-red ribbon.

In the river of blood, broken limbs, internal organs, hands and feet, and heads could be seen floating everywhere...

White bone poles were inserted into the Ghost Peak, and bodies that looked like monks were hung on them, still in the tragic conditions they had suffered before death.

Wei Ji's face changed suddenly. The originally dazzling fairy-like glow of his purple jade wind umbrella was now filled with bloody murderous aura as the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was waved. All the scenery was shrouded in a faint blood color, and the purple jade wind umbrella was no exception.

Almost at the moment when the Ten Thousand Souls Banner formation was formed, a terrifying river of blood roared out and hit Wei Ji directly.

Everyone's Ten Thousand Souls Banner has different characteristics. Su Jie's Ten Thousand Souls Banner is based on blood.

"Wind and Thunder Fan."

Wei Ji's face was no longer calm, his eyes were extremely serious, the purple jade umbrella was spinning, and he took out another low-grade magic weapon from his storage bag.

The huge wind-thunder fan was two meters long. Wei Ji fanned it vigorously. At first it was just a gentle breeze, then it turned into a violent tornado. Later, it even erupted into a strong wind that could destroy bones and melt flesh. This low-grade magic weapon was pushed to the extreme by Wei Ji.

The blood river rushed forward, breaking through the strong wind and exploding into millions of blood waves. Although the rolling blood river was blown into huge waves, it could not stop it from approaching.

When the blood river collided with the purple jade wind umbrella itself, the scene was like a sea wave hitting the rocks, causing endless storms.

But the power of the blood river is far greater than that of the ocean waves.

The blood river is condensed by ghosts. This extremely evil soul can defile the magic weapons of monks.

One or two of them were inconspicuous, but when their numbers increased, even Wei Ji's inferior magic weapons, the Purple Jade Wind Umbrella and the Wind Thunder Fan, were corroded and made a sizzling sound.

"It's so scary, I have to be serious..."

Wei Ji took a deep breath and saw that the purple jade wind umbrella could not bear it and the protective light curtain was seriously damaged. His hands and arms lit up with starlight, and the starlight connected into a star map. With some mysterious power, his fist split the blood river, which was amazing.

"Desolate Heaven Fist?"

Tang Peiqing pulled out a few strands of his beard and was greatly shocked.

As the oldest, he is well-informed. He had traveled to the capital of the Dali Dynasty when he was young. The Desolate Sky Fist is the real hidden skill of the Dali Dynasty. Only the royal family can learn it and practice it by borrowing the emperor's luck. How could Wei Ji be so virtuous and capable that he could practice it?
This style of boxing is the most domineering and powerful. It is said that when practiced to the highest level, the body will be covered with star patterns and starlight. One punch can induce the energy of the Great Dao, which is called a Great Dao-level skill.

The blood river split and exploded under the star-like power of the fist, but Wei Ji was not happy yet, because the true power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was activated.

One by one, the ghost generals stood up and ran towards Wei Ji on the river of blood.

The first ghost general held a halberd in his hand and collided fiercely with Wei Ji's fist. It was like a thunderclap, shaking the blood river within a hundred meters in radius, pushing away layer upon layer of blood waves, rolling and flooding both banks, and could not calm down for a long time.

The ghost general flew backwards in an instant, his body cracked into horrible cracks like broken porcelain. A normal person would have died long ago, but the ghost general was not a human but a ghost, so he still had plenty of fighting power.

The ghost general who flew hundreds of meters away surfaced from the blood river and shot away again like lightning, charging together with dozens of ghost generals who were several meters tall.

"I don't believe I can't smash you to pieces. If there are more of you, I'll beat you to my heart's content."

Wei Ji's punches were so powerful that each of his punches and kicks fell like meteors, smashing six or seven ghost generals in succession and killing them completely.

Given the number of ghost generals, it seems that both sides are going to get into a war of attrition.

Seeing this, Han Ruyan flew over and entered the center of the blood sea formation herself.

Han Ruyan has the ability to strengthen evil spirits and ghost weapons. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is also a ghost weapon and is also subject to strengthening.

Almost immediately after Han Ruyan moved, the blood river strangely calmed down, except that a rich blood-red light appeared on the bodies of the ghost generals, and their combat capabilities began to increase.

Wei Ji fought aggressively at the beginning, but there were too many ghost generals.

Just when Wei Ji had knocked a ghost general flying, a ghost general wearing a three-eyed ghost mask and stepping on a river of blood approached Wei Ji from behind, grabbed Wei Ji's neck, and swung him into the river of blood.

In an instant, Wei Ji's spiritual power was suppressed, and the purple jade umbrella was dimmed by the filthy spiritual light of the blood river. Frightened, he quickly broke free from the restraints and floated above the blood river.

But just as he emerged, a ghost general holding a mace struck out and hit Wei Ji on the head.

Wei Ji bounced dozens of times on the blood river like a skipping stone, and then crashed into Gaoli Mountain, causing countless rocks to explode and fly.

Tear!

Pfft!

The two ghost generals moved almost in sync with Wei Ji. Wei Ji, whose head was buzzing, had not yet reacted and had only dodged halfway when one of the ghost generals chopped down with a knife, cutting off his collarbone and leaving a deep wound where the bone could be seen. The other ghost general pierced through with a spear and pierced his chest.

More ghost generals swarmed in. Although Wei Ji could quickly defeat them in a one-on-one fight, it would be difficult for Wei Ji to cope with the attack of dozens of ghost generals strengthened by Han Ruyan.

Wei Ji was nailed to the cliff by a spear. The air wave spread in a circle. More weapons were thrown over, nailing Wei Ji like Jesus on the cross. Blood flowed, dyeing the cliff red.

"It's these blood rivers. Don't fight them on the blood rivers."

Just as Wei Ji was enduring the inhuman beating and struggling to pull out his weapon to dodge, a voice suddenly came. Wei Ji recognized it as Zhuang Liangru's telepathic voice.

Obviously, seeing that Wei Ji was losing, Zhuang Liangru could no longer sit still and took sides.

However, Zhang Junwei immediately discovered the clue of Zhuang Liangru's action. He used his Yuan Shen to stop him and mocked him, "Haha, Zhuang Liangru, can't you afford to lose? You can actually transmit the sound with your Yuan Shen."

Zhuang Liangru kept his mouth shut. As long as I didn’t say anything, it meant I didn’t do it.

Wei Ji on the battlefield was reminded by Zhuang Liangru and finally understood.

Those ghost generals basically fought on the blood river. This was caused by Han Ruyan entering the center of the formation. Their fighting power was extremely powerful with the blessing of the blood river.

But once leaving the range of the Blood River, the combat effectiveness will decline a lot.

Knowing this, Wei Ji immediately distanced himself, intending to use long-range attacks to deplete the Blood River's soul power, or simply break out of the Blood River formation.

But how could Su Jie let him leave? Just as Wei Ji was about to take action, the Thousand-Handed Centipede brought Su Jie himself into the Blood River Formation of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and together with a large number of ghost generals, they surrounded Wei Ji tightly.

What followed, of course, was an inhumane beating.

"Wei... Senior Brother Wei seems to be defeated."

"How is this possible! Senior Brother Wei is invincible, how could he lose to a demon cultivator?"

"Brother Wei must have another trump card. Please trust him."

The righteous and evil cultivators around were all stunned. Looking at Wei Ji who had been reduced to a punching bag, the righteous sects found it hard to accept that their immortal seedling was being beaten so badly.

“Haha, Senior Brother Su, you fight well. Beat that man in white like this and make him like being superior.”

"Brother Su wins. You are the strongest immortal seedling. The one on the opposite side is just a fake."

"Now you understand who the immortal seedling is, right? Listen carefully, all the good-for-nothings in the righteous way. Your family's immortal seedlings are not good enough, and there are differences between immortal seedlings."

On the other hand, the morale of the Guiling Palace was soaring, and they looked at Su Jie with admiration as he was chasing Wei Ji all over the battlefield.

……

"Ten Thousand Souls Banner! One hundred thousand souls level."

Both the Taoists and the demons at the scene were shocked by Su Jie's sudden display of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but the most surprised were a group of monks who were hiding hundreds of kilometers away in a cave they had opened up in an underground volcano.

There were more than 10,000 of them, wearing black ghost robes, some with haggard faces, some with bodies like dying skeletons, and some with a strong stench of corpses. This group of people was the war ally chosen by Guiling Palace, a group of people from Tianhunmen.

They used ghosts to set up a magic circle and hid here in advance. Without special investigation, their position could not be discovered. They waited for the opportunity here, and when the battle became fierce, they could rush out and hit the troops of the righteous sect from behind, forming a double-sided situation with the Ghost Ridge Palace.

Hiding in a cave, a water mirror was suspended in the air, showing a scene of a battlefield fight.

"This person is the Ghost Ridge Palace Immortal Seedling you mentioned."

Standing in front of the water mirror is a man with a gloomy face, a hooked nose, and long eyebrows.

He is the leader of Tianhun Sect, Lu Jingshi, who has reached the Daotai realm. This battle concerns the future survival environment of Tianhun Sect, so he must attend the meeting in person.

Behind Lu Jingshi stood the elders of the Secret Treasure Realm, a total of thirty-seven people. The Tianhun Sect brought almost all of its assets with them.

"Master, it is this person. He has a grudge against us. He is the one who took away the Wedding Dress Ghost."

Zhao Lianshan bowed and said that he had brought Zou Minzun to Su Jie to ask for the wedding dress ghost, but he didn't get it. Afterwards, he was severely humiliated by Su Jie who challenged ten people at once.

On the way back, he discovered that Zou Minzun had disappeared mysteriously. He suspected that it was probably Su Jie who was behind it.

As Zhao Lianshan spoke, he looked at Han Ruyan's figure in the field, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"The Hundred Thousand Soul Banners are indeed a cruel and ruthless character. I wonder how many people he killed to refine them. It would be great if such an immortal seedling came from our Tianhun Sect. In this way, there is hope for the revival of our sect!"

Lu Jingshi was filled with emotion, and there was some envy in his eyes of Zhang Junwei's good luck.

Why can’t his sect produce an immortal seedling, let alone an immortal seedling who is so young and can cultivate a hundred thousand soul flags?

As soon as one looked at the banner, one could tell that Su Jie was a man who killed people without mercy and regarded human life as worthless. He was the disciple that best suited the characteristics of their Tianhun Sect.

However, what Lu Jingshi didn't know was that, apart from a few human souls, most of Su Jie's 100,000 soul flags relied on the soul power provided by livestock, which was very different from what he had imagined when Su Jie massacred the city.

"Master, you are worrying too much. Once we have established a firm foothold in Qingzhou and recruited talented disciples, we will definitely have both immortal seedlings and geniuses. We will not be worse than Guiling Palace."

Zhao Lianshan flattered him, and other elders also spoke up to agree.

"That's right. After we resolve this war, we must also develop well for a while."

Lu Jingshi shook his head and paid attention to the situation on the battlefield. He suddenly chuckled and said, "It seems that the winner is about to be decided."

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On the battlefield, Wei Ji plowed a deep trench hundreds of meters long on the ground, smashed several huge rocks, and finally stopped with difficulty.

At this time, Wei Ji had long lost his previous elegance. His originally spotless white clothes had now turned into strips of cloth, hanging haphazardly on his body, covered in bloodstains, almost draining all the blood from his body.

If it weren't for the vitality that came with Wei Ji's unusual true dragon body, he would have died in the beating.

When Wei Ji stood up shakily on his knees, the multiple fractures in his body made his movements extremely weak and difficult. He lost his balance and his knees went weak, and he fell to his knees in front of Su Jie.

Su Jie stood on top of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, accepting Wei Ji's kneeling, and said with a faint smile: "Want to beg for mercy? The so-called Immortal Seedling of Guanchao Pavilion, the number one of the young generation in Qingzhou, is nothing more than that."

Wei Ji's face was pale, and it was not known whether it was because of the excessive blood loss or because he was angry with Su Jie. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his anger was beyond words.

Even angrier than Wei Ji were the righteous disciples who saw this sad scene.

"I didn't see it wrongly. Senior Brother Wei actually knelt down before that devil."

"It's over. Senior Brother Wei has really been defeated. His spine has been broken. He kneels down and begs for mercy from the devil."

"I am ashamed to associate with such people. Death is better than surrendering! It is a disgrace to our righteous style."

The expressions of the disciples of the righteous sects were somewhat devastated. Wei Ji's defeat and his kneeling begging for mercy made their morale plummet.

"Impossible, how could Senior Brother Wei lose?"

Mo Shiyao clenched her hands, unwilling to admit this fact.

"The opponent was too strong. That guy was simply not a human being."

Xiao Guanglian swallowed his saliva, feeling shocked by this battle.

"He lost."

Yuwen Jing had mixed emotions. It was the first time he saw Wei Jishu lose, and this could very well mean death.

"Haha, I said that kid would win."

At Guiling Palace, Taoist Qiu laughed heartily, his laughter full of satisfaction and pride.

"As expected of my sect's genius."

Zhang Junwei was laughing and talking, Su Jie's performance was beyond his imagination.

"Just as I thought, he is the winner. He has become stronger again."

Ning Xinyue muttered to herself, she was only at the first level of the Secret Treasure Realm, while Su Jie had already reached the third level, and his actual combat ability was extremely strong. She didn't know how Su Jie cultivated.

When Wei Ji heard the discussions of others, his face turned pale and blue. He suddenly reached into his storage bag, took out a black stone fragment and was about to swallow it.

This is a fragment of the Dragon Ball, which he obtained by chance, and it is also the key to why he was able to achieve the body of a true dragon.

As long as he swallows the dragon ball fragments, he will be able to briefly possess the strength and physique that is truly comparable to a real dragon, but the consequence is that he will die after the end, which is a means of mutual destruction.

"Let's all die together."

Wei Ji's facial features were distorted, and he was about to swallow the dragon ball fragments.

But before Wei Ji could reach his mouth, his right hand was broken at the wrist.

Han Ruyan appeared, holding the White Bone Sky Demon Sword in her hand, and cut off his palm with one sword.

Su Jie hooked his finger, and the dragon ball fragment in his palm fell into Su Jie's hand.

"I've been on guard against this move of yours. You guys always have some weird and strange explosive methods, and I really caught you."

Su Jie put away the dragon ball fragments with a smile, then walked towards him step by step with the Scarlet Flying Sword in hand, ready to chop off his head himself.

"Give it back to me, that's mine..."

Wei Ji collapsed. His last desperate attempt had gone in vain, and he was going crazy.

"ended."

Su Jie raised his flying sword high, and was about to chop off the opponent's head, when he suddenly heard a loud shout: "How dare you, you brat?"

Zhuang Liangru's roar was earth-shaking, and he could no longer hold back.

snort!
In response, Su Jie ruthlessly swung his sword.

As a stream of blood fell on Su Jie's trouser legs, Su Jie held Wei Ji's head high in his left hand and said angrily, "The one who killed Wei Ji is Su Jie of Guiling Palace. Who would not obey?"

The scene was completely silent. On the side of the righteous sect, one could hear a pin drop. The eyes of the righteous disciples were numb and in pain. Some even shed tears, like Mo Shiyao.

On the other hand, at Guiling Palace, after a brief silence, there was thunderous cheers and roars.

"Sujie! Sujie! Sujie!"

The sound was earth-shaking, like oil boiling in a raging fire, and it continued to echo between heaven and earth.

Ning Xinyue, Xiao Fengyuan, Tang Peiqing, Zhang Junwei and other acquaintances looked at Su Jie with excitement, delight, and emotion. Even the usually serious Taoist Qiu smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"All troops are sent out to destroy Guiling Palace today. Also, whoever kills Su Jie will be rewarded with 5 million spirit stones."

Zhuang Liangru, who wanted to intervene to rescue just now, was stopped by Zhang Junwei. He watched helplessly as his own immortal seedling was beheaded by Su Jie. His eyes were ferocious as if he wanted to eat someone. He was so angry that he could no longer restrain himself. He issued a deafening war order and offered a reward of 5 million spirit stones to Su Jie.

"All Ghost Ridge Palace elders and disciples, listen up. Kill all the righteous bastards today to protect our mountain sect's inheritance. We will not stop until the righteous are shed in blood."

Zhang Junwei waved his hand, and the sound was like thunder, spreading in all directions, making the same war response.

"Kill, kill, kill all the righteous bastards."

"Fight, fight, fight. Kill all these evil cultivators and spread my righteous path."

The two sides of good and evil are like two colliding torrents. When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous of each other. In an instant, they rush to kill each other all over the mountains and plains. Magical weapons, flying swords, talismans, spells, magic arrays, spirit beasts, poisonous insects, magic ships... countless secret techniques collide, blood and limbs fly everywhere, and the war enters the final decisive stage.

(End of this chapter)