The Emperor is Above

Chapter 303 The Ghost King Arrives
"I regret it!"

Shang Qing Qi Xi sighed with a complicated expression, "Everyone, stop hiding it and prepare to fight!"

The wrinkled Shangqing Shi Kuang also nodded solemnly and said, "In the battle of Shooting Sun City, we all worked together to stop the High Priestess of the Black Wind Tribe. Let's stop her together today!"

Yun Shuyu nodded slightly and stood at the front. Zhonghang Huan had a cold face and said nothing, but he also silently held up his sword and stood at the front with Yun Shuyu.

Yaqing Huo Yun took the lead and followed. Yaqing Gu Liangqian, Chunyu Fen, Yang Lezi and other Yaqings, as well as six Shaoqings, all held their weapons firmly with solemn expressions.

Even if the ministers had many small plans in their minds before, such as how to compete with Lord Xing for power and profit, now facing life and death and the survival of the country, they all have the responsibility and duty of being the ministers in charge.

Only at this moment did all the ministers realize how important Qing Yi's previous reminder was. However, no matter how much they regretted, they could not change the unfavorable situation before them. They could only try their best to block a powerful enemy and hope that Old Man Shi would arrive in time.

Xing Hou even let out long howls to express his grief and indignation. If he had listened to Qing Yi's advice earlier, or even taken it a little more seriously, there wouldn't have been such heavy losses today.

Just a moment of hesitation led to the killing of High Priest Chen Lun, the central formation of the city defense array was completely destroyed, and it seemed that the lives of family members and clan members in the palace were in danger.

No matter how regretful Lord Xing and the other ministers were in their hearts, they were fighting with all their might at this moment. This was a fight between the top fighters of both sides. If they failed today, not only would they die, but their country and relatives would also be completely destroyed.

“Hehehe—what a pity to waste so much flesh, blood and spirit. However, my strength is not enough to participate in this melee. I will first thoroughly wash the palace of Xinghou with blood and devour a large amount of blood food before joining the melee.”

The ghost baby looked greedily at the fierce battlefield around the Altar of State and was about to jump into the palace to kill people, but unexpectedly a figure blocked his way.

“You man-eating monster, you managed to escape with your life in the lower city that day, but no one will come to save you today!” The figure who blocked the ghost baby was of course Qing Yi. He sneered and shouted, “Look at my divine power of the sky eye, the golden light that illuminates my heart——”

Before Qing Yi finished speaking, the ghost baby turned into a parabola and jumped off the city wall without hesitation, running towards the Altar of State and Grain, with fear and dread in its eyes.

After the last lesson from the Golden Light, it was really afraid of this young man. It would rather face a risky battlefield than endure the baptism of the golden light a second time.

It didn't know that Qing Yi also breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the monster got scared and ran away, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to use my Sky Eye ability for the second time today."

Qing Yi was not planning to chase the ghost baby to join the battlefield. With his current strength, he could at most resist a cat ghost or god servant, which would not be of much help to the battle situation. It would be better for him to try to repair the city defense formation.

What disappointed him was that the ghost baby destroyed the central formation of the formation so thoroughly. The sharp ghost claws even destroyed the jade talisman, and there was not even the slightest trace of the original central formation left.

"This city defense formation has been adjusted over the past hundred years and is extremely complex. If we want to restore it to its original state, it will take at least a month to repair it."

Pan Qing in the sea of ​​consciousness suggested very actively, "I have a Seven Star Big Dipper formation here. Not only is it easier to make, but it can also be adjusted and strengthened while in use. The most important thing is that it can resonate with the city defense formation to increase the attack power."

"Big Dipper Formation?"

Qing Yi couldn't help but be overjoyed, but then he glanced at the even more tragic battlefield. Cheng Dong, who had just been promoted to the rank of Shaoqing, was unfortunately killed by the ghost baby, and then his soul was sucked away and turned into a pile of bones.

"Let's get started now without further delay!"

Fortunately, the deceased high priest Chen Lun and the sorcerers and talisman masters brought a lot of tools and materials to repair the formation. Qing Yi no longer had to waste time looking for these materials. Under Pan Qing's guidance, he quickly engraved one mysterious and complex pattern after another.

Although Qing Yi had read a large number of books on rune formations at the Imperial College, he still found it a bit difficult when he first came into contact with the rune patterns provided by Pan Qing.

However, with his superb skills and understanding, he was able to handle the task with ease in less than a quarter of an hour. He could even carve runes while paying attention to the progress of the battle at the Altar of State.

At this moment, the battle was becoming increasingly unfavorable for the Xing State. With two first-class strongmen in the enemy, the Xing State's strongmen could only use desperate and tragic means to resist the enemy. Qi Ce died in the battle, Wei Yuan died in the battle, Yun Shengyan died in the battle, Zhonghang Shuo, Yue Chengqing, and Linghu Ming were all severely injured and vomited blood.

The top ministers Qi Xi, Zhonghang Huan, and Shi Kuang were covered in blood, and the second-rank minister Gu Liangqian was killed by the chief priest of the Black Wind Tribe. Among the six junior ministers, except Cheng Dong who had just been killed by the ghost baby, Zhongsun and Changsun also died tragically.

The happiest one on the battlefield at the moment is the ghost baby. It roams around the various battle groups of the two warring parties, taking the opportunity to absorb the souls, essences, blood and flesh of the dead, and its body's aura becomes stronger and stronger.

When Xing Hou saw that this monster did not even spare the dead in battle and desecrated the corpses, he was furious and wanted to rush up to kill the monster. However, he did not expect that after absorbing a large amount of essence, blood and flesh, the ghost infant had already possessed the strength of the peak of the second level but had been hiding it.

When Xing Hou rushed forward, not only did he fail to cause any harm to the monster, but he himself was seriously injured. If it were not for several powerful clan members who risked their lives to save him, he would have turned into a pile of bones long ago.

"Ahhh-"

Xing Hou's heart was filled with grief and indignation, but Qing Yi did not have much sympathy for him. Wasn't the result he was getting now the result of his previous actions?
"Huh? The ghost mask on the altar is still changing! The head witch of the Ghost Witch Department is summoning the Ghost King to come!"

Qing Yi suddenly noticed that the ghost mask above the Altar of State and Grain was undergoing drastic changes. He no longer cared to observe the battlefield and sped up his hands.

The number of casualties on the battlefield increased, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, but no one noticed the changes in the hideous ghost face above the altar of state, as if it was breathing with its mouth wide open.

Especially the more than one thousand injured people who were unable to escape, they were horrified to find that their blood was gushing out uncontrollably.

Even though the injured tried their best to press the wound, blood still flowed out, which made them feel extremely desperate.

And the scarlet fresh blood turned into blood beads of different sizes, floating in the air and flew towards the Altar of State and Grain, and was swallowed up by the hideous ghost face.

As it continued to swallow large amounts of blood, the ferocious ghost face grew larger and larger. An jagged crack appeared in its big mouth, and a large amount of evil energy surged out, further contributing to the expansion of the ghost face.

“Hehehe—such a strong smell of blood, such a delicious taste of blood!”

Suddenly, an evil, brutal, terrifying and horrifying voice came from behind the rift, causing everyone immersed in the fierce battle to shiver.

"Is it the Ningtu Ghost King mentioned by the Black Wind Tribe's High Priest?"

While Qing Yi was busy, his expression became more and more solemn. His voice alone shocked everyone. The Ghost King's personal strength far exceeded that of his Dharma body.

The Ningtu Ghost King, who had been waiting to be summoned, had already become impatient. When the crack expanded to more than two meters in length, a ferocious ghost claw that was five meters in length stretched out from the crack, grabbed the corpse of the blue ox and white horse that were sacrificed during the winter sacrifice ceremony on the altar and dragged it into the crack.

"Bang bang——"

"Bang bang——"

Soon, a terrifying sound of chewing flesh and bones came from the crack behind the ghost mask. "Mm, delicious, really delicious blood food. I haven't tasted such delicious food for a long time."

The two fifth-grade exotic beasts, the green ox and the white horse, were huge in size, each weighing over ten thousand pounds, but they did not satisfy the Ghost King Ningtu. Instead, he became more eager for blood food outside.

It could not wait to look through the crack, revealing a huge scarlet eye, observing the fierce battle around the Altar of State and Grain. Wu Wu Peng from the Ghost Witch Tribe tried his best to cast witchcraft to slowly expand the crack.

However, Wu Peng was only a third-grade witch. Even if he tried his best to cast witchcraft, he could only make the crack expand inch by inch. This made the Ningtu Ghost King, who had tasted the blood, even more impatient to wait.

(End of this chapter)