It's time to become a fairy.

Just now, with the help of the Yin God's power, Ye Qingge manipulated more than ten Yin spirits in the villa to launch a surprise attack. The members of the Misty Demon Sect, who were skilled at creating and even controlling Yin spirits, did not understand why the Yin spirits they had been controlling suddenly launched an attack until they were captured, which led to their inexplicable capture.

"The Yin Spirit's abilities are surprisingly useful, but unfortunately, the cost of using them is quite high... How should we deal with this Yin Spirit afterward?"

She frowned, but realized that she had no way to solve the problem with her current methods.

He shook his head. The most important thing right now was not the Yin God, but to deal with the trouble caused by the Misty Demon Sect!

Following Yan Yishuang's orders, Ye Qingge and the other two interrogated the two members of the Misty Demon Sect. Finding that they couldn't get anything out of them, they simply ordered the driver to kill the two members. Every member of the Misty Demon Sect was a ruthless executioner, so there was no need to show mercy.

After looting the villa of anything useful, they sent Yan Yishuang a message announcing the capture of the first stronghold, and then headed towards the next stronghold.

Half an hour later, the four spirit boats arrived at the second stronghold.

This stronghold was much larger than the first one, with more than thirty ghosts and five members among them. However, it made little difference to Ye Qingge. After launching a ghost attack and failing to get the members to talk, he decisively dealt with the members of the Misty Demon Sect, looted some items that appeared to be important secrets, reported the good news to Yan Yishuang, and continued on to the next target.

Chapter 79 The Legend of Ningcheng, The Ghost King's Trap

Ancient Miracles

The immense divine power poured out from countless cave openings, condensing and converging in mid-air, transforming into the Yin God form that Ye Qingge saw. Until the last part of the divine power completely poured out from the cave openings, His figure completely solidified, and a dense Yin energy emanated from His body. Wherever He passed, countless dead souls were revived, transforming into Yin spirits that lingered around the Yin God.

Some of the spirits that have developed some intelligence are even consciously staying close to Him, continuously absorbing the Yin energy emitted by the Yin God, and some of them are already showing signs of transforming into vengeful ghosts!

"A dream spanning thousands of years, what year is it today?"

The divine light in his eyes gradually gathered. Looking at the world before him, the Yin God frowned slightly: "This world is even more repulsive than before I fell into slumber... Hmm, the contingency plan from before I fell into slumber has been triggered. There is actually a descendant of someone else in this world. Is there finally a chance to heal my injuries?"

He looked at a strange symbol on his arm, a hand he had left behind before he fell asleep.

The symbol is very similar to the symbol on Ye Qingge's back, but there are many subtle differences. If the symbol on Ye Qingge's back is like a receiver, then the symbol on his hand is a transmitter.

Strands of divine power and yin energy were extracted and sent towards Ye Qingge. He showed no hesitation on his face, but instead revealed a look of joy.

The spirit that had only regained a little intelligence was suddenly illuminated, and the entire Yin spirit seemed to be rejuvenated. The whole spirit was invigorated, and after sensing Ye Qingge's location, it took a step forward.

boom

As he took his first step, the entire world trembled violently. The excitement on the Yin God's face vanished, replaced by an expression of extreme pain that even a deity could hardly bear.

When Ye Qingge first saw the Yin God, from the front, the Yin God appeared majestic and awe-inspiring, an unapproachable deity. However, in reality, it was far from as wonderful as it seemed on the surface!

The back of the Yin God was completely covered by black power. The clothes made of divine soul power and Yin energy could not be formed. Countless forces crisscrossed, as if they directly erased the existence of this place, making it difficult to restore.

After a long while, when the pain gradually subsided to an acceptable level, He took another step forward. Each step was an intense pain that was indescribable, even for a god. A large amount of black power trembled, taking away the scattered energy around Him and giving birth to countless yin spirits.

Slowly, the spreading Yin energy around the Yin God gave rise to a massive wave of Yin spirits, but He paid no attention to it and resolutely headed towards Ye Qingge's direction.

The seven cities of the Canghui Sect are not arranged in a straight line. Each city was built according to its own unique rules. Between Ning City and the ancient divine relic, there is also an eastern city.

After traveling for an unknown amount of time, an outpost came into view. This was the furthest supply point outside the East City, used by cultivators who went out to train. The outpost was not large, but there were still several hundred people active there.

The moment the Yin spirit appeared, it didn't even notice the existence of the outpost.

Wow

Countless spirits poured into the outpost. The next moment, everyone at the outpost stared wide-eyed. Their physical bodies remained, but their souls had been completely devoured. They perished in the outpost with blank expressions.

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9:12 AM

Inside a building in an old town area.

Countless spirits stirred, and hundreds of spirits that had enveloped the entire old city were under Ye Qingge's control. Their movements were synchronized as they searched the entire old city.

A few minutes later.

"Got you!"

Ye Qingge opened her eyes, a fierce glint flashing within them. A sacred aura emanated from her body, and she suddenly exerted force with her feet, her figure moving like dust, seemingly weightless, rushing towards a certain place. In a few twists and turns, she entered a dilapidated brick house. The room was very simple, or rather, the houses in the entire old town were very simple, giving people the feeling of an urban village.

The brick house was only one story high, giving the impression that it could collapse at any moment. With the help of the information conveyed by the ghost, Ye Qingge knew that the last survivor who had managed to escape was among them.

Releasing her inner divine power, she sensed the location of the last surviving disciple of the Misty Demon Sect. After a long while, she suddenly opened her eyes and burst through the portal.

A minute later, a faint smell of blood wafted through the air. Ye Qingge stepped out, her spirit sword trembling slightly to shake off the blood. A hint of emotion flashed in her eyes: "Finally, the twelfth stronghold has been dealt with, and the last stronghold has been completely eradicated. The whole process was surprisingly simple!"

The power from the Yin God was unexpectedly effective. After using it for one night, she was even able to command a small portion of the city's hundreds of Yin spirits at the same time!

Moreover, with the help of mental illusions, Ye Qingge can also give suggestions to ghosts and achieve some simple small goals.

With a thought, countless spirits rapidly gathered towards the place where Ye Qingge had arrived. Divine power flowed within her body, releasing the power of her mind illusion technique. She whispered, "Issued the Ghost King's trace? Immediately warn me. Now... spread it throughout Ning City!"

Countless spirits entered Ye Qingge's range of supernatural power. A glimmer of light flashed in his chaotic eyes. The original obsessions were influenced by the mental illusion and replaced by Ye Qingge's commands, which then spread outwards.

As a large number of ghosts gathered, countless others left the place. The number of ghosts gathered exceeded one hundred, and a strong gust of cold wind swept through the area, making it look eerie and ghostly. Even just passing by was enough to send chills down the spines of ordinary people. Ye Qingge, standing among countless ghosts, seemed to be the master of thousands of ghosts.

Only after completing the mind illusion spell on the last remaining spirit did Ye Qingge finally let out a sigh of relief. Her face had turned even paler, and she quickly swallowed a pill. The effects of the medicine were rapidly absorbed by the Soul Devouring Technique, which improved her complexion somewhat.

After sending a message to the Demon Suppression Division branch, Ye Qingge smiled and said, "The mission was completed beyond expectations. We didn't even arrive at 10 o'clock. After a short rest, we'll go to the Spirit Boat Center in Ningcheng to see who can be called the legend of No. 3 Middle School. Let's see what Senior Sister Feng, the legend of Ningcheng, looks like."

"It's just a pity. We were supposed to go to greet them together with Xiao An, but now I'm the only one left to greet them."

With a regretful sigh, Ye Qingge left the area of ​​the old town.

The entire old town was eerily quiet, with countless residents hiding in their homes, deeply fearing the presence of evil spirits. They dared not peek out even slightly, for fear of being targeted by them.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the old city, the thirteen teammates who had received news of the last member of the Misty Demon Sect being killed had already gathered there, each looking at Ye Qingge with awe.

At first, led by Ye Qingge, a cultivator in the early stage of the Spirit Awakening Realm, they were somewhat dismissive, even thinking that Ye Qingge's reckless approach was unreliable. When they suppressed the Yin Spirits, and even when facing the disciples of the Misty Demon Sect, they had all been quite cautious. Never before had they dared to choose to directly force their way in and solve problems so simply and brutally.

But now, in just under nine hours, they have wiped out twelve strongholds of the Misty Demon Sect. Most of the time was spent traveling, and there were no casualties. At most, they were just a little tired. This achievement is enough for them to disregard Ye Qingge's age and other factors and earn everyone's respect.

"The mission is complete. We are now resting at the East Branch of the Demon Suppression Division and awaiting further orders. Lin Dong, you will be my driver in a moment. Come with me to the Ningcheng Spirit Boat Center to pick up Senior Sister Feng."

Ye Qingge gave the next action instructions in a cold tone, and sat in the spirit boat. Lin Dong was the driver who had been driving the spirit boat for her since they left the villa area.

The group of people looked relieved and boarded the spirit boat, which then started and headed towards the eastern branch of the city.

Ye Qingge also sat on the spirit boat and began to close her eyes to rest. She had also exerted herself a lot in the past few hours and needed to rest for a while.

ten o'clock

Ningcheng Lingzhou Center

The vast Spirit Boat Center is divided into two parts. One part manages the public spirit boats in Ningcheng City, including school buses. Many things need to be registered with the Spirit Boat Center. It is located in the city center. The other part is the place Ye Qingge needs to reach. It is located in the suburbs and is specifically for receiving people from outside the city.

We were very close to the high walls of Ningcheng. The walls, hundreds of feet high, were already at the edge of our line of sight. Beyond the walls was a misty sky, so hazy that it was hard to see clearly.

Less than two minutes after Ye Qingge arrived, a massive, imposing, streamlined combat spirit ship flew down from the high wall and slowly landed on the dock in the center of the spirit ship. The hatch opened, and a woman in a trench coat stepped out.

The woman's long hair was tied into a neat bun, and she wore a small pendant around her neck with a tiny jade stone with a lustrous sheen in the center. She had a powerful aura and sharp, aggressive eyes that would leave a strong impression at first glance.

It is indeed a dream of sealed words!

It was during a city-wide lockdown, and the entire Lingzhou Center was deserted with only a few staff members. Feng Yumeng's gaze swept around and landed on Ye Qingge. She strode forward and said with a smile, "You must be the junior sister Ye Qingge that Minister Yan mentioned."

Her sharp gaze swept over, as if she wanted to see through his entire hand. Ye Qingge met her gaze without flinching and said with a smile, "Yes, I have long heard of Senior Sister Feng's countless legendary deeds. To be able to go from No. 3 Middle School to Taiyuan Academy is truly a role model for us all... Senior Sister is almost at the Transformation Sea Realm, right?"

"Even my junior sister noticed... No wonder Yan Buqing called her the most promising junior sister he had ever seen. Her record of slaying three fierce ghosts is something I didn't have back then."

Feng Yumeng looked surprised, then chuckled and shook her head, a satisfied look on her face: "Minister Yan should have already told you about the matter. To make a long story short, I will stay here for no more than two days. An anomaly has occurred at the Ancient Divine Relic. Two days later, a group of people will be urgently dispatched to the East City to provide support. Within these two days, we must resolve the matter of the Ghost King planted by the Misty Demon Sect in Ning City."

Ye Qingge was taken aback: "An ancient miracle?"

She had heard this term before when she used mind manipulation to bewitch Bai Yuxuan, the husband of the milk tea shop owner. From what he implied, it was the key to this operation by the Misty Demon Sect. Yan Yishuang mentioned it several times in subsequent messages, but without providing a detailed explanation.

After the incident involving the symbol on the back of her hand came to light, she already had a guess in her mind, but no one could give her a definite answer.

"It was originally just a small, secret place, but just before the Lunar New Year, news suddenly broke that it contained a divine miracle, suspected to be a miracle of the three gods, so it was specially marked and is prepared for key development..."

Feng Yumeng gave a brief explanation, then changed the subject, saying, "However, that's not the main point right now. The most important thing is to resolve the matter of the Ghost King. According to the information provided by Minister Yan, the Ghost King is not a Ghost King in the true sense. He needs to use the Blood Moon for three days to bring his Yin and Nether Qi to its peak before he can have the strength of a Ghost King. Before that, he is at most a Ghost General at the Transformation Sea Realm."

"Junior sister, you should have already uncovered several strongholds of the Misty Demon Sect disciples, right? Tell me what you know, I need to use that to narrow down the search area and try to finish the search today, so we can work with the city lord to deal with the Ghost King!"

Ye Qingge nodded. Feng Yumeng was far more familiar with this than she was. After organizing her thoughts, she was about to speak when her expression suddenly turned strange.

"what happened?"

Feng Yumeng raised her eyebrows slightly.

"In fact, my teammates and I have already taken out all twelve outposts besides the five key outposts, and we've found the approximate location of the Ghost King." Ye Qingge made an excuse, pointing to a low mountain peak next to the center of the spirit boat: "According to the information I've received, the Ghost King's location... is right there!"

The spirit ship's center is located in the suburbs, surrounded by rolling mountains. It only receives visiting spirit ships; ordinary people never come here, and the area is sparsely populated on weekdays. The low peaks are inconspicuous among the surrounding mountains and are difficult to notice.

If Ye Qingge hadn't lost contact with the ghostly spirit she was controlling near the mountain after sensing a powerful aura, she wouldn't have thought of this.

Feng Yumeng's expression changed instantly. Without immediately asking for details, she stopped the driver who was preparing to steer the spirit boat and took out a compass. She poured powerful spiritual energy into it, and the compass floated in the air. She quickly formed hand seals and uttered incantations. After a few breaths, she glanced at the direction indicated on the compass, and her face became more solemn than ever before.

"Indeed, it's right here. These people from the Misty Demon Sect are courting death. Once the Ghost King erupts here, he will inevitably launch an attack on the high walls of Ning City. Once the high walls are destroyed, all the millions of people in the city, except for a few who are above the Danhai Realm, will perish here!"

"I will record your merit. If you hadn't found it in time this time, I'm afraid we wouldn't have had time to react when the other side unleashed their power. Leave the rest of the battle to me. Next, junior sister, you just need to inform City Lord Ning and lead the staff of the Spirit Boat Center to evacuate this area."

Putting away the compass, Feng Yumeng said seriously, "I'll go check the situation at the low hill first. Remember not to waste time. Once it breaks out, the people at the Spirit Boat Center won't have time to evacuate."

"I understand."

Ye Qingge also understood the importance of the matter, and her face became solemn. However, for some reason, her intuition always felt that something was strange about this place, but she could not find the specific reason.

It was 10:08 a.m. The sun had just risen in the sky, but it was not as bright as the sunlight of the previous days. The blood moon was still there, but its light had dimmed considerably.

Watching Feng Yumeng leave, Ye Qingge fell into deep thought, but her hands did not stop. She submitted the message and walked back towards the center of the spirit boat.

The moment Ye Qingge stepped into the center of the spirit boat, she finally understood where her thoughts came from.

A dense aura of yin energy wafted over, and under Ye Qingge's divine state, the expressions of the staff members became unusual. Layers of seals and shackles on their bodies were slowly fading away, and the dense aura of yin energy was released, connecting to an unknown distance.

These sealing shackles were clearly set up by a master, with extremely strong concealment capabilities; even Ye Qingge's perception abilities could not detect anything unusual.

"The Misty Demon Sect's infiltration capabilities are beyond imagination. These beings, who enjoy creating and controlling ghosts, have an extremely deep understanding of the human soul. They can even infiltrate and lure elite senior members of the Demon Suppression Division into joining. As the location closest to the trump card Ghost King, how could they not have made any preparations? If that were the case, they would probably have been discovered long ago."

"But if it's really just a setup, and they've set things up but haven't unleashed their power, that's not like the Misty Demon Sect's nature. Unless they have other motives, judging from the fluctuations of these spirits, they're trying to contact people from the Misty Demon Sect."

"In other words, this is a trap set for the Ningcheng leadership. They're just waiting for them to find this place, so that the ghost generals here won't truly reach the level of ghost kings. And when they do act, it's to unleash the trap's full power. However, my discovery has disrupted their plan. If this conjecture is true..."

She suddenly looked into the distance, and in the instant the thought flashed through her mind, a violent aura suddenly rose up in the distance, and countless yin energies boiled and churned.

At the same time, the sunlight in the sky suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed. The blood moon hung high, and the thousands of ghosts in Ning City began to stir up trouble once again.

Daylight vanishes, darkness returns, demons dance wildly, and ghosts roam the land!

The spirits at the center of the spirit boat went berserk, all turning their gazes toward Ye Qingge and the driver on the boat, almost ready to devour them. Their auras were strengthened like never before. The Ghost King in the distance was even more so, his strength rising steadily with the blessing of the blood moon.

Ye Qingge's forehead began to bead with cold sweat. The struggle against the Misty Demon Sect was fraught with danger at every turn. One wrong move and he would fall into their trap. The only thing he could be thankful for now was that it was still early to trigger the Ghost King, and Feng Yumeng would not have to face a true Ghost King with the strength of the Central Court.