The blue shadow floated in the air of the Land of Terror, filling the air with death.
All of the ghosts and souls fled for their lives because of Tian Cang's words.
Those who didn't leave in time were drowned by the blue shadow. Like flies, they died in the depths of the Turbid Demon Fetus, unable to cause even the slightest ripple.
Even the white-robed Titled Ghouls, who ranked at the top, couldn't resist at all, let alone them.
What they were afraid of was that Tian Cang wasn't a ghost born in the Land of Terror, nor was he a being of Haoran. He was a cruel and cold-blooded foreign heavenly devil.
When it came to the Heavenly Demons of the Outer Realms, their reverence was ingrained in their bones and they trembled in fear.
In the depths of the brilliant river of stars transformed from the Soul Crossing River, Tian Cang, who had a blue face and sharp fangs, grinned viciously.
It had been a long, long time since he had been so happy.
As the last surviving Demon God of the Blue Devils, he had witnessed the decline of his race with his own eyes.
He had snuck into Haoran many times, and seen how the humans of this realm had risen at an unimaginable speed. They had replaced the demons and dragons and become the rulers of this realm, and even the entire universe.
In the end, he had been subdued by the being in the giant bronze coffin.
Unfortunately, times had changed too quickly. Even the Shenhun Sect had been banished from Haoran by the five supreme forces, and he had been imprisoned in the forbidden land of Fallen Moons.
Countless years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Finally, he could hold his head high and fulfill his ambitions. How could he not be excited?
When he was still a heavenly devil, he had cultivated to the level of a Demon God. A heavenly devil's Demon God was equivalent to a human's Freedom Realm expert and a level nine demon's.
His combat strength was equivalent to a Ghost King's.
However, in order to break free of the restrictions of the forbidden land of Fallen Moons, his Demon God cultivation had plummeted. When he had left, he had been surrounded by the three great sects and forced to enter the Land of Terror to cultivate the Ghost Dao.
Who would have thought that he would find a new path for himself?
After he had become a Ghost King, his heavenly devil aura had been swept away. He traveled Haoran as Tian Cang and used his stealth techniques. Surprisingly, no one could see through him.
With ease, he appeared in various parts of Haoran, quietly accumulating strength.
He waited until the one in the bronze coffin was born. He waited until Haoran was in chaos. He waited until the Land of Terror had the soil to create ghosts and gods.
He had waited for everything.
After suffering comes happiness!
"Hu!"
With a thought, the blue shadow rolled over and swallowed another ancient ghost that was loyal to the Nether Capital.
After White Robe, another subordinate of Mingdu died tragically.
"Mingdu, I'm at the Soul Crossing River that you control. If you want to snatch the ghost god, then come in and fight."
Standing on the altar, Tian Cang's eyes blazed fiercely. "It's time for the laws of this world to change. Mingdu, your era has passed. Don't miss it anymore. "
Cao Jiaze had fled in fright, the white-robed man had been killed, and the tens of thousands of Specters who had just pledged their allegiance to the Nether Capital and worshipped them had fled under the threat of death.
Who else could be Tian Cang's opponent?
Holding the scabbard in his hand, Yu Yuan felt the newly added sword light and sword intent at the bottom of the scabbard. A strange feeling arose in his heart.
Was it over just like that?
Tian Cang's appearance and occupation of the Blood Spirit Altar had made his and White Bone's plan and his contract with the source of the Yin veins laughable and meaningless.
Tian Cang alone had solved all the problems. He didn't need to do anything at all.
But because of the one in the bronze coffin, Tian Cang was so respectful to him...
"I've finally witnessed the power of the Shenhun Sect."
Luo Yue's soul form emerged from the flower basket. Holding the basket again, she smiled brightly at Yu Yuan and said, "Do you want to do it yourself, Qianqiang Ghost, or should I?"
Yu Yuan turned around and looked at the golden-armored ghost that was dodging in midair not far away, but didn't dare to leave.
The Qianqiang Ghost was dodging the blue shadow formed by the Turbid Demon Fetus. He didn't dare to leave because the Nether Capital hadn't given him an order.
Out of his deep-rooted fear and reverence for the Nether Capital, he was still afraid even though the Nether Capital was in a passive position.
"I'll do it."
Thinking back to the cruel scene of the Qianqiang Ghost tearing apart Li Yuchan's yin soul, Yu Yuan was filled with killing intent. "Let's go."
The Fiend Demon Cauldron carried him. He gripped the scabbard with one hand and charged towards the Qianqiang Ghost.
"Do you have a death wish, kid?"
The Qianqiang Ghost howled. A great rumble came from a refined yin mountain far away. He immediately gathered power and used a secret art.
Suddenly, there was a golden drizzle that filled the sky, falling sparsely.
Yu Yuan controlled the Fiend Demon Cauldron to fall to the ground. The black screen of light created by the Fiend Demon Cauldron crackled and sparks flew.
"Not enough."
Yu Yuan shook his head with a cold expression. "Is this all you've got, Qianqiang Ghost? You want to hurt my soul by using a few soul blades from afar? I told you that I would kill you in the way you're used to! "
Whoosh!
Suddenly, thousands of fiend demons formed a soul formation and surged out of the mouth of the cauldron.
The "blood moon" that the Second Fiend Demon had transformed into looked like a blood-red crescent moon at the center of the soul formation.
The strange formation formed by the fiend demons enveloped the Qianqiang Ghost from afar. Suddenly, an endless wave of evil mind energy exploded from within and swept over like an ocean.
The soul inside the Qianqiang Ghost's golden armor body twisted under the impact.
This ancient ghost that was loyal to the Nether Capital was cleansed by billions of chaotic thoughts in an instant.
Every wisp of his refined soul thought, every bit of his memory and power were filled with negative energy that did not belong to him, but could affect him and make him go crazy.
At this time, the scabbard in Yu Yuan's hand was pointed at him.
When the "Soul Breaking Slash" was formed, when Yu Yuan's soul energy, blood energy, and spirit energy mixed together, when the seven acupoints in his chest and the "Yin Sunflower Essence" responded, all the ghosts that could feel the sword intent felt as if their souls were about to shatter.
Even Luo Yue, who had been looking after him and was afraid that something would happen to him, paled slightly.
The sword intent alone was enough to make her feel as if her soul was about to scatter. How terrifying was this sword?
Luo Yue suddenly understood why someone as strong as Bai Gu thought of Yu Yuan as an ally and wanted to rely on Yu Yuan's scabbard to use that sword art to trigger the remaining sword energy of a Moon Severing Realm cultivator in the "Soul Crossing River" to kill the Nether Capital.
The sword intent of this sword was formed to deal with ghosts like her, Bai Gu, and the souls of the Nether Capital.
Its destructive power surpassed that of thunder and lightning!
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!"
The remaining ancient ghosts didn't dare to leave. They just stared at the Nether Capital.
At this moment, the tall Nether Capital stared at the "Soul Crossing River" and Tian Cang, who was stepping on the Blood Spirit Altar as if it were his Achilles' heel, with a grim expression.
"Either you come in and fight me, or you withdraw from the War of Ghosts and Gods in the Land of Terror and obey my orders from now on." Tian Cang locked eyes with Qin Lie. "As long as I'm in the Soul Crossing River, you won't be able to teleport away. And I'll crush the Soul Crossing River bit by bit and shatter the soul tool you rely on. "
"Shatter it?" The Nether Capital's expression changed.
Bai Gu's expression also changed.
Like the Nether Capital, the "Soul Crossing River" came from the source of the Yin veins. It could be said that it was an earth-shattering soul tool formed by the will of the Land of Terror.
Back when the Nether Capital had been "killed" by a Moon Severing Realm cultivator, he had held back as much as possible to avoid damaging the "Soul Crossing River".
This was because he knew that the "Soul Crossing River" was deeply connected to the Land of Terror. It couldn't be separated from the Land of Terror for a long time.
Similarly, it couldn't be damaged.
The Nether Capital could die and disappear, but the "Soul Crossing River" couldn't be destroyed.
"You heard it too, Bai Gu?" The Nether Capital in soul form suddenly looked at the silent Bai Gu. "I know you're fighting for it. I also know that it won't allow the Soul Crossing River to be damaged, and it won't let an otherworldly devil ride on its head. "
"What do you want?" Bai Gu said quietly.
"I'll borrow your bones and let my soul enter your body."
"I'll release my bones. If you're not afraid, then come in."
"What do I have to be afraid of now?"
Whoosh!
The Nether Capital's soul suddenly burrowed into Bai Gu's body. The souls of the two Ghoul Kings who were neck and neck a thousand years ago merged into a white skeleton today.
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