Lu Wenyuan looked at the ghostly head and suddenly felt a little suffocated.
Although he was a Soul Formation cultivator, the ghostly head gave him an even more unfathomable aura, as if it was high above — the heavens!
"I am a cultivator. My fate is not up to the heavens!"
In this life and death crisis, Lu Wenyuan unleashed all of his latent potential. He reached out and grabbed at the air, pulling out a broken blade that was shimmering with spiritual light.
It was a broken immortal artifact, but its power had already surpassed the mortal realm.
He kept chanting a spell and the runes on the blade lit up, releasing a shocking amount of Spirit Qi.
The air faintly rippled and a red and white light flashed on the broken blade. It kept spreading and turned into a huge saber that was more than ten feet long. On the head of the saber, there was a ferocious tiger head roaring.
"Immortal artifact, Mystic Tiger, Seven Killing Slash!"
Lu Wenyuan held the Mystic Tiger Saber and swung it!
Roar!
Along with the tiger's roar, the huge red and white saber light seemed to have turned into a huge tiger and pounced at the green ghostly head.
The next moment!
The ghostly head opened its pitch-black mouth and revealed a mouthful of fangs. Each of the fangs seemed to contain the soul of at least a Soul Formation cultivator, who was howling in pain …
A scarlet tongue popped out and directly pierced through the saber light. Lu Wenyuan only felt a sharp pain in his hands. The immortal artifact, Mystic Tiger, had already disappeared!
"This is definitely a ghostly creature above the Soul Formation realm. Why did I encounter it as soon as I ascended?"
Lu Wenyuan raised his hand and released countless flashing talismans, which gathered together to form a torrent of spells.
At the same time, he directly threw out a small void flag and prepared to teleport away.
He would be stupid to fight a strong enemy to the death. If he wanted to fight, he should at least wait until he reached the same or higher realm.
Roar!
But at this moment, the green ghostly head let out a roar and a black light appeared on its forehead.
Wherever the black light swept past, all the void ripples were destroyed and a huge hole appeared on the surface of the void flag.
The void secret treasure was damaged in an instant!
Lu Wenyuan's teleportation was also interrupted. The Nascent Soul in his body seemed to feel a terrifying gaze and began to tremble.
In the scarlet eyes of the ghost head, there seemed to be countless black insects crawling, wriggling, and flowing out indescribable things …
Just when Lu Wenyuan was in despair, he couldn't help but raise his hand, and a triangular pattern appeared on it.
Countless tadpole-like runes appeared in the air, stacking on top of one another and wrapping him within.
Ka-cha!
In the next moment, the ghost head appeared where Lu Wenyuan was. It savagely bit down, its countless fangs emitting a sharp grinding sound, but Lu Wenyuan had already disappeared …
…
Spiritual Realm.
In a region that was very far away.
Countless tadpole characters appeared, and Lu Wenyuan's figure was spat out from within.
"I …"
"You saved me?"
He looked at the triangular pattern on the back of his hand and laughed bitterly, "So it was all your doing!"
"Without my protection, how could a mere Qi Refinement Cultivator like you advance to the Divinity Transformation Stage and ascend to the Spiritual Realm?"
Chung Shen-soo answered proudly.
Lu Wenyuan fell silent.
He had always regarded the Golden Stamp of Secret History as his own opportunity. He had never thought that it might have an owner or that it might have its own intelligence!
This was clearly abnormal!
"What do you want, sir?"
Lu Wenyuan's face showed a hint of ruthlessness. He was already a Divinity Transformation Cultivator and had experienced a lot in the human world, so he knew when to give up.
At the crucial moment, even if he had to give up this great opportunity, it was better than being a puppet.
"Nothing, I just want to borrow your body to see the Spiritual Realm …"
Chung Shen-soo chuckled softly.
'As if I'll believe you!'
Lu Wenyuan cursed in his heart, but he pretended to be skeptical on the surface. "Is that it?"
"That's right."
Chung Shen-soo smiled and said, "After all, I just saved you once. You don't have to be so afraid of me, do you?"
At the mention of this, Lu Wenyuan's expression softened a little, and he said hesitantly, "Is this really the Spiritual Realm? And what was that ghost head just now? "
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
Chung Shen-soo secretly rolled his eyes and said with a faint smile, "This should be the Spiritual Realm without a doubt. As for your doubts, the cultivators below might be able to answer you."
At this moment, Lu Wenyuan realized that he was high up in the sky, and there was actually a battlefield!
Thousands of Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment Cultivators formed an army, led by a few Core Formation Cultivators, and they were fighting against the black tide of ghosts!
Behind the army of cultivators was a large, dilapidated city. Hundreds of thousands of mortals inside were trembling with fear, as if they were waiting for the arrival of judgment.
"So there are mortals in this Spiritual Realm, and there are quite a lot of them. Their cultivators' realms are not that high …"
Lu Wenyuan was a Divinity Transformation Cultivator after all. He scanned with his divine sense and shook his head, because among those ghosts, there were actually a few Nascent Soul Stage ghost kings!
As expected, not long after the battle began, a greenish-black arm reached out from the dark clouds and crushed a Core Formation Cultivator's magic treasure. Then, it grabbed a white-haired Golden Core Stage ancestor.
Poof!
On the palm, a slender flesh worm emerged, with ferocious fangs on its surface. It directly pierced into the cultivator's dantian, grabbed a gray Golden Core, and swallowed it.
"Howl!"
The army of countless ghosts directly tore apart the cultivator army and began to devour the bodies of the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refinement Cultivators.
As for the few Golden Core Stage ancestors, they were targeted by the Nascent Soul Stage ghost kings, who were ready to cut open their Golden Cores as if they were looking at a dish.
"Xu family's ancestor!"
Luo Yutu rode on a fiery red bead and watched a Core Formation cultivator perish. While she was furious, she was also terrified. "Is the city going to be breached by the demonic ghost calamity again?"
Yin Luo City had records that every hundred years, there would be a Demonic Ghost Disaster.
It would be fine if the cultivators could resist, but if the city was breached, not only would most of the cultivators be slaughtered, but even more than half of the mortals would be killed …
At the thought of that bloody future, Luo Yutu's heart was filled with despair.
At this moment, she suddenly raised her head and felt a terrifying spiritual pressure.
"How dare you ghosts eat people?"
Lu Wenyuan looked for a moment and confirmed that there were no Soul Formation Ghost Sages. He could not help but relax a little. He floated out and grabbed with his five fingers.
Rumble!
A shiny black ring on his hand flew into the air, rippling with endless thunder and lightning, sweeping into the ghost formation.
The power of thunder and lightning was extremely Yang and was even more effective in restraining ghosts. Immediately, countless ghost cultivators screamed in pain and turned into ashes.
However, a few Nascent Soul Stage ghost kings roared, "Human Soul Formation Cultivator? The Netherworld Ghost Sage will not let you go! "
"What Netherworld Ghost Sage? You'll have to find me first!"
Since Lu Wenyuan had made his move, he showed no mercy. He took out a small red flag.
Endless flames appeared, and there seemed to be the cry of a phoenix in it. It landed on the Nascent Soul Stage ghosts and instantly burned them to ashes.
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