Chapter 8: Ten Thousand Souls and a Thousand Ghosts

  Tang Valley is what school Chen Pan doesn't know, but looking at these people with a serious face, it should be a famous and orthodox school. From the breath, none of these people can match the strange person, but more than ten people together, they should be able to win, right? Chen Pan thought so, and quickly moved his body, like a caterpillar crawling into a relatively safe corner.

  Immortals are fighting, one careless move and you'll become cannon fodder, it's better to hide in secret. Chen hid himself well, then peered through the gap at the situation outside.

  Surrounded by over a dozen people, the strange man was not in the least bit concerned, and instead burst out laughing: "You think you can ruin my good fortune with just over a dozen of you nascent soul stage juniors? You really don't know how to write the word 'death'. How convenient, I'm about to undergo tribulation and need some rich and thick spiritual blood. You're all just in time. Come on and give me your lives! Thousand Ghosts Soul Devouring Great Technique!"

  The strange man let out a loud cry, the formation was activated, and countless black smoke rolled in, wailing and howling sounds echoed everywhere. The sky was already late, and with this, the surroundings suddenly darkened, like midnight, the small town became like hell for a moment, it was really terrifying.

  "Deploy the Demon-Subduing True Flame Formation!" The disciples of Tang Valley didn't flinch, and at the loud shout from that person, everyone immediately took action to take their positions with that person as the center. Although Chen Pan couldn't understand what was good about this formation, he could feel that the auras of these people seemed to be merging together.

  "In my formation, you are all being eaten by corpse worms in your brains! Corpse energy invades the spirit!" The strange man raised his hand and slapped the void towards the Tang Valley disciples below. Countless black things emerged from his palm and condensed into a demonic wind that swept towards Tang Valley.

  "Samadhi true fire, burn!" Tang Gu's disciple shouted loudly, the person in the center pinched a seal and threw a punch at the demonic wind. A flame shot out from his fist towards the demonic wind. Although this flame looked ordinary, as soon as it touched the demonic wind, it instantly turned into smoke and dissipated.

  "Come again, True Fire of Samadhi! Subdue the Demon!" The crowd of Tang Valley disciples shouted in unison once more, over a dozen people releasing flames that condensed into three strands, swirling and flying towards the strange man.

  "Samadhi True Fire!" The strange man exclaimed, "Indeed, there's some skill involved, but a Yuan Ying period disciple can actually conjure flames from the Immortal Realm. However, don't think that this will allow you to win against me, foolish mortal! Behold my Ten Thousand Souls Banner!" With that, he raised his right hand and the black banner fluttered, unleashing countless ghostly spirits with ear-piercing shrieks.

  The ghost in the cloth banner was obviously stronger than the souls that formed black smoke around the formation. The cold air was like a substance, and the three flames were extinguished as soon as they came into contact with it. After extinguishing the flames, the ghost rushed towards Tang Valley's disciples with an unstoppable momentum, its aura turbulent and menacing.

  "It's a sacred artifact, everyone be careful." One of them immediately reminded, then drew the long sword in his hand with a sword move: "Samadhi True Fire! True Fire Fumo Sword!" The other disciples quickly condensed their hands into a seal, and gathered around the person in the middle. With a boost from the others, the person in the middle shot forward like an arrow, charging towards the countless ghostly spirits.

  The strange man let out a cold laugh of disdain: "But a Yuan Ying period disciple, actually thinking of hard-resisting a magical artifact, you're thinking too naively." At this moment, he pinched the incantation in his hand and loudly shouted: "Thousand Ghosts Condense Soul, kill for me!"

  Those countless ghosts, as if summoned, quickly condensed into a cauldron-sized mass and directly struck the flying Tang Valley disciple's long sword. The flames on the long sword were instantly extinguished, and the sword also shattered into dozens or hundreds of pieces like porcelain hitting the ground.

  The first of the Tang Valley disciples fell from the air, knocking over several fellow disciples. The formation was broken, and all those who had formed the array were affected, their faces turning extremely unsightly, with several severely injured ones spitting out blood directly.

  Chen Pan clenched his fists, almost shouting: A group of fools, thinking they're so strong. They knew there were powerful demons here, but they didn't even bring any decent magic tools! Look at them, a simple black cloth banner took down over ten people. Are you here to hunt demons or offer yourselves as sacrifices?!

  This Chen Pan was wrong to blame them, this strange person is actually just a Tribulation Period Peak Realm, but the black cloth banner in his hand has a great origin, it's a mid-grade immortal artifact, and it's not something that these Tang Valley disciples can withstand. If it wasn't for the fact that this strange person's own strength was still insufficient, this black cloth banner would have taken them all down long ago.

  Heavily injured Tang Valley disciples struggled to get up, and they all grasped their magic seals, ready to continue casting spells.

  "You still want to resist, how stubborn. Come and block me again, the aura of death invades your soul!" The strange man raised his hand and a palm struck the air, black energy surged forward. This time there was no formation to resist, the Tang Valley disciples let out a miserable cry and were all seriously injured and fell to the ground.

  That strange man succeeded with one blow, and immediately let out a strange laugh: "Haha, all of you turn into blood dan to help me become immortal! Thousand Ghosts Soul-Biting Formation, rotate for me!" The black smoke that had condensed around them immediately charged towards those Tang Valley disciples.

  Chen Pan couldn't help but close his eyes, these Tang Valley disciples had no ability to resist, they were undoubtedly doomed. Even if he didn't understand cultivation, it was clear that the essence and blood of cultivators would far surpass those of ordinary people. After absorbing the essence and blood of these Tang Valley disciples, this strange person's promotion wouldn't be far off. Moreover, after this battle, the strange person would definitely become more cautious, making it difficult to find him again, which meant that Chen Pan was basically doomed.

  The expected miserable cry did not appear, but instead a loud noise came, Chen Pan immediately opened his eyes to look over, could it be that these disciples still had powerful magical treasures?

  Without any magic treasures, the disciples of Tang Valley were all pale and lying on the ground, only a few with lighter injuries could still move, but the black smoke that had swept over them had disappeared, and the strange man was also nervously looking at the sky.

  "What kind of person dares to ruin Benxian's good fortune!" The strange man shouted loudly, it seems another expert has arrived.

  "But a little demon who has just transcended the tribulation period dares to pretend to be an immortal, truly shameless. Jade Clear Immortal Thunder, destroy it for me!" Along with a loud shout, several blue lightning bolts struck down from the sky onto the monster's magic array.

  That law array was composed of vengeful spirits, and under this attack, countless wronged souls let out mournful wails, deafening the ears and stunning the soul. Chen Pan really wanted to cover his ears, but unfortunately his hands were tied up and he couldn't pull them out. Although the wailing only lasted for less than half a minute, even just that short while made Chen Pan feel like he had lost half his life.

  The mournful cry stopped, and the surrounding fog suddenly dispersed, but it was still dark. Outside, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

  The formation was broken, and the strange man was also injured. He let out a "wa wu" sound and spat out a mouthful of dark, murky sauce.

  "It was the demon of the Corpse Cave, die obediently, I'll give you a quick death!" Chen P'an looked up at the sound and saw a middle-aged man in dark clothes, somewhat thin, flying higher in the air, gazing down at the monster below with a faint smile.