Chapter Sixty: The Ghost King's Ship

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  The temper of Wan Gui Lao Zu was also explosive, and since he had already made up his mind to go to Ku Gu Feng to make a big scene, he said let's go and left. He carried Lei Dong and flew out of Wan Gui Cave, standing in mid-air. Seeing him wave his hand, a flying boat over ten feet long suddenly appeared in front of the two people.

  Even though Lei Dong had already taken the Ghost King's Boat once before, he still felt a thrill of excitement upon seeing it again. The main reason was that this Ghost King's Boat was too sharp and domineering. Its entire body was dark and cold, covered in streamlined designs like works of art. What was most visually striking were its detailed designs, which adhered to the Yin Xie Sect's evil style. The hull was carved with countless images of fierce ghosts and demons, each one sharp and emitting a faint glow. The entire flying boat gave off an aura of cruelty and ferocity, especially the Ghost King statue at the bow, which was even more ferocious and domineering, having a soul-capturing effect. It made people feel fear upon seeing it, not daring to look again.

  The entire airship lay quietly in mid-air, emitting an aura of infinite gloom and chilliness, as well as a faint black mist, just like a ferocious beast that had just emerged from the nine hells.

  The Ghost King's flying boat was truly enviable, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. This vehicle was far superior to the famous cars and luxury yachts he had seen in his previous life. Unfortunately, this kind of flying boat was not something that a mere Qi Refining stage demon cultivator like him could control, even if he could afford it. Although he had the Reverse Heaven Treasure on hand, which would allow him to spend some time advancing to a high-quality spirit ghost and then auctioning it off.

  However, the top-grade spiritual ghost is a treasure that even the Golden Elixir Ancestors need badly. If he, as a small Qi Refining cultivator, were to take it out and sell it, wouldn't he be skinned alive? Especially after seeing how greedy Wan Gui Ancestor was for the top-grade spiritual ghost last time, Lei Dong immediately gave up on the idea of selling it. At least during the Qi Refining stage, he didn't dare to do so; otherwise, there would only be four words to describe it: seeking death.

  Seeing the greedy gaze of Gui Wangzhou, Wan Gui Laozu also had a hint of pride. Among the thirteen golden elixir ancestors who established their own caves in the Yin Jue Sect, only five possessed flying boats. Moreover, this boat was specially tailored for him, a mid-grade flying boat made from extremely precious materials, its value beyond ordinary means. Such a flying boat was not something that an average golden elixir cultivator could afford to buy or use, and even among the lower-grade flying boats, only about thirty percent of the golden elixir ancestors could afford to use them.

  "Off you go, that old demon is also a hot-headed one. Although not as protective as myself, considering the two Shadow Tiger cubs' faces, it's impossible to just sit back and do nothing." The Old Ancestor of Ten Thousand Ghosts waved his sleeve, and with a burst of thunder, he arrived on the Ghost King's boat.

  As the Wan Gui Lao Zu's divine thought invaded the Ghost King's Boat, the originally calm and stable boat began to tremble slightly. A black misty aura enveloped the flying boat, slowly swirling around it.

  Whoosh!

  The Ghost King's boat shot out at an incredible speed, its tens of feet long body not only didn't appear clumsy, but instead had a kind of indescribable lightness and agility as it turned and soared.

  It was as if there was a thin, transparent veil outside, and Lei Dong stood at the bow of the ship, feeling not even a hint of the hurricane that was flying by at high altitude. Instead, in his ears, he could hear the howling sound of the hurricane, like a ghostly wail. Looking down from high above, Lei Dong felt that the small mountains, forests, and valleys were being thrown behind him with incredible speed. Compared to when he drove the evil spirit's chariot, this was at least several times faster.

  This distance from the Dry Bone Peak is over ten thousand miles. According to Lei Dong's previous flight with the decent but not great Charmsword, it would take at least a dozen hours of desperate flying. Later on, after upgrading to the Evil Ghost Banner, the speed increased significantly, but even so, it took no less than ten hours to arrive. Now, this Ghost King Boat, from start to finish, only spent a mere two hours and arrived above the Dry Bone Peak, slowly hovering above it before gradually descending downwards. Until it reached the martial arts arena built on the mountain platform, almost touching the protective array of the mountain, did Wan Gui Lao Zu truly come to a stop.

  The malevolent and eerie Ghost King Zhou was quite large in stature, with an extraordinary appearance. Naturally, he attracted the attention of those below, but before anyone could call out to him, several flashes of light had already shot into the air above the martial arena, yet they did not dare to surpass the obviously ill-intentioned Ghost King Zhou.

  As the people of Ku Bone Peak gathered, Wan Gui Lao Zu stood at the bow of the Ghost King's ship, with his hands behind his back, and shouted loudly: "Ku Bone Old Demon, get out here for me. Otherwise, I will flatten your Ku Bone Peak today."

  "The peak~~" The last word, as if wandering and shooting in the entire dry bone peak mountain valley, fell into people's ears, powerful and majestic, domineering.

  Although he knew that Wan Gui Lao Zu was acting, Lei Dong saw his own ancestor being so majestic and domineering, and the words he spoke were also so overbearing and arrogant. He couldn't help but feel a surge of hot blood rushing to his head, as if something in his mind was burning fiercely, and he even had the urge to learn from his ancestor and say some arrogant words himself. He wished he could stand on the bow of the Ghost King's ship, majestic and unyielding, not his ancestor, but himself.

  "Ghost King's Ark, the Old Devil of Ten Thousand Ghosts?" A certain disciple of Ku Bone Peak who was stepping on a bony flying sword and thought he had seen it all, exclaimed in shock.

  "Hmm?" Wan Gui Lao Zu gazed down at him with a glance, let out a light hum that exploded in his ear like thunder. Before he could react, a dark green, ominous giant ghost claw grasped him entirely in its palm. As the old ancestor's meaty palm clenched, the disciple only managed to let out a miserable cry before being crushed into a ball of flesh, blood mist swirling, even his soul shattered into fragments.

  As a result, those gossiping disciples of Ku Gu Feng all became silent as cicadas in winter. Their faces turned pale with shock and horror, not to mention avenging their fellow disciple, they didn't even dare to glance at the Ghost King's boat above them. In fact, it was only these Qi Refining stage disciples who were unaware of the true power of the Ghost Ancestor's chariot that dared to gather around to watch the commotion. As for the dozen or so Foundation Establishment stage disciples from Ku Gu Feng's legend, not a single one was seen.

  The performance of Wan Gui Lao Zu not only frightened the enemy, but also made Lei Dong break out in a cold sweat. It's not that Wan Gui Lao Zu was too ruthless or anything, it's just that the Qi Refining stage disciple who was killed earlier had at least seven or eight layers of cultivation. However, he didn't even have the power to resist, and was directly pinched to death by Wan Gui Lao Zu in mid-air.

  The disparity between the characters of Jindan and Lianqi is like heaven and earth. It seems that in the future, we should be even more respectful to the old ancestor of Jindan. The passion just now has completely dissipated, and it's really a bit scary that the old bone ancestor took revenge and jumped out to kill the only Wan Gui Ku disciple present.

  As expected, with the mighty display of Wan Gui Lao Zu. From the main hall below, a furious shout finally came: "Wan Gui, why aren't you staying in your Wan Gui Cave to cultivate? What are you doing running to Ben Zuo Ku Bone Peak?"

  At the same time, a vast and ferocious aura, no less than that of Wan Gui Lao Zu, burst forth from within the main hall, reeking of blood.

  The air was surging with an eerie energy, and the skeletal figure had yet to arrive, but a foul wind preceded him. Even if Lei Dong hid on the Ghost King's boat, he was still overwhelmed by the unbearable stench and aura. In the blink of an eye, a cold, dark energy suddenly appeared, and when it took shape, it was an old man with a rotten face, thin to the point of being skeletal. His eyes were a dull green, like embers, radiating an endless malevolent glow. Even in extreme rage, his skull-like face showed no expression, as if he had reached the peak of anger. "Heh...heh...heh!" He let out a strange laugh, staring fixedly at Wan Gui Lao Zu, as if waiting for him to explain.

  Suddenly felt a bit disdainful of the old ancestor's dry bones, all this has been brought to your doorstep, and yet you still want to hear explanations. Compared to our own family's old ancestor's aura, it is weaker by more than one level.

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