Chapter 61: Great Chaos at Kuigu Peak

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  "What insolence!" The Wan Gui Lao Zu, shrouded in a black mist, let out an angry hum, and his dark gray robe rustled loudly without any wind. At the same time, the black mist transformed into strands of black air that burst outward and expanded rapidly, splitting into two, then four, and so on. In just a few breaths, the sky changed color. The heavens above this region were filled with countless strands of black air, sometimes vague, sometimes clear, covering the sky and forming a somber and eerie space. Looking down from above, it was as if a massive rolling dark cloud had appeared, making it seem like even the most intense sunlight could not penetrate through.

  The whole person stayed inside, only feeling a vast expanse of dark air swirling and fluttering before his eyes, unable to see more than tens of meters away. His divine sense was also having difficulty breaking through the layers of obstruction, trapped in a narrow range. The temperature dropped sharply, and a piercing howling sound came from the ear, making people feel a chill run down their spine, their hair standing on end. Those with lower cultivation couldn't help but have their legs tremble violently, almost falling off the flying magic tool because they couldn't stand firm.

  "Great Law of the Underworld!"

  The withered bones didn't expect Wan Gui to suddenly cast the Netherworld Great Technique, transforming the surrounding environment into a Netherworld space. With an expression of shock and anger, he shouted: "I didn't think your Netherworld Great Technique had reached this level! However, you and I have no grudges or grievances, so why did you come here uninvited? Do you think I, Ku Kuo Gu, am easy to bully?"

  "Desiccated bones, stop pretending to be a garlic vendor." The old ancestor of the Ten Thousand Ghosts once again raised a ghostly aura that was several times more terrifying than thunder. With a slight raise of his hand, the densely packed ghosts poured out of the banner like a tidal wave. In this desolate space, a black and oppressive flood formed. Those ghosts, surrounded by the aura of the underworld, were like dragons returning to the ocean, cheering and jumping for joy, their spirits lifted as they devoured the seemingly endless threads of black air. Each ghost grew more powerful with each thread of black air it consumed, becoming even more ferocious and brutal under the eerie ghostly aura, emitting ear-piercing wails.

  If it were just one or two, that would be fine, but those countless ghosts rising and falling in a mournful howl, listening to which makes one's head swell with rage, blood boiling over and yet the heart feels violent.

  The most frightening thing was that the ghost army in the Wan Gui Banner seemed to have no end, and the flood had already circled several times in the underworld space, but it still didn't seem to be exhausted. That seemingly endless ghost army made every face on the Bone Peak turn pale and powerless, trembling with fear. They were deeply afraid that if the Old Ancestor of Wan Gui had a thought, the terrifying number of ghosts would pounce on them, devouring everything from their souls to their flesh and blood, leaving nothing behind.

  Lei Dong was also stunned, within this circular array, a ghostly realm had completely formed. Those ghosts, having absorbed the black energy, became even more powerful and ferocious. He widened his eyes, hardly daring to believe in this grand yet terrifying scene, thinking that this is what it means to play with ghosts. Originally, Lei Dong thought he was quite skilled at playing with ghosts, but now compared to Wan Gui Lao Zu, the gap was not just a thousand miles apart. This scene, this aura, if someone said one person could take down this entire Bone Peak, Lei Dong would immediately believe it.

  Ku Bone Old Ancestor's face was also extremely solemn, and the rumors all said that this Wan Gui was young and formidable. His ghostly skills were unmatched by anyone in the Yin Sect, and he didn't believe it at first. Now, looking at him, he seemed even more formidable than the rumors. If it were just his Netherworld Great Law and his divine Wan Gui banner, Ku Bone Old Ancestor wouldn't be afraid of him. However, recently, Ku Bone had also heard that Ghostly Evil had suffered a crushing defeat at this person's hands, all because of his top-grade spirit ghost, which had already advanced to the level of a 9th-level Ghost General. A top-grade 9th-level Ghost General, combined with some powerful equipment, would have an overwhelming power that would make others jealous and enemies envious. Ku Bone himself had also weighed his chances, and if he were to fight Wan Gui or the 9th-level Ghost General alone, he was confident of emerging victorious at his current Golden Elixir 6th-layer strength. Unfortunately, the 9th-level Ghost General was Wan Gui's sworn ghost servant, so how could they be separated in battle?

  In this way, the dry bones did not have the conviction of a sure win. Relying on his cultivation that was two layers higher than Wan Gui's, as well as the strength accumulated over three hundred years, at most it would be a draw between the two sides. This was also why he didn't immediately take action when Wan Gui Lao Zu came knocking on his door with his fiery temper.

  He's over 380 years old, and this life has already given up hope of advancing to the undying Nascent Soul. His withered bones have long lost their fearless drive, and in the remaining hundred or so years of his lifespan, being able to enjoy a peaceful late life is the most important thing. As such, he heard Wan Gui shouting at him. The withered bones were annoyed but still suppressed the urge to fight back: "Wan Gui, what do you mean? If I, Ku Gu, have wronged you in any way, please speak clearly."

  As soon as the words came out, the faces of the numerous Kong Xue Peak disciples in the field turned disappointed and ugly. This was not surprising, if it were another sect's elder who normally didn't match up to their own sect's strength coming to cause trouble, yet their own sect's elder was always yielding, then the morale of Lei Dong and the other disciples would naturally plummet.

  "Hmph~" Wan Gui Lao Zu burst out laughing loudly, his voice filled with disdain: "Since you're so sensible, I won't make things too difficult for you. Hand over that hundred-mile scoundrel who dared to sneak attack my Wan Gui Cave's Ting Wu Yan, and let me deal with him. Today's matter will be treated as if nothing happened."

  "Are you saying that Baili Yun ambushed Ding Xiang?" The withered bone's face sank, and his heart suddenly became difficult.

  It's hard to deny that someone like Baili Yun, with exceptional qualifications, only appears once every ten years. With just a bit of nurturing, advancing to the Foundation Establishment stage is almost guaranteed, and even on the Golden Dan path, there's still a 20-30% chance of success. Every decade or so, when such a talented disciple emerges, they're usually snatched up by the Tianmo Palace. This generation was also extremely lucky, producing Dongfang Xiu, that rare genius who appears only once in a century. It's precisely because of this that Gu Yu got his hands on Baili Yun. Just like he had high hopes for Wan Gui and Ding Yuxin, Gu Yu also has great expectations for Baili Yun. If someone were to ask him to hand over Baili Yun, it's likely something he would absolutely refuse to do.

  "Where's Yun'er?" The old ancestor of the dry bones shouted, staring with his eyes wide open: "Let him come out and talk to me. Didn't I warn him not to cause trouble outside?"

  Soon, a disciple came out and replied: "Reporting to the ancestor, Elder Bai just returned not long ago, but...but..."

  "What are you mumbling about?" The old ancestor's dry bones let out a dissatisfied shout.

  "But Bai Li Shixiong was seriously injured and has been unconscious until now. Also, Bai Li Shixiong had self-detonated his left arm and used the Blood Escape Technique to return."

  "What?" The withered bones' eyebrows jumped, and he waved his hand in extreme anger: "Get out!" A surge of dark and violent energy sent the disciple flying, severely injuring him and causing him to fall to the ground, spitting blood, but no one dared to help him.

  "Hmph, you're quite bold. The old ancestor of the Ten Thousand Ghosts smiled coldly: 'You actually ordered your disciple to fabricate such a lie to deceive me? Do you think I've grown up eating vegetarian food?'"

  "Wan Gui, you're deceiving people too much." The withered bones suddenly became extremely furious and said: "Originally, I was thinking of the friendship between fellow Taoists, but I didn't expect to be so calculating with you. Can it be that you still think that I'm really afraid of you?"

  "Alright, then let's give it a try." Wan Gui Lao Zu had come to stir up trouble this time, and only by stirring things up into a mess could he achieve his goal. Ku Gu's tone was slightly harsh, and Wan Gui Lao Zu took the opportunity to counterattack, his face darkening with a sinister grin: "Let me, then, experience your Ku Gu's great technique, old demon."

  Not just tens of thousands, the ghosts that were originally happily devouring the black air in the sky. As if they had received some kind of instruction, they suddenly formed a huge torrent, covering the sun and rushing towards the old ancestor Ku Bone. The ghosts howled together, causing those Ku Bone Peak disciples who only had refined Qi to fall from their flying artifacts one after another.

  Even Lei Dong was also being driven mad by the countless wailing spirits, feeling a surge of murderous aura filling his chest, as if he was about to explode and die.

  Just as he was about to lose control, a majestic and cold aura enveloped him, and all the wailing and howling disappeared. Lei Dong felt that his whole body was covered in sweat, and he knew it was the old ancestor's concern for him, so he couldn't help but look back at his figure. He saw that his tall stature was upright and towering. The old ancestor of the evil sect was actually so meticulous, even when facing a great enemy, he could still think of himself being unable to withstand the cries of ten thousand ghosts.

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