Chapter 43: The Ghost King of Gan Chi

  The Ghost King of Gan Chi was extremely majestic and did not personally take action, sitting calmly on the battlefield. In the thick fog, several clusters of pale ghostly flames shone dimly, and the Ghost King of Gan Chi sat high on a chair, wearing armor that covered his entire body.

  Upon closer inspection, however, many faces of suffering and wailing appeared on the armor. The eerie aura surrounding him grew even more intense, transforming into a ferocious tiger with bared teeth and claws, as if ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

  All around sat big and small ghosts, setting up tables. One by one, living people were butchered on them like pigs and sheep, wailing and screaming in pain, their bellies slit open and bleeding.

  It turned out that at the grand feast, they were eating human flesh!

  At this time, the fog rolled in. Then there was a tall and majestic ghostly figure that walked over with trepidation and knelt down on the ground.

  "How is it that you can't even take down a few small villages? The face of the Ghost King Gan Chi was hidden in the black air, and his emotions could not be discerned."

  However, the tall and mighty ghost was already cowering on the ground, shouting: "Spare my life, I won't dare to be presumptuous again. It's just that Shen Tumi is unexpectedly in...".

  "Shen Tu Qi?" The Ghost King of Gan Chi stood up and laughed loudly: "Good, good, good! I've been saying that I want to find this repetitive little person. Wang Zhang, come out and give him 500 ghost soldiers, let's kill this man!"

  Suddenly a ghost appeared and poured the crimson blood from the cup in front of him into his mouth. Then he heavily fell to the ground, clenched his fist and shouted: "Yes!"

  Lift your head up, eyes are completely red. A body of bloody aura, as if it's going to turn into fresh blood and drip down.

  At this time, he was in the belly of Fenglai Mountain, using all his might to refine Qingyu and control the mountain's vein.

  This is not something that can be done overnight, at this time, I felt a huge palpitation, as if some kind of danger was approaching!

  This wasn't the first time Liu Yi had such a feeling, last time with that glass cup thing, it also made Liu Yi feel so strongly in danger.

  "It's so hard to achieve enlightenment!" Liu Yi sighed lightly.

  The way is one foot high, the devil is ten feet high!

  Wishing to ascend to the position of Mountain God, yet there are so many demonic calamities. After deliberating for half a day, I still can't figure out where the danger is coming from this time.

  Re-observing my own aura, it's still quite stable. Although I'm still being oppressed by that black evil energy, the thin thread of green energy on top of my head continues to protect me fully.

  It seems that this danger is not directly aimed at oneself. After thinking for half a day, suddenly enlightened, muttered to himself: "I heard that every year during the autumn harvest season, the Ghost King of Gan Pool would come out and wreak havoc. Could it be that I have been stuck in this mountain belly for so long?"

  Thinking of it, I didn't dare to slack off. Then slowly came out of the mountain belly and returned to the temple in the mountains.

  That Gantang Guiwang guy always appears at this time to kill, of course not for the sake of killing people, but to intimidate and awe with military might. The purpose is naturally robbery...

  In an agricultural society, the most exciting and celebratory natural phenomenon is a bumper harvest. Therefore, people often say at this time, "All farm work has been done, and the five grains have been harvested. The emperor's granary is full, and the gods' warehouse is abundant."

  This is one of the most important sacrificial rituals, at that time, not only will they sacrifice to heaven, but also to a hundred gods. The most important thing is that they will burn food and roots, such as straw, to sacrifice to the spirits. Therefore, it is also called Shehuo Festival!

  This is indeed difficult, the divine spirit is born from the collective wishes of all living beings. At least, the acquired divine spirit is.

  On this day of sacrifice and burning of grains, it is the transformation according to one's wishes. Although what is burned is only straw, but with the power of wishes, it transforms into spiritual food in the spiritual realm, which is real and substantial spiritual food.

  It's better to have a little less wine and meat, but how hard is it to get this spiritual food? Not only can it sustain the gods like incense, but also satisfy the desires of ghosts and spirits.

  It's a rare thing! Liu Yi has the power of summoning, and his divine power can transform into anything he desires, turning it into spiritual food is also simple. However, other ghosts and gods don't have this ability. Naturally, it's highly valued!

  This Ganchi Ghost King makes trouble every year at this time because of this reason. He raises his troops to intimidate the people and offer sacrifices, but he doesn't necessarily want to kill many people. Of course, Ganchi Ghost King is cruel, and his subordinates are all vengeful ghosts and wild ghosts, so every time they come out to kill people, it's not a small number!

  Liu Yi had just come out of the mountain's belly, and outside was pitch black night. He saw the faint firelight below the mountain, accompanied by the distant sound of drums.

  "Not good!"; Liu Yi thought, rushing down the mountain.

  After several months of closed-door training, not only did he refine the Qingyu and control the earth's pulse, but Liu Yi's own divine power also increased significantly. Most importantly, many of the techniques recorded in the "Six Paths Heavenly Classic" had been successfully practiced.

  At this moment, he used the Wind Control Technique and transformed into a wisp of dark wind, lightly floating down the mountain.

  Just after they had set out, a thick fog suddenly appeared, blocking out the light of the fire. It was a heavy fog that had risen up.

  It's just that this fog is not formed by water vapor, but rather it's clearly a result of excessive yin energy condensing.

  Liu Yi blended into the fog, secretly shocked in his heart, and saw that these ghostly objects were indeed numerous. Although they looked like each of them was wearing tattered clothes and had a pale complexion, there were too many ghostly objects, and casually counting, there were hundreds.

  He worried that something was amiss in the village under his jurisdiction, and with a sudden movement of his mind, he changed into these tattered clothes and blended in all the way to Laihuo Ridge.

  Then I saw a group of wild ghosts, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws, rushing towards the spiritual light of our family's land. This layer of spiritual light was transformed from the sacrifices of the villagers, but Liu Yi was not in charge. The spiritual light was originally weak, and now these wild ghosts were recklessly crashing into it.

  Although the touch emitted a terrifying cyan smoke, making those wild ghosts scream incessantly. Even if they came into contact with the spiritual light for a slightly longer period of time, their souls would scatter and flee. However, the spiritual light would also be worn down, slowly retreating backwards bit by bit.

  In the village, although the drumbeat was like thunder, but at this moment the eerie atmosphere was too strong, and it turned into a thick fog that severely weakened the power of the drumbeat. Even outside the village, the drumbeat had become much smaller! It no longer had its original shocking and stirring effect.

  But at this moment, Shentu Qi led the ghost soldiers to charge out, like a mad tiger, killing those wild ghosts that rushed towards Lingguang.

  Liu Yi knew that the village had been able to hold out for so long, thanks to Shen Tuoqi and other ghost soldiers. He secretly felt a lingering fear in his heart, as these three villages were all...

  It's all about one's own foundation!

  But at this moment, a ghost wearing armor rushed out and shouted fiercely: "Shen Tu Xiao Er, the King of Ghosts ordered me to take your life!"

  This ghost had the same miserable and painful faces floating on his armor, as if it was woven from dozens of ghostly spirits. Looking at the weapon in his hand, it was a long knife also made up of dozens of intertwined ghostly souls.

  Although it was the first time they met, they recognized each other at once. Yes, this must be what is called a soulmate.

  Oni can't compare to Liu Yi's skill in manifesting weapons with divine power; the weapons they use are all tempered by devouring souls. Their strength varies depending on the number of souls they've consumed.

  In front of him, the ghost had dozens of ghostly objects on his armor and weapons, so it could only be called a Ten Soul Soldier. If there were over a hundred souls, that would be a qualitative change.