Chapter 1585: Ghost King Makes a Move

anslation:Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Under the duress of several Nether Demons, Zhao Zhen led them to an ice cave. This place was just as bitterly cold and unbea...Chapter 1585: The Ghost King Makes a Move (1/1)

On his way back at full speed, Lu Xia Tian quickly went over everything that had happened that day in his mind. First, he heard the news of Bing Hun Lao Gui's demise and Xiang Hua Xin Zu Shi's injuries, followed by Luo Zhong Ting appearing, someone who he thought had died hundreds of years ago. Unexpectedly, in the end, he actually succeeded, merging with the skeletal remains of Fu Tu Xing Seng. However, it didn't seem like a complete success, still carrying some characteristics of Fu Tu Xing Seng.

The woman who appeared after this, called the Wind and Snow Demoness, was even more mysterious. Within a day, two more Nascent Soul stage powerhouses emerged, and they seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with that Purple Crocodile Ghost King. The situation for the Human Race was extremely unfavorable. Perhaps it was as the Golden Needle Taoist said, the only way out now was to join forces with the Qin clan and form a complete eighteen Golden Men.

"Haha, Old Monster Xiang, even at this point, you dare to be so stubborn." The one-eyed Demon Man's giant eye saw that Xiang Huxin had spat out another mouthful of blood. He couldn't help but feel a surge of relief and burst into laughter. A black magic gourd in his hand spewed out streaks of black light balls. As they landed on the ground, they exploded like flowers blooming in the air, transforming into strands of demonic vines. In the blink of an eye, they formed a dense jungle of darkness. But these vines in this jungle were alive, with gnashing teeth and claws, choosing their victims to devour.

Xiang Huazixin let out a cold snort, her Qingfeng sword flashing in her hand. In mid-air, it split into ten, then a hundred, then a thousand, forming a dense forest of sword shadows that cut through the demonic vines one after another. The severed vines shrieked in agony.

"A good item, old monster!" The One-Eyed Demon roared, and the black demon gourd suddenly enlarged in mid-air to over ten feet. Its mouth resembled a giant maw, and with a sudden suction, it drew in the multitude of sword shadows into its belly.

Xiang Huaxin was naturally unwilling to be so controlled by the one-eyed demon. He felt deeply humiliated in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that he had been severely injured this time, how could he have been troubled by the old demon's methods

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In another place, a Green Armored Skeleton released a Corpse Lion Crocodile Monster. Riding atop this lion crocodile monster, he wielded a blood-colored bone spear, its shadow forming a forest as it swiftly charged towards the leading member of the Fu City troops.

Su Qing's eyes flickered, and with a wave of her green banner, a headless corpse leaped out from it. Xiang Haxin, who was fighting the One-Eyed Demon King in the distant sky, couldn't help but jump at the sight. The body of this headless corpse was instantly recognized as that of Bing Hun Lao Gui. Unexpectedly, he had been refined into such a powerful evil thing so quickly. Seeing this headless corpse, Xiang Haxin couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. As fellow cultivators who had reached the peak of power in this world, who could have imagined that they would end up separated from their heads and their bodies being transformed into ghostly creatures

"Ugh!" With a wave of her green banner, Su Qing's movements were swift. From the severed neck of the headless corpse, a mournful wail, filled with chilling sorrow, flew towards the day-heart and Fu Yong standing closest to her.

This headless corpse emanated an eerie aura. Even the powerful Yi Tian and Fu Yong didn't dare let it get too close. They immediately summoned six earth and fire giants, each wielding a long sword that whirled like dragons as they attacked the headlesss corpse of the Ice Soul demon.

Pu pu.... The headless corpses were continuously struck by the long sword, which emitted lava flames and a yellowish-brown aura. However, they seemed unaffected, suddenly turning into gray mist and dissipating tens of meters away before reforming once again.

The green-armored skeleton's blood spear was clearly refined in a unique way. Every time the bloody bone spear struck, it carried the eerie cries of a ghostly weapon. Each spear shadow transformed into a crimson demonic lotus, and in the blink of an eye, these spear shadows bloomed across the entire airspace, turning the area within several meters into a sea of blood-colored lotuses.

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The Raijin giant controlled by Fu Cheng and the three Mujia giants controlled by He Yu swung their blades, slashing the lotus pond into pieces. Even the green armored skeleton in the middle was quite embarrassed. After all, the green armored skeleton wasn't a Nascent Soul monster. The three Mujia giants used the Jiumu Formation attack technique, which exceeded the attacks of three cultivators at the True Intent level. The Mujia giants are driven by the Lingmu seal and do not need to consume He Qiong's mana. Once they attack, it's like a tidal wave, with continuous and relentless attacks.

Before long, Su Qing's headless zombie controlled by the green flag was barely able to withstand the opponent's attacks, and the Green Armored Skeleton appeared to be in a perilous situation. However, at this time, the Green Armored Skeleton, forced into a desperate situation, was not panicked at all. Instead, he let out a sinister sneer and threw a ferocious ghost talisman into the sky.

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"Netherworld Talisman, quickly retreat!" Xiang Huaxin saw the Netherworld Talisman at the forefront and roared a warning.

“It’s too late, Ghost King, come out and exterminate all those who dare to provoke your majesty.” The Green Armored Skull roared, and the Nether Ghost Talisman in mid-air transformed into a gray portal, like a door opened in time and space. Inside, a purple crocodile-headed Ghost King sat on a bone throne, flanked by handrests each built from a skull. The Purple Crocodile Ghost King placed his arms upon the skulls.

"The Eighteen Golden Men crafted by the Emperor of Qin Ridge, a pity, they'll never have another chance to form an array again. With the Eighteen Golden Men broken, this lord wants to see if there's anyone else in this world who can stop him." The Purple Croc Ghost King laughed wildly, his left hand shot out, and gray whirlpools surged from the void, instantly encircling the thunder-type giant released by Hu Cheng and the three wood armor giants offered by He Qiong. No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't escape the Purple Croc Ghost King's control.

Four gray vortices simultaneously surrounded the thunder giant and the three wooden armor giants summoned by Heqiong, dragging them to one side. No matter how they resisted, they could never break free from the shackles of the Purple Crocodile Ghost King.

The Purple Crocodile Ghost King didn't stop his assault. While those giant figures were immobilized, Xi Kong swiftly unleashed a series of palm strikes. The grayish ghost energy, pure and refined to the extreme, transformed into several incredibly agile ghost snakes that slithered eerily through the air, approaching Fu Cheng and He Qiong.

Even giant statues were effortlessly subdued by the Purple Crocodile Ghost King. How could Fu Cheng and He Qiong, two cultivators of the True Intent level, possibly stand against him They offered almost no resistance and were quickly ensnared by the ghost snakes formed from ghostly energy, which then burrowed into their bodies.

With a deafening boom! Fucheng, the vessel of the Ghost-Faced Black Robed Man, instantly shattered into countless stone fragments. He Yuyu was also reduced to a bloody pulp. The air reeked of the pungent smell of blood.

"Chieftain!" "Brother He!" On the other side, Fu Yong, who was fighting fiercely with the Headless Corpse of the Ice Soul Demon, let out two cries of anguish. Besides feeling sorrow for the deaths of the two, there was more despair. Even Fu Cheng and He Qiong had fallen, Lei Yin and Ling Mu Yin fell into the hands of the Purple Crocodile Ghost King, and the last means to checkmate him no longer existed. Among the Human Race's Nascent Soul Ancestors, the Ice Soul Demon had fallen, Xiang Huaxin was severely injured, and after dominating this world for countless years, would the Human Race come to an end

"Haha, the world is vast, who else can compete with this king!" The Zi'ao Ghost King still sat on the bone chair, his hands resting on the two skeletal hands beside him, laughing heartily. With a flick of his wrist, he was about to grab the Lei Yin and Ling Mu Yin in his hand.nse wealth and honor, as a dragon, he could only obtain these through subservience. Ao Ming, along with countless other dragons, were unwilling to live under this perpetual oppression. 。Even if many w...