The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

Xu Rulin didn't react to the voice, as if he didn't hear it.

He just gathered his magic power, made a gesture with his hands, and pointed at the Yinhun Banner.

When the Ghost Banner was driven, the huge ghost face on the banner immediately emitted a dark light.

Then, streams of black mist emanated from the banner and instantly enveloped the Netherworld. Many ghost shadows appeared faintly in the mist.

Ahhhhh!

As the black fog spread, screams rang out one after another.

After a while, the screams gradually subsided.

At this time, thousands of rays of light flew over the horizon, like stars, heading towards Xu Rulin.

At this moment, those monks who were very lucky and not covered by the Ghost Banner, as well as the monks in the market not far away, all felt that something was wrong when they saw this scene.

"After waiting for a hundred years, the ghost king of the ghost country finally couldn't wait any longer."

"It is right to follow the Grand Elder to guard here. As long as we refine the ghosts in the ghost country, we will be able to break through."

"It's too early for you guys to be happy. That ghost king is no ordinary person... But if we can gain something from this trip, it will be worth the hundred years we have wasted."

While catching up with Xu Rulin, the seven elders of the Ghost King Sect excitedly communicated with each other.

When the seven people and the thousands of disciples they led finally arrived behind Xu Rulin, everyone bowed and saluted, saying:

"The Supreme Elder!"

The sound made by tens of millions of people, even without the blessing of magical power, could be heard over dozens of miles.

Xu Rulin took a glance and just nodded, then continued to control the thousands of ghost slaves that emerged from the Yinhun Banner.

Seeing the Grand Elder's cold attitude, the seven people did not dare to say much and just stood aside waiting for instructions.

However, the disciples who followed were somewhat confused, but they also knew that something big was about to happen in the Nether Abyss.

Everyone was a little uneasy because of this.

It all happened too quickly, from the inexplicable death of the elder to being led to the Netherworld.

These disciples were like puppets at the mercy of others and didn't even know what was happening.

I am totally unprepared at this moment and can only hope to save my life.

But the Grand Elder has been alarmed, and no one dares to guarantee safety. Moreover, no good things have ever happened to anyone in the Demon Sect.

……

At the end of a tunnel in the Ghost King Sect’s mine, beneath the Netherworld.

This is a cave with a very large space. There is a huge furnace in the center. A ball of black flame is burning in the furnace, which is distorting the surrounding space. It seems that the temperature is extremely high.

There are many ghosts around, walking and floating.

The ghosts were holding various tools in their hands. Some of them held a piece of Netherworld Stone and threw it into the stove from time to time, while others held a huge fan and fanned the black fire beside the stove.

Some ghosts held a bottle of black liquid and poured it into the stove from time to time. As soon as the black flame touched the liquid, the fire immediately became more intense.

All the ghosts that should have lost their intelligence and only knew how to kill were now busy and in order.

What made all this seem so out of place was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with black hair draped over his shoulders and a crown on his head, floating above the stove.

But there was a black mist emanating from this man, which made people feel weird at first glance.

Wei Xiong was excited as he watched the magic weapon that he had worked so hard to refine gradually taking shape in the furnace.

"Now, thirty years have passed, and this soul treasure is finally going to be completed!"

At this time, a sound transmission note was transmitted from outside the formation covering the place. When an evil ghost in the field saw it, it immediately sucked it into its hand and then floated to Wei Xiong.

Wei Xiong looked at the sound transmission talisman sent by his men in front of him, and tore it apart to activate it. A voice also came out from the talisman:

"Elder Qiu, something terrible has happened. The formation protecting the mine has just been attacked. It looks like a third-level ghost is attacking. Elder, please help us."

Hearing this, Wei Xiong frowned, glanced at Qiu Feng who was fixed on the ground by seven rivets and fell into a deep sleep, and then released his spiritual consciousness and transmitted his voice outside the formation:

"I am in seclusion, and it is a critical moment. If you have any questions, please go to Elder Song to resolve them."

The disciples outside the formation heard the voice transmission, and after listening to the content, they immediately looked bitter and felt a little depressed.

He shouldn't have rushed to inform the elders in the first place. Now that Elder Qiu is still in seclusion, he can only go find Elder Song.

Elder Kesong was in the worst mood at the moment because of the death of one of his juniors.

If Elder Song was also in seclusion, and he disturbed him, he might be dealt with before the enemies outside.

When the disciple was leaving with heavy steps, a black shadow passed under his feet and rushed into the formation without any hindrance, but the formation did not react at all.

In less than a few breaths, a ball of black mist appeared around Wei Xiong, and then gathered into a human shape.

Gradually, the figure in the black fog became clearer and clearer. He was wearing black armor and his face was still blurry. Only his blood-red eyes were frightening.

The black fog that appeared in the void condensed into a human figure, who lowered his head and half-knelt in front of Wei Xiong, and a dull voice sounded:

"My king, we have been exposed. Xu Rulin from the Ghost King Sect has already taken action."

"At this moment, the sky above the Netherworld Abyss has been blocked by the Ghost Banner. Please give me your instructions, my king!"

When Wei Xiong heard what his subordinate said, he was stunned. It was a critical moment, but such an unexpected thing happened suddenly, which made him angry.

"Damn it, Guiyi, but were those ghost soldiers under your command exposed?"

The ghost did not show any emotion when he heard the question, and said in a dull tone:

"My king, calm down. The ghost soldiers have always been under my control and restrained at the bottom. The Ghost King Sect disciples in the mine are also unaware of it."

"I guess that the Ghost King Sect had planned this long ago, and we might have been exposed long ago, otherwise the date wouldn't have been calculated so accurately."

Wei Xiong listened to his subordinates' explanations, and his anger gradually subsided.

This time is really stuck at a critical juncture.

At this moment, he had been working hard for thirty years to refine a rare treasure and was about to complete the last step. He was completely unable to get away, but the Ghost King Sect just happened to attack at this moment.

It looked like he had been prepared for this, just waiting for him to refine the rare treasure and then come over to snatch it away.

As his thoughts turned, he realized that the only solution now was to fight until the strange treasure was completely refined.

Wei Xiong stood in mid-air, and after thinking it through, he suddenly raised his right hand, with his palm facing the Ghost King Sect's elder Qiu Feng on the ground, and then a strong sense of oppression emanated from him.

Qiu Feng, who was lying on the ground, along with the rivets stuck in his body, flew towards Wei Xiong's right hand and was immediately caught in his hand.

Without the seven rivets restraining him, Qiu Feng gradually woke up.

But he suddenly felt a headache, and when he opened his eyes, he realized his situation. He immediately struggled, but it was of no use. He could only beg for mercy, saying:

"Ghost King! Let me go. I know many secrets of the Ghost King Sect. I can help you deal with the Ghost King Sect!"

Looking at the human cultivator struggling in his palm, Wei Xiong paid no attention at all. The black mist surrounding him suddenly rushed towards Qiu Feng's seven orifices like a black snake.

Cough!

Qiu Feng felt the black color rushing into his body, and a heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body. His meridians and dantian were blocked by rivets, and he couldn't even use his magic power.