The strange world of demon cultivators

To prevent ghost attacks during his absence from the God of Wealth temple, which could lead to the destruction of his base, Ji Yao decided to set up airtight restrictions around the temple.

At this moment, Ji Yao had already regarded the God of Wealth temple as his core base in this eerie and bizarre ghost domain.

Since it was his headquarters, he naturally had to do everything possible to protect its safety.

And yesterday, the sudden appearance of that evil ghost served as a wake-up call for Ji Yao.

At this moment, Ji Yao was holding a box of vermilion as red as blood.

He was concentrating on depicting complex and intricate restriction patterns on the gate of the God of Wealth temple.

Just as he was focused, a young man rushed towards him like a gust of wind.

He ran up to him breathlessly and exclaimed anxiously, "Brother Ji, come and take a look!"

Hearing this, Ji Yao raised his head with a suspicious look and asked, "What happened? Why are you so anxious?"

However, faced with Ji Yao's question, the young man kept urging, "Brother Ji, go and see for yourself! I can't explain it clearly right now!"

Looking at the anxious appearance of the young man in front of him, Ji Yao thought to himself that this matter was probably quite urgent.

So, he stopped asking, quickly put down the box of vermilion and put it in his pocket.

Then he followed the young man and ran forward in a hurry.

Following him for less than a minute, they arrived at the northwest corner of the God of Wealth temple together.

Then they walked quickly inside.

Soon, they came to a remote corner.

A group of people had already gathered here, all staring solemnly at the conspicuous crack in the wall, and they couldn't help but feel scared!

And Ji Yao also turned his gaze to the crack and began to ponder.

Staring at the wisps of black gas that emerged from the crack from time to time, as well as a looming black shadow.

Ji Yao frowned and thought to himself, "This matter may be a bit tricky… It must be that troublesome guy again!"

Ji Yao recognized this black shadow as an acquaintance at a glance.

He was the black shadow who had tried to break into the gate a few days ago, but was eventually successfully driven away by Ji Yao.

But he didn't expect that this guy was obviously not willing to give up, and even changed direction to make a comeback.

Watching the black shadow constantly squeezing into the God of Wealth temple, as if trying to forcibly break through the defense line.

Ji Yao couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "This is really troublesome! This thing is so persistent!"

At the same time, in Ji Yao's eyes, the black shadow was roaring with its teeth and claws, looking ferocious;

However, in the eyes of the other five people around.

They could only see the black gas constantly pouring out of the crack, as for the so-called black shadow, it was completely invisible.

After some deliberation, Ji Yao made a decisive decision.

He quickly dispersed the five people gathered here, and solemnly warned them.

Before he finished dealing with this matter, they were absolutely not allowed to approach this place again.

Then, Ji Yao tightly held the box of vermilion in his hand, and walked slowly around the wall.

At this moment, his brow was furrowed, and his mind was rapidly calculating how to capture the strange and troublesome ghost in front of him at the smallest cost!

After careful observation, Ji Yao found that although this black shadow was powerful.

But it exuded a strange aura that was difficult to grasp.

It did not have the strong ghost energy that he could absorb and utilize, nor did it have Yin energy to assist Ji Yao's own cultivation.

All it had was a inexplicable and indescribable power that was constantly spreading outward.

This strange power made Ji Yao feel uncomfortable, and he keenly realized that this power was not suitable for his cultivation path.

So, after making up his mind, Ji Yao carefully put the vermilion in his hand back into the bag he carried with him.

Then, he closed his eyes slightly, quickly made a magic seal with his hands, and chanted a spell in a low voice.

As the spell sounded, streams of black ghost energy gushed out from Ji Yao's body.

Like agile snakes, they twisted and turned, and shot straight towards the crack in the wall, and finally hit the black shadow hard.

The black shadow was originally hidden in the darkness, quietly lurking in the crack.

But when it sensed the danger approaching, it instantly became alert.

Without any hesitation or hesitation, it quickly retreated from the crack like lightning.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Seeing this, Ji Yao couldn't help but feel angry and amused.

He thought to himself, "There is only a thief for a thousand days, how can there be a guard for a thousand days? This time, no matter what, I will completely eliminate it!"

Thinking of this, Ji Yao did not delay any longer, his body moved.

Like an arrow leaving the string, he jumped directly from the wall and rushed towards the direction where the black shadow was fleeing.

Before long, Ji Yao plunged into a dense fog.

This thick fog spread out, obstructing people's vision and making it difficult to see the road ahead.

Just then, Ji Yao suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart—he seemed to have accidentally broken into the territory of the night parade of a hundred ghosts!

No sooner said than done, the black shadow had just drilled into the black fog.

Immediately afterwards, a black light suddenly flashed, accompanied by a shrill scream.

The black shadow was instantly shattered into countless pieces and dissipated into the air.

As the black shadow was destroyed, the thick fog gradually began to dissipate, and a mysterious figure gradually appeared.

It was a person dressed in white, his whole body was tightly wrapped in white cloth strips.

Only a small piece of white cloth was exposed above the head, and through there, you could see a pair of eyes as black and deep as a deep pool.

And the most eye-catching thing was the huge red umbrella he was holding in his hand, which was more than twice as big as his own body.

This person moved his steps slowly and steadily, and walked slowly towards Ji Yao.

The white-clothed man's walking posture was extremely strange, like running and jumping, as if his body was out of control, making people confused.

Ji Yao was originally chasing the black shadow closely, not daring to relax in the slightest.

But just now, the black shadow was scattered by the white-clothed man.

And he also accidentally broke into this mysterious place when he was concentrating on chasing.

Seeing the scene that suddenly appeared in front of him surprised Ji Yao, he was directly facing a person dressed in white.

The white-clothed man obviously did not expect that there was another person following closely behind the black shadow.

In an instant, both of them were stunned, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

However, Ji Yao quickly recovered, he knew that he must not hesitate at this time.

Almost in an instant, he made a seal with both hands, chanted words, and then launched a fierce attack.

A jet-black light suddenly shot out, and slammed towards the red umbrella in the white-clothed man's hand with the force of thunder.

The white-clothed man's movements suddenly stagnated, and the originally flowing walking posture suddenly became a little slow.

Seizing this opportunity, Ji Yao swiftly pulled a red photo frame from his bosom and unflinchingly slammed it towards the white-clothed man's face.

No sooner said than done, the white-clothed man didn't even have time to react before Ji Yao's swift barrage of attacks left him disoriented.

With a crisp 'smack' sound, the white-clothed man's entire body was sent hurtling straight into the small photo frame like a kite with a broken string.

When the white-clothed man finally regained consciousness, he was shocked to realize he was trapped within the extra-dimensional space created by the photo frame, unable to move an inch no matter how hard he struggled.

At this moment, Ji Yao didn't hesitate in the slightest; he deftly stowed away the photo frame.

He casually picked up the red umbrella dropped by the white-clothed man, then turned around and sprinted away from the thick fog without looking back.

What a joke!

He wouldn't dare linger any longer in this black fog filled with eerie aura; who knew what kind of danger might occur in the next second?

Thus, Ji Yao exerted all his strength, his feet seemingly propelled by the wind, and vanished into the dense fog in the blink of an eye.

A sinister and terrifying aura permeated the surroundings, and countless ghosts of various shapes and ferocious countenances surged forth like a tide.

They bared their fangs and brandished their claws as they lunged in all directions, their shrill howls echoing through the sky, sending chills down one's spine.

Faced with so many powerful enemies, even with his considerable strength.

He felt somewhat overwhelmed at this moment, finding it difficult to cope with all these ghosts.

Ji Yao tightly gripped the vibrant red umbrella in his hand, glanced at the black fog, and unhesitatingly dashed towards the God of Wealth Temple.

His figure was agile, swiftly passing through the layers of ghostly shadows like a bolt of lightning, and he dashed into the God of Wealth Temple in the blink of an eye.

After catching his breath, he returned to the mysterious crack.

He was shocked to find a strange-looking little ghost squatting there.

This little ghost exuded an icy-cold aura, its blood-red eyes staring fiercely at Ji Yao.

However, Ji Yao wasn't intimidated; instead, his eyes turned cold, and with a swift chop, he scattered the little ghost's soul.

Immediately afterward, he skillfully took out a delicate soul-sealing bottle and collected the little ghost's shattered soul into it.

Looking at the dark crack before him, Ji Yao pondered to himself:

"It seems that the evil spirits that invaded this place yesterday indeed sneaked in through this crack."

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and quickly took out a box of cinnabar from his bosom.

Then he squatted down and began to draw intricate and mysterious patterns at the mouth of the crack with great concentration.

As Ji Yao's brush danced, smooth and interconnected runes gradually emerged.

These runes intertwined and coiled around each other, forming a seemingly exquisite restriction.

In just a moment, the restriction was completed.

It covered the crack like a net, completely blocking any possibility of black energy seeping inward.

After sealing the crack, Ji Yao busied himself in the entire God of Wealth Temple without stopping.

Holding a writing brush and dipping it in cinnabar, he focused intently on drawing powerful talismans and all sorts of strange restrictions on the walls, doors, windows, and the ground.

Each stroke and line contained his profound magical power and exquisite skills.

These talismans and restrictions not only possessed powerful effects for warding off evil and expelling ghosts but also formed a beautiful and magnificent artistic scroll.

Before long, the entire God of Wealth Temple had been completely renewed.

Whether it was the roof or the corners of the walls, everything was covered with glittering golden talismans;

And those originally empty places were filled with strangely shaped and colorful restriction patterns.

Looking at this masterpiece he had carefully created, a gratified and satisfied smile appeared on Ji Yao's face.

At this moment, even if another powerful ghost equivalent to a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator were to come.

It would probably be unable to break through these layers of protection and pose a threat to him.

Afterward, Ji Yao called all five people over and began to instruct them to go out with him to find bottles and catch ghosts along the way.

Ji Yao looked at the five people in front of him with a serious expression, "The key to going out this time is to find bottles, catching ghosts is secondary, everyone must be careful and cautious." The five nodded in agreement.

After they left the God of Wealth Temple, they walked along the path, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Suddenly, one of the people walking in front stopped and pointed to an old man who had suddenly appeared by the roadside, seemingly ordinary, and said:

"Brother Ji, something feels wrong." Ji Yao carefully examined him and faintly felt a ghostly aura permeating the air.

Just as he was about to step forward to test him, the old man suddenly revealed a ferocious face and lunged with sharp claws.

Ji Yao dodged sideways and struck back with a talisman.

Upon seeing this, the other five immediately took out their talismans and formed a circle to trap the ghost.

The ghost lunged left and right, emitting a sharp cry.

Ji Yao snorted coldly and took out a ghost artifact he had found earlier—a red thread.

He took out the red thread and threw it into the air. The red thread automatically wrapped around the ghost's body, tightening more and more.

The ghost struggled and continued to shrink, eventually turning into a wisp of black smoke and being collected into the soul-sealing bottle.

"Continue forward, everyone be careful and cautious, there are definitely more ghosts in this area.

Keep your talismans with you and don't be careless!"

After Ji Yao finished speaking, he led the group into the unknown depths shrouded in mist once again.

The group followed Ji Yao deeper into the streets.

As they walked, a dilapidated ancient mansion suddenly appeared ahead, surrounded by ghostly aura.

Ji Yao signaled the group to stop and went forward to investigate on his own.

Just as he approached the ancient mansion, a gust of yin wind blew past, and the door creaked open.

Faint, miserable cries came from inside.

Ji Yao gripped the red umbrella tightly and slowly walked into the ancient mansion.

Many strange bottles were placed in the hall, and something seemed to be sealed inside the bottles.

While he was investigating, several little ghosts suddenly appeared behind him and launched a sneak attack.

Ji Yao quickly turned around and waved the red umbrella to repel the little ghosts.

At this moment, a black-robed ghost walked out from the corner and said in a hoarse voice:

"You ruined my plan, these little ghosts could have been refined further to create even greater power."

Ji Yao realized that something was wrong with the black-robed ghost, how could everything here look so familiar.

Soon, memories of the fallen Cangzhou Realm surfaced.

The same black-robed man, the same ancient mansion!

Thinking of this, Ji Yao suddenly realized that he seemed to have entered a phantom realm specially built for him.

In order to get rid of the influence of the illusion, Ji Yao directly slapped his right hand towards his left hand.

Looking at the out-of-control phantom realm in front of him, Ji Yao was afraid for a while!

Just then, an old man in the phantom realm suddenly summoned many evil ghosts to help him, and Ji Yao and the other five were a little overwhelmed for a while.

At the critical moment, Ji Yao remembered that the layout of the ancient mansion might be useful, so he immediately began to act.

He was preparing to act as a guide, guiding the evil ghosts towards a corner where he had prepared a restriction in advance.

The evil ghosts dissipated one after another when they touched the restriction, and the old man was shocked.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ji Yao used a powerful spell to hit the old man in the phantom realm.

The old man turned into black smoke and dissipated, and Ji Yao also sealed and took away those bottles with magic.

"Let's go, this is a phantom realm, we shouldn't stay here for long."

Ji Yao led the group out of the ancient mansion and continued their journey of catching ghosts and finding bottles.