In the distant sky, a new moon suddenly appeared. The moon was like a giant eye, mist flowing within the eye, falling thickly, covering the mountain tops, cascading down the cliffs, and surging down the valleys, getting closer and closer.
During the foggy moonlit night, staying under a tree is not safe. But Chen Shi has not yet returned.
Peng Yan’er grabbed Chen Shi’s skeleton, trying desperately to fly, but Chen Shi was too heavy for her to lift. Peng Yan’er had to drag the skeleton bit by bit to the tree, gather so stones, and cover the skeleton.
From the mist ca waves of soul-shaking roars, and the massive bodies of creatures were faintly visible in the fog.
The sound of chains vibrating ca from the Four-legged Tripod, as if the dry bones inside the tripod had co alive in the mist, struggling fiercely to drag the big tripod.
Peng Yan’er hurriedly flew up, darting into the ancient locust tree, shutting the doors of her ho.
Outside, on the cliff wall, strange sounds like thunder arose. The corpses of ancient gods hanging on the cliff appeared to co to life under the mist’s influence, struggling hard to break free from the spears suppressing them.
Infinite Cliff manifested many strange patterns, and for a mont the thick and resounding Divine Language echoed through the air, as if myriad gods were chanting together. The cliff wall shone brightly, illuminating half of the Yin Mountain peaks!
Peng Yan’er hid in the room, waiting quietly as enormous sounds of mountains collapsing and earth cracking accompanied by dull and shocking roars ca from outside.
She shrank into a corner, her heart deeply worried: "Will Chen Shi brother’s bones be okay outside? Will Peng Ju brother be alright in the Eastern Palace?"
This phenonon lasted all night. By dawn, the foggy moon disappeared, and the phenonon gradually faded away.
Peng Yan’er rushed out of the house at the first light of day, flew to the tree, and saw the heap of stones still there, finally exhaling in relief.
"Why haven’t Peng Ju brother and Chen Shi brother returned?" She was a bit worried.
By noon, a Ghost God rode the Yin wind, hurried from the Heavenly Pond, surrounding the Funiao Village.
Strong crossbows targeted the Funiao Clan mbers, and any movent would an being shot to death.
The leading Ghost God had three heads, wearing armor, looking imposing, eyes like torches. Gazing at the trembling Peng Yan’er, he laughed: "You are Peng Yan’er? Your brother Peng Ju colluded with a Cultivator Ghost, killed the Prince’s Ghost Shepherd and Shen Shen, and the deed was exposed!"
Peng Yan’er turned pale, stamring: "I’ll work to make money to compensate the Prince..."
"The money you earn in a lifeti won’t buy a single Shen Shen. Besides, what the Prince wants is not Shen Shen, but the Blood Lake Scripture."
The Ghost God laughed, "Your brother’s cri was exposed. He used the Blood Lake Scripture to kill many of the Prince’s good hands. After being captured, he refused to reveal how he learned this Cultivation Technique. But luckily, he still has you as a weak point. Capture her!"
His subordinate, a Yaksha Ghost God, strode over, hair fluttering on his head, carrying a small Yaksha holding three sticks of incense.
This Yaksha had a fierce appearance, walking directly towards Peng Yan’er.
At this mont, Peng Yan’er’s neighbor, a middle-aged Funiao, flew to her side, smiling apologetically to the three-headed Ghost God: "Lord, the cri was committed by her brother, what does it have to do with her..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a crossbow shot through his forehead with a swoosh, nailing him to the tree.
The three-headed Ghost God said indifferently: "Being able to comprehend the Divine Language is significant, silence them, leave none."
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Crossbow bolts ca shooting, and many of the Funiao Clan fell into blood pools in the village. Nurous Funiao flapped their wings to fly but were imdiately pierced through their bodies by crossbow bolts!
The village chief was an old Funiao, let out a mournful cry, angrily charging at the three-headed Ghost God, but before getting close, he was pierced through with an arrow!
"Stop! Stop it!"
Peng Yan’er shouted angrily, tears streaming down.
"You want the Blood Lake Scripture, I’ll give it to you, just don’t kill my clan mbers!"
She activated the Blood Lake Scripture, a Blood Pool appeared behind her head.
"She knows the Blood Lake Scripture too!" The Yaksha Ghost God rejoiced, reaching for Peng Yan’er.
Peng Yan’er panicked, her wings spread wide, and her wings expanded rapidly, transforming into a blood-colored sword light, splitting the Yaksha Ghost God’s body in two.
The Yaksha Ghost God froze, his body slowly cracking open, splitting in half, his physical body withering fast, and his Divine Soul falling into the Blood Pool behind Peng Yan’er’s head.
"Capture her!"
Other Ghost Gods lunged at her, Peng Yan’er panicked, her wings fluttered, blood-colored Sword Qi crisscrossed, extending over ten yards.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The Sword Qi grew stronger, blood light danced like Jiao Longs, and suddenly all the blood light shrank abruptly, reverting to a pair of dazzling golden wings spread behind Peng Yan’er, the blood light flowed along the golden wings toward the Blood Pool behind her head.
In the air, dried Ghost God corpses fell like rain.
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