"Where is Bazhun’an!"
The Daluo Nine Heaven Shengxuan Sword, not yet in hand, suddenly soared through the sky.
The Green Scale Ridge in hand shook, also departing the palm, worshipping from afar in mid-air.
The burlap sack swung, clanging.
Xiao Kongtong’s pupils abruptly tightened, forcefully pull it back, the divine patterns on the sack lit up, and the contents inside seed to lose their vitality, returning to silence.
He looked northward in disbelief.
Clang—
In just a mont of distraction, the Kongtong Formless Sword, nurtured within the body for so long, autonomously broke free without command.
"Return!"
Xiao Kongtong extended his hand to summon his saber back, barely managing to call it back, he was shocked.
I am a Sword Deity...
Though he never actively spoke this sentence.
Xiao Kongtong knows his current Ancient Sword Technique level is, within the five regions, on what position.
Not the first tier, that’s Xu Xiaoshou, the older generation.
But if he should claim second, others could only readily fall into third, fighting for miscellaneous rankings beyond.
"Even I almost couldn’t hold my saber..."
In such distraction, with peripheral vision, he saw Fusang had dozens of swords rising, soaring high.
All of them were top-grade, with many fad swords among.
The Evil Sword, The Bewitching Demon, Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, The Voice of Nulan, Ting Chen...
"Even Elder Wuyue couldn’t control his sword?"
Xiao Kongtong felt a bit of consolation yet couldn’t help but feel shocked, who could accomplish this?
Far north, Yin Ghosts howled eerily, and suddenly, another change ensued.
As black as ink poured like a tide, resembling a curtain pulled by an intangible hand, the sky quickly turned dark, swiftly engulfing into night.
Thump thump!
Heartbeats of muffled impact, amidst dead silence where a pin drop could be heard, exploded in the ears of those in Fusang.
In a trance, the boundary between Yin and Yang seed to be broken.
On the horizon where night ets the mountains, a green phosphorescence lit up, from which ghostly creatures leapt out, clawing fiercely.
Though seemingly distant, everyone raised their heads and could see those creatures, either with green-faced fangs or stained with filthy blood, extrely evil, dark and nacing.
"Hundred Ghost Night Walk?"
No, this is not Hundred Ghost Night Walk, this is a crossing of ten thousand ghosts!
No, even "ten thousand" is insufficient to describe, the dim boundary between Yin and Yang stretched from west to east, spanning countless miles.
What is this?
The gates of h*ll?
But the gates of h*ll, how could they be so vast, encompass such breadth?
Ghostly creatures covering the sky like exploded spider eggs, bursting forth from the hell-like boundary, splattering in all directions, attacking from east to west, this was clearly a beast tide... no, an invasion of ghosts into the city... the domain!
Ghost Buddha Realm lost the Buddha, and only ghosts remain!
Wail—
As the shrieks of fierce ghosts echoed from all sides, piercing deeply.
Not just the people in Fusang City, but even Spiritual Cultivators scattered across the Ghost Buddha Realm, were all flustered.
"What on earth is this?!"
Too terrifying.
Soone regretted coming to the Ghost Buddha Realm.
But regret was useless, even now, turning and fleeing seed impossible to escape the coverage of the "Phantom Beast" like Yin Cao.
Buzz!
Breaking barriers between Yin and Yang, ten thousand ghosts press on.
Suddenly from the line between light and dark, a sword’s hum echoed, a figure in white flashed out.
Across several realms, when the world looked, unexpectedly, they could clearly see that figure.
It was a middle-aged man, appearing around thirty or forty, with a resolute face, not extraordinarily ethereal, yet deeply steeped in history with eyes that flickered silently.
His left hand held a bronze lamp, the fla inside flickering, as if the wind might extinguish it at any mont.
At his waist hung a broken sword, its body jagged, the edge curled beyond sharp, seemingly breaking at a re touch.
"This is..."
Yet countless people recognized this sword.
Ranked eighth among the 21 Fad Swords, Ghost Sword, Ghost Hunter!
Among all the extraordinary fad swords of the world, Ghost Hunter is one of the few, not born from heaven and earth, but growing step by step from an ordinary soul weapon through the nurturing of fa.
This sword, it can be said, carries Qingju’s path, and is Lord Shou’s high expectations for Hidden Bitter.
The contemporary sword-bearer of Ghost Hunter...
"Holy Emperor, Hua Changdeng!"
Granted, many generally guessed sothing, yet when this na was uttered with the prefix "Holy Emperor," it still sent chills down spines.
"Holy Emperor!"
"Gasp, such pressure, compared to that ti with the Cold Palace Emperor, he must be here in person, true body?"
"Then is this ’Phantom Beast’ none other than the legendary ’Phantom City,’ rumors say Ghost Sword Immortal is the only true ’Lord of Phantom City’ under heaven!"
"But aren’t even demi-saints unseeable directly, why do I seemingly see the Ghost Sword Immortal... Sword Emperor’s true visage?"
The Sword Emperor not only revealed his true visage.
In just a blink, having traversed from the Ghost Buddha Realm, Hua Changdeng, stepping from the Gate of Fengdu, left the forr site of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe.
"He ca over!"
In a single step, those in Fusang saw clearly, Holy Emperor Hua Changdeng indeed headed in their direction.
The colossal pressure suddenly descended from afar, as if already over their heads.
Yet when looking up, there was nothing.
"Illusion?"
Wail—
Not an illusion at all!
Behind Hua Changdeng, innurable ghostly creatures whistling from the Gate of Fengdu seed to find their rallying point, surging toward Fusang City’s direction.
"I know!"
Soone shouted loudly, "It’s Lingyu Mountain, he is definitely heading to Lingyu Mountain!"
A word awakened the drears.
Fusang City was not the focal point.
Hua Changdeng ca searching for the Eighth Sword Deity, and according to the information revealed earlier by the matchmaker... Bazhun’an resided at Lingyu Mountain!
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