Chapter 460

Chapter 460: Vanquishing the Ghostly Den

“I found it!”

Li Hui searched the Fox King’s soul and suddenly looked to the south, saying, “It’s not far, just ten thousand miles. Cheng Yuyan, so you reign over Falling Lord Mountain, no matter how many ghost kings serve you, prepare to face my wrath!”

“No, the Ghost Fox Sect will come together to hunt you down,” the Fox King roared, but he couldn’t stop himself from losing control of his soul.

“I know, I purposely let you spread the word to lure the Ghost Fox Sect to send Ghost Foxes here. If I resolve the fate with Cheng Yuyan, how can the Ghost Fox Sect stay out of it?” Li Hui disregarded the Fox King’s shock and casually dispersed the lingering remnants of his soul.

At the same time, all the branches of the Ghost Fox Sect, thousands of Ghost Foxes howled at the moon, as the sect faced challenges from human cultivators, something that hadn’t happened in thousands of years.

“All our ghost cultivators will hunt this boy down,” a decree was issued from the main temple of the Ghost Fox Sect, not only sending Ghost Foxes from all branches but also mobilizing the nearby Yin Moon Dynasty forces, placing heavy obstacles along the way.

Li Hui had been in the territory of the Yin Moon Dynasty for two days, slaughtering cities and destroying camps, and despite efforts to block information, the Yin Moon Dynasty could not possibly remain unresponsive.

Thus, as he ventured five hundred miles out, he saw hundreds of shadows rushing from the horizon, with a ghost king roaring, “The dynasty offers heavy rewards for the extermination of human cultivators, kill!”

“Boom, boom, boom…”

Li Hui drew out a bamboo tube and activated its mechanism, and in an instant, the greedy wolf Yin Bone Spikes shot out. Caught off guard, most of the ghost kings fell, while a few others stared blankly as a talisman light marked their foreheads.

“Fall!”

The Tian Xu Corpse Disintegration Falling God Talisman unleashed its power, causing the ghost kings’ bodies to crack. Just as they sought to recover, they were suddenly drawn away by a powerful force.

Han Wu held the Ghost God Seal, stepping in to suppress and bind the severely injured ghost kings, allowing the Yin Thunder Gu to draw them into the swarm of insects.

Li Hui advanced rapidly, pushing forward another five hundred miles, where he discovered dark soldiers and ghost generals arrayed in preparation, with a ghost general brandishing a Spirit Banner and shouting, “He’s entered the formation, seal off a hundred miles!”

“Boom, boom, boom…”

Flags rose on the surrounding peaks, and ghost ships sailed above in the air.

That wasn’t all; as dark clouds parted overhead, three mountains of corpses revealed themselves, countless dark soldiers standing atop, waving flags and shouting, and cavalry riding ghostly horses soared into the sky.

Li Hui found himself surrounded inside and out, yet he showed no sign of fear.

“Come on, the miniature Buddhist nation appears!”

He simply pointed, and a vast light filled the air, revealing golden temples, countless buildings, and walls. The recitation of scriptures spread out, making the ghostly beings tremble with unease.

“Crack!”

Suddenly, the Buddhist nation expanded outward, flipping to the side; countless buildings and walls came crashing down, sending millions of dark soldiers scrambling for cover.

Dark soldiers are fine for forming arrays, but they break under overwhelming external force, taking time to reorganize. Some zombies and skeletons shattered immediately, utterly unprepared for the tactics of human cultivators.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

The ground whipped up a dark wind, carrying dark souls toward the Buddhist nation.

As the second wave of buildings and walls thundered down, even many powerful ghostly beings found themselves buried beneath the rubble; it was indeed an unscrupulous strategy.

With no third wave coming, Li Hui retracted the Golden Shell in his palm, feeling the weight lighten significantly.

This was called eliminating the extraneous and preserving the essence. Many buildings in the Ancient City of Yin Ruins and An Yun City were ancient and dilapidated, suffering from severe damage. Even Que San, commanding dark tide ants, couldn’t retrieve a single tile, making this opportunity perfect for destruction. The thirteen walls of An Yun City had already been blasted by the ghosts of Zhuque Temple, making them unnecessary to keep.

The Yang Gu frenziedly extracted dark energy, while the Buddhist nation greatly cultivated dark souls. Many talisman formations operated, absorbing dark energy and transforming it into dark energy, nurturing the Yin Thunder Gu.

It is noteworthy that the more dark souls were cultivated by the Buddhist nation’s guardians, the more brilliant and powerful the Buddhist light on them became, making their salvation the best pathway for advancement.

Li Hui took out three pieces of black jade.

This is the production from the Haotu Sect’s Ancient Tomb, where the Miao Jade veins have given birth to three pieces of black ghost jade, pulsing like hearts upon their appearance.

“What is that?” the ghost generals quickly reined in their horses. They had no heartbeat, yet suddenly their chests thumped, feeling an inexplicable wave of panic.

“Heart Ghost Jade, the ghosts have hearts, slash!”

Li Hui pinched a rough talisman paper between his fingers and sliced through the black jade. With three crisp cracks, numerous cracks appeared on the surface of the jade.

A strange scene unfolded as the ghost generals tumbled from their horses, and the ghost horses and surrounding ghostly beings collapsed as if cut down like wheat.

“Gather!”

Golden light swept across, and no ghostly beings remained within thirty miles; even the three mountains of corpses above lost many dark soldiers to the Buddhist light, causing the drifting ghost ships to crash down, four of them immediately destroyed.

“Go!”

Li Hui rode the nine-colored deer forward, breaking through the obstacles in an instant. This formation couldn’t contain him; even if there were ten times as many ghosts, it wouldn’t matter.

“Kill!”

The powerful ghost generals roared, leading their forces in a frenzied charge, swinging a Moon Viewing Purple Spear, ready to unleash their ultimate skills as their arms burst with infernal fire, but they were interrupted by the sound of breaking air.

“Boom, boom, boom…” The monkey king swung his axe, instantly exploding the ghost general.

Li Hui slapped the neck of the nine-colored deer, causing it to reverse colors; it twisted outward, shattering hundreds of ghost riders.

“Run!”

The form of the nine-colored deer flickered repeatedly, and with a final “pop,” it vanished. When it reappeared, it had already crossed three thousand miles across the Yin Mountains.

Li Hui couldn’t help but frown; he should have rushed out five thousand miles in one go, but was instead blocked by heavy obstacles. The Yin Moon Dynasty and Ghost Fox Sect had deployed significant forces here.

“Boom, boom, boom…” The earth trembled as Ghost Foxes, dark soldiers, ghost generals, ghost kings, yakshas, yin armas, green ghosts, and various kinds of ghostly beings appeared. Among them were green-haired and red-haired zombies, with mountains of corpses flying in from the distance, while many ghost ships raced above them.

To trap Li Hui, the Yin Moon Dynasty and Ghost Fox Sect began to unleash their true power.

“Roar…” Thousands of Shadow Beasts appeared, including corpse bears, shadowy birds, and skeletal snakes that rushed closer; they formed powerful cannon fodder.

“Haha, finally something interesting,” Li Hui laughed heartily, sitting on the back of the nine-colored deer, waving his robe, witnessing a million beams of talisman light erupting from his sleeves, burning wildly into a storm of talisman flames.

These spirit talismans were hastily prepared by returning to the Haotu Sect, with contributions from disciples of the Blood Talisman Sect and Talisman makers recruited by Jieyin, enough for a series of ten explosive attacks.

“Kill…”

After a million spirit talismans, another million followed, each talisman on the surface glinting with silver light, boosting their power by over thirty percent, causing a whirlwind to erupt.

Li Hui waved his sleeves again, unleashing one explosion after another, occasionally using miscellaneous talismans that were accumulated by the Blood Talisman Sect over the years, managing to take down some ghostly beings.

Such a scene infuriated many ghost kings, who quickly waved their command flags, ordering their army to push forward a war chariot made from piles of bones, with a giant red spear branded with purple ghostly inscriptions tied to it, aiming fearfully at the human cultivators opposite them…