One ran and one chased. In the end.
Ghost King landed at the bottom of the steps of the altar.
In the center of the Ghost King Sect, there was a towering altar in the shape of a tower.
It was in the shape of a heptagon, and it was dark all over.
It pierced straight into the clouds and stood there majestically without moving. When the wind blew on the altar, it whimpered, and it was mixed with a type of crackling sound that spread into the distance. It carried a primitive roughness, but it also had a different kind of charm.
Fang Qiu withdrew the Golden Page Flying Boat. The flying boat unfolded on its own, turned into a golden page, shrank to the size of a book page, and disappeared into Fang Qiu's wide robe sleeve.
The nine students also landed and spread out, besieging Ghost King. Fang Qiu shouted, "Ghost King, quickly hand over our people, or we will not let you go!"
Ghost King stood still and asked with a sneer, "Your people? Who is she?"
Fang Qiu said, "A female student of the Headmaster Academy."
Ghost King said, "I didn't capture a female student. She is the princess of the empire, the Princess of Huashao of the Yellow Dragon Empire …"
Seeing that Ghost King already knew the identity of the Princess of Huashao, Fang Qiu no longer hid it and said, "Yes, she is the Princess of Huashao. It is because she is the Princess of Huashao that we have to take her back at all costs."
"Hehe, is that so? Then I'll tell you. It's precisely because she's the princess of the Yellow Dragon Empire that I won't let her go so easily. Go back and tell the ruler of the Yellow Dragon Empire to send an envoy to negotiate with me. Otherwise, hehe … the outstanding beauty Princess Hua Shao will become my exclusive property …" The Ghost King proudly said.
"Ghost King, don't be delusional," Fang Qiu said and waved his hand. Immediately, the nine people moved together and besieged Ghost King.
At this moment, ten figures flew over from all directions. They were ten gloomy and terrible old monsters. These ten old monsters were the ten elders of the Ghost King Sect.
The ten elders flew and let out ghost howls. The sound was harsh and shocking. Hearing this sound, the eight students all trembled in fear and uneasiness.
The Ghost Howl spell was closely related to one's cultivation. A Ghost Soldier's Ghost Howl was far less powerful than a Ghost General's Ghost Howl, and a Ghost General's Ghost Howl was inferior to a Ghost King's Ghost Howl.
Although the cultivation of these ten elders had not reached the level of a Ghost King, they were at least half-step Ghost Kings. Over a hundred years of Ghost Dao cultivation, their Ghost Dao spells were profound and exquisite. Their strength was not much weaker than a Ghost King's. Therefore, the Ghost Howl they emitted was a great deterrent to the nine students.
"Don't be afraid. Focus your mind and face the enemy with peace of mind!"
As Fang Qiu instructed, he waved his sleeve. Suddenly, the golden page flew out of his sleeve again, shining with golden light. It flew upward and hovered about ten feet above his head, suspended in the air. The words on the golden page fell like rain, as if there was a rain of words.
After the words fell, they drilled into the bodies of the nine students. To be precise, they entered the minds of the nine people.
These words were myths and legends about bravery. As these stories entered the minds of the eight people, scenes emerged in the minds of the eight people. They were all heroic and fearless battle scenes. These scenes drove out the fear that grew in their hearts. Their courage suddenly swelled …
No matter how the ten old monsters howled, they seemed not to hear it. They were fearless.
"This time, foreign enemies invaded and wanted to destroy our Ghost King Sect. As the head of the sect, I can't defeat the enemy. Therefore, I asked the elders to come out and take charge of the situation. Elders, please help me block these people. I want to sacrifice the ghost spirit and ask it to come out and kill the foreign enemies."
Hearing this, the ten old monsters did not answer but rushed toward Fang Qiu and the others.
Fang Qiu and the others had to dodge and jump up to fight.
After getting rid of the siege of the nine people, the Ghost King went up the steps and walked toward the altar along the steps.
Although the situation was urgent, the Ghost King did not dare to rush up. Instead, he took one step at a time. He was extremely cautious, extremely respectful, and humble. Finally, he reached the top of the stairs and arrived in front of the altar.
At this time, the sun was setting and the wind was blowing.
The wind was very strong, blowing mightily, as if it was the sobbing of a person.
The wind was mighty, but it could not blow away the sound from the altar …
"Crack … Crack …"
It was impossible to tell what kind of sound it was, but it seemed to be able to penetrate one's body and enter one's soul, causing one's body to involuntarily shiver in the night wind.
The bleak wind whimpered between heaven and earth.
It was not late at night. The night had just fallen, but the sky was as dark as the night, giving people a heavy feeling as if it was pressing on their hearts and making them breathless.
On the silver ground, the huge outline of the altar could be seen. It towered into the clouds like a giant beast.
The Ghost King's departure caused the vengeful spirits to waver. Lin Fan's Thunderclap Palm caused them to tremble in fear. They no longer rashly rushed forward to die, but they also did not immediately give way. They still blocked Lin Fan's path.
Lin Fan roared, "I didn't want to kill you. If you let me in, I'll kill the Ghost King and give you back your freedom!"
The Ghost King controlled these Resentful Spirits with the Spirit-controlling Art. Usually, he trampled and ordered them at will. These Resentful Spirits were afraid and hated the Ghost King. They could not wait for him to die because once the Ghost King died, they would no longer be under his control. They could transcend reincarnation and be reborn as human beings.
However, they did not dare to believe Lin Fan's words. If Lin Fan could not kill the Ghost King this time, the Ghost King would definitely punish them severely.
They had all tasted the feeling of being burned by the ghost fire. That kind of pain was deeply engraved in their minds. If the Ghost King increased the intensity of the ghost fire to burn them, it would be a feeling worse than death.
Lin Fan saw that the Resentful Spirits still had doubts and refused to give way. He said, "This time, the Ghost King and I will fight to the death. You can rest assured."
The Resentful Spirits naturally had a deep understanding of the Ghost King's strength. Otherwise, they would not have fallen to such a state. Moreover, they knew that the Ghost King Sect had an existence even more terrifying than the Ghost King … Ghost Spirits.
Therefore, they still did not dare to believe Lin Fan's words. At this time, they still had doubts. Lin Fan saw that these Resentful Spirits were stubborn. He roared, "You helping the Ghost King like this is helping the evildoer. Even if you have a chance in the future to be reborn as a human, you will not be able to wash away this sin and shame. Why?
… "
It had to be said that sometimes words were more effective than actions.
These Resentful Spirits were finally persuaded by Lin Fan. They hesitated for a moment.
They retreated and returned to the archway.
Seeing that there were no obstacles.
Lin Fan's figure flashed. He could not wait to fly over the archway and enter the Ghost King Sect. He released his divine sense to search for the Ghost King.
If he wanted to rescue Princess Hua Shao, he had to get rid of the Ghost King first.
This was a very simple principle.
Just as Lin Fan used his divine sense to search for the Ghost King, the Ghost King knelt down in front of the altar. He raised his right hand and condensed a Yin Qi Blade, cutting open his left arm.
Blood gurgled out and fell on the altar. Soon, there was a large pool of blood.
The bright red blood stains were shocking!
As the blood flowed out, the Ghost King's face became pale.
"Ghost Spirits above, please accept a bow from this junior!"
The Ghost King kowtowed three times to the altar. He raised his head and stared at the altar that towered into the clouds with a respectful expression.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Today, the enemy invaded my Ghost King Sect. I am powerless to resist. I hope that Senior Ghost Spirits can come out and preside over the situation. I will use a liter of blood essence as my sincerity."
"Humph!"
"Screech!" A terrifying ghostly cry came from the altar. Although it wasn't loud, it was still audible to the ears.
However, it was extremely unpleasant to hear, causing one's entire body to tremble.
It was as if it wanted to extract one's nerves.
Following this ghost cry.
The blood essence that the Ghost King had dripped onto the altar gradually decreased until it disappeared …
"Little darling, aren't you being too insincere? This little bit of essence blood isn't even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth …" A dark and terrifying voice came from the altar. This voice was neither male nor female, but it was a neutral voice. It was as sinister as the cry of a ghost.
The Ghost King's body could not help but tremble when he heard this. The Ghost Spirit was not something that he could invite out just because he wanted to. To be honest, he did not have much hope this time. This was because he had invited many blood sacrifices before, but in the end, he did not even hear the voice of the Ghost Spirit.
However, now that he heard its voice, the Ghost King could not help but feel a burst of excitement. The Ghost King's voice trembled with excitement. "Senior, I understand what to do. Please wait for a moment!"
As the Ghost King spoke, he took out the Communication Talisman. His finger touched the Communication Talisman, and immediately, the Communication Talisman lit up. On it, seven avatars that resembled chat software appeared.
"Generals, listen to my order. Lead your troops to the altar!" The Ghost King used a dignified voice to shout at the Communication Talisman.
There was an irresistible power in his words.
Of the seven avatars, only six of them trembled.
The Ghost King stared at the unmoving avatars, and a trace of anger and killing intent flashed across his face.
Soon, six Ghost Generals, each leading three thousand ghost soldiers, flew to the altar and knelt at the bottom of the steps of the altar.
18,000 ghost soldiers surrounded and knelt at the bottom of the altar. The scene was extremely grand and mighty.
Seeing that more than ten thousand soldiers had arrived, the Ghost King suddenly turned around and faced the soldiers below. He said in a deep voice, "Today, my Ghost King Sect has encountered a great enemy. For the sake of the Ghost King Sect's great cause, I want to offer a blood sacrifice to the Ghost Spirit. There is strength in numbers.
Indeed, no matter how high the Ghost King's cultivation was, there was a limit to his blood essence. However, if these 18,000 ghost soldiers each took a portion of their blood essence, they would be able to form a small blood bank.
"Yes sir!!"
All the ghost soldiers present responded in unison. One after another, they bit into the stone tip and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Ghost King waved his right hand, and a huge ghost hand immediately formed. It was the size of a metal rake. After this ghost hand was formed, it flew out. The palm of the ghost hand was facing downwards, circling around the altar above the heads of the 18,000 ghost soldiers.
This ghost hand released a majestic suction force, sucking all the blood essence spat out by the ghost soldiers into the palm of the hand …
After the blood essence was sucked into the palm, it condensed and compressed into a dark black liquid. When all 18,000 blood essences were sucked into the palm, they formed a blood ball the size of a basketball.