Staying In The World Of Cultivation

Chapter 52: Demons from Beyond the Realm

Gu Qinghuan controlled the "Ghostly Mist of the Netherworld" and flew swiftly through the pitch-black night sky.

In no time at all, she arrived at the place where Su Fan had just been.

Glancing at the arrow on the compass in her hand, it had already completely shifted to another direction.

"You little thief, let's see where you can run to?"

Gu Qinghuan sneered, lightly waving her hand, and the black mist instantly disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Every few tens of miles along the Qingcang River, there was a ferry crossing for the people on both sides to cross the river by boat.

Sishui Ferry was one of the ferry crossings along the Qingcang River.

It was relatively remote here, with not many people on both sides, and usually there were only a few small boats at the ferry crossing.

But these past few days, Sishui Ferry had changed from its usual quietness and become very lively.

The ferry crossing was filled with various types of boats, and several camps were set up on the shore, where over a hundred cultivators in hooded black robes gathered.

On both sides of the riverbank, dozens of huge bonfires were lit, illuminating the Qingcang River as if it were daytime.

Not only that, but the waterways and land routes around Sishui Ferry had also been sealed off by the Luo Tian Sect.

Especially the waterways, which had been cut off from over a hundred miles away, and all incoming and outgoing boats would be detained, and if there was any resistance, they would be sunk on the spot.

The people on the boats would be transported to the river surface at Sishui Ferry, have their blood drained, and then thrown into the Qingcang River. The entire river surface was almost dyed blood red.

At the eastern bank of Sishui Ferry, several black-robed cultivators were standing on the pier.

The leader was an old cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He had sparse white hair on his head, a thin and emaciated body, and his flesh was almost tightly wrapped around his bones, making his appearance extremely terrifying.

With his hands behind his back, he looked coldly at the river surface.

"It should be soon, bring some mortals over..."

Several black-robed cultivators behind him quickly responded.

After a while, hundreds of mortals were driven to the riverside. They all seemed to be under a spell, their eyes vacant as they walked forward.

They lined up and boarded a boat, which was then transported to the center of the river. Several black-robed cultivators used knives to make a few cuts on their bodies, and then pushed them one by one into the Qingcang River.

The blood floating on the river surface became more and more intense, and the river water almost turned blood red.

At this moment, bubbles suddenly appeared on the river surface, more and more, until it was like a boiling pot, and the entire river surface was boiling.

A sinister smile appeared on the face of the black-robed old man on the pier.

"The Divine Tomb is about to open. Let the people below be on high alert. For the next two days, not even a bird is allowed in."

"Yes... yes..."

The black-robed cultivators behind the old man responded loudly, and then dispersed.

In the pitch-black night sky, a dense black mist rolled and fell to the ground.

Gu Qinghuan revealed her figure and glanced at the compass in her hand. The pointer on it was spinning rapidly.

She sneered and put the compass away in her storage bag.

"You little thief, I've found you..."

Gu Qinghuan's eyes narrowed, and her divine sense instantly spread out, encompassing everything within a hundred zhang.

Huh...

She flicked her hand, and two black mists whistled out.

They turned into two ropes, pulling two nearby black-robed cultivators towards her.

"Elder... Elder, spare us..."

The two cultivators were tightly bound by the black mist, struggling desperately and shouting.

"What are you doing? Why are you sneaking around here?"

The two black-robed cultivators looked at each other, and just as one of them was about to speak, their flesh and blood were devoured by the "Ghostly Mist of the Netherworld," leaving behind a pair of pale white skeletons.

"I... I'll talk..."

Gu Qinghuan questioned them for a while, and her brows furrowed. She waved her hand and turned the other person into a pile of bones.

"Luo Tian Sect... Divine Tomb... Could it be that this little thief has joined a cult..."

She waved her hand again, turning into black mist once more, blending into the pitch-black night.

The hazy black mist floated forward slowly.

From time to time, it turned into several black ropes, silently turning the hidden Luo Tian Sect disciples in the surroundings into piles of pale white bones.

As I approached the river, I could already see the bonfires burning in the distance.

Suddenly, a faint light whizzed by.

Gu Qinghuan waved her hand, and black smoke transformed into a ghostly hand, knocking away the long sword, Law Weapon.

A figure hiding behind a tree in the distance, with electric sparks flashing beneath their feet, disappeared instantly, not even bothering to take the Law Weapon.

However, the sudden burst of spiritual energy fluctuations still alarmed the Luo Tianjiao cultivators by the river. Several figures swiftly arrived, controlling their Law Weapons.

"This damn guy..."

Fu Qinghuan was so angry that her teeth itched. She split her arms, and several streams of black smoke turned into ferocious ghost claws, accompanied by piercing howls, sweeping towards several black-robed cultivators.

"Not good... it's Qi Refining Late Stage... ah..."

The two black-robed cultivators who were at the forefront had just summoned their Law Weapons when they were entangled by dense black smoke, falling from the sky one after another.

The others in the back didn't even think twice and turned to escape.

But as soon as they flew a short distance, they were entangled by several black ghost hands and swept away.

"Roar..."

A loud roar came from the river.

The sound was piercing and made Su Fan, who was hiding nearby, dizzy.

A huge black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Gu Qinghuan.

The black shadow kept twisting and changing, gradually revealing its outline in front of her.

It was a demon nearly twenty feet tall, with two horns on its head and a black armor covering its entire body. It had grim bone spurs growing on its back.

In front of it were a pair of huge forelimbs shaped like mantis blades.

With a movement of its two forelimbs, one could hear the bones shifting, which sounded extremely eerie.

"Knife Demon..."

Gu Qinghuan frowned, looking at the terrifying demon in front of her.

She had seen the illustrations of extraterritorial demons in her master's study, so she immediately recognized the name of this demon.

Boom!!

Another huge figure fell from the sky and crashed heavily onto the ground.

This demon was about thirty feet tall, with a massive body that was disproportionate, like a lump of shit that had fallen to the ground.

Countless head-shaped tumors grew on its green skin, each tumor having facial features and emitting a mournful cry.

"Power Demon..."

Gu Qinghuan recognized this demon once again and furrowed her brows.

Standing in front of her were two extraterritorial demons, somewhat similar to the "Heavenly Demon Talisman" of the Demon Sect. They were both projections summoned from another realm.

Compared to real extraterritorial demons, their strength was far inferior.

Su Fan, who was hiding nearby, was dumbfounded by the shock.

So this was an extraterritorial demon.

Miehoho... indeed very evil and terrifying.

Two extraterritorial demons were enough to deal with this witch.

At this moment, the black-robed old man by the river slowly emerged from the darkness.

"Keke... since you're here, don't leave..."

Gu Qinghuan sneered and glanced to the side.

She saw Su Fan, who was watching the show from the sidelines, and couldn't help but feel a burst of anger.

She understood this little thief's intentions now. He wanted to lure her here and let the people from Luo Tianjiao hold her back.

How naive!

She turned her head and shouted at Su Fan.

"Junior brother, I'll hold them back. You go to the Demon Burial Mound..."

Su Fan, who was hiding in a dark corner, ready to watch the show, was dumbfounded.

What the hell...

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