【The Legend of Sword and Fairy: The Story of the Beautiful Woman】(029)

Chapter 029 Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour Gods

"Hmph, what a formidable brat!"

A handsome man dressed in the Nine Dragons Imperial Robe was surprised that his palm strike hadn't killed his opponent

. He snorted in dissatisfaction, then looked at the unconscious Nie Long and sighed after a moment of contemplation. "The Xuanbing Battle

Dragon Armor... that brat from the Yang family is quite capable, even casually giving away the Primordial Divine Armor. That

brat from the Xuanyuan family is simply too disappointing! Alas, Long'er, you and that brat from the Yang family are destined to be apart! So be it

." "Father will help you one more time!"

The handsome man exuded an air of nobility, his sword-like eyebrows raised, an invisible arrogance

emanating from him. He glanced at the unconscious Ren Zhongjie and muttered to himself, "A rare innate martial arts talent, not bad

, not bad at all, just a bit too straightforward. Oh well, since you have such good intentions towards my Long'er, I

won't treat you unfairly!"

With that, the handsome man gently waved his jade-like hand, and a golden light swiftly entered

the back .

Then, carrying Nie Long, the man took a step forward, instantly appearing before nine deathly, ghostly Yin

Mountains. With another step, he arrived at a jade-colored skull palace. The handsome man looked at

the Throne of Ten Thousand Ghosts, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, and Nie Long was gently placed on the throne.

"Damn it, this is outrageous!"

A short while later, a sinister man dressed in black royal robes, his face deathly pale, flashed into the hall.

He carefully carried a woman in white, muttering curses incessantly, and strode towards

the throne .

Suddenly, the sinister man abruptly stopped, his face changing drastically with terror. Large beads of

cold sweat poured from his forehead as he stared at Nie Long on the throne of ten thousand ghosts, his purple lips trembling slightly.

"Cao boy, come back!"

A cold, arrogant voice slowly rang out from behind the sinister man.

"This humble king greets Your Majesty. I was unaware of Your Majesty's esteemed presence. What brings you here? I beg Your Majesty's

forgiveness !"

With that, the sinister man turned around with utmost respect and knelt before the handsome man.

"Damn it, Cao brat, I won't waste any more words.

Just do whatever those two little brats from the Xuanyuan and Dugu families tell you to do to Long'er. Hmph, if you do this well, I'll create another realm for you, fulfilling your dream of becoming the Supreme Ghost Emperor

! If you mess it up, hmph, although I've already retired from worldly affairs, sealing you and the Great Virtue Ghost Emperor for millions

of years is still a piece of cake."

After saying this, the handsome man gently closed his eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes, whatever Your Majesty commands, I will do even if it means my death."

Upon hearing the handsome man's words, the sinister man's eyes were filled with greed and excitement, and he kept

kowtowing to the handsome man.

"I know what you're worried about. Hmph, ask the heavens and earth, gods and demons,

how Do your job well, and I won't treat you unfairly."

The handsome man, Wu Ling, revealed his arrogance and spoke loudly, with an air of dominance. With a wave of his left hand,

a nine-cornered golden token appeared in the hand of the sinister man. The token was unadorned on both sides, with only a large, imposing "Wu" character on it, flying in a powerful and

domineering manner, looking down upon the world.

"Your subordinate, Cao Cao, swears to follow Your Majesty to the death!"

Cao Cao, the Ghost King of Jiuyin Mountain, held the golden token with trembling hands, kneeling and kowtowing three times with extreme respect,

tears , and shouted loudly. He could have been the emperor, but without a powerful backer,

he had ended up as a lowly Ghost King of Jiuyin Mountain, barely surviving. Now, Cao Cao couldn't help but laugh loudly.

With , who in the world would dare to disrespect him! As long as he fulfills the Emperor's instructions and

becomes the Emperor of a realm, it will be a trivial matter! Even his father, the Great Virtue Ghost Emperor

, will have to treat him with utmost respect!

Although the Xuanyuan family are the inheritors of the true ruler of the Chinese land, "they" are, after all, outsiders.

There will only ever be one true ruler in the long history of China, and that is the Martial Emperor of China, the progenitor of China,

the progenitor of all emperors of China... Wu Ling!

Yang Potian looked palely at the lifeless, ghostly Nine Yin Mountain in front of him, and at the thousands of

bottomless, grotesque ghost caves, he could no longer hold back and spat out a large, tragic flower of blood.

Yang Potian had traveled 100,000 miles, almost exhausting his power, in seven days and seven nights. The suffering he endured was unimaginable to

outsiders .

"Ugh..."

Duan Shuiliu spat out three large sprays of blood, his face deathly pale,

standing precariously ten feet to Yang Potian's left.

"Hmph."

Yang Potian snorted disdainfully, but deep down he felt a touch of admiration for Duan Shuiliu.

He knew better than anyone the inhuman suffering of those seven days and seven nights. Since Duan Shuiliu had

persevered n't been in vain... Yang Potian turned and glared angrily at Duan Shuiliu. Just then,

a streak of emerald light flashed into the Nine Yin Mountain.

"Little Dragon Girl!"

Yang Potian's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but exclaim in shock. The fleetingly beautiful face he had just seen

was definitely Nie Long! How could this be? How could the Ghost King of Nine Yin Mountain have captured Nie Long again? No, not the Ghost King of Nine

Yin Mountain , just a little devil with a thousand years of cultivation!

"What on earth does he want?"

Yang Potian roared in grief and rage, spitting out another large, bloody spray.

His body, which had been stiff, lost all control, and he collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

"Brother Yang!"

Duan Shuiliu cried out in alarm as Yang Potian suddenly fell backward, his compassion overflowing.

He called out urgently, trying to rush forward, but given their equally

miserable state, Duan Shuiliu's right foot hadn't even taken a step before he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Yang Potian gently stroked the blue spear in his hand, an ancient divine spear inherited from the Life Imprint. It remained

as ancient and perfect as ever, having fought its way through countless battles since the Primordial Era. Yang Potian was unaware that it had drunk...

Having shed the blood of countless powerful foes, today Yang Potian will lead his troops to slay them once more!

Cao Cao, already renowned throughout the land during the Three Kingdoms period,

was a peak Earth Martial Realm expert in that era of fierce competition and numerous powerful figures. He originally had the opportunity to become emperor, but the Xuanyuan family claimed he

was a reincarnation of a ghost, declaring that if he were to become emperor, the world would be plunged into chaos, calamity would descend, and all living beings would suffer.

Cao Cao, who was originally destined to be emperor, ultimately had his cultivation almost completely destroyed, reverting to his original state and becoming a minor ghost king of Nine Yin Mountain. Compared to

his noble status as the Ninth Prince of the Ghost Realm, this was a dramatic fall from grace!

Cao Cao watched as Yang Potian and Duan Shuiliu entered the fray, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. He

then glanced at Nie Long, still fast asleep on the Ghost King's throne, his brows furrowing.

Whom does the Emperor truly desire? The Xuanyuan family's son, or the Yang family's son? "What a headache!" Cao Cao truly didn't understand. Was

the power of love really that important? How many powerful beings throughout history had lacked love?

Yang Potian coldly stared at the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave before him. Once inside, life and death were no longer in his own hands! Yang Potian knew that he

only had one chance to deal with Cao Cao: to merge with Xiao Lei Renlong! Cao Cao was a master strategist, and Yang Potian

refused to believe that he hadn't been discovered at all when he entered the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave. However, he and Duan Shuiliu had already parted ways

! Cao Cao would have to think twice before resorting to any tricks. Yang Potian felt incredibly conflicted about Duan Shuiliu!

Yang Potian killed another ghost with a single spear thrust, his figure flashing forward. Using his innate spiritual abilities, Yang

Potian quickly located Nie Long's location. How could this be? How could there not be a single ghost guarding Nie Long

?! Although Yang Potian was thinking this with extreme caution, he swiftly moved to Nie Long's side,

severing the pale, ghostly bone chains with two quick thrusts. His face anxiously checked Nie Long to see if he had been ambushed by

Cao Cao . Yang Potian was confused; what had happened? Nie Long seemed completely unharmed, merely

unconscious.

Yang Potian had barely taken two steps with Nie Long in his arms when his face turned deathly pale. Yes! Yang Potian's

trembling hands gently touched Nie Long's smooth forehead; the touch was chilling, a powerful

ghostly force faintly flowing into his hands, devouring his own life force.

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour God!"

Yang Potian hugged Nie Long tightly, his eyes blazing, and roared into the endless darkness around him, "Cao Cao, you

get out here !"

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