Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 466

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the Central Ghost Emperor kneeling before him.

The boy knew that the person kneeling before him was not him, but the Fengdu he represented.

According to the information provided by the mountain spirits and wild demons, in the previous wave, the group of lamplighters paid a heavy price to break through from the periphery and fight their way in.

But when he led his people into the outer perimeter of Ailao Mountain to begin clearing the obstacles, the Living Valley directly withdrew all the dead souls from the outer perimeter without causing any interference.

After spending some extra time outside using their private tools, they finally arrived at the entrance of the Valley of Living People. The door opened by itself, as if it had finally been waiting, and those inside were even more impatient.

Furthermore, after Sun Xi and the remaining nine Yama Kings were sent away on the riverbank, the Great Emperor bestowed the Young Lord Ghost Seal upon him and hinted that he should not hesitate to publicize his identity as the Young Lord of Fengdu.

Everything had actually been a natural progression all along.

The other party has been constantly summoning powerful ghosts and wandering spirits from all directions into the Lesser Hell these past few days, not for a desperate battle, but to inflate their financial statements and raise the acquisition price.

Li Zhuiyuan still believes that it was the Great Emperor who showed Sun Xi that old photo, but Sun Xi chose to "recognize the enemy as his father." Based on this alone, it can be determined that the Great Emperor's plan with Sun Xi failed. But... what if the Great Emperor's "old photo" was sent to a group?

"From this day forward, this land shall be incorporated into the fiefdom of the Young Lord's Mansion. Your official ranks shall be reduced by one level, but you shall remain in office."

"I will obey the Lord's decree."

"The underworld should be clean."

"As ordered."

The Central Ghost Emperor, who was kneeling on one knee, raised his hand.

Behind them, the massive skeleton at the point where the rock wall had collapsed raised its head, let out a roar, and issued a command.

Because the ghostly miasma blocked the senses on the high platform, none of the people on their own platform knew what was happening there.

But soon, everyone saw what was happening on the opposite platform.

The Ghost General raised his token, and the Ghost Generals obeyed. The Ghost Soldiers stepped forward in unison. The Living Valley inheritors, who were standing in the first two rows waving flags or beating drums, were attacked from behind.

Screams rang out as some were beheaded, others were torn to pieces by ghost soldiers, some were engulfed in ghostly flames, and still others, quicker to react, jumped off the platform, only to be devoured by an even larger number of undead souls below before they even landed.

At this moment, almost all the ghost cultivators in the Valley of Living People were slaughtered.

Zhu Yiwen: "Do you ever feel that things always become much simpler when you're with him?"

Feng Xionglin: "That's because I'm following someone who's capable of solving problems."

Zhu Yiwen: "You're just a muscle-bound brute, why do you like to use your brain so much? No wonder you can't grow hair."

Zhu Qing: "Brother, the legacy of the Valley of Living People has been destroyed."

Luo Yang: "Who destroyed it?"

Zhu Qing: "The mole."

Those present were both shocked and felt it was only natural what they were witnessing.

Everyone suspected that this person, besides being the head of two Dragon King families, also had a deep connection with Fengdu Hell.

It was so profound that the Great Emperor was willing to take action against a Dragon King's residence.

Li Zhuiyuan saw the smug smile on the lips of the Central Ghost Emperor in front of him.

Clearly, he made this decision without any burden, as the conflict between the living and the dead had long been extremely acute here.

In fact, the forced fusion of the living tradition and the dead's domain in the Valley of the Living Hell is inherently abnormal.

It seems more like a power structure design deliberately carried out by the Valley Master to ensure his own position. Even Sun Xi, the young lord of Hell who was personally selected and brought back by the Valley Master from outside, is like a deliberate introduction of outside ghosts to mix sand into the interior.

However, Li Zhuiyuan did not feel that the overall situation was settled; instead, he felt a sense of crisis.

Things are not that simple.

If it were truly that simple, Heaven would not have immediately launched a second, even stronger wave after the first wave failed; nor would the Great Emperor have made a special trip for a single proclamation.

When the spirits of the dead here no longer pose a threat, it means that the Valley Master... is truly brewing something even more terrifying.

The Central Ghost Emperor remained kneeling there.

Previously, it was waiting for Li Zhuiyuan to speak; now, it is Li Zhuiyuan waiting for it to speak.

It did not speak, but instead launched a counterattack, captured the valley master, and presented him as a prisoner before itself.

Logically speaking, having already cast his vote, it would be illogical not to continue offering his pledge of allegiance.

Seemingly realizing he could no longer remain silent, the Central Ghost Emperor hesitated before speaking:

"My lord, we, the dead, cannot venture into the territory of this usurper. Otherwise, we would have long ago overthrown his rule and welcomed the rightful ruler of Fengdu. Please, my lord, investigate this matter!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Should I trust you?"

Central Ghost Emperor: "My Lord..."

Li Zhuiyuan presented the Ghost Seal in his hand to the Central Ghost Emperor.

The Ghost Emperor looked puzzled.

"Take it."

The Ghost Emperor accepted the Ghost Seal with both hands.

Its projection showed scattered fluctuations, and even the white bones at the broken rock wall behind it began to tremble.

Once it had finally adapted to the aura of the Great Emperor on the Ghost Seal and had a firm grip on it, Li Zhuiyuan spoke:

Even if I lose, even if I die, the Emperor will still be here.

Now, make way for us, and then let all the souls here fall silent and seal themselves away.

At the end of this wave lies the Valley Master, the Emperor's target, and also him.

Li Zhuiyuan had to bring his own people in with him.

But with so many souls left behind at their escape routes, they could become another uncontrollable doorway.

You can't drive them all out for your own safety. They still maintain basic order here. Who knows what might happen if they're all let out?
But if you leave them here, you still have to worry that if things don't go well for you earlier, they might waver and turn against you again.

Therefore, Li Zhuiyuan used the Ghost Seal as a token and the Emperor as a symbol of justice and deterrence, so that they could watch the fire from the sidelines with peace of mind.

The Central Ghost Emperor returned the Ghost Seal with both hands.

"Please rest assured, my lord, I will suppress them and await your triumphant return from punishing the false ruler."

It is very pragmatic.

Li Zhuiyuan did not take it back, but said, "If I die here, the Great Emperor will be furious, and the Little Hell will be doomed to perish. Since you hold my Ghost Seal, the Great Emperor will at least show you leniency. Take it and return it to me later."

"Thank you for your grace, my lord."

The projection of the Central Ghost Emperor, along with the Ghost Seal, returned to its original form.

Immediately following, as the giant skeleton on the rock wall roared and waved its long arms, the other members of the Five Ghost Emperors on the rock wall collectively emitted a chilling aura.

All the souls at the bottom of the pit collectively descended, and layers of blue-black frost continuously covered and piled up.

On the opposite platform, the Ghost General led his ghost generals and soldiers forward in formation, and after they stood in formation, they slowly merged into the enemy ranks.

With the Five Ghost Emperors as the core of the formation and the Ghost Generals, Ghost Soldiers, and Ghost Commanders as the formation flags, they transformed into a massive Ghost-Subduing Formation, suppressing the vast number of souls within the pit.

With this level of suppression, even if the Five Ghost Emperors wanted to back out and break the formation to regain their freedom, it would take at least three days.

This means that Li Zhuiyuan doesn't need to worry about what's behind him during these three days.

This Central Ghost Emperor clearly knew what he was worried about a long time ago, but before that, he never brought it up or showed it.

Therefore, sending the Ghost Seal as a token is still useful, and it is even more useful to separate the interests of the other party's leader from the interests of the other party's whole.

Currently, the large pit that originally stood between the two platforms has been filled in by the dark blue ice.

The high platform where Li Zhuiyuan originally stood has become a flat surface.

The boy raised his hand and waved it forward.

The team stepped onto the ice and moved forward.

Ling Wuxing's team was at the forefront, even faster than Tan Wenbin and his group.

Because Tan Wenbin and the others waited for Xiao Yuan to wave to signal them before they moved, Ling Wuxing led his people onto the ice as soon as it was frozen.

Tao Zhuming, walking in the group, looked at Ling Wuxing's back ahead and sighed silently.

Luo Xiaoyu muttered to himself as he walked:
"The ability to dismantle formations and enable those who don't understand formations to set them up for themselves has already broadened my horizons. But the fact that the dead can seal themselves into formations is beyond my imagination."

I am inferior to him, I should be inferior to him, I deserve to be inferior to him.

Sister Hua looked at Luo Xiaoyu with worry. She was very afraid of the child and had already considered lighting the lamp again.

If you're competing on the river and you're treating your competitors like idols, what's the point of competing?

Luo Xiaoyu muttered to himself, then stopped and sat down on the spot.

Sister Hua: "What are you doing?"

Luo Xiaoyu did not respond, but instead spread out his chessboard on the ice and played against himself.

This time, however, the piece was placed not on the intersection of the board, but on a square.

"The game of chess is on the board, but also beyond the board; the formation is in the strategy, but also beyond the strategy."

Sister Hua immediately realized what was happening. Despite her short stature, she spread her arms wide and shielded the enlightened Luo Xiaoyu behind her.

The monk Yayoi kept scanning the area beneath the ice, where countless ghostly figures lurked.

As he watched, the ghostly figures below transformed in his mind into monks dressed in robes.

If there is no Buddha in the temple, then everyone in the temple is a Buddha.

I vow not to become a Buddha until hell is empty; if there is no Buddha in the temple, I will become a Buddha myself.

The monk Yayoi stopped and closed his eyes.

A stream of Buddhist energy flowed from his body. This energy was very pure, a shimmering gold color with a hint of black.

Mu Qiuying was in a state of confusion, and even the zither on her back made a soft "shush-shush" sound.

If the Liu family hadn't declined, the Mu family wouldn't have had any ambition to become the Dragon King. It was precisely because the Liu family declined that the Mu family was able to break free from their role as retainers.

As the head of the Liu family, Li Zhuiyuan's every stunning performance was tantamount to imprinting the family history into her mind again.

Taking a step forward and continuing the struggle would lead to an uncertain future; taking a step back, with the Liu family's revival riding the wave of their own rise, the Mu family could also rise by submitting to them.

When you have a guaranteed profit margin, it's hard to keep going all in, but the ambition you had when you lit the lamp still resists.

Until, the string that Ah Li had personally repaired emitted a unique, crisp sound.

"call……"

Mu Qiuying deflated, took off her guqin, stood it upright in front of her, leaned against it, and stared blankly.

Everyone present knew how precious a sudden enlightenment was.

In the past, if someone were to have an epiphany, one would try to interrupt them at all costs, but this time, no one dared to do so first.

Li Zhuiyuan said, "To protect them."

The crowd nodded and dispersed on the ice to protect their rivals.

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was so special that some people, while protecting the Dharma, actually felt something and sat down cross-legged, transforming from protectors into those being protected.

Lin Shuyou: "Brother Bin, I now understand the sentence that the teacher used to say most often."

Tan Wenbin: "What did you say?"

Lin Shuyou: "The learning atmosphere in a class is very important."

Tan Wenbin: "It's quite fitting for the occasion. Why don't you sit down and join in?"

Lin Shuyou: "I haven't felt anything yet."

Tan Wenbin: "Can't you pretend to study?"

Lin Shuyou: "I'm afraid I'll have a sudden epiphany... and accidentally revert to my true level, which would actually make me regress."

Tan Wenbin: "That's true."

Wang Lin spread out the bedding, lay down, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Li Zhuiyuan's gaze fell on the chubby boy. The boy knew that he wasn't having an epiphany; he was recording it.

The epiphany won't last long. Gradually, those who should open their eyes will open their eyes, and those who should stand up will stand up. When the last person finishes, the group continues to move forward.

After crossing the wide ice surface and arriving at the opposite platform, they continued deeper into the area, and soon a grand hall appeared before them.

The main hall was enveloped in a red glow, which was not limited to the ground but spread and permeated every corner, and was even moving rhythmically. From the outside, it looked as if the main hall itself was emitting a dynamic red light.

Tan Wenbin: "Everyone, use your own methods to check."

Zhu Yiwen bent down, sniffed the smell, and murmured, "It has a very strange smell of blood."

Feng Xionglin, standing beside Zhu Yiwen, whispered a suggestion: "Shall we try a bite?"

Zhu Yiwen glared back at him.

Luo Xiaoyu tried placing a few pieces forward, the phantom images of which disappeared in front of him. He then spoke to Li Zhuiyuan in a tone as if asking a teacher for guidance:

"It doesn't look like a formation..."

Mu Qiuying plucked the strings of her zither, and the radiant light spilled out but quickly dissipated: "It's not a barrier either..."

Tao Zhuming threw the square seal in his hand, which smashed against a high rock wall on one side. He ordered the Five Elements to throw out a thunder whip that swept back, and upon closer inspection, he found that it was just an ordinary stone.

Runsheng was more direct. He used the Yellow River shovel to scoop forward, and when he brought it back to his face, he found it was just ordinary soil, without any red color.

Someone else released a puppet, but shortly after it entered the area, it lost control and froze in place.

Everyone was testing in their own way, but they still couldn't come up with a suitable answer; it seemed to be beyond everyone's level of understanding.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't focus on the details, but instead kept scanning the vast expanse of eerie red. A red light was reflected in the boy's eyes, and it kept pulsating.

Immediately, the boy turned to the side and spotted Wang Lin in the crowd.

Wang Lin smiled and walked over.

Li Zhuiyuan asked, "What are your thoughts?"

Wang Lin: "Senior, I'm not sure, am I?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Read it aloud first."

Wang Lin: "If we consider this red light as a whole, what does it resemble, senior?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Heart."

Wang Lin: "I share the same sentiments as my predecessors."

Li Zhuiyuan: "But if this is the heart, then what is this little hell?"

Wang Lin first touched his heart, then his chest, stomach, and arms: "Senior, you have a heart, so you must have other things too, right?"

Swallowing hard, Wang Lin added, "Senior, you are knowledgeable and experienced; you must have seen similar things before."

Li Zhuiyuan had seen the true form of the Fengdu Emperor.

It can be said that the entire Fengdu Hell was created by the Fengdu Emperor using his own body as a foundation.

If it were copied directly, then this little hell itself might very well be the embodiment of another kind of existence.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Command the Five Elements to explore the path."

Ling Wuxing took a deep breath, and lightning snakes swirled around his body, as if he were covered in armor. He lifted his foot and stepped into the red area in front of him.

At first, he didn't notice any changes, but when he walked a little further forward, red gradually appeared on his body, and he began to rub against the Razer.

Ling Wuxing turned around and looked at Li Zhuiyuan, who nodded to him. Without moving forward, Ling Wuxing began to walk back. He walked very slowly, as if he were fighting against something. After leaving the red zone, he let out a long sigh, looking somewhat exhausted.

“Senior, this red light can devour souls. The deeper you go, the stronger the devouring becomes. I just walked to the outer edge, and I'm still far from the main hall... If this increase in intensity continues, I won't be able to reach the entrance of the main hall.”

Li Zhuiyuan nodded.

This is consistent with what the Central Ghost Emperor said.

However, looking at the whole picture, it is quite ridiculous. In the so-called little hell, the core area is actually the forbidden zone for the dead.

Xu Mofan: "If the Valley Master inside can use such methods, what is he waiting for?"

The red light was moved forward, enveloping everyone. Even Ling Wuxing couldn't hold out for long. Among the others present, few could surpass Ling Wuxing.

Zhu Yiwen: "I have visited many ancient tomb-themed restaurants, and I often find that the quality of the ingredients is far inferior to the restaurant's decoration style."

Xu Mofan: "Speak properly and don't overuse metaphors."

Zhu Yiwen: "It means that the environment here is not necessarily under the control of its owner."

Everyone is waiting for Li Zhuiyuan to make a decision. The target is in the main hall, but they can't even get close to it. How can they solve this?

Li Zhuiyuan: "We didn't have enough time to have an epiphany on the ice. Everyone, please wait a little longer. If you're hungry, you can eat something now and get yourself in the right state."

This instruction was far too negative. Everyone's first reaction after hearing it was: Did I hear it wrong?

Just then, accompanied by a red light flicker, its overall coverage area shrank significantly backward.

But during this time, they did nothing but investigate.

Many people in the crowd realized the reason and suddenly understood why Li Zhuiyuan had told everyone to continue resting where they were.

Tao Zhuming pointed behind him: "Because the souls here have all been sealed away, this area has lost its ghostly energy and has begun to shrink."

Luo Xiaoyu: "If we hadn't been delayed on the ice, the area of ​​the red light we saw at the beginning would have been much larger."

The problem cannot be solved, but it disappears on its own.

All everyone needs to do is stay put and wait.

Li Zhuiyuan found a place to sit down, took out compressed biscuits from his bag, tore open the packaging, broke them open, and gave them to A Li. A Li also handed the boy a can of Jianlibao with a straw inserted.

The rest of the people were also sitting in small groups, some eating and some drinking.

Every so often, the red light shrinks back significantly, and the shrinkage is getting larger and larger.

In the time it takes to have a leisurely picnic, the red area has shrunk by half.

A collapsed stone tablet was revealed.

Everyone got up and went to check.

The inscription on the stone tablet has been badly eroded by time, but it is still barely legible.

The inscription is signed by Sun Qinghua, and the text above is written in the first person, so this is Sun Qinghua recording his own story.

Sun Qinghua did not introduce himself, and it was unknown which sect he belonged to. He only said that he had heard that there were evil spirits causing trouble in this place, so he came to eliminate the evil and protect the righteous. After arriving here, he fought fiercely with the evil ghost mother for ten days and finally killed the ghost mother. However, he himself was seriously injured and his life was not long.

The purpose of carving this monument is twofold: firstly, to serve as my own tombstone, and secondly, so that future generations who happen to pass through this place and witness its beautiful scenery will know who contributed to its creation.

His penmanship is elegant and his writing is unrestrained, but the beautiful scenery he describes is located in hell, where demons dwell.

The stone tablet should have been standing upright; judging from the cross-section, it appears to have been pushed down by someone.

If it weren't for the collective sealing of the souls within the Lesser Hell, this area would have remained covered in red, and this stone tablet would never have been revealed, its records forever concealed.

As the red light contracted further, two more toppled stone tablets came into view.

The two stone tablets are very close to each other, one in front of the other, representing a time difference.

The second stone tablet was also carved by Sun Qinghua. The style of the writing became increasingly erratic, with the entire tablet filled to the brim, yet it basically repeated the same sentence:

"How am I still alive? How could I not be dead?"

Last sentence:

"I, damn it, how could I, a righteous person, degenerate into evil?"

Those who viewed the stone tablet could easily understand Sun Qinghua's state of mind when he carved the inscription.

The first stone tablet, brimming with youthful vigor, represents a heroic sacrifice for vanquishing demons and monsters—a carefree and unrestrained dream that many young people in the martial arts world have cherished.

The second stone tablet likely dates back to when Sun Qinghua was slaying the so-called Ghost Mother. He himself was also corrupted by evil spirits, and after his death, his body underwent a strange transformation, which brought him back to "life."

In the last sentence of the second stone tablet, he once again revealed his aspirations.

Li Zhuiyuan wasn't the only one who traveled the river; this group consisted of elites from the river. They had personally dealt with many evil spirits, both on the river and on the shore. Of course, some of these evil spirits were formed due to various accidents, but there were also quite a few who turned themselves into evil spirits in pursuit of so-called immortality.

Therefore, even though they hadn't had a chance to see the third stone tablet yet, everyone already had a basic idea of ​​what was going on:
Sun Qinghua failed.

Having been "resurrected," he lacked the courage to die again.

As the group moved toward the third stone tablet, most of them slowed their pace and a hint of melancholy appeared on their faces.

Li Zhuiyuan was more interested in the emotional changes of this group of people than in the text on the stele.

Similar sentiments are not unique to them. From their insights and understanding, we can also understand why the Dragon Kings of all ages did not pursue immortality, but instead chose to die gracefully when their lifespan was about to end.

During their battles across the river, the Dragon Kings witnessed countless tragedies caused by the pursuit of immortality.

The third stone tablet, with just a few strokes, contains only one sentence:

"I, Sun Qinghua, will live."

The monk Yayoi put his hands together in prayer and said, "Namo Amitabha Buddha."

Zhu Qing read the inscription to her blind brother.

After listening, Luo Yang said, "There's no need to look at it."

The red light had already retreated to the steps of the main hall. If it retreated one more time, everyone could enter.

If nothing unexpected happens, Sun Qinghua should be inside.

Without Li Zhuiyuan giving any orders, everyone was already prepared and even formed their own battle formations.

The red light receded again, completely detaching from the main hall. The once ancient and magnificent hall began to crack and collapse, like an egg being peeled off to reveal a red, translucent tumor inside.

Inside the tumor, there was a chair, and a man was sitting on the chair.

In front of the man, in the area that should have been the floor inside the main hall, were twelve stone coffins embedded.

Eleven stone coffins lay closed and flat, their interiors hidden from view; one coffin stood open, its lid detached, revealing no corpse inside, but a set of magnificent clothes suitable only for a young man.

Li Zhuiyuan had seen Sun Xi wearing the exact same clothes when Sun Xi used the puppet vessel.

Sun Xi said that his body was placed in the deepest part of the Valley Master's Hall.

Therefore, Sun Xi, that young lord of the underworld, has never lied except for "recognizing a thief as his father".

The fact that the Valley Master chose Sun Xi and kept his body by his side for a long time suggests that he intended to keep it for his own use.

When Little Hell encountered a major crisis, he had no choice but to hand over Sun Xi's remains to Shaojun in order to quell the crisis.

Because the Valley Master's physical form cannot move.

In this respect, he is almost exactly the same as the Emperor of Fengdu.

Therefore, the Lesser Hell truly imitates Fengdu from beginning to end and from top to bottom.

The man in the chair slowly raised his head.

A deafening sound of flesh being torn apart echoed here.

To everyone's surprise, the sound did not come from the chair, but from above.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!..."

The other eleven stone coffins were also erected, their lids detached, revealing eleven corpses inside.

These corpses were all rotten and could no longer be used.

However, the clothes on the corpses were better preserved; some were dressed in imperial robes, some in Taoist robes, some in Confucian robes, and some in monk robes...

Each corpse represents a segment of the Valley Master's life. His life was devoid of birth, aging, sickness, and death; only the corpses went from vibrant to decaying.

He used these corpses to build a small hell and pass on the legacy of the Valley of the Living.

Finding each corpse must be quite difficult; a suitable match must be made, otherwise the Valley Master's presence cannot be sustained for long.

The Valley Master's seclusion must mean that he has encountered a problem; otherwise, he could have used Sun Xi's corpse to resolve the crisis instead of handing over the only usable corpse.

In other words, for a long time before, the Living Valley Hell was in a state where the person in charge had lost the ability to act, and it was operating by relying on the inertia of its existing structure.

"Snapped!"

The translucent, blood-red tumor split open, and there was no longer any barrier between the man on the chair and the crowd.

It was precisely because this blood-red filter was removed that everyone discovered that the man's entire body was bright red, like a ripe persimmon that had just been peeled after being scalded in hot water.

The man opened his eyes, but they were cloudy, as if he couldn't see anything.

However, everyone present possessed powerful spiritual senses, and in an instant, countless gazes were peering at them from all directions.

Without dialogue or communication, the man opened his mouth, and a silent roar came from it.

At the same time, a terrifying ghostly howl crashed down from above, so powerful and overwhelming that there was no way to avoid it.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Weakening and offsetting!"

Tan Wenbin raised his head, opened his mouth, and let the sound of a spirit beast rise upwards.

Mu Qiuying plucked the strings, and the music rose.

Tao Zhuming threw the square seal upwards, its radiance shining outwards to set things right.

He commanded the Five Elements to swing the Thunder Whip upwards, unleashing the sound of thunder.

The monk Yayoi looked up and chanted Buddhist mantras.

The others, who had corresponding methods, quickly followed suit to help neutralize the ghostly howls coming from above.

Even though it was weakened layer by layer, it still brought terrible pressure when it reached the people.

Some people with weaker mental states, especially the attendants of the lamplighters, began to clutch their heads and wail, or kneel down and vomit blood.

Li Zhuiyuan opened his right hand, and the evil dragon appeared:
"Help me set up the formation!"

Luo Xiaoyu took out a chessboard, and Zhu Yiwen took out a folding fan. At this moment, all the people who were proficient in formations focused their attention on the young man.

"Uh-huh!"

Luo Xiaoyu understood.

"Hmm? Hmm? Hmm... Hmm!"

Zhu Yiwen understood as well.

However, apart from these few, the other array masters who had intended to help had not yet figured out what kind of array the boy was trying to set up.

However, even if they understood it, it wasn't very meaningful, because Li Zhuiyuan's formation method made it difficult for them to keep up with his thinking.

Luo Xiaoyu was amazed that this was possible while holding a set of black and white chess pieces in his hand. He tried to make a move several times, but found that the boy had already made his move first.

Zhu Yiwen kept opening and closing the fan in his hand, trying to create a breeze, but every time the wind blew in that direction, it was already blowing past.

No, how are we supposed to coordinate with this formation?

Fortunately, even the array master attendants who were just there to make up the numbers in the Lighters team soon figured out the boy's intentions.

Xia He: "Young Master, I understand!"

Li Zhuiyuan completed the most complex framework design himself, leaving the rest of the work to be very simple: fill in the grid!
Even for masters of formations like Luo Xiaoyu and Zhu Yiwen, all they could do right now was to keep their heads down and paint. The only difference between them and the lowest-level formation master in the team was that they painted faster.

Luo Xiaoyu's face turned bright red. Not only was his youth being suppressed, but the more he suppressed it, the further it seemed to regress.

He didn't have a problem with Li Zhuiyuan. He knew that in an emergency, when setting up a formation based on the sudden situation, speed was the priority. Moreover, Li Zhuiyuan had set up a self-created formation, which couldn't be communicated in advance or assigned on the spot.

Luo Xiaoyu regretted it. If he had just stayed close to the other person along the way and kept bothering them to exchange ideas on formations, he could have at least had a better sense of participation, such as being in charge of another small design, instead of just filling in grids like an apprentice servant.

"Sister Hua."

"Huh?" Sister Hua clutched her head in pain, her eyes red. "What happened!"

Luo Xiaoyu glanced at Sister Hua, who was severely affected by the ghost's howl, and shook his head: "It's nothing."

He originally wanted Sister Hua to slap him so he could reflect on why he had been so shameless and refused to approach her the other day, but seeing Sister Hua's state, he was afraid that she would not be gentle when she slapped him.

The formation was quickly set up and activated.

The next moment, the ghostly howl was completely blocked out, and the people who were suffering were relieved. When everyone looked up, they could see waves of energy emerging on the outside.

The man shut his mouth, stood up, and left the chair.

“Hiss…hiss…”

That piercing tearing sound came again.

The man stood up, staggering. He supported himself on his knee with one hand and raised the other, pointing at the crowd.

Four enormous ghostly faces appeared around the area where the group was located, each containing raging ghostly flames, and they crashed down upon them.

Tao Zhuming formed a hand seal, spat out a mouthful of blood which splattered onto the seal, and then blasted it forward.

The others also unleashed their spells, striking the ghost faces in their respective directions.

The four ghostly faces twisted and collapsed along the way, but the massive amount of ghostly fire still surged forth.

Mu Qiuying pulled the strings downwards collectively, and then pushed them upwards.

Ripples appeared in the will-o'-the-wisp, but they failed to stir.

Zhu Qing, on Luo Yang's back, spread his arms, and a barrier appeared in the ghost fire, but it was still broken through.

The others also tried their best to dispel the will-o'-the-wisp, but they were all unable to succeed.

"Roar!"

A phantom of a malevolent dragon rushed into the ghostly fire, giving everyone a direction. They began to follow the dragon's movements, forming hand seals and casting spells. Soon, a vortex formed, drawing the ghostly fire into the surrounding area.

Above, the man who had left the chair took another step forward, swayed, put his hands on his knees, and, panting heavily, lashed out with his hand as if venting his anger.

A terrifying gale swept in from one side.

Run Sheng opened his Qi Gate, revealing hideous scars on his body, and threw a punch at the gale.

Feng Xionglin, Luo Yang, and a group of other martial artists followed closely behind.

Nine illusory evil dragons had already appeared on Runsheng's body. He used all his strength without fully opening his Qi Gate, and the gale was shattered by it. The others then dissolved the small pieces of gale to prevent them from hitting the crowd.

The gun in Xu Mofan's hand was already whistling.

He has nothing to do now.

The truth is, there are many others in the group who are like him, including Lin Shuyou.

They were skilled in close combat, and they all realized that the man covered in blood had no greater weakness than himself.

However, the boy never gave them the order to take action; he simply organized them to react to each move and defend passively.

Xu Mofan assumed the boy was worried about unforeseen consequences from a hasty attack, so he raised his gun and shouted:
"Senior, I volunteer to shoot him!"

Looking at the man who was swaying as he walked, Li Zhuiyuan imagined the terrifying consequences of the Fengdu Emperor's true form losing its suppression and control.

The boy looked up, glanced around, and replied:
"He is the final shackle. Kill him now, and the entire little hell will come to life!"

(End of this chapter)