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The sky above the southeastern branch of the Zhenhuan Mountains in the Great Jin Dynasty suddenly darkened, revealing a previously clear sky.

Eighteen streams of black energy surged in from all directions, each carrying a blood-red banner.

The banner fluttered in the wind, and countless distorted human faces struggled and wailed on its surface. Most terrifying of all were the eighteen phantom images of ghost kings floating atop the banner...

Each one possessed the imposing aura of someone in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm!
The Ghost Banner is the most treasured artifact of the Yinluo Sect. There are 18 banners in total, and each banner contains at least one Ghost King in the early Nascent Soul stage.

When all 18 Ghost Banners are gathered together, their power is comparable to that of the Heavenly Treasure.

The Ghost Banner is the core magical artifact of the Yinluo Sect, mainly used to collect the souls of fallen cultivators in order to repair the sect's restrictions.

Therefore, the Yinluo Sect spared no effort in this sneak attack.

The main reason is that Su Ning has been too ruthless towards the Yinluo Sect. Five or six Nascent Soul stage cultivators have died at Su Ning's hands.

Moreover, among them are Yin Wuyou, who is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and Xuehe Laoguai, who is at the great perfection of the Nascent Soul realm. They are truly the mortal enemies of the Yinluo Sect.

"Su Ning, you brat, come out and face your death!"

Amidst a sharp shout, a beautiful woman in palace attire arrived, riding in a skull palanquin.

She looked to be in her early thirties, but the vermilion dot between her eyebrows was as bright as fresh blood. In her hand, she toyed with a string of prayer beads made from an infant's skull...

She was none other than Madam Mo, the vice sect leader of the Yinluo Sect and also the wife of Fang Kun, the sect leader of the Yinluo Sect, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage!

"It's the Eighteen Ghost Banners!" Su Yun, pale-faced, supported his heavily injured brother. "Brother, the mountain-protecting formation can't hold!"

As if to confirm his words, the Zhou Tian Star Array that enveloped the Zhenhuan Mountains suddenly twisted violently.

The eighteen Ghost Banners simultaneously shot out black and red beams of light, which intertwined in the sky to form a huge "幽" (you) character.

As Madam Mo made a hand seal, the character composed of 100,000 Yin spirits crashed down!
"Click——"

The great array, powerful enough to withstand attacks from Nascent Soul cultivators, shattered like an eggshell.

Despite his severe injuries, Su Mo pushed his younger brother away, saying, "Quickly activate what Father left behind..."

Before he could finish speaking, a black light pierced through his chest, and the wound instantly became covered with lividity!
"Big brother!" Su Yun's eyes were bloodshot, but he saw Madam Mo chuckle and beckon with her finger.

The black light pierced through Su Mo, revealing its true form...

It turned out to be a soul-hooking rope entwined with living souls, with a small black ghost banner attached to the end!

“The first one.” Mrs. Mo licked her lips. “Next is…”

The words stopped abruptly.

Suddenly, a thousand-foot-long rift opened in the sky, and a giant silver-gray claw slammed down like divine punishment, instantly tearing the three Ghost Banners to shreds!
Amidst the wailing and howling of ghosts, Feng Xi's complete form was born...

With a wingspan of 1,500 zhang, each feather shimmered with spatial ripples, and a single, crystal-clear horn grew from the top of its head.

"A level ten Sky-Splittering Beast?!" Madam Mo's expression finally changed. "No... this is..."

The wind's roar shattered the clouds within a ten-mile radius.

Since advancing to level ten, he has not only grown in size, but has also awakened a trace of the bloodline power of the Sky-Splitting Divine Beast.

At this moment, the single horn glowed, forming a spatial vortex with a diameter of a hundred feet in front of him!

"Give me back my young master!"

The demon king from the three demon banners had just pounced when he was mercilessly swallowed by the vortex.

These ghostly beings, comparable to those at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, were annihilated in the spatial turbulence before they could even utter a scream.

Madam Mo was both shocked and furious, and hurriedly made a hand seal: "All souls return to one!"

The remaining fifteen Ghost Banners simultaneously shot out black and red blood lines, which intertwined in the air to form a giant net.

On each node online, a pained face appears, representing the souls being refined.

Feng Xi was caught in the net, and his feathers fell off, revealing his bare bones.

"A beast is a beast." Madam Mo sneered, and the skull prayer beads in her hand suddenly exploded, transforming into nine skulls burning with green flames. "Nine-Child Mother Spirit, go!"

The skull grew taller in the wind, eventually becoming as big as a small mountain.

They spit poisonous fire around Feng Xi, and what's even more terrifying is the resentful and venomous aura contained in the flames, which can even corrode the space itself!

Feng Xi howled in pain, struggling desperately to break free, when suddenly a cold snort came from the horizon:
"court death!"

A gray bolt of lightning, like divine punishment, struck the Soul Net precisely.

The giant net composed of 100,000 vengeful spirits melted away instantly, like spring snow meeting the sun!
Madam Mo suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood, staring incredulously at the source of the lightning...

……

Suning stepped through the air, with starlight condensing into steps with each step he took.

The God-Slaying Spear in his hand had turned a chaotic color, and the gray light emanating from its tip distorted the very space around it.

The most terrifying thing was those eyes; the left eye shimmered with starlight, while the right eye flickered with lightning, making even Madam Mo's nascent soul tremble.

"You vile woman! You harmed my offspring..." Su Ning's voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the wails of ten thousand ghosts, "Then pay with your life!"

The God-Slaying Spear made a seemingly casual slash, yet it triggered a cataclysmic change in the heavens and earth.

Eighteen bolts of chaotic lightning burst forth from the tip of the spear, lunging towards the Yinluo Sect cultivators like serpents.

The first six Core Formation cultivators were vaporized into wisps of smoke before they could even react; the two Nascent Soul elders used their magic weapons to block, but they were chopped into charred remains along with their magic weapons!

"Chaotic tribulation lightning?!" Madam Mo screamed as she threw out her natal ghost banner to defend against it.

The ghost king on this main banner already possessed the strength of the mid-Nascent Soul stage, yet it screamed and melted away amidst the lightning.

Her heart ached so much that her lips twitched, but it also strengthened her resolve to kill: "Form the Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage to the Ancestor Formation!"

"Yes!"

The fifteen ghost banners moved in response, forming an inverted gate to hell in the air.

Countless pale ghostly hands stretched out from inside the door, each radiating Nascent Soul level energy!
This is the ultimate secret technique of the Yinluo Sect, a forbidden art that requires the consumption of 100,000 living souls to perform.

"Senior Su, be careful!" Bai Qingyue, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but exclaim, "This formation has trapped and killed Nascent Soul cultivators before!"

Suning, however, laughed.

He gently stroked the Godslayer Spear, and the colorful patterns on the shaft lit up one by one: "Perfect, let's try out this new move."

The phantom of Yuanci Divine Mountain appeared behind Suning.

This divine mountain, composed of the essence of the five elements, is now resonating with the God-Slaying Spear through the Void Realm.

The chaotic lightning at the tip of the spear suddenly split into five colors, then quickly merged into a chilling gray light.

"Magnetic God-Slaying Spear—!"

With a long shout, Su Ning and his spear became one, transforming into a hundred-foot-long streak of light.

Wherever it passes, space collapses, forming a vacuum passage.

Madam Mo hastily activated the Gate of Hell to defend herself, only to see the gray light pierce through the formation like a hot knife through butter, its momentum undiminished as it continued to pierce through seven Ghost Banners!
“Explode.” Su Ning uttered the truth softly.

The spearhead that pierced the banner suddenly exploded, transforming into countless tiny chaotic lightning rods.

These lightning rods darted wildly within the banner, and wherever they passed, the spirits were like snow meeting boiling water.

The seven priceless Ghost Banners were reduced to ashes in the series of explosions!
"Ah! My magic weapon!" Madam Mo bled from all seven orifices. The damage to the main banner, which was connected to her life, caused her to suffer a backlash.

Even more terrifying, Feng Xi took the opportunity to break free of his restraints and shot out a spatial blade from his horn, aiming for her neck!
At the critical moment, Madam Mo gritted her teeth and crushed the jade pendant on her chest.

A cloud of blood mist exploded, instantly teleporting her thousands of feet away.

This is the Yinluo Sect's life-saving secret technique, "Blood Shadow Escape," which requires burning a hundred years of lifespan each time it is used.

"Retreat! Retreat now!" she screamed hysterically, transforming into a blood-red rainbow as she fled.

The Yinluo Sect cultivators, who had arrived with great momentum, were now scattering and fleeing like stray dogs.

However, Su Ning and Feng Xi relentlessly pursued them, giving them no chance whatsoever.

……

Post-battle inventory revealed that the Yinluo Sect suffered heavy losses: nine Ghost Banners were destroyed, two Nascent Soul cultivators and sixteen Core Formation cultivators perished, and countless Foundation Establishment disciples lost their lives under the Chaos Lightning.

“Father…” Su Yun knelt down, holding his dying brother, and begged for forgiveness, “It is my incompetence…”

Su Ning frowned after examining Su Mo's injuries.

The corpse poison from the Soul-Hooking Rope has invaded the heart meridian, and ordinary methods are simply ineffective in treating it.

Without hesitation, he took out his treasured "Mysterious Creation Dew" and dripped it onto the wound.

"It's not your fault." Su Ning's eyes flashed coldly. "They came for me, and the fact that they could make a move in the heart of Tianyi Sect shows that some people have already given up all hope."

After being captured, the Yinluo Sect cultivators revealed astonishing information: this attack was just a feint; the real killing move was in the ancient star palace ruins!

Zhang Tie, a confidant of the Yinluo Sect leader, has already taken the Netherworld Mirror to unseal the ancient demon's true form. Although the ancient demon had already been killed by Su Ning with divine lightning, the Yinluo Sect, unaware of this, was unwilling to give up any opportunity to collude with the ancient demon.

“Ancient Star Palace Ruins…” Su Ning looked southeast, where the sky had turned an ominous blood color. “Ling Yuling is in danger!”

Feng Xi shrunk in size and landed on my shoulder: "Master, should we inform Ancestor Bai first?"

“I’ve already notified them.” Su Ning put away the God-Slaying Spear, took out the Star Ring and put it on. “Since they’re so shameless, then this time we’ll slaughter our way through the Chaotic Star Sea.”

The star pattern on the ring suddenly became hot, and the blood rune on the inner wall was more vivid than ever before.

As if foreshadowing, a storm more terrifying than the Ghost Banner is brewing in the ancient star palace ruins...

……

Deep within the forbidden grounds of Taiyi Sect, an ancient teleportation array, sealed for a thousand years, suddenly emitted a dazzling spiritual light.

The array patterns lit up one by one, and spatial fluctuations spread like ripples, causing the surrounding stone walls to shed dust.

"Om-"

With a spatial tremor, seven figures appeared in the teleportation array.

The leading man in the green robe had a stern face and held a gray spear, the tip of which occasionally emitted wisps of chaotic lightning.

On his shoulder, a small silver-gray beast crouched, its crystalline horn shimmering with dangerous spatial fluctuations.

It was Su Ning and the level 10 Sky-Splitting Beast Feng Xi! The six Nascent Soul cultivators from the Taiyi Sect behind him had just stood firm when they felt the bloody smell permeating the air.

The most powerful cultivator among them, Qingyang Zhenren, exclaimed, "Such a dense aura of malevolence! Something has really happened in the Chaotic Star Sea!"

A flash of lightning appeared in Su Ning's right eye, and his divine sense instantly covered a thousand miles.

In the southeast direction, a blood-red light shot into the sky, staining half the sky crimson, and faint shouts of battle could be heard.

“It’s Tianxing City.” Su Ning’s voice was icy. “Let’s go.”

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a streak of purple lightning and disappeared into the sky.

Feng Xi let out a long roar, his body swelled to a hundred feet, his wings spread out and stirred up a spatial storm, carrying six Nascent Soul cultivators in close pursuit.

……

A distance of a thousand miles is but a blink of an eye for Suning today.

When Su Ning stood in mid-air, looking down at the battlefield, even with his composure, his pupils couldn't help but shrink...

Outside Tianxing City, a dark mass of demonic cultivators surged in like a tidal wave.

Although Su Ning destroyed nine of the Yin Luo Sect's eighteen Ghost Banners, the remaining nine, together with the Heavenly Demon Sect's Ten Thousand Demon Banners, formed a sky-covering "Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs Grand Array".

A chilling wind howled through the formation, and countless vengeful ghosts and vengeful spirits shrieked as they charged towards the city's protective array.

On the city wall, Ling Yuling's white clothes were stained with blood, and several cracks had appeared on the Star Sword in her hand.

Behind her, more than half of the Star Palace cultivators were dead or wounded, and those who remained had all exhausted their spiritual energy.

The light barrier of the city's protective array flickered erratically, and could collapse at any moment.

"Fairy Ling, why resist so stubbornly?" A man in black robes sneered from the front of the battle.

His face was withered like a zombie, and he held a Netherworld Mirror in his hand. Black energy churned within the mirror, and a three-headed, six-armed demonic figure could be vaguely seen...

It was Zhang Tie, the newly promoted elder of the Yinluo Sect!
If Han Li were here now, he probably wouldn't recognize the other person.

"Hand over the Star Palace Key, and I may spare your life!"

Ling Yuling wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and pointed her sword at Zhang Tie: "Don't even think about it! The Star Palace Key is related to an ancient seal, how can it be handed over to you demonic cultivators!"

"Stubborn fool!" Zhang Tie sneered, and the Netherworld Mirror shot out a beam of black light. "Break the formation!"

"boom--"

The Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs Formation was operating at full power, and nine ghost kings flew out from the nine ghost banners, joining forces to strike the city-protecting formation.

The already crumbling formation finally gave way and shattered like glass.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!" Zhang Tieli shouted.

Just as the demonic cultivators were about to charge into the city walls, the sky suddenly darkened.

It wasn't dark clouds obscuring the sun, but a gigantic, silver-gray wing that blotted out the sky swept across!

"Roar--"

When Feng Xi arrived in its complete form on the battlefield, its 1,500-foot wingspan cast a shadow of death.

Its single horn shone brightly, and a spatial rift slashed through like a sharp blade, instantly cutting the hundreds of demonic cultivators at the forefront in half!
"It's the Sky-Splitting Beast! Old Demon Su is here!" a demon cultivator cried out in terror.

As if in response to the shout, a gray bolt of lightning descended from the heavens and struck precisely in the center of the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs Formation.

The core array, composed of nine ghost banners, was reduced to ashes by the chaotic tribulation lightning!
"Zhang Tie." Su Ning strode through the air, each step causing the space to tremble. "You're courting death!"

Three simple words caused the temperature to plummet within a hundred miles.

Zhang Tie's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated the Netherworld Mirror to protect himself: "Everyone, attack together! Kill him!"

More than twenty Nascent Soul demon cultivators attacked simultaneously, unleashing a torrential downpour of magical treasures and spells.

The seemingly insignificant Ancestor of Extreme Yin grinned and unleashed his Profound Yin Demonic Qi, transforming it into a hundred-foot-long ghost claw that reached for Su Ning's crown; Meanwhile, the Vice Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Blood Fiend Old Demon, spewed out his natal blood flames, within which countless hideous ghost faces appeared.

Faced with such an offensive, Su Ning merely raised his God-Slaying Spear.

"Primordial Magnetic Divine Light".

The colorful patterns on the gun body lit up, and a hazy gray halo spread out.

A bizarre scene unfolded...

All magical artifacts malfunctioned the moment they came into contact with the light, falling like ordinary iron; their spells and supernatural powers were twisted and decomposed, dissipating into the most primal spiritual energy.

"This is impossible!" The Yin Ancestor, who had intended to take advantage of the situation, was shocked. His Xuan Yin Demonic Qi, which he had cultivated for thousands of years, was easily neutralized.

His answer was a gray spearhead.

"puff--"

The God-Slaying Spear pierced through rotten soil and penetrated the protective demonic light of the Extreme Yin Ancestor.

The infamous old demon, who had been famous for hundreds of years, stared wide-eyed at the bowl-sized hole in his chest...

Instead of bleeding from the wound, it was vaporized directly by the chaotic lightning!
"You..." The Yin Ancestor had barely uttered a single word when his body exploded into a bloody mist with a "bang".

A streak of dark light emerged from the blood mist; it was his nascent soul.

"Trying to run?" Su Ning's left eye spun like a galaxy, and a chain of starlight appeared out of thin air, binding the Nascent Soul of the Extreme Yin Ancestor tightly.

Then, to everyone's horror, the nascent soul was shattered by starlight, turning into specks of spiritual light that dissipated into the world.

One move, and he was annihilated in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

"Old Demon... He is the real Old Demon!" a demonic cultivator cried out in despair and turned to flee.

Zhang Tie's face turned ashen. He suddenly bit his tongue and spat it onto the Netherworld Mirror: "Please, Holy Ancestor, manifest your divine power!"

Black energy surged on the mirror, and a three-headed, six-armed demonic figure gradually solidified.

However, before it could fully reveal itself, a streak of silver-gray light crashed into it—…

Feng Xi's single horn pierced directly through the Netherworld Mirror, unleashing spatial power that shredded the demonic shadow!
"Ah! Damn it! My sacred artifact!" Zhang Tiexin was so distressed that he coughed up blood. This was a treasure that could summon the avatar of an ancient demon in the Nascent Soul stage!

At the same time, seeing how brave Su Ning and Feng Xi were, six Nascent Soul cultivators from the Taiyi Sect also rushed into the battlefield.

Master Qingyang unleashed his natal magic weapon, the "Qingyang Divine Fire Mirror," and a pillar of azure fire swept across, instantly turning three Core Formation demon cultivators to ashes. Fairy Zixia, on the other hand, used the Taiyi Divine Thunder, which was specifically designed to subdue yin spirits and ghosts, causing the fierce ghosts within the Ghost Banner to wail in terror.

The situation on the battlefield reversed instantly!

Seeing that the situation was not good, the deputy sect leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Blood Fiend Old Monster, transformed into a streak of blood rainbow and tried to escape.

Suddenly, Su Ning appeared before his eyes and stood in front of the Nascent Soul stage peak demonic cultivator.

"Why must you be so ruthless, fellow Daoist?" Blood Fiend Old Demon forced himself to remain calm. "I am willing to swear a great oath of the heart demon, never to be an enemy of the Taiyi Sect again!"

However, Suning's response was a chaotic thunder palm strike.

"boom!"

The twelve blood shields hastily summoned by the Blood Demon Lord shattered like paper, and his entire body was engulfed by lightning.

When the lightning dissipated, only a storage ring remained floating in the same spot.

"Vice Sect Master!" The Heavenly Demon Sect cultivators were terrified. That was a powerful cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Zhang Tie gritted his teeth and crushed a jet-black jade talisman.

The black mist exploded, and his figure gradually blurred: "Su Ning! The grudge of today will be avenged one day..."

"Trying to leave?" Su Ning's God-Slaying Spear flew from his hand, turning into a gray beam that shot into the black mist.

"Ah!" A scream rang out, the black mist dissipated, and it was revealed that the God-Slaying Spear had pierced through his buttocks.

However, Zhang Tie eventually escaped, but at a heavy price.

In fact, Suning was also getting increasingly annoyed with Zhang Tie, because he hadn't been notified in advance of these recent actions.

With their commander-in-chief fleeing, the allied forces of the demonic path completely collapsed.

The cultivators of Yinluo Sect and Tianmo Sect scattered and fled, but most of them were trapped by Feng Xi's spatial blockade.

The Taiyi Sect and Xinggong cultivators pressed their advantage, their battle cries shaking the heavens and earth.

As Ling Yuling watched Su Ning descend through the air, her tense nerves finally relaxed, and she collapsed forward as everything went black.

A pair of strong arms caught her just in time.

"You've worked hard," Su Ning said softly, channeling a stream of pure spiritual energy into her body.

A blush rose on Ling Yuling's pale face: "Senior, thank goodness you came..."

"It seems you need to start cultivating quickly! Your Star Spirit Body is very important for my advancement to the Nascent Soul stage."

"Understood! I will go into seclusion to practice life and death afterwards."

In the distance, Feng Xi was chasing down the remaining demonic cultivators.

Each flap of its wings stirred up a spatial storm, and wherever it passed, demonic cultivators fell like wheat being harvested.

The six Nascent Soul cultivators from the Taiyi Sect were also in a bloodthirsty frenzy, unleashing all sorts of powerful divine abilities at the fleeing enemy without restraint.

Outside Tianxing City, corpses lay strewn across the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.

When the last Ghost Banner was shattered by the Chaos Tribulation Lightning, this earth-shattering battle finally came to an end.

In this battle, the Demonic Alliance lost nine Nascent Soul cultivators, over a hundred Core Formation cultivators, and countless others below Foundation Establishment.

The Yinluo Sect and the Tianmo Sect suffered severe damage and will be unable to recover for hundreds of years.

However, Suning showed no joy.

He stared in the direction Zhang Tie had fled, his brow furrowed: "The Netherworld Mirror... the Ancient Demon... this matter is not over yet."

Feng Xi shrank and landed on his shoulder, whispering, "Master, the aura of that demonic shadow..."

“Yes, he is indeed at the Nascent Soul stage.” Su Ning’s gaze was profound.

...(End of chapter)