Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 250 The Demon Lord's Resurrection
Chen Ye was unaware of the major events that had occurred at the foot of Green Coffin Mountain; he was currently only protecting a group of Incense Burning Sect disciples as they evacuated.

But this evacuation was not so simple.

The Spirit Beast Hall, the Gold Melting Hall, and the Hundred Crafts Hall of the Incense Burning Sect—the three main halls—betrayed the sect. Although not all disciples became traitors, with the hall masters leading the way, many pillars of the sect naturally sided with the traitors.

Chen Ye made quite a commotion, not only gathering a large number of Burning Incense Sect disciples, but also emptying several warehouses, especially the library, which was almost uprooted by Chen Ye.

Such a commotion was bound to attract attention.

The leader of the Melting Gold Hall caught up with a group of disciples.

Chen Ye was furious and yelled, "Why aren't you dealing with the Longevity Hall? Why are you arguing with a junior like him? Have you no shame?"

People who betray others must be shameless.

Hong Xiayang, the leader of the Melting Gold Hall, was truly shameless. He and two other hall leaders besieged Ren Hongchuan of the Longevity Hall, but were ambushed by Qu Heng who happened to be passing by, resulting in the three of them being secretly attacked instead.

As a result, the Changsheng Hall successfully set up the formation, and the battle has dragged on for a long time without a clear winner.

The original plan was for the traitors in their three halls to dismantle the internal formation of the Incense Burning Sect, and then launch a surprise attack to suppress the other cultivators of the Incense Burning Sect.

With the help of both inside and outside forces, the Demonic Sect was able to break the seal on Demon Lord Wujiu.

At that time, Lu Xingzhou was too busy to deal with everything and could only suppress the Demon Lord Wujiu first, so he couldn't take care of them at all.

Once the resistance within the Incense Burning Sect is completely suppressed, the members of the three halls can use the Incense Burning Sect's formation to suppress Lu Xingzhou in return.

Everything was going well, but Lu Xingzhou was indeed held back and had not shown up until now.

The Demon Lord Wujiu even stretched out a hand, clearly indicating that his resurrection was not far off.

The three hall masters were already eager to welcome the Demon Lord.

In truth, Demon Lord Wujiu is the elder of the three halls. It is the Incense Burning Sect that has wronged this "senior brother" of yesteryear. The three hall masters now have a legitimate reason to seek justice for their elder.

Now that Zhang Qi has ascended to heaven and Lu Xingzhou has been suppressed, once the Demon Lord Wujiu is resurrected, he will be invincible.

With the three of them following the Demon Lord Wujiu, they could naturally become beings second only to the Demon Lord.

The Incense Burning Sect should have unified the world long ago, why should it be looked down upon by the Qinghe Sword Sect every day?

However, this dream was only half realized. The Longevity Hall withstood the pressure and managed to hold onto a key element of the formation, making it impossible for them to control the Incense Burning Sect's mountain gate formation.

Even more outrageous is that Chen Ye, a nobody, actually managed to gather a bunch of disciples from the Incense Burning Sect.

Hong Xiayang had no idea where Chen Ye had come from. He was afraid that Chen Ye would manage to guard another key point of the formation, which would put them in a lot of trouble.

What if those devils can't hold off Lu Xingzhou?
If this sect leader were to withdraw his hand, wouldn't they be doomed?

If we can't take down Changshengtang, we have to deal with Chen Ye first.

Hong Xiayang then led his disciples toward Chen Ye.

Before they even got close, Hong Xiayang gave an order, commanding the disciples of the Melting Gold Hall to make their move.

This sect is most skilled at crafting magical artifacts. Each disciple has multiple magical treasures in their hands. From a distance, they threw a bunch of flying swords and precious beads at Chen Ye, like a rain of hundreds of colorful lights falling towards him.

Despite the barrage of magical treasures, Chen Ye remained calm. He forcefully waved the Myriad Souls Banner, and thousands upon thousands of Yin souls flew out, condensing into a dark mist.

Countless magical artifacts fell into the mist, making various noises and causing the mist to churn and tumble as if it were about to break apart at any moment.

But Hong Xiayang frowned; he had the highest cultivation level and could see things most clearly.

The magical artifacts thrown out by the disciples had no effect whatsoever, and they couldn't even destroy the vengeful spirits and ghosts.

"There's something wrong with the Soul Banner in this person's hand!"

Just as Hong Xiayang was about to take action himself, he saw a pale hand emerge from the billowing black mist.

Its fingers alone were several meters long, each one incredibly thick and containing immense power.

Hong Xiayang felt as if he had seen a smaller version of the Demon Lord Wujiu, which frightened him so much that his face changed color.

The hand that emerged from the black mist didn't stop. With a forceful squeeze, a ghostly light flashed in the palm, and a bluish-black three-pronged fork was grabbed by the large hand and then thrown forcefully toward Hong Xiayang.

These three prongs were as big as small mountains and moved extremely fast. Hong Xiayang quickly summoned a bronze mirror magic weapon, which grew as it faced the wind and transformed into an equally huge shield to block the three prongs.

With a loud bang, the collision of the two magical artifacts made everyone's ears ache.

The three-pronged fork was knocked away, and Hong Xiayang also felt a tightness in his chest, having suffered a considerable impact.

The spiritual energy contained in this three-pronged fork was extremely high, and the opponent's cultivation level seemed to be even higher than his own.

This shocked Hong Xiayang. He was already close to reaching the Void Returning Realm, so what realm was that young man holding the Myriad Soul Banner at?

But before Hong Xiayang could figure it out, another change occurred within the black mist. The black mist surged violently like boiling water, and amidst howling winds, a deep, abyss-like fissure suddenly opened up.

The giant hand seemed to grow bluish-black hair, its five fingers gripping the ground like pillars, instantly crushing pebbles into dust beneath its claws. With a deafening roar, a massive bull's head burst through the black mist, appearing before everyone.

The bull's head had curved horns burning with raging flames, and was surrounded by a blue mist, as if it were formed from countless wailing, resentful souls.

When the minotaur emerged completely from the black mist, its red, bell-like eyes stared intently at Hong Xiayang, giving him a feeling of being crushed by Mount Tai.

When its full form was revealed, a mountain-like shadow enveloped half the battlefield.

The monster wielded a trident and wore jet-black iron armor, from which foul-smelling blood seeped continuously. Most terrifying of all were the nine severed heads hanging at its waist; as the underworld general stepped forward, the tongues of those heads contracted and expanded like venomous snakes.

Ox-Head, a general of the underworld, was one of the major underworld deities that Chen Ye had designated when he conferred the titles of gods.

The position was originally intended for the Ox-Headed City God. As long as he remained loyal to the Yellow Springs Sect, Chen Ye would eventually promote him to the position of Ox-Headed Underworld General.

Unfortunately, the bull-headed creature was ungrateful and actually led the rebellion, so Chen Ye simply took it in.

Today, all the remaining incense from those few rebellious city gods was used up. Using the Yin soldiers in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner as the skeleton and the hundreds of vengeful souls as the auxiliary, the form of this Ox-Headed Underworld General was condensed.

Just like Chen Ye used the unpredictable transformations of the Yin soldiers, this Ox-Headed Underworld General's power was on another level.

The three-pronged fork whipped up a whirlwind, sweeping towards Hong Xiayang.

This forced the Nascent Soul cultivator to use his magic weapon again to defend himself, but this time, he felt a pain in his waist as soon as he made his move.

The spiritual energy that had just been gathered became slightly obstructed, causing the bronze mirror magic weapon in his hand to weaken a bit.

The three-pronged fork slammed heavily onto the bronze mirror, sending Hong Xiayang flying hundreds of feet, leaving a trail of turbulence in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the trident spun around again and smashed into the Melting Gold Hall disciples who hadn't even reacted yet.

The fork was as big as a mountain. When it swept across, many disciples of the Melting Gold Hall were hit and coughed up blood. Those who were unlucky were smashed into mincemeat on the spot.

With just one move, they suffered heavy losses.

Moreover, those disciples of the Melting Gold Hall who escaped the calamity and wanted to fight back were immediately ambushed. The attack, which came from an unknown source, directly pierced through their protective magic treasures and disrupted the circulation of spiritual energy within their bodies.

Their injuries weren't serious, but the timing was perfect, leaving them completely powerless to resist. They could only watch helplessly as the massive trident crashed down again, turning them into mincemeat.

It sounds complicated, but the confrontation happened in the blink of an eye.

To onlookers, only a golden light flashed through the enemy ranks before the bull-headed underworld general's trident smashed them into large patches of crimson blood.

Chen Ye was quite satisfied with the power of the Ox-Headed Underworld General, but he was even more surprised by Mo Ci's methods.

Master ran too fast and too cunningly. Chen Ye couldn't understand how he could so easily move among these traitors and interrupt their spellcasting so precisely.

It was as if Mo Ci could find a route through the enemy formation in an instant, and even calculate the timing of their formation changes.

This is the agility talent that Mo Ci is so proud of, which, combined with the divine power of the Day Wanderer, can be said to complement each other perfectly.

Mo Ci's sneak attack didn't take much effort; he simply disrupted your spellcasting and then handed it over to Niu Tou Ming Jiang to deal with.

The two worked together seamlessly, easily killing the disciples of the Melting Gold Hall who fled in tears. When Hong Xiayang flew back from afar, he only saw a pile of his disciples dead, and the Bull-Headed Underworld General once again raised his trident at him.

Hong Xiayang never expected that he would provoke such an extraordinary thing. Surprised, he even had the idea of ​​running away.

With the battle situation unfavorable and unable to control the Fenxiang Sect's mountain gate formation in time, Lu Xingzhou could appear at any moment.

If we run now, is it still possible to make it in time?

Once this thought arose, it took root firmly in Hong Xiayang's heart.

After only a moment's hesitation, Hong Xiayang turned around and flew away into the distance, as if he had made up his mind.

Chen Ye was surprised to see that Hong Xiayang hadn't lost. He had only suffered a minor loss. If they really fought, Chen Ye might not be able to defeat Hong Xiayang before his spiritual energy was exhausted. After all, Hong Xiayang was the head of the Melting Gold Hall, not an ordinary cultivator.

Why did he run away?

Could it be that something has happened?
Just as Chen Ye was worrying, the earth shook violently once again.

The green mountains before them trembled and cracked, as if the foundation of Green Coffin Mountain was being torn apart by an invisible giant hand, producing a deafening roar.

The giant, dark blue hand that had previously protruded from the ground suddenly gripped the ground, its five fingers digging deep into the rock, like five pillars supporting the sky exerting force.

With a deafening roar, the ground collapsed, and a colossal shadow slowly rose from the abyss.

His head was the first to pierce the dust and haze, his long, gray hair cascading down like a waterfall, each strand entwined with howling, vengeful spirits. His blood-red eyes reflected mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and wherever his gaze fell, vegetation withered and turned to ash in an instant.

The demonic master, sealed for a thousand years, finally broke free of the seal and was fully resurrected.

(End of this chapter)