Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

However, before they could get close, several figures had already appeared near the red light.

The leader, dressed in a black robe with dark gold patterns, had a refined face but an imposing aura. He was none other than the Ghost King, the sect leader of the Demonic Sect!

The source of the red light that trapped the yellow bird was none other than the Fulong Cauldron, which was floating in front of the Ghost King!

"Sect Master, the Yellow Bird has been trapped. Should we deal with these troublesome junior members of Qingyun Sect as well?"

Or we could capture a few and exchange them with that old thief Dao Xuan for Miss You and You Ji.

Behind the Ghost King, Azure Dragon elegantly waved his folding fan, but his tone carried a chilling murderous intent.

The other members of the Ghost King Sect, such as White Tiger and Black Tortoise, also exuded a powerful aura and were eager to try.

The Ghost King did not answer immediately; his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's.

He glanced in several other directions, his hands slightly clenched inside his sleeves, as if weighing something.

Finally, he suppressed the cold killing intent in his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"No need to complicate things, let's go!"

Before he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, and the Fulong Cauldron shone brightly with red light, forcibly taking the struggling yellow bird into the cauldron.

He then turned around and transformed into a streak of black light, speeding away.

Although Qinglong and the others were unwilling, they followed closely behind without hesitation.

Xiao Yicai watched the Ghost King and the others leave, his brows furrowed, and turned to Xu Changqing beside him:

"Senior Brother Xu, the Ghost King Sect acts in secret. Their capture of the Yellow Bird suggests they have a grand scheme. Should we...?"

Xu Changqing looked thoughtful; as the eldest disciple of the Shu Mountain Sect, he possessed extraordinary insight.

"What Senior Brother Xiao said is absolutely right. The Ghost King Sect must have a major scheme."

only……

The enemy has many experts, and the Ghost King's cultivation is unfathomable. If we rashly pursue them, we may face unforeseen dangers.

How about...

Before he could finish speaking, a dashing and unrestrained voice came from the horizon, breaking the stagnant atmosphere in the room.

"Your Excellency Ghost King, it's been many years. You've just received your reward and you want to leave already? Isn't that rather unfair?"

The sound grew louder as it approached, accompanied by a strong aroma of alcohol.

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Shu Mountain Sect immediately beamed with joy and exclaimed, "It's Martial Uncle Mo!"

"Master Uncle Sword Immortal is here!"

There was a man dressed in a somewhat shabby Taoist robe, with a large red gourd hanging from his waist.

The figure riding a flying sword flew in crookedly; who else could it be but Mo Yixi, the Drunken Sword Immortal of the Shu Mountain Sect?

The Ghost King's departing light paused slightly. He turned around, looked at Mo Yixi, and frowned slightly: "Mo Yixi? It's you."

"It is indeed I, the humble Taoist. The Ghost King Sect Master remains as dashing as ever, but his actions have become increasingly 'low-key'."

Mo Yixi picked up the gourd of wine, took a swig, and chuckled, her tone sarcastic.

The Ghost King ignored his mockery, his gaze sweeping across the void once more, and he coldly snorted, "Hmph! You cowardly coward, why don't you show yourself?"

As he finished speaking, the surrounding space rippled slightly, and several powerful auras suddenly descended!

"Amitabha!"

As a Buddhist chant rang out, Master Pufang of Tianyin Temple, holding a Zen staff, descended from the sky, his appearance solemn and dignified.

"The Ghost King Sect has wreaked havoc on the world. Now that we've encountered them, how can we allow them to leave so easily!"

Elder Lü Shun of Burning Incense Valley had a fiery temper; his voice preceded his arrival, and flames swirled around him.

"Ghost King, how have you been?" Han Jiu Zhenren of Tianyong City spoke calmly, with a faint sword light appearing behind him.

"snort!"

Master Kongming of Shaolin Temple merely snorted coldly, and an incomparably powerful Buddhist aura locked onto the Ghost King.

The last figure startled the Qingyun Sect members slightly; it was none other than the Cangsong Daoist, who was supposed to be "doing good deeds and accumulating merit" at the foot of the mountain!

He glanced at the Ghost King with a complicated expression, then stood in front of Xiao Yicai and the others, his aura heavy and composed.

He had already faintly touched the threshold of the Taiqing realm and reached the level of a half-step Yin God!

"It's Master Pufang from Tianyin Temple! Master Hanjiu from Tianyong City! Elder Lü Shun from Fenxiang Valley! Master Kongming from Shaolin Temple! And our Uncle Cangsong from Qingyun! Plus the Drunken Sword Immortal from Shushan... The masters of the six major sects have actually gathered here!"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd watching in the distance.

"Could it be that the six major sects anticipated the Ghost King's arrival and deliberately laid a trap to annihilate him?"

"I don't think so. It's more likely to be to protect their own young disciples, after all, the Death Swamp is extremely dangerous..."

The crowd began to discuss the matter, and the scene became extremely delicate.

Six top experts from the righteous path subtly formed an encirclement, trapping the Ghost King Sect members in the center.

Faced with such a formidable array, the Ghost King showed no sign of panic; instead, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"What a bunch of six major sects! Their young disciples are going out to gain experience, and they actually need so many 'senior experts' to secretly protect them. They're getting more and more 'cautious' and 'timid'!"

He was certain that this was not an ambush targeting him, but rather a coincidence that had come together.

However, just when the tension was at its peak, another unexpected event occurred!

A blood-red shadow moved at incredible speed, as if tearing through the void.

It shot in from a distance and suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that it was a woman dressed in white.

Her beauty was unparalleled, and her eyes and brows naturally possessed a captivating charm that could bewitch all beings.

It seems to stir up the most primal desires in people's hearts.

However, her eyes, which should have been brimming with autumn water, were now bloodshot.

It exudes an eerie and ominous aura, making people shudder at the sight of it.

All the righteous people instantly went on alert, their magical artifacts shone brightly, and their auras locked onto the suddenly appearing woman in white.

Only the Ghost King, upon seeing the woman's face clearly, felt a complex and indescribable emotion flash in his eyes, along with a barely perceptible pain. He spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Big sister...you...what brings you here?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the righteous sects felt a chill run down their spines!

This white-clad woman, whose aura was unfathomable and whose presence was incredibly eerie, was actually the Ghost King's eldest sister?

When did the Demonic Cult produce such a terrifying figure?

The woman in white slowly turned her head, her crimson eyes fixed on the Ghost King, her tone carrying a distant indifference:

"There's no need to call her 'elder sister' anymore. After all..."

She paused slightly and didn't continue.

But the Ghost King seemed to be struck by an invisible hammer, his body visibly stiffening for a moment.

An overwhelming sense of sorrow emanated from him.

He seemed to have aged several years in an instant.

Seeing this, Mo Yixi, Pu Fang, and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that there is some lingering resentment between this woman and the Ghost King, and they may even have some old grudges.

As long as she doesn't interfere and help the Ghost King, the situation remains under her control.

The woman in white stopped looking at the Ghost King and turned her gaze to Mo Yixi and the others, her captivating allure and pressure slightly diminishing.

"You don't need to be so nervous. I'm not here today to attack you."

After saying that, she turned around and looked at the Qingyun Sect disciples led by Xiao Yicai and Zhao Ling'er.