Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

After suppressing Qin Han, the man in black robes became complacent and talked to himself for a while, as if he had Qin Han completely under his control.

After about the time it takes to eat a meal, the man in the black robe finally quieted down.

With a wave of his hand, the ancient Soul-Locking Tower, a seven-story structure, slowly rose up, revealing the empty ground below.

"Um?"

The man in black robes froze, staring intently, but there was no one there.

Qin Han's figure, along with all his aura, vanished completely, as if he had never existed.

"This time the refining was so thorough..."

The man in black robes looked surprised. He probed the Soul Locking Tower with his divine sense and searched each floor carefully. His expression immediately turned ugly.

However, there was neither Qin Han's soul nor his aura inside the tower, nor even a trace of residual magical power fluctuations could be sensed.

The black-robed man's expression immediately turned ashen; he didn't believe anyone could escape from his Soul-Locking Tower.

You should know that he has been cultivating the Ghost Path for hundreds of years, and since obtaining this ancient treasure, he has never failed. No living being suppressed by the pagoda, whether human, demon, or ghost, has ever been able to escape.

Even the few main souls currently sealed within the tower, the lowest of whom had cultivation level in life was at least mid-stage Core Formation!

But today, such an unbelievable thing has happened!

"Could it be that it was refined too quickly, leaving not even ashes?" The moment this thought crossed his mind, the man in black robes shook his head, realizing that the idea was untenable.

How could a cultivator at the peak of the Core Formation stage be completely cleansed in the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea?

Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure it out, a faint ripple suddenly came from the open space in front of him.

The black-robed man's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously took half a step back. The Soul-Locking Tower in his hand shone brightly, and the protective ghostly energy instantly condensed into a thick barrier, firmly protecting him.

The next moment, black and white light flashed out of thin air, and a figure appeared out of nowhere!

Qin Han stood there, looking at the man in black robes with a half-smile, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Fellow Daoist, your treasure is nothing special."

Upon hearing this, the man in black robes' expression changed drastically, and a hint of horror flashed deep in his pupils.

"How...how did you escape unharmed?!"

His voice was tinged with exasperation, and the Soul-Locking Tower in his hand trembled slightly.

"Such a thing has never happened before with my pagoda! Never!"

Qin Han sneered, his tone sinister and chilling.

"A dying man has nothing to say."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly sprang up, transforming into a streak of black light, and rushed over with incredible speed, showing no intention of saying another word.

The black-robed man's face darkened, knowing that things could not be resolved peacefully today. He immediately stopped talking and made hand seals. The Soul-Locking Tower in his hands trembled violently, and the ghostly blue energy surged out like a tide, rushing madly towards Qin Han who was coming towards him.

At the same time, he reached into his robes with his other hand and took out a black bone ring.

The bone ring was about the size of a bowl, and it was made up of unknown, pale white bone fragments. Each bone fragment was covered with dense, tiny runes, emitting a sinister and eerie glow.

"Let me show you the power of my Ghost King Sect's most prized treasure, the 'Flower-Splitting Crimson Bone Ring'!"

The man in black robes grinned maliciously, and the bone ring flew out of his hand, growing larger in the wind until it reached a size of about ten feet, hovering in mid-air and spinning rapidly.

But on the bone ring, countless bone pieces bloomed like flower petals, each piece gleaming with a chilling light, sharp as a knife.

"go!"

With a low shout from the man in black robes, the bone ring trembled violently, and countless bone fragments shot out like dense raindrops, covering Qin Han from all directions!

Seeing this, Qin Han snorted coldly, and the ghostly mist around him surged, then transformed into a pitch-black barrier, completely enveloping him.

"Pfft pfft pfft"

The bone flap cut into the barrier with a dull thud.

However, the ghostly mist on the surface of the barrier was constantly churning, dissolving the impact of the bone fragments layer by layer, but at the same time it was also being consumed. After a few breaths, the surface was covered with dense cracks.

Seeing this, Qin Han frowned slightly. The power of this bone ring was even stronger than he had expected!

Seeing that his attack had failed, the man in black sneered and reached into his robes with his other hand, taking out a gourd the size of a palm.

The gourd was entirely gilded, its surface engraved with intricate runes and symbols, emitting a faint golden glow.

Unlike ordinary magical artifacts, this gourd does not give people a grand and righteous feeling, but rather an indescribable eeriness, like a "ghost Buddha" sculpture in the wilderness, as if something indescribable is hidden inside the gourd.

"disease!"

The man in black robes gave a low shout, quickly pulled out the gourd lid, and pointed the gourd mouth at Qin Han.

But then a flash of dark light appeared at the mouth of the gourd, and a golden thread as thin as a hair shot out from it, reaching mid-air in the blink of an eye, its speed was unbelievable!

Qin Han's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously looked up.

The golden thread floated silently in mid-air, then suddenly released a large plume of thick, black mist, like ink dripping into water.

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic eye slowly emerged from the black mist! It was about half a zhang in size, and wisps of black energy drifted out of the eye, giving people an extremely eerie and terrifying feeling.

Qin Han was shocked when he saw this.

Just then, Qin Han felt a tingling sensation in his Niwan Palace and briefly lost consciousness. When he came to his senses, he was covered in a cold sweat.

That eerie giant eye was already above the top of his head, and a blinding golden light as thick as an arm shot out from it, with a terrifying force that seemed to want to pierce through Qin Han's head on the spot!

Qin Han quickly made a thought and disappeared from the spot. The moment he disappeared, the golden light shot out after him, blasting a huge crater about ten feet in size into the place where Qin Han was!

Seeing Qin Han mysteriously disappear again, the black-robed cultivator was stunned. He quickly looked closely and saw that the place was empty, without a trace of anyone. It was truly bizarre!

The next moment, the spot where Qin Han had been standing flashed with black and white light again, and he reappeared there.

Seeing this, the man in black robes was convinced that Qin Han was probably carrying some extraordinary treasure, as he could disappear into thin air and reappear in the same place. Such a method was truly unheard of!

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate to form hand seals and chant incantations. In an instant, the Soul-Locking Tower, which had been exerting pressure on his head, shone brightly again and swelled up in the storm, transforming into a giant tower tens of feet tall in the blink of an eye.

Qin Han felt an overwhelming force of confinement descend upon him, his body feeling as if it were filled with lead, making even the slightest movement extremely difficult.

Seeing Qin Han imprisoned in place, the man in black robes grinned maliciously. While activating the Soul Locking Tower to control Qin Han, he also took out a talisman from his pocket.

The talisman was about the size of a palm, entirely black, with densely packed runes drawn on its surface in a crimson material.

As soon as this talisman appeared, it emitted a suffocatingly cold and oppressive aura, which spread rapidly in all directions, making it even more suffocating than the Soul Locking Tower!

"You like to hide, huh? Let me see if you can dodge this 'Netherworld Needle Talisman Treasure'!" The black-robed man's voice was laced with malice.

"This is a talismanic artifact crafted by one of our sect's Nascent Soul stage elders before his passing, its power boundless. To die by its hand is truly your good fortune!"

After saying that, he opened his mouth without hesitation, and a jet of black substance sprayed onto the talisman.

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