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Looking at the contents of the gold panel, a hint of joy flashed in Li Shizhou's eyes.

"I didn't expect there would be such an unexpected bonus."

After he released his divine sense to its fullest extent, he felt a sudden tightness in his heart.

Because there was more than one ghost seven miles away from him.

Besides the one with late-stage Core Formation strength, there are two others with mid-stage Core Formation strength.

"Junior Sister Wen, there's a late-stage Core Formation ghost and two mid-stage Core Formation ghosts ahead. Be prepared for battle, as something unexpected might happen if we start fighting," Li Shizhou said solemnly.

Wen Qiao'er's expression changed upon hearing this: "Three of them, including one in the late stage of Core Formation. Can Senior Brother handle them?"

"It's alright, it just takes a little more effort. If all else fails, I still have the talisman treasure given to me by Uncle Leng. Junior Sister, just focus on defense and leave the killing to me."

After hearing this, Wen Qiao'er calmed down considerably and unleashed all her defensive talismans and magical artifacts.

Li Shizhou, with a thought, activated his purple-gold ancient treasure armor to protect his entire body, and at the same time took out the other two ancient treasures from his storage bag.

He wore a boxing glove on his right hand, while simultaneously holding a small bell about half a foot high.

After traveling for a while, the fur of the Soul-Crying Beast on his shoulder suddenly stood up, and three figures came into Li Shizhou's view, closing in on the two of them.

The ghost standing in the very center exuded an aura equivalent to that of a cultivator in the late stage of Core Formation.

He wore tattered monk robes, his exposed skin was withered and purplish, his black fingernails were more than an inch long, and his deep-set eyes gleamed with a ghostly green light.

He gripped a four-foot-long, bloodstained blue sword tightly in his right hand, while his left fingernails scraped against the sword with a teeth-grinding sound.

Judging from the situation, it seems that the cultivator who had previously entered this place had unfortunately perished. Over time, his body was nourished by the yin energy and transformed into a ghost, which then used the cultivator's magical artifacts as weapons.

The other two ghosts were also humanoid, but much smaller, a head shorter than an ordinary human man.

Its entire body was covered with several inches of dark green fur, and its yellowish-white fangs protruded more than two inches from its mouth.

One hand holds a five-foot-long bone fork, while the other holds a bone whip made from the spine of a demon beast.

The three ghosts emitted extremely unpleasant whimpers from their throats.

Wen Qiao'er had always stayed in the Star Palace refining pills and rarely went out, so she naturally lacked experience in combat.

Even though he had been mentally prepared, when he actually saw the three ghosts with his own eyes, he couldn't help but feel panicked.

Seeing her like this, Li Shizhou summoned the level six Purple-Eyed Bixie and used his divine sense to command it to stay by Wen Qiao'er's side to protect her. He also released Gou'er and sent it underground to await further orders.

When the three ghosts approached, he didn't boast. He threw the small bell, which was half a foot tall, into the air, and it transformed into a giant bell that was over ten feet tall and three feet in diameter.

With a loud bang, the giant bell landed, enveloping the ghost wielding the blue longsword. The ground within a hundred feet trembled, and the aftershocks stirred up clouds of dust.

The strongest ghost was already trapped by the ancient treasure. He and Tihun could easily defeat the two mid-stage Core Formation level ghosts.

The wailing spirit perched on Li Shizhou's shoulder cried out twice, then jumped to the ground, its enormous nostrils spewing out yellow light that swept towards the green-haired ghost wielding a bone fork.

The ghost was rushing towards the weeping soul, but was absorbed by the yellow glow.

Feeling a portion of its soul power being drained, the green-haired ghost realized it had met its nemesis.

Because it still had a physical body, it could hold on for a while as long as it wasn't absorbed by the rosy light at close range. It hurriedly spat out green ghost fire from its bone fork to block the rosy light, while desperately retreating backward.

Li Shizhou was engaged in a fierce battle with a ghost wielding a bone whip. He possessed the Heavenly Flame and was not afraid of this fiend, but these were all food for the Crying Souls, so he did not kill it.

The one in the late stage of Core Formation was wielding a longsword, trying to break the giant bell. With each swing of the longsword, Li Shizhou's mana was consumed in considerable quantities.

He was both worried and delighted. He was worried that this would consume too much of his magic power, but he was delighted that it showed the longsword was extremely powerful.

Although Tihun had the upper hand at this point, it would still take some time to resolve the battle.

Seeing this, in order to avoid any unforeseen complications, Li Shizhou ordered Mo Lishou to hold back the ghost holding the bone whip, while he himself took to the air to help Ti Hun.

In less than a breath, a giant golden fist, three zhang wide, blasted a crater more than ten zhang deep into the ground.

The ghost holding the bone fork was lying at the bottom of the pit, not yet getting up, when the weeping soul jumped into the pit and stood on it, the glowing light pressing against the ghost's face as it inhaled deeply.

In just a few breaths, the Howling Soul Beast leaped out of the pit and hopped towards the green-haired ghost wielding the bone whip.

A moment later, after defeating two opponents at the mid-stage of Core Formation, Li Shizhou put away the giant bell.

The late-stage Core Formation ghost, wielding a long sword, had just gained its freedom when it suddenly opened its pitch-black mouth, and a series of extremely mournful ghostly wails echoed out.

The wailing sound was so powerful it could shake one's very soul, filling Li Shizhou with boundless despair and sorrow.

Fortunately, he had a strong spirit and the Soul-Nourishing Wood for protection, so he recovered from his initial distress.

Wen Qiao'er's situation at the border was not good. She was squatting on the ground, covering her ears with her hands, and her face showed a painful expression.

Li Shizhou thought to himself, "Women are such a hassle."

He had several ornaments made of soul-nourishing wood on him, so he tore off a dark black wooden plaque from his chest.

After tossing it beside Wen Qiao'er, he transmitted his voice, "Junior sister, take this. This can help you resist the wailing of ghosts."

Wen Qiao'er was breathing rapidly. With her trembling right hand, she managed to pick up the item and hang it on her body, which relieved her breathing somewhat.

Upon seeing this, the ghost wielding the longsword shut its mouth, moved its feet suddenly, and its figure transformed into a blur. With a sharp whistling sound, the longsword in its hand slashed towards Li Shizhou.

Li Shizhou flashed, and at the same time waved his left hand, causing rolling black mist to envelop an area of ​​nearly fifty feet around him.

The ghostly creature slashed through the air with its sword, but before it could even detect the enemy's presence, it was enveloped in a radiant glow from behind.

Just as this raven was about to swing its sword to attack the Soul-Crying Beast behind it, its body had already been dragged underground by Mo Li Beast Dog using earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a technique used by the beast), leaving only its head exposed.

The arm gripping the longsword was also tightly wrapped around the dog's slender tail.

At the same time, Li Shizhou's right hand, clad in a golden gauntlet, and the massive palm of the level-six purple-eyed beast that had rushed over, took turns attacking the beast's head.

Even with its immense strength, it had nowhere to use it, and could only watch helplessly as the Soul-Crying Beast leaped in front of it, while the suction force of the rosy light suddenly increased dramatically.

After a while, the Soul-Crying Beast let out a burp, jumped onto Li Shizhou's shoulder, and patted its round belly.

Li Shizhou then put away the black mist, holding a blue longsword in his hand and playing with it. After swinging it a few times, he put it into his storage bag.

Wen Qiao'er had already recovered her senses, and she did not detect the ghost's presence with her divine sense.

Then, blinking her watery eyes in surprise, she asked, "Senior brother, did you eliminate all three-headed ghosts?"