Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

Chen Jiao had already formed a hand seal, and his body was surrounded by a flowing red light, but this sudden change interrupted him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, dispelling the fire elemental energy that had just gathered at his fingertips, and turned his gaze to the source of the commotion.

The long dragon of dead souls, which had been slowly wriggling, was now churning like boiling water.

The already fragile souls were struck by this sudden burst of malevolent energy, and many of them collapsed on the spot, turning into wisps of smoke that merged into the vast yellow sand.

Caught off guard, the ghost guards on both sides of the formation were also thrown about, their formation thrown into chaos.

A cold wind howled, and yellow sand swirled around.

Four figures soared into the sky, their bodies emanating a powerful ghostly aura, revealing their ferocious true forms.

They turned out to be four fierce demon generals, each over ten feet tall and clad in armor.

Its face was blurred in the churning black mist, with only two crimson, menacing lights flickering in its eyes.

Clearly, it is not a legitimate underworld deity, but rather an old ghost that has been entrenched somewhere for many years.

The bull's huge eyes were practically blazing with fury.

He clearly recognized the origins of the four ghost generals, and slammed his heavy steel fork into the ground with a dull thud that made the surrounding yellow sand freeze.

His voice, like muffled thunder, boomed and overwhelmed the wailing and howling of ghosts, carrying undisguised killing intent:

"Who do we have here! It's just those shady rats from Guihai Mountain!"

"You bunch of filthy scum, how dare you cause trouble on the road to the underworld and disrupt the laws of the netherworld? You're truly tired of living, do you want to die again?!"

Horse-faced, on the other hand, was more calm and cautious, with sharp, lightning-fast eyes, holding a long spear horizontally.

His aura was firmly locked onto the four ghost generals, while most of his mind remained focused on the movements of the entire group of dead souls, in case there were any other tricks.

Upon hearing this, the tallest of the ghost generals, wielding a double-edged demon-headed sword, let out a sinister laugh.

"Pah! Ox-Head and Horse-Face, you two gatekeeper beasts, how dare you make a racket in front of your ghost grandfather?"

Those ten sitting in the Hall of Yama are nothing but ten stupid pigs occupying the latrine!

"The King of Hell takes turns sitting here! This seat should rightfully be occupied by my lord!"

Before the words were finished, the four ghosts each occupied a corner, emitting sharp and piercing ghostly howls.

A whistling sound rang out.

In the ranks of the dead souls, which were in even greater chaos and scattered in all directions due to the appearance of the ghost general, suddenly more than a dozen sinister auras of varying strengths, but all far exceeding those of ordinary living souls, soared into the sky!

Then, more than ten figures suddenly broke free from the horde of dead souls.

Most of them retained their appearance from when they were alive, some with tattered Taoist robes, others with demonic bodies appearing and disappearing, and each of them had a look of resentment and madness in their eyes.

Upon receiving the signal from the ghost general, they all shouted in unison and displayed their supernatural abilities.

Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the four ghost generals, they fled in all directions towards the Yellow Springs Road, carrying with them a torrent of resentment!

Chen Jiao glanced around and immediately recognized that those who were taking advantage of the chaos to escape were all cultivator souls.

All of them exhibited cultivation fluctuations at the Golden Core level, and three of their escape lights were particularly solid, revealing their true demonic soul forms, clearly indicating that they were at the Nascent Soul stage!

They all carried, to varying degrees, a fishy, ​​menacing aura and the lingering scent of calamity.

These are clearly the souls of cultivators and demons who failed to escape death and died on the spot during the recent catastrophe at the Weak Water.

According to the usual practice in the underworld, such cultivators and ghosts with strong spiritual power and deep-seated obsessions should be escorted away separately immediately.

They are sent directly to the judge's court for trial and judgment, and will never be mixed with ordinary living beings or the dead, so as to avoid any unforeseen complications.

At this moment, they were mixed among ordinary souls, clearly indicating that the four Ghost Generals of Guihai Mountain had used some kind of secret technique to conceal their aura. (Chapter update reminder: Chapter 252 Yama Takes Turns, The Cause Sown by Xuan Ling, Reading Address.)

"Hahaha! The underworld? Yama? I lived a carefree life, why should I be subject to your imprisonment and judgment after death!"

"The Weak Water swallows the sky, what have we done to deserve such a tragic death? Heaven is unjust, and reincarnation is blind! Even if my soul is scattered, it is better than suffering in that damned City of the Unjustly Dead!"

"I'd rather be a carefree ghost than suffer the torment of reincarnation!"

"Friends of Guihai Mountain, thank you for your rescue! You will surely be rewarded in the future!"

These cultivators and demons knew that their sins were grave, and that due to the karmic consequences of their past lives, it was impossible for them to be reincarnated immediately.

It seems there's no escaping the various tortures of the eighteen levels of hell.

Now that they have a sliver of freedom, they are naturally willing to take any risks.

The ghost general wielding the double-edged ghost-headed sword killed a ghost messenger with a single blow, while simultaneously shouting in a fierce voice:

"Gentlemen! Do not forget our promise!"

Once you're free, come quickly to my Guihai Mountain for a reunion! There you'll find boundless joy and freedom there!

"Hmph! Want to leave? Stay!"

Horse-faced snorted coldly; he was already on guard.

Before he finished speaking, the thick, heavy black iron spear in his hand suddenly trembled.

The seven or eight thick, black chains, each about the thickness of a bowl and engraved with demon-suppressing runes, wrapped around the gun barrel shot out like venomous pythons.

With lightning speed, they attacked more than a dozen cultivators who were scattering and fleeing!

However, as soon as the chains were released, two powerful ghostly energies clashed with them!

However, it was two other members of the Four Ghost Generals of Guihai Mountain, one wielding double hooks and the other holding a bone whip, who directly shook off the chains shot out by the horse-faced demon.

Enraged by this, Ox-Head roared and whipped up a gust of yin wind with his steel fork, aiming straight for the arrogant ghost general and another ghost general wielding a spiked club.

The eerie atmosphere and gloomy winds caused sand and stones to fly along the road to the underworld, and the withered red flowers of the other shore fell, further disturbing countless souls who staggered and wailed.

The four ghost generals did not seek to harm the enemy; their only goal was to hold off the two Yin generals, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, to create an opportunity for the cultivators and ghosts to escape.

On the road to the underworld, chaos erupted instantly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the dozen or so cultivators and ghosts, no longer hindered, used their escape techniques to flee rapidly into the boundless, dark, and gloomy depths of the surrounding area!

Amidst the chaos, a streak of light stood out swiftly and conspicuously.

Wherever it passed, the chilling aura intensified, leaving a pale trail of icy crystals on the dim road to the underworld.

Within the shimmering light, a colossal python-like form could be vaguely seen, its entire body a deep blue, its scales perfectly formed, and a single horn on its head—the very soul of a thousand-year-old icy python.

This demonic soul possessed an overwhelming aura, far surpassing the other fleeing ghosts around it, and was clearly the strongest of the three Nascent Soul demonic souls.

In his previous life, he was a renowned Nascent Soul demon from the depths of the East Sea, who called himself "Great Demon Lord of Cold Depths." He dominated a region of the sea, ruled over aquatic creatures, and was famous for his power and prestige.

Unfortunately, bad luck struck.

They encountered the calamity of the Weak Water of the East Sea, and even more unfortunately, they encountered Xuan Ling's sword strike that swept across the vast land in order to clear away evil and untangle the water veins.

The mighty Nascent Soul Demon Lord perished under the sword that split the sea and cleaved the clouds, his physical body destroyed, and his thousand years of arduous cultivation went to waste.

Only this demonic soul remained, which was summoned by the underworld.

Perhaps because he was originally a demon cultivator with a water-elemental, yin-cold constitution, he had something in common with the yin energy of the underworld.

Therefore, even though it perished as a ghost, its Nascent Soul cultivation was not greatly diminished, its soul remained solid, and its ferocious power was still present.

However, this Cold and Profound Demon Lord was naturally arrogant and had long held the title of sovereign and ancestor.

Even though he died and was transformed into a ghost, his deep-seated arrogance remained undiminished.

Now that he was free, he had no intention of joining forces with the Guihai Mountain.

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