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Chapter 104 Devouring the Ghostly Grand Duke

The ghost was a thousand feet tall, with a face as black as ink, three heads and six arms, and its entire body was covered with strange, gaping mouths that kept opening and closing.

Its massive mouth contained cleaving fangs that dripped with thick, dark green venom, emitting a nauseating stench.

The most terrifying part was its abdomen, which was constantly writhing, as if countless living creatures were struggling inside.

"This is the Devouring Ghost King, the strongest ghost king within a radius of 100,000 li!" Black Impermanence's voice trembled.

The White Impermanence beside him was in no better shape; his already pale face was now completely bloodless, and his lips trembled as he was unable to speak.

Song Yi's face also showed a solemn expression.

This Devouring Ghost Grand Duke is extremely powerful; in terms of aura alone, it even surpasses Tianyunzi's Heavenly Flower Pattern Rhinoceros by several points.

He dared not delay and first summoned the Xuanhuang Pagoda. The pagoda flew out from his sleeve, grew in the wind, and transformed into a delicate pagoda more than ten feet tall, which hung above his head and slowly rotated.

The primordial energy descended like an inverted bell, protecting him and the ghostly spirits below.

Then, he formed hand seals and unleashed the Taiqing Purple Mansion Immortal Thunder.

The enormous Tai Chi diagram reappeared, this time even larger than before, covering an area of ​​tens of acres in the sky.

Streams of lightning poured down like a torrential rain, the purple-gold lightning weaving into a massive electric net that enveloped the Devouring Ghost Tai Sui.

However, this time, Leifa failed.

The lightning bolts struck the black mist surrounding the Devouring Demon Grand Duke, but vanished as if they had disappeared into the sea.

The black mist was so thick it was almost tangible, containing the profound yin energy accumulated over tens of thousands of years. Although the Taiqing Purple Mansion Immortal Thunder was extremely powerful and yang, Song Yi was only at the beginner level, and its power was insufficient to penetrate this layer of black mist.

The Devouring Demon Tai Sui seemed to be enraged. It opened its huge mouth full of fangs and spewed out a stream of emerald green phosphorescent fire, which directly crashed into the Tai Chi diagram.

The Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram trembled violently and shattered in less than three breaths.

Song Yi's eyes narrowed, knowing that ordinary methods would not be able to deal with this ghost king.

Without further hesitation, he flipped his hand and took out a bronze lamp.

The bronze lamp has an ancient and simple design, with intricate cloud and star patterns engraved on its body, and the ancient demon race's script can be faintly seen.

The lamp contained a little oil, and a flame, no bigger than a bean, burned on the wick. The flame was a pure golden color and emitted a warm and sacred light.

This bronze lamp is a divine lighting object in the palace of the demon god Tianming. The true fire of the sun contained within it is a divine fire of innate strength and yang, which can specifically subdue all evil spirits and demons in the world.

What's even more remarkable is that this True Sun Fire is the natal imperial fire of the Golden Crow clan, far surpassing ordinary True Sun Fire in power and grade.

Song Yi bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the bronze lamp.

The tiny flame, no bigger than a bean, suddenly leaped up, as if it had come to life.

Then, Song Yi took a deep breath and blew hard at the copper lamp.

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Endless flames erupted!

The flame was initially just a thin line of fire, but the moment it left the lamp, it exploded into a golden sea of ​​fire, sweeping over the Ghost-Eating Grand Duke.

The flames illuminated most of the sky, turning the dim underworld into a brilliant gold.

The Devouring Demon King screamed in terror.

It sensed the terrifying power contained in the flames and tried to escape, but the flames were too fast and engulfed its massive body in the blink of an eye.

When the true fire of the sun touched the body of the demon-devouring Tai Sui, it exploded like hot oil meeting water.

The Xuan Yin Black Mist, refined over ten thousand years, was easily pierced like thin paper by the True Fire of the Sun, and the flames directly burned its body.

The Devouring Demon Grand Duke let out a miserable howl, a sound that shook the heavens and the earth, even causing rocks to tumble down from the distant Yin Mountain.

It exerted all its strength, mobilizing all its profound Yin essence, transforming it into a black torrent that surged against the flames on its body.

However, the True Fire of the Sun is an innate, extremely strong and yang divine fire. Especially this True Fire of the Sun at the Emperor Fire level, once you are touched by even a little bit, it will be like a maggot clinging to your bone. No matter if you are a god or Buddha, once you are touched by even a little bit, your physical body and primordial spirit will be completely refined and cannot be extinguished at all.

The Devouring Demon King howled mournfully for a long time, its enormous body tumbling and struggling in the flames, crashing into one Yin Mountain after another, and smashing huge craters into the ground.

But no matter how much it struggled, the flames burned unmovingly, slowly devouring it.

In the end, this most powerful ghost king, which had occupied an area of ​​100,000 li, was reduced to ashes, leaving not even a trace behind.

Only a single golden-white flame remained in the void, hovering there quietly, radiating a warm and pure light.

Looking at the bronze lamp in his hand, Song Yi noticed that the flame inside seemed to be smaller and dimmer than before.

Although the true fire of the sun is incredibly powerful, it is one less time it can be used each time, and should not be wasted.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it and casually put the bronze lamp away.

Even the most precious treasures must be used wisely.

The ghost messengers below were already dumbfounded.

That Devouring Ghost King was a ghost king who had dominated this region for tens of thousands of years. The underworld had sent troops to besiege him many times, but all his efforts had failed. Even when a ghost emperor-level being intervened, he still managed to escape.

It's unbelievable that he was so easily killed by this True Lord.

"The True Lord possesses boundless supernatural powers and limitless magical abilities!"

All the ghost messengers knelt down on the ground.

Song Yi put away the Xuanhuang Pagoda, then leaped forward and continued flying towards the First Hall.

After flying for fifty or sixty thousand miles, we finally saw Golden Rooster Ridge and Evil Dog Ridge.

These two mountain ranges stretch across the entrance to the underworld, and from a distance, one can feel the overwhelming malevolent aura emanating from them.

Black mist surged on Evil Dog Ridge, and countless vicious dogs darted through the mist, howling. Their eyes gleamed with blood-red light, their fangs were gleaming white, and their bodies were as strong as oxen.

On Golden Rooster Ridge, the golden light was dazzling. Golden roosters with iron beaks and steel claws stood on the jagged rocks, their feathers standing upright like iron plates, their eyes sharp as knives, and they occasionally let out sharp cries that pierced through layers of dark mist and went straight to the soul.

The beasts on these two mountain ridges are known for biting and scratching the souls of those who committed evil deeds in their previous lives. Any soul carrying sins that passes through this place will suffer the torment of being pecked and torn apart, with its wailing cries never ceasing. It can be considered a special little hell.

Song Yi rode the clouds through the two ridges, his ears filled with the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking, creating a lively scene.

After flying forward for about half an hour, a magnificent palace finally revealed its outline in the mist.

The main hall was hundreds of feet high, with walls of black jade and floors of dark stone. Dark clouds swirled around it, and ghostly energy surged within.

Above the palace gate hangs a huge plaque with seven ancient seal characters that read "First Palace, Qin Guangwang Mansion," written in a vigorous and simple style.

Two one-horned demon kings stood outside the hall, several meters tall, with blue faces and fangs, wearing heavy armor and holding large demon-headed swords.

Hundreds of ghostly soldiers stood in formation all around, exuding a chilling aura.