Ghost Immortal

In the middle of the procession was a large red wedding sedan chair carried by eight people.

The sedan chair curtains were embroidered with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns in gold thread, the top of the chair was decorated with large red silk flowers, and strings of gold bells hung on both sides of the chair.

But what wafted from the gap in the sedan curtain was not the fragrance of the bride's cosmetics, but a strong smell of decaying corpses.

Opposite the bridal sedan chair, however, came a group of people with completely opposite intentions!

They were all dressed in white clothes and hats, wearing mourning clothes, and carrying a black coffin.

A large red "double happiness" character was pasted on the coffin lid, and a pair of dragon and phoenix candles were placed next to it.

The pale green candles swayed in the night breeze, casting a faint green glow on the black lacquer of the coffin.

Red and white clashing!

Li Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had seen records about the clash between red and white in a tattered book.

This is one of the most bizarre and dangerous phenomena in the world.

When weddings and funerals coincide, joy and sorrow clash, yin and yang are reversed, and the five elements are thrown into chaos.

Once such an anomaly appears, it inevitably signifies the birth of an extremely powerful ghost.

This procession is neither a wedding procession of the living nor a funeral procession of ordinary ghosts.

This is the legendary Ghost King's wedding!

"Retreat now!"

Li Feng grabbed Qiu Lan and Qiu Sheng and retreated to the other end of the alley.

But it was too late.

The wedding procession stopped at the alley entrance, and the eight sedan chair bearers turned their heads at the same time, their pale faces contorting into even wider, stiff smiles.

His mouth split open to his ears, revealing two rows of fine, sharp fangs.

The attendant who was scattering paper money grabbed handfuls of paper money from the bamboo basket and threw them at the three people.

The paper money floated in the air, each piece glowing with a dark green phosphorescence, like countless fireflies dancing in the night sky.

The phosphorescent paper money fell onto the bluestone pavement, and the ground immediately frostped over.

The white frost spread outwards from the spot where the paper money fell, freezing the ground of the entire alley as hard as iron in the blink of an eye.

The temperature in the air plummeted, and the breaths of the three people condensed into white mist.

At this moment, the curtain of the bridal sedan chair was slowly lifted by one corner.

A hand reached out from the gap in the sedan curtain.

This hand is fair and slender, with five fingers as green as scallions, and the nails are painted with bright red nail polish.

Looking at this hand alone, anyone would assume it's the delicate hand of a wealthy young lady.

But the tips of his fingers were shrouded in a thick black aura, exactly like the resentment of the female ghost in the dry well.

The sedan curtain was completely lifted.

A woman dressed in a bright red wedding gown slowly stepped out of the bridal sedan chair.

Her figure was graceful and slender, her red dress fluttering in the night breeze, and the phoenix embroidered with gold thread on the hem of her skirt shimmered with light.

Her head was covered with a red veil, with golden tassels hanging from the edge of the veil, and tiny golden bells attached to the ends of the tassels.

With each step, the golden bells jingled crisply, just like the golden bells on the female corpse's ankles.

But this bride is not the female corpse from last night.

She is a female ghost from a dry well.

Li Feng instantly understood everything.

This wedding procession wasn't there to pick up the bride at all; they were there to kidnap the ghost bride.

The Ghost King took a fancy to the female ghost in the dry well and wanted to force her to marry him.

The female ghost resisted desperately and begged desperately.

But the Ghost King's wedding procession forcibly stuffed her into the bridal sedan chair.

They dressed her in a wedding gown and covered her head with a red veil.

"Help me! I don't want to marry him!"

The woman in the wedding dress desperately reached out to the three men, her voice filled with sorrow and despair.

Her fingers frantically clawed at the air, trying to break free from the constraints of the red and white clash.

But as soon as the golden bell on her red veil rang, her body stiffened.

The golden bell is not an ornament, but a soul-locking bell used by the Ghost King to control her.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Sheng was instantly enraged.

He drew his iron whisk from his waist and shouted, "Release that female ghost!"

The silver threads on the iron whisk transformed into a large silver net, enveloping the wedding procession.

This move was the very technique he used within the Two Elements Trapping Evil Formation.

It suffers backlash when the formation is broken, but its power is still considerable when used alone.

A large silver net covered the two sedan chair carriers at the front, the silver threads digging into their red clothes and their pale flesh.

"Awooo!"

The two sedan bearers screamed in agony as the silver net tightened its grip, soon constricting them into two distorted wisps of black mist.

After the black mist dissipated, only two stark white skeletons remained on the spot.

Dark red bloodstains remained at the joints of the skeleton.

These eight sedan chair carriers were not ghosts at all, but living corpses that had been hollowed out of their flesh and blood and filled with yin energy.

Like Zhao Laosan, they were all puppets forcibly driven after death.

"Living corpses carry the sedan chair; the Ghost King is getting married!"

Qiu Lan's face turned pale, and she murmured, "Master said that only ghost cultivators who have reached the peak of Qi Refining have the ability to refine living corpse sedan chair carriers. This Ghost King's strength is probably not much weaker than Gu Zhenren's."

As soon as she finished speaking, a tall horse emerged from behind the coffin.

The horse was entirely black, without a single stray hair.

The horse's four hooves trod on eerie green flames, and a man dressed in a red wedding robe sat on its back.

His face looked remarkably young, appearing to be only in his early twenties, with regular features, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes.

Her skin was so fair it was almost transparent, and you could see the bluish-black blood vessels underneath.

His eyes were very strange; his left eye was like a normal person's, with clear black and white.

His right eye, however, was pitch black, with dark red ghost fire burning in its pupil.

He is the Ghost King!

The Ghost King sat upright on his horse, dragging an extremely long iron chain with his left hand.

The iron chain split into dozens of thin chains, which were locked around the necks of all the ghosts surrounding the bridal sedan chair.

These ghosts, both male and female, were all dressed in bright red wedding attire, with smiles on their faces that were more like cries than actual crying.

They were forcibly pulled into the wedding procession by iron chains and made to act as guests.

"A few junior members of the Maoshan sect dare to interfere with my marriage?"

The Ghost King looked at Li Feng and the others and sneered.

He raised the jade ruyi, which was buried with him, with his right hand and waved it gently.

The jade ruyi shone with a burst of emerald green light, and a crescent-shaped blade of light slashed toward Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng had no time to dodge and could only hold the iron whisk horizontally in front of his chest to take the hit.

"clang!"

The light blade struck the iron whisk, sending sparks flying.

Qiu Sheng was thrown back by the force of the impact, his back slamming against the wall of the alley, and he coughed up blood.

The silver threads on the iron whisk were severed by the light blade, scattering them all over the ground.

"Senior brother, you're not dead, are you?!"

Qiulan screamed and rushed over to help him.

Li Feng shouted, "Senior Sister Qiulan, quickly use the Soul-Soothing Bell!"

Qiulan immediately understood, raised the copper bell high, and shook it with all her might.

The sound waves of the requiem bell reverberated through the alley, and ripples of pale gold spread out from the bell.

Upon hearing the bell, the ghostly guests, chained up, broke into froze smiles, their eyes revealing a struggle.

They tugged at the iron chains around their necks, trying to break free from the Ghost King's control.

The purpose of the requiem bell is to soothe the malevolent energy of vengeful ghosts.

To temporarily restore the consciousness of the controlled ghost.

The Ghost King's expression changed slightly, and he pulled hard on the iron chain with his left hand.

The yin energy on the iron chains surged, suppressing the restless ghostly guests once again.

But in that brief moment of distraction, Li Feng suddenly launched an attack!

He flicked two Fiery Talismans from his sleeve with his left hand. The talismans transformed into two fireballs the size of millstones in the air and hurtled towards the black horse under the Ghost King's mount.

Although the power of the Fiery Talisman is not as great as that of the Thunder Explosion Talisman, the flame itself has a restraining effect on evil things.

The black horse was hit by the fireball, and the will-o'-the-wisps on its hooves dimmed slightly. It neighed and took several steps back.

At the same time, Li Feng made a hand seal with his right hand and chanted a spell.

"The Supreme Star, ever adaptable, dispels evil and binds demons, protects life and body, brings wisdom and clarity, peace of mind, eternal life for the three souls, and unwavering spirit!"

The basic technique recorded in the Maoshan Qi Cultivation Manual is the Soul-Stabilizing Incantation.

This technique is a fundamental spell that every disciple of the Maoshan School must learn upon entering the sect.

Its power is far less than that of the Palm Lightning and the Lightning Explosion Talisman, and it is almost useless in actual combat.

However, the Soul-Fixing Curse has one unique characteristic: it can temporarily disrupt the formation of a ghost's soul.

In other words, it can cause ghosts to temporarily lose control of their bodies.

The Ghost King is a ghost cultivator; his essence is a ghost condensing into a physical form.

Although the Soul-Stabilizing Curse could not harm him, it was enough to make him momentarily stunned.