Ghost Immortal

Qiulan ran at the very back, shaking the requiem bell in her hand.

Her face was pale, and beads of sweat were forming on her forehead.

Continuously activating the Soul-Soothing Bell greatly depleted her spiritual power, and nearly half of the spiritual power in her dantian had already been consumed.

Qiulan gasped, "They're still singing! And it's getting louder and louder, what do we do now?"

Li Feng turned his head.

Indeed, the opera singing behind them not only did not weaken, but grew louder and louder.

The demons that rose from the flames sang even more frantically than before.

The singing style was sharp and intense, as if it had been stimulated by pain and become excited.

Moreover, the same opera singing could be heard coming from deep within the dense forest ahead.

Another group of cougars are echoing them!

Li Feng quickly stopped in his tracks.

In the woods ahead, more figures could be vaguely seen emerging.

Dozens of ghouls suddenly appeared!

They emerge from behind the trees, sprout from the cracks in the rocks, and burrow out from underground.

The rotting hands broke through the soil, hooked onto tree roots, and pulled the mutilated bodies out of the humus.

Soil dripped from their eye sockets and mouths.

They shake off the mud and start singing as if singing were as natural as breathing.

In no time, dozens of ghouls densely blocked the mountain path ahead.

Inside the chest cavity of each of the ghouls, there was a dark red tumor throbbing.

Dozens of demonic souls, like dozens of dough drums, beat the same rhythm, causing the air to vibrate and hum.

They sang the same opera from their mouths, dozens of voices converging into a loudspeaker, rolling and echoing through the mountains and forests.

"There's a temple on Black Wind Ridge... Oh!!"

"The mountain god lives in the temple... Oh!!"

"Mountain God, you don't eat incense, you only eat people... Ouch!!"

"Eating human hearts, drinking human blood, chewing bones as snacks... Oh!!"

Li Feng looked around; all around him were ghouls.

They did not rush to attack, but maintained a fixed distance.

They formed a huge circle, trapping the three people in the middle.

The circle was about thirty feet in diameter, and each of the ghosts stood at a node of the corpse water array pattern.

The corpse fluid beneath the feet of dozens of ghouls gathered together, drawing a complete array on the ground.

The formation is that of a giant tiger with its head to the north and its tail to the south, with its body completely surrounding the three people!

"This is the Tiger-Trapping Formation."

Li Feng recognized the origin of this formation: "The tiger demon used ghouls as the base, corpse water as the formation patterns, and demon souls as the formation eyes, turning the entire mountain forest into its sacred ground. Within this formation, it is a god!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the ghosts stopped in their tracks.

The opera singing that echoed through the mountains and forests also came to an abrupt end.

That eerie silence returned once again.

All the noisy rustling sounds disappeared.

Three breaths later, the earth shook violently.

The dull sound of footsteps came from deep within the dense forest.

The sound of four legs stepping on the forest floor made the ground tremble violently.

The vibrations were like war drums beating deep underground.

A strange gale suddenly arose, causing the trees to shake violently and shrubs to be crushed and flattened.

A pine tree as thick as a bowl had its roots forcefully pulled out of the soil, a truly overwhelming sight.

A massive tiger followed closely from the darkness.

It was indeed a tiger; its size was frightening.

Its shoulder height exceeded ten feet, and its body length was more than twenty feet, making it more than twice the size of the largest tiger in the mountains.

Its fur was a dark gold color, with hairs standing upright like steel needles, gleaming with a metallic sheen in the dark forest, exuding a menacing aura.

Its eyes were as cunning and cruel as those of a villain.

Amber pupils, burning with eerie green flames.

As it swept its gaze over the three people, the tiger's mouth, filled with fangs, turned up, revealing a human-like, cold smile.

"How dare you three little Taoist priests set foot on my territory?"

It actually spoke human language, making the three of them's eardrums buzz, and they stared intently at Li Feng.

"Your aura is peculiar. You possess the foundation of orthodox Taoist cultivation, yet your spiritual power is chilling and sinister. Are you a heretical cultivator?"

The more the tiger demon sensed Li Feng, the more shocked it became, and its vertical pupils contracted.

"You actually possess ghostly flames of the underworld, little Taoist priest. Just where do you come from?"

Li Feng did not answer. He clenched his right fist, and a ghostly green flame instantly filled his fist.

The tiger demon saw his reaction and actually grinned.

"Interesting. In all my years of life, this is the first time I've ever seen a living ghost fire. This thing is the unique supernatural power of the Underworld Emperor. The fact that a mere Taoist priest from the Maoshan Sect can use it is truly fascinating."

After it finished speaking, its enormous body suddenly stood upright.

When it stood upright, standing in front of the three was a burly man who was eight feet tall.

His face was rugged, as if it had been carved out by a knife and axe.

His cheekbones were high and prominent like mountain ridges, his jaw was square like an anvil, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, giving him an imposing presence even without anger.

A pair of amber-colored vertical pupils moved within their sockets, sometimes contracting into thin slits, sometimes expanding into full moons, indistinguishable from the eyes of a wild beast.

He was shirtless, with tiger tattoos covering his chest and back.

"I have cultivated for three hundred years and have eaten countless people."

The tiger demon slammed his spear into the ground, and several spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the ground, centered on the spear's end.

The soil at the edge of the crevice was stained black by demonic energy and emitted a pungent, fishy stench.

"Traveling merchants are plump and strong, and their meat is salty; soldiers who carry knives and receive their pay have thick skin and flesh that tastes like old cowhide; doctors who go up the mountain to collect herbs are as thin as a bundle of firewood, with more bones than flesh."

"There are scholars traveling to the capital for the imperial examinations, with delicate skin and tender flesh that melts in your mouth; there are also newlywed wives, babies still breastfeeding, and old men leaning on canes; each person's flesh tastes different."

He licked his lips, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs.

"I have eaten many people, but I have not eaten many Taoists. I have heard that the flesh and blood of Taoists are ten times more delicious than that of ordinary people. The spiritual root stage cultivators breathe in spiritual energy all year round, and their flesh and blood are soaked in a thin layer of spiritual power, which tastes like honey-dipped pastries."

"Cultivators at the Qi Refining stage are even more extraordinary. Their spiritual energy permeates their bone marrow, and their muscles and bones are full of essence. When you bite into them, juices burst out, and even the bones are fragrant."

As he spoke, he walked forward, and soon he was only three zhang away from Li Feng.

"Especially for a Qi Refining cultivator like you who possesses extraordinary treasures, your flesh and blood not only contain spiritual energy but also the aura of Netherworld Ghost Fire. If I were to consume you, I might be able to refine the Ghost Fire for my own use, causing my cultivation to skyrocket!"

Qiu Sheng was so frightened by the other party's huge body that he involuntarily took two steps back, nudged Li Feng, and looked resolute.

"Junior brothers, you go first, I'll cover the rear!"

He was quite responsible; he was terrified, yet he still volunteered to cover the rear.

Li Feng stared directly into the tiger demon's eyes, showing no fear whatsoever.

"If you want to eat us, you'll have to see if you have the ability. Three hundred years of cultivation sounds impressive, but in terms of seniority, you're just a junior among demons."

"The ancient dragon that has lived for ten thousand years in Dongting Lake, the snow demon that has cultivated for five thousand years in Kunlun Mountain, and the Gu mother that has lived for seven thousand years in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang—these are the real great demons."

"You, a tiger demon of three hundred years, can only rule as king within a few dozen miles of Black Wind Ridge. Outside, your level of cultivation might not even qualify you to be a watchdog for a great demon."