I let you tame beasts, and you've already formed a contract with your stunningly beautiful mast

Cao Kun looked at Guan Ling'er, who was sobbing uncontrollably in his arms, and did not rush to ask any further questions.

He remained silent, placing one hand on Guan Ling'er's back and continuously activating the Longevity Green Wood Immortal Belt.

Until her rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

Only then did he speak softly.

"Tell me, who did this?"

Guan Ling'er gasped for breath, as if recalling some terrifying scene. Her body trembled involuntarily, and she cried out intermittently.

"It was... the six ghost kings of the Nine Palaces Ghost Sect... they ambushed us."

"They don't know what stroke of luck they received..."

"All of them... Youyuan, Xuancang, Shangli... all six Ghost Kings have advanced to the seventh level of Tribulation Transcending!"

These words were spoken.

Murong Xue, Qingyi, and Qinglian, who were standing to the side, all changed their expressions at the same time.

Previously, the Ghost Kings of the Nine Palaces Ghost Sect were only at the sixth level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

How could they all break through in such a short time?

Could it be that he received some kind of inheritance in this Sea of ​​Forgetfulness?

"Elder...Elder saved me."

Guan Ling'er's tears fell uncontrollably.

"Grandpa Zhenhai detonated his natal artifact, forcibly tearing open the spatial barrier and desperately throwing me out... Waaaaah..."

"The rest of the Guan family elders are all trapped in the Ghost King's killing formation."

"They're going to die... Please save them..."

"Where are they now!"

Cao Kun's voice was terrifyingly low.

As his anger escalated, the surrounding space began to distort.

Guan Ling'er raised her hand with difficulty and pointed towards the far west: "Burial... Plains..."

Without hesitation, Cao Kun picked up Guan Ling'er around the waist and handed her over to Murong Xue behind him.

"Xue'er, this girl is in your hands now."

Murong Xue quickly reached out and took Guan Ling'er, a hint of anger flashing in her usually cold eyes.

She didn't ask any more questions, but simply nodded emphatically: "Don't worry, my husband, with me, Qingyi, and Qinglian here, nothing will happen to her."

Qingyi and Qinglian immediately stepped forward, standing on either side of Murong Xue.

He took out a healing pill and put it into Guan Ling'er's mouth.

Help her regulate the disordered spiritual energy within her body.

"Husband, you..." Murong Xue looked at Cao Kun's back, hesitant to speak.

"Be careful, and come back soon," Murong Xue finally whispered.

Qinglian waved her little fist and shouted angrily, "Husband, beat them up! Avenge Ling'er!"

They knew their own cultivation level; they were no help at all in the face of six Ghost Kings at the seventh level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm. Going there would only be a burden.

They tacitly agreed not to ask to go together.

Cao Kun nodded without saying a word of unnecessary talk.

It transformed into a dark golden bolt of lightning that ripped through the void.

Carrying overwhelming killing intent, it disappeared into the raging spatial turbulence, heading straight for the Burial Bone Plain.

Meanwhile, outside, in front of the light screen of the Heavenly Eye barrier.

The billions of cultivators in the four regions of the Spirit Realm have now focused their attention on the Burial Bone Plains area in the far west.

The scene on the screen was so horrific that it was unbearable to watch.

Above the Burial Grounds, a massive array spanning hundreds of miles was operating frantically.

Countless hideous ghostly phantoms weaved and roared through the array patterns, greedily devouring the surrounding life force.

This is one of the Nine Palaces Ghost Sect's most powerful killing formations, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Bloodthirsty Formation!

At the very center of the great formation, Guan Zhenhai, the eldest elder of the Guan family, was struggling to hold on.

This once formidable seventh-level Tribulation Transcending expert, who once dominated the Eastern Xuan Region, was now in a pitiful state.

His lower body had been completely corroded by the ghostly energy permeating the formation, his flesh and blood dissolving, leaving only bare white bones.

Even so, Guan Zhenhai gritted his teeth.

He used his remaining spiritual power to prop up a crumbling defensive shield.

Behind the light shield were three elders of the Guan family, each covered in blood and missing an arm.

They were on the verge of death, and it was only thanks to Guan Zhenhai holding them off that they were not devoured alive by those vengeful ghosts.

"Patriarch... I have done my best."

Black blood continued to spill from Guan Zhenhai's mouth, and his eyes began to glaze over.

In order to help Guan Ling'er escape, he detonated his natal artifact, which resulted in extremely severe backlash.

Now they are facing a killing formation set up by six ghost kings who have reached the seventh level of tribulation.

He was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The cultivators in front of the light screen felt their scalps tingle.

"Has the Nine Palaces Ghost Sect gone mad? Are they determined to fight the Guan family to the death?"

"Are you blind?! Didn't you see those six ghost kings are all at the seventh level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm? This isn't just madness, this is confidence!"

"Six cultivators at the seventh level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm are enough to sweep aside any top-tier family!"

"This is too bizarre! No wonder they dared to provoke the Heavenly Profound Immortal Sect; they were hiding such a trump card!"

Just as the outside world was discussing it.

Above the array formation in the Burial Grounds, a cloud of black mist slowly gathered.

The alluring figure of the Ghost King Shangli emerged from the black mist.

She wore a revealing black tulle dress, her waist twisting like a venomous snake.

However, her appearance at this moment had an indescribable eeriness about it.

His originally fair skin was covered with eerie dark red patterns, and his eyes had turned into blood red without pupils.

"Giggle giggle..."

The Ghost King of Sorrow covered her mouth and let out a series of piercing giggles.

"Guan Zhenhai, stop struggling."

The Ghost King of Sorrow stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips.

"Your pitiful spiritual power isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap for me."

"Obey and give up resisting, and I might consider letting you die a quick death, and while I'm at it, I'll refine your soul into my Myriad Soul Banner, so you can serve me for eternity. How about that?"

Guan Zhenhai glared at her and shouted sternly:

"Witch! Your Nine Palaces Ghost Sect secretly practices such heinous and immoral arts. Do you really think the righteous path of the world will let you off the hook?"

"The Guan family will never let you get away with this!"

"The righteous path? Incompatible?"

The Ghost King of Sorrow laughed so hard that his body trembled, and the two soft mounds of flesh on his chest shook violently.

"Old man, have you lost your mind?"

"Do you think we're still the same Nine Palaces Ghost Sect that you so-called righteous sects used to suppress at will?"

She opened her arms, tilted her head back, and felt the violent power within her body with utter fascination.

"Did you see that?"

"This is the supreme power bestowed upon us by the Holy Blood!"

"With this power, not only your small Guan family, but even the righteous path of the entire spirit world will be able to achieve great things."

"We, the Nine Palaces Ghost Sect, will also be trampled underfoot!"

At this moment, the other five ghost kings also manifested their forms around the formation.

Youyuan, Jiwang, Cangye, Kuhun, and Xuancang were all covered in eerie dark red patterns.

"Sixth Sister, why waste your breath on him?"

"Kill them quickly and drain them of their life force."

"Let the world watch closely. Your Guan family is just the first appetizer in our bloody purge of the righteous path!"

The hot-tempered Ghost King Jiwang snorted coldly.

A ball of pitch-black ghost fire condensed in his hand, revealing his murderous intent.

The Ghost King Shangli pursed his lips, seemingly still wanting more, but still nodded.

"Fine, the game is over."

She raised her slender fingers, and from her fingertips swung a blood-red scythe hundreds of feet long, which she brought down fiercely towards Guan Zhenhai's head.

Guan Zhenhai closed his eyes in despair.

He no longer had the strength to resist.

His only consolation was that he risked his life to send the goddess Guan Ling'er away.

As long as Ling'er is alive, the Guan family still has hope.

"Ancestors, your unworthy descendant Guan Zhenhai has done his best..."

In front of the light screen outside, countless people couldn't bear to look away.

Guan Zhenhai, a powerful and ruthless figure, ended up being devoured by countless ghosts.

However, just as the blood-red scythe was about to fall...

"Boom!"

"Whose dog isn't leashed and is barking like this in broad daylight?"

"You want to 'wash the righteous path in blood'? Are your brains filled with shit?"

A thunderclap suddenly echoed over the Burial Ground.

Followed by.

A tall and slender figure appeared, like a demon god.

He didn't even glance at the six ghost kings, and slapped them down with his backhand.

boom!

As he struck out with his palm.

The vast emptiness behind him collapsed in an instant.

A towering Thunder Emperor, ten thousand feet tall, wearing an imperial crown and clad in purple-gold thunder armor, manifested behind him.

They also raised their giant hands, which were wrapped in lightning.

Like an inverted waterfall of silver, it struck the Bloodthirsty Array of Ten Thousand Ghosts head-on.

boom!

The great formation couldn't even hold out for half a breath; it was as fragile as paper and was instantly blasted to pieces by the purple-gold divine lightning.

The violent laws of thunder swept across all directions.

The hundreds of thousands of vengeful ghost phantoms within the formation were instantly vaporized into nothingness.

"puff!"

The great formation was forcibly shattered.

The six demon kings, suffering a backlash, simultaneously spat out a mouthful of black blood.

He was sent flying hundreds of feet away by the shockwave of the thunder before he could barely regain his footing.

"What's going on?!"

The Ghost King Shangli, clutching his churning chest, his hair disheveled, roared in a mixture of shock and rage:

"Who is it! Who dares to ruin the plans of my Nine Palaces Ghost Sect!"

Cao Kun had no intention of paying any attention to these dead men.

It passed directly through the lingering aftershocks of the thunder and landed steadily beside Guan Zhenhai.

Guan Zhenhai had already prepared himself to die, but he never expected that the great formation would be broken in an instant.

He struggled to open his eyes, and upon seeing who it was, he trembled.

"Young Master Cao...?"

Guan Zhenhai burst into tears.

He never expected this to happen at this critical juncture.

He risked offending six monsters at the seventh level of the Tribulation Realm to save himself.

It turned out to be this young man whom he had previously tested and warned.

Cao Kun casually took out a jade bottle from his storage ring and tossed it to Guan Zhenhai.

"Nine-grade Jade Dew Creation Pill, if you're not going to die, eat it quickly and share it with the few who are still breathing."

Guan Zhenhai hurriedly caught the jade bottle.

Feeling the vibrant life force within, my eyes welled up with tears.

Ignoring his own injuries, he cried out:

"Young Master Cao, I am useless! I failed to protect Ling'er!"

"I threw her into the spatial turbulence, and her fate is unknown. I beg you, young master, for the sake of our past acquaintance, to send someone to search for her..."

Cao Kun's anger subsided slightly when he saw the old man, who was almost half-dead but still worried about his granddaughter.

He patted Guan Zhenhai on the shoulder.

"She's alright."

"I've rescued her, she's safe now, you did a great job."

Then, Cao Kun slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the six ghost kings in the distance, who were filled with astonishment and uncertainty.

"Leave the rest to me."

"This Burial Ground is perfect for your Nine Palaces Ghost Sect to use as your ancestral graves!"