Chapter 459 Bai Ye Appears?! Fight the Ghost King and Seize the Soul of the Dead

"The purpose of our trip is to rescue Bai Ye, not to start a war with the ghost clan. Moreover, although Feng Xiang has entered the realm of the ghost king, even if we join forces, we may not be his opponent. If we are not careful, we will fall into eternal disaster. "This matter needs to be discussed in the long term."

After hearing Ning Ping'an's answer, Ci Song frowned slightly. He really didn't expect that the teacher who was always fearless and dared to take action even in the face of Yasheng would choose to retreat.

"Teacher, even if we can't kill him today, we must seriously injure him, delay his departure to Tianguan, and report this matter."

Ci Song was unwilling to give in and sent a message to Ning Pingan again. After Ning Pingan learned Ci Song's attitude, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After seeing Ning Pingan's smile, Ci Song instantly understood that his teacher was trying to test yourself to test your determination and courage.

"Okay, since you are determined, let's join forces and give it a try. But remember, don't be reluctant to fight. Once things become impossible, we will retreat immediately."

Ning Ping'an's eyes flashed with admiration, and then he sent a message to Duanmu Qingcang, "Duanmu boy, use your Saint's Eyes to explore where the chaotic energy of the ghost king is condensed. That is where his life gate is. It’s called: ‘Ghost’, and you only need to attack its ghost at that time to severely damage it.”

When Duanmu Qingcang heard this, he immediately nodded and used the Eyes of the Saint to explore the energy of chaos and find the location of Feng Xiang's ghost.

Just when he focused all his attention on Feng Xiang in the sky, a figure suddenly flew into the sky. His white hair was scattered behind him like a waterfall. He was dressed in a pure white robe without wind. The clothes are fluttering, as if an immortal has arrived.

"Senior Brother Bai Ye?!"

Ci Song and his party looked at the figures in the sky in surprise. They did not expect that Bai Ye would take the initiative to show up at this time.

"Huh? Is it the aura of Tianyuan cultivator?"

Feng Xiang's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze fell on Bai Ye. Feeling the familiar aura on Bai Ye's body, the corner of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile.

"A Tianyuan cultivator shows up again? It really makes me excited."

There was a hint of excitement in Feng Xiang's cold voice, as if he had regarded Bai Ye as a delicious meal, "Two hundred years ago, there were fifteen ignorant Tianyuan monks who trespassed in the ghost world, and fourteen of them were killed by my company. After absorbing their souls, I can step into the realm of the Ghost King. Today, as soon as I broke through the Ghost King, another Tianyuan monk came to my door. God helped me!"

As Feng Xiang finished speaking, the surrounding ghosts cheered more intensely, as if they were celebrating their new king and looking forward to the upcoming war.

Bai Ye looked at the massive ghost army below and the ghost king Feng Xiang standing at the front of the ghost army, his eyes full of calm, "As far as I know, Senior Tantai and his group of fifteen people are haunted by something strange. This is what led to their defeat, and you just picked up a mistake by chance. Do you really think that you can compete with Senior Tantai and his group with your own strength as a ghost general?"

Bai Ye's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was stating a fact, but his words made Feng Xiang's face darken instantly.

"Sharp-tongued Tianyuan cultivator, do you think you can be my stepping stone like those fifteen people? Today I will let you know what the true realm of the Ghost King is!"

Feng Xiang's voice was cold and full of murderous intent. As soon as he moved, he turned into a bloody afterimage and rushed towards Bai Ye. His speed was extremely fast, as if he had crossed the space in an instant and appeared in front of Bai Ye.

"Blood Moon Slash!"

A long bloody sword appeared in Feng Xiang's hand. The sword was exuding a strong ghost energy. He swung the sword and slashed towards Bai Ye with a bloody sword energy. Wherever the sword energy passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, revealing dark cracks. Bai Ye raised his hand and waved it, and the Langhao pen in his hand also turned into a bloody sword, facing Feng Xiang's Blood Moon Slash.

"clang!"

The two sword energies collided in the air, causing a harsh metal collision.

Bai Ye's figure only swayed slightly before he stabilized his figure, but Feng Xiang's expression changed. He felt that the aura emanating from Bai Ye's body was not weaker than his at all.

"How is it possible? This person actually has such strength?"

Feng Xiang was shocked. He really couldn't believe that this young man in front of him, who looked like he was only in his early twenties, could easily resolve his Blood Moon Slash.

"There is a saying in "The Record of Chaos": 'The ghost king cultivates ghost energy, refines chaos, and uses the energy of chaos to cast ghost souls. The ghost souls are immortal, and the ghost king is immortal. Those who suck ghost souls can peek into the ghost souls and control life and death.' Fengdu, do you know that I have been waiting for you here for seven days, just to let you break through the realm of ghost king and condense the ghost soul."

Bai Ye held the blood-colored sword and looked at Feng Xiang with indifferent eyes, as if he had held Feng Xiang's life and death in his hands.

"Seven days? Didn't we just step into the realm of chaos for one day? Isn't it true that the speed of time in the realm of chaos is different from that of Tianguan?" Cisong Chuanping heard Ning Ping'an and asked.

Hearing this, Ning Ping'an shook his head slightly, "Yes, and no. In the world of chaos, only Guixiao's time flow rate is different from that of Tianguan. As for the reason, I don't know."

"Mr. Ning, let's help Bai Ye get rid of the Ghost King and then take him back." Duanmu Qingcang asked Ning Ping'an anxiously, looking like he was about to take action.

Upon seeing this, Ning Ping'an stretched out his hand to stop Duanmu Qingcang, "If we help Bai Ye kill the Ghost King now, what if he doesn't want to return to Tianguan with us afterwards?"

"Just take him back by force." Duanmu Qingcang replied.

Ning Ping'an shook his head and said: "Bai Ye's cultivation has reached the level of a literary giant with the blessing of Tianguan's talent. If he wants to leave forcibly, we will have to pay a huge price to keep him. Will we be able to do so by then?" A safe return is still unknown.”

Duanmu Qingcang frowned slightly when he heard this, "What do we think about Mr. Yi Ning's opinion?"

"Just wait and see what happens."

There was a hint of solemnity in Ning Ping'an's eyes, "Since Bai Ye dares to face the Ghost King alone, he must have a certain degree of confidence. We might as well see what his methods are before making a decision. If he can defeat the Ghost King, the cost will be extremely high. It's huge, and when we show up again, we can control it at the minimum cost; if he can't defeat the Ghost King head-on, I will take action before Bai Ye is seriously injured, and I can bring Bai Ye back by then."

Although Duanmu Qingcang was anxious, he also understood Ning Ping'an's concerns. He could only suppress the impulse in his heart and quietly pay attention to the movements on the battlefield.

At this time, Bai Ye and Feng Xiang had already fought for several rounds. Both of them were moving at extremely fast speeds. They could only see afterimages passing through the air, accompanied by the roar of sword energy clashes.

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