out a loud burp. "If you want to break, just do it! Stop talking nonsense here and disturbing my enjoyment of the drink!"Wei Zhengyang laughed angrily, nodding repeatedly: "Very well, today, I'll sho..."You..."

The alluring woman clearly wouldn't have thought that Wang Lin would dare to kill her.

Although the Wheel Turn Sect doesn't prevent fighting between its disciples, as a descendant of an elder, he would naturally receive some special protection.

Even Feng Wujie and Mo Shan, despite their formidable power, would show deference to this woman. Yet, this seemingly ordinary Wang Lin actually killed her! It's something that no one could have imagined!

Wang Lin, however, completely ignored the woman's corpse face down in the water. Instead, he placed his blood-soaked palm gently into the lake and slowly washed it.

Not until both his hands were free of any trace of blood did he withdraw them from the lake. Then, he grasped at the woman's clothing and gently wiped the water from it.

After doing all of this, he finally looked in the direction where Jiangyun was, and muttered to himself: "No wonder no one wants to come to Shanhai Realm to guard. This small, broken realm still hides many secrets!"

"Who could imagine, a mirage, would actually lead to the inside of a Yinling beast!"

But these things have nothing to do with me, if you want to live longer, just speak less and ask less!

"Jiangyun, I hope you are the one I've been looking for!"

As soon as his words fell, Wang Lin stood up and took a step forward. In an instant, his figure vanished without a trace.

……

Due to the words of that person whose origins were unknown, all the numerous cultivators who still lived in this world took action.

Though their individual motives might differ, their objective is the same—Ginger Cloud!

However, after Jiang Yun led the disciples of Wen Daozong down the mountain, he continued walking until he arrived at a vast lake and stopped.

Tang Yi sized up the surroundings and said, "Brother Jiang, are we going to fight here"

"Well, this is nice. They should have a while before they get here!"

Ginger looked around and said, "Now, you guys, following my instructions, form teams of nine and arrange yourselves into a formation!"

Although no one really understood what Jiang Yun was trying to do, they naturally had to follow his instructions for now.

Soon, fifty-nine people formed six battle formations. The five weakest members, including Lu Yourong, each entered the center of one formation.

Looking at the formation taking shape, Jiang Yun nodded and said: "In a while, I will give you some small gifts, but when receiving them, you six must step forward in turn. The ten people in the formation should also take turns acting."

Everyone looked at each other, puzzled. It was clear they didn't understand what Jiang Yun meant.

And Ginger Cloud did not continue to explain, closed her eyes, and slowly raised both hands. Between her hands, a swirling vortex appeared.

"Dead air!"

Lu Yourong's eyes were the first to spot it, and she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Within the cyclone, there was a palpable aura of death, so thick it took on a faint yellow hue, churning ceaselessly.

This made her and Tang Yi couldn't help but recall the scene of Jiang Yun killing thousands of Yin spirits back then.

Naturally, they also realized at the same time that Ginger Cloud might be attracting ghosts

If this were another time, attracting ghosts would naturally be a good thing. However, seeing that people from other sects and schools are about to arrive, attracting more ghosts would only make things worse.

However, they didn't dare to speak up, knowing that Ginger Cloud must have her reasons for doing things this way, so they could only watch helplessly.

"Death, suffering!"

Just then, Jiang Yun suddenly spoke, softly uttering two words as the swirling vortex in his hands suddenly flew towards all the disciples of Wen Dao Sect, growing larger and larger.

As it neared the heads of the crowd, the cyclone had transformed into a yellow river, rapidly descending and encircling everyone within its waters.

In the river, coffins could vaguely be seen floating, tombs rising and falling, and ghosts looming.

If a powerful ghost were here, seeing this river, it would surely be astonished, for this is the Huangquan River, which exists only in the underworld.

But it was actually able to be transformed by Ginger Cloud.

Surrounded by the River of Huangquan, although the disciples of Wen Dao Sect inside did not feel anything different, in Jiang Yun's eyes, each of their life fires was clearly presented.

And Ginger Cloud knew even better, as long as he had a single thought, he could easily— extinguish their life fire!

This is the power of the Art of Suffering, to annihilate life, to bring death to beings, all within a single thought of the practitioner.

However, Jiang Yun was certainly not going to kill his own fellow disciples. Instead, he reached out and waved his hand lightly. In the underworld, a drop of murky river water immediately appeared and gently dripped onto everyone's life flames.

Although the flames of life were not extinguished, they were concealed, replaced by a thick stench of death!

Death comes from life!

The death qi emanating from fifty-nine people converged and rose continuously, instantly forming a massive cloud of death qi in the air.

This cloud, living beings cannot see it, only the dead spirits and yin spirits can. Not only can they see it, but they are also extremely sensitive to it!

At the very moment when the death qi cloud appeared, Jiang Yun's powerful divine sense had already seen that from all directions, ghostly presences were beginning to appear and rush towards here at high speed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the big moment is here! Tang Yi, your group will be the first to start receiving gifts!"

As soon as Jiang Yun's words fell, the crowd who were still confused just moments ago all brightened up.

They finally saw the large number of ghosts rushing in from all directions, and naturally understood Jiang Yun's purpose.

Jiang Yun did attract ghosts, but not for himself. He did it for his fellow disciples!

He wanted the remaining disciples of the Wen Dao Sect to be able to absorb more of the world's already scarce spiritual energy and obtain more of their natal objects.

Even better if everyone could coalesce their own vortex!

Then, not only would they all be able to leave this world smoothly, but it would also be possible for the Wen Dao Sect to gain enough good fortune.

"Kill!"

Following the formation tactics Jiangyun had previously taught them, Tang Yi roared and, leading his own formation, charged head-on into the oncoming swarm of ghostly spirits!

After Tang Yi's group finished the first round of kills, the second group immediately followed suit. Then came the third group, the fourth group...

Standing in mid-air, Jiang Yun looked down. The six formations were like six enormous wheels, rotating and advancing in turn while continuously slaying the yin spirits.

Every person in the formation, although they only have one opportunity to attack in each round, can't stand against the growing number of Yin Spirits.

Especially after the crowd became proficient in the formation, it further accelerated the operation speed of the formation. As a result, within a short period of time, the number of ghosts killed by each person had already exceeded their total for these days.

This instantly boosted their spirits. If they could maintain this pace of kills, they believed it wouldn't be long before all of them could condense their own vortexes.

Along with sixty disciples of the Questioning Dao Sect, including Jian Yun, each person could have a vortex. Coupled with their natal artifacts, once they leave this realm and return to the Sea-Mountain Realm, this mirage journey would undoubtedly be a great victory for the Questioning Dao Sect!

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