Asura Mad Emperor

Everyone followed Ji Huo'er's direction and looked over, only to see dozens of corpses piled up by the side of the road.

Qinchuan focused his gaze and saw that the person lying in the front was indeed the martial artist named Huang San from Spirit Martial City.

He couldn't help but let out a wry laugh.

This Huang San had been scheming against him in the shadows yesterday and today, wanting to compete for the Spiritual Treasure, but Qinchuan had been too lazy to bother with him. Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire

Little did he expect that, despite all his scheming, he would become a departed soul just after entering the secret realm, which was truly laughable.

These corpses had no visible wounds on their bodies, their faces twisted grotesquely, blood flowing from their seven orifices, their eyes wide open, and their faces showing an expression of terror, as if they had seen something extremely horrifying before they died.

"Be careful, evil spirits often invade this area. These people were possessed by evil spirits that snatched away their souls," Qinchuan warned aloud.

No sooner had his voice fallen than a cold wind suddenly blew through the valley, and the spiritual energy of the mountains began swirling around, heading towards the underground.

In an instant, the previously clear sky turned gloomy and oppressive, as if night had fallen despite it still being noon.

Countless black winds instantly whirled through the forest, and the diffuse spiritual energy between the mountains turned into vast nether energy. The originally lush and misty Spirit Mountain became a ghost mountain filled with nether energy in an instant. Paired with the nearby dense white bones, it gave off an eerie feeling.

"Heehee—"

"What tender souls! What delicious food!"

A cold and hoarse voice, as if emanating from the Jiuyou Netherworld, howled and echoed through the empty mountains.

Then, five blurry black shadows suddenly appeared around them, emanating a chilling aura.

"Watch out, evil spirits!"

Before Qinchuan could finish speaking, the five evil spirits turned into black mists, lunging towards everyone.

"Use soul or Fire Attribute Mysterious Techniques to attack them!"

Qinchuan shouted loudly, and as he spoke, his Blood-Colored Spear in hand whooshed as he released a spear energy that roared out like a fire dragon, flames clinging to it, instantly vanquishing three evil spirits without any effort.

Ji Huo'er had been closely guarded by Ling Xian'er all the way, a restraint that hardly suited her lively and active personality. Seeing the evil spirits approaching, she showed no fear but rather a hint of excitement on her face, "Hmph, I'm not afraid of you filthy things that only know how to hide in dark corners!"

As she spoke, brilliant flames suddenly ignited all over Ji Huo'er's body. She stood amidst the roaring fire, a red fox visible within, indistinctly appearing and disappearing in the flames, spouting out a stream of purple fire from her mouth.

The purple flames met the black mist, instantly setting the remaining evil spirit ablaze, turning it into a puff of black smoke that dissipated into nothingness.

Meanwhile, Ling Xian'er stood gracefully, her demeanor angelic, and a bright light suddenly emerged from her star-like luminous eyes as if a deity that had been slumbering in her soul had awakened at this moment, with an ancient and melodious aura that was unmistakably a pure force of soul.

That pure soul force shone on the last evil spirit, causing a basin-sized hole to appear in its chest. The surroundings made a hissing noise, emitting a puff of black smoke, and it was clear that it too had lost its life force.

These five evil spirits had come with furious momentum, but no one expected them to be promptly defeated by the three of Qinchuan.

Ji Huo'er hadn't had her fill of fighting when she saw that the evil spirits had already been utterly defeated. She couldn't help but pout, "What the heck, they're that easy to beat up!"

In fact, it wasn't that evil spirits were easy to handle, but rather that Qinchuan and his group were particularly effective against yin evil beings. Moreover, these several evil spirits had gathered for a short amount of time and were weak in strength.

Qinchuan himself goes without saying, dealing with just a few evil spirits was like crushing a few ants to him.

As for Ji Huo'er and Ling Xian'er, both from the Fox Clan and cultivated in the Fire Element Mysterious Techniques, as well as possessing two Fox Clan Soul Secret Techniques, they were the natural nemesis of the evil spirits, and that's why they made it look easy.

However, Qinchuan knew that these five evil spirits were just an appetizer; the road ahead was even more dangerous, and the yin spirit beings within would be even more powerful.

It seemed to confirm Qinchuan's thoughts, no sooner had this idea surfaced in his mind than the next moment, another change occurred.

At this time, the continuous mountain ranges suddenly whipped up a fierce wind again, dark clouds loomed, and torrential rain poured down.

The black qi on the mountain seemed like a vast ocean boiling over, with the mist rising densely, the ghostly qi rolling mightily like waves, and the entire scene turned black and tumultuous, surging up to the void, creating a spectacular sight.

These black mists clustered and condensed in the void, and, after not too long, a tall and evil giant took shape in the sky.

This giant stood hundreds of meters high, with arms as thick as pillars reaching to the sky, its head as large as a hill, its features unclear, and its dark eyes flashing with ghastly green ghostly fires.

Majestic as a mountain, it exuded a suffocating oppressiveness, as if one were facing an ancient god. Everyone was nothing but ants before it, their divine senses trembling without ceasing.

"Who is it! Who dares to barge into my Dao field and disturb my slumber!"

The giant issued a deep and eerie voice, and its hollow gaze fell upon the four people of Qinchuan's group, flashing with the green glimmer of the nether, an immense pressure surging toward them like an overwhelming wave.

In that instant, Ding Hao could not withstand the formidable pressure and immediately fell to the ground, his face pale and his body shivering uncontrollably as his divine sense suffered tremendous strain.

Even Ling Xian'er and Ji Huo'er, their auras exploding forth and the power of their souls rising, burst into brilliant flames, but against this terrifying presence, they seemed like mere specks in the raging ocean, at risk of being swallowed up at any moment.

"This... this is a Yin Spirit King that has formed by gathering all the ghost qi of the entire mountain range and cultivated for tens of thousands of years!"

Ling Xian'er and Ji Huo'er spoke tremblingly.

They had not expected to encounter such a powerful evil spirit just upon entering this small world.

Even Ling Xian'er, who had cultivated Fire Elemental Mysterious Techniques and possessed the Fox Clan Soul Secret Techniques, could not resist. It's no wonder that the Spirit Martial Secret Realm was called the Spirit Martial Great Tomb; it truly was a graveyard for cultivators of the Spirit Martial Realm!

Only Qinchuan stood alone amidst the storm, his clothes rustling, his hair fluttering, and his spear horizontally positioned, unflinchingly like a god of war.

"Roar——"

The Yin Spirit King seemed to also recognize that Qinchuan was the leader of the group. With an angry roar, it released chaotic ghost qi, which charged towards Qinchuan.

"Hmph, had you lain low in the darkness, cultivated peacefully for tens of thousands of years, you might have been able to break free from the confines of these mountains and developed a physical body; but since you dared to attack me, you shall be dissipated!" Qinchuan said coldly.

He leapt high, a straightforward move, his spear turned into a blood-colored fire dragon as he charged towards the Yin Spirit King, colliding with the ghost qi and producing a thunderous explosive sound as Dao Magic danced and scattered across the sky.

Amid the continuous mountain ranges, countless Spirit Grass and Spirit Trees were blown over by the explosive forces, all falling down as if a fierce beast had passed through, leaving devastation in its wake.