Twilight's Threshold Chapter 669: Wandering Ghost Suppressing Spirit Bearer - Novel Cool

Chapter 669: Wandering Ghost Suppressing Spirit Bearer

Chapter 669: Wandering Ghost Suppressing Spirit Bearer

Whether it was the Dragon Well Master on the Spirit Summoning Platform, Hu Ma, or the Third Uncle of the Zhang family, none of them could have imagined that the black-robed malevolent spirit that had caught up with them would possess such formidable abilities.

As countless flags suddenly soared into the air around him, with a sweep of his wide sleeves, a summoning rite was instantly established, and a rolling dark wind stirred, all within the command of the rite's initiator.

The specialty of a wandering ghost practitioner is the establishment of summoning rites.

Once a rite is set up, they can claim dominion over the land and command the spirits and ghostly soldiers from all directions.

When he first appeared, he established the rite on the stone platform, borrowing the power of the platform itself.

But now, he was setting up the rite within the City of the Wrongly Dead, thus claiming dominion over the city.

No one could say for sure how long it had been since a summoning rite had been established within the City of the Wrongly Dead, for in the past twenty years, the art of wandering ghosts had declined, and even those who crossed the bridge had become scarce. The most formidable asset of the Hu family was the Evil Suppression Bureau, which guarded the balance of yin and yang.

"So, it was you..."

Strangely, even Hu Ma, who was well-acquainted with the situation, was surprised, while the Meng family patriarch seemed completely unfazed.

At this moment, his eyebrows were nearly splitting, and he saw that behind the countless flags, there were dark winds blowing, and a gigantic shadow, slowly and quietly crawling out, following the flags.

Each massive shadow carried an immeasurable weight, giving the flags an indescribable power, heavy as mountains.

The shadows that crawled onto the flags were the vengeful spirits of the City of the Wrongly Dead.

No one knew how deep or vast the City of the Wrongly Dead was, and even the Dragon Well Master, with his great abilities, could only awaken these vengeful spirits and borrow their resentful energy to use nightmare techniques. He couldn't directly command their power.

After all, there was a fundamental difference between the Harmful Head and the Wandering Ghost techniques.

If there was an evil place where ghosts and spirits caused harm, the Harmful Head could use that place to torment people, while the Wandering Ghost technique could directly control ghosts and spirits.

When summoning ghosts and spirits, one must negotiate and offer sacrifices, and even then, failure was more common, especially if the practitioner was not well-acquainted with the spirits or the offerings were insufficient.

But the century-old ghosts, millennium-old vengeful spirits, and even the deepest remains in the City of the Wrongly Dead had not been awakened for far too long. Once awakened, they were suppressed by endless bitterness and anger. Now, with guidance, they followed the flags and crawled upwards.

"Hmm?"

It must be said that Er Gou was a bit dazed at this moment.

If any other wandering ghost practitioner had set up the rite, even Hu Ma, using the New Year Scroll's method, would have had his rite collapse under the weight of so many evil ghosts. The ancient ghosts of the City of the Wrongly Dead were too heavy, capable of crushing any rite.

But Er Gou had the Yin-Yang Dual Landscape Compass to disperse the weight, pressing it down onto the City of the Wrongly Dead.

Moreover...

...his Life Spirit Temple was incredibly sturdy.

"The Yin and Yang divide the day, and the eight directions' soldiers and horses heed my command, go!"

Er Gou, facing the rolling tide of shadow soldiers and ghostly generals, had no time to think. Purple qi rose from his eyes and nostrils, and in the next moment, he clenched his teeth, stepped on celestial steps, gripped the ghost-suppressing order, and with a mighty point of his finger, he directed it forward.

The next instant, a loud rustling sound filled the air! The flags beside him soared into the sky, charging towards the Meng family servants and shadow soldiers descending upon them.

An unexpected scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

The ancient and heavy vengeful spirits of the City of the Wrongly Dead climbed up the flags, and countless blood-basin-sized mouths opened wide.

The Meng family's countless shadow soldiers and ghostly generals, with their rolling killing intent, seemed capable of sweeping through everything within the City of the Wrongly Dead. But at this moment, they were like a school of fish encountering a giant shark in the deep sea, instantly scattering.

When the massive dark energies collided, the Meng family's shadow soldiers and ghostly generals shattered into pieces.

Countless shadow soldiers were swallowed, and the massive ghost formation was scattered, along with the order flags and drums, all crumbling like dry weeds.

"Who is he?"

Above, the Third Uncle of the Zhang family was practically clinging to the spirit boat, looking down in horror.

But in the next moment, ancient vengeful spirits surged out from the rite below, borrowing Er Gou's flags to fly upwards. In an instant, their furious resentful energy enveloped the people, tearing apart the ritual tent and the spirit boat into pieces.

Not only the Zhang family's, but even the Meng family's.

The Meng family patriarch, with the spirit boat beneath his feet capsizing and the surrounding servant ghosts wailing and scattering, was filled with rage.

His three thousand shadow soldiers dared not strike a blow in front of the Hu family, giving him the feeling that the Hu family's momentum had completely overwhelmed the Meng family. With a furious shout, he waved his sleeve, dispelling the vengeful spirits before him.

Then, he leaped out, his figure shifting, and rolling killing intent rose from his sleeves. With a distant palm strike, he aimed at the rite below.

All around him, flags from the rite soared, and countless shadows surged towards him.

But by this time, he had no time to deal with them, and his killing intent forced them back. All he needed was one palm strike to tear apart the rite.

Normally, when a spirit bearer takes action, they must calculate their remaining strength and be prepared for any situation, especially when carrying something on their back, like the Meng family patriarch, who currently carried his great ancestor.

In this instance, the Meng family patriarch, in a fit of rage, did something unprecedented, even forgetting his Great Ancestor for a moment, and focused solely on taking down the person below.

"Holy shit, is the Meng family head's ability this powerful?"

Er Gou, facing the Meng family patriarch, was also trembling with fear. Instinctively, he wanted to abandon the ritual and flee.

Even the Purple Great Guardian that had been poured into the gourd had to be returned...

But he immediately realized that he couldn't escape. The Meng family patriarch's move was so powerful that it even suppressed the most ferocious malevolent spirits in the City of the Wrongly Dead, especially within the Netherworld. Once targeted by him, there was no escape, no place to hide...

Without time for regrets or self-blame for his greed, underestimating the abilities of the Transcendent Yin Meng, Er Gou had no choice but to steel himself. In an instant, he took seven steps, creating a formation within the ritual, forming the position of the Big Dipper.

Purple Qi rose from each footprint, and in the next moment, he stood firmly in the ritual, his eyes cold and his chest heaving with anger, encouraging himself. Then, he raised his hand.

Power surged from the ritual, countless iron chains from the eight directions of the Netherworld wrapped around his body.

This was a borrowed ability from the bridge.

With his cultivation, he channeled all his strength into this palm strike, colliding solidly with the Meng family patriarch's palm.

This wasn't even the power of the Yin-Yang Dual Landscape Compass, but a clash of their abilities.

Of course, various opportunities and advantages still played a role.

"Bang!"

Er Gou had a slight advantage, but the Meng family patriarch was also exerting eight or nine parts of his strength, carrying the Great Ancestor on his back, and facing the countless flags all around, enduring the attacks of the malevolent spirits in the City of the Wrongly Dead. He ventured deep into enemy territory, even breaking the taboo of direct confrontation in Dao practices, and clashed head-on with the Wandering Ghost's ritual.

And so, he flew out.

As the rolling dark wind blew, Er Gou's ritual shattered into pieces in an instant. The flags around him tore and fluttered, and Er Gou's face turned purple as he heard the creaking and twisting sounds of his Life Spirit Temple.

But he was still standing, while the Meng family patriarch suddenly flew out.

His body became slightly transparent in that instant, smashing the wooden boat he collided with, crushing countless little ghosts.

"This..."

The entire City of the Wrongly Dead fell silent for a moment.

Everyone present, Hu Ma, the Third Uncle of the Zhang family, Dragon Well Master, and the little ghosts serving them, all witnessed this shocking scene.

Outside, due to the prolonged commotion within the City of the Wrongly Dead and the lack of reliable news, Shenshou Zhao's Zhao Sanyi and Jiangtou Chen's Chen A Bao, who had been waiting outside, finally lost their patience. They mustered their courage and rushed into the City of the Wrongly Dead.

After countless hardships, they had only wanted to take a look and understand the situation, but they had just reached this spot when they witnessed the clash between the Meng family patriarch and Er Gou.

They also saw the figure that sent the Meng family patriarch flying.

"Holy shit?"

The two of them felt the chilling wind blowing like knives on their faces, and their expressions became incredibly shocked.

It was spectacular.

Then, they looked at each other, and without a word, quietly retreated.

Cut ties!

They made a decision to sever ties immediately!

The situation was serious, and they couldn't let outsiders know that this was related to the Zhao and Chen families.

"Damn it, the Meng family patriarch was struck by the young master of the Hu family..."

"..."

"Holy shit, Brother Er Gou..."

On the stone platform, Hu Ma shivered in shock, "Wait, is this a bit unreasonable?"

Indeed, having been involved from the start and knowing the inside story, he was also aware that the Meng family patriarch's abilities might be limited.

But so what? He had been struck! "The abilities of those malevolent spirits have grown so powerful that they can..."

The Third Uncle of the Zhang family, at this moment, turned pale, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Only then did he finally stop doubting the intentions of the Meng family. This wasn't about weakening the resources of the Venerable Zhang family.

It was clear they couldn't compete...

"So, they were cautious, but they still had abilities..."

Amidst the chaos, on the Spirit Summoning Platform, the Dragon Well Master slowly recovered from his astonishment, and a hint of relief appeared in his eyes, "I don't have to worry anymore. Leaving Iron Guanyin here won't be so exhausting..."

As he sighed softly, he slowly walked past the Ten Doors of Harm, drawing upon his accumulated power, which was gradually reaching perfection.

"Since it's come to this..."

He slowly raised his head, his hands held high, "After guarding hell for twenty years, a heart full of grievances shatters the Dragon's Lair!"

"The sixth arrow is released, and the Venerable Zhang will fall..."

(End of Chapter)

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