Chapter 520: Trap

A silvery arc shattered the black light. A blinding black light flared up, enveloping the silvery arc. Hundreds of yellow flying knives abruptly halted, though some were engulfed by the black light.

After two breaths, the black light dissipated, revealing the silvery arc to be a silver short sword. It swayed up and down, appearing to have lost much of its spiritual essence, as did some of the yellow flying knives.

The silver short sword suddenly flared with light. A sharp whistling sound echoed through the air as innumerable silver sword energies shot out, striking towards the black cloud.

A loud thunderclap resounded. A house-sized giant thunderball hurtled towards the black cloud.

Wang Changsheng and Zhao Yunrong soared into the air, blocking Chen Yifeng's path.

Wang Changsheng frowned slightly. Even if Chen Yifeng hadn't noticed him and Zhao Yunrong, the auras of those Foundation Establishment cultivators should not have escaped Chen Yifeng's notice. Was he not afraid of being ambushed while fleeing for his life? This was truly illogical.

Chen Yifeng seemed to be deliberately fleeing towards their location. Was it a coincidence?

The black cloud roiled, revealing Chen Yifeng's figure. There was no trace of panic on his face; he was perfectly calm.

Wang Changsheng and Zhao Yunrong exchanged glances, both seeing the confusion in the other's eyes.

Chen Yifeng flipped his sleeve, and a black, shimmering command banner appeared in his hand. It instantly grew in size, and he threw it forward. A great howling sound arose as a chilling, sinister wind appeared from nowhere, protecting Chen Yifeng.

The silver sword energies struck the sinister wind and dissipated one after another. The blue thunderball crashed into the sinister wind, only to be met with a loud bang before transforming into a ball of blue spiritual light and vanishing.

"By my reckoning, the time should be about right," Chen Yifeng muttered to himself, a sneer playing on his lips.

Wang Changsheng and Zhao Yunrong's hearts sank. They inwardly cried out, "This is bad!"

At the main gate of the Myriad Ghosts Sect, a large number of Myriad Ghosts Sect disciples lay in pools of blood. Shouts of battle continued incessantly, and occasional screams of agony echoed. The Myriad Ghosts Sect disciples were like fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others.

Zhao Yunxiao, Tong Tianqi, and Liu Ping stood at the entrance of a massive black pagoda. At the entrance were two lifelike sculptures of fierce ghosts. The plaque above read "Myriad Ghosts Pagoda" in large characters.

They were all worried that the others might secretly pocket treasures, so they agreed to act together and split any gains equally. As for Wang Changsheng and Zhao Yunrong, getting even a sip of the "soup" would be considered good fortune.

According to a Myriad Ghosts Sect disciple's confession, the Myriad Ghosts Sect's scripture pavilion and treasury were both inside this Myriad Ghosts Pagoda. This Myriad Ghosts Pagoda was a building, not a magic artifact or treasure; otherwise, Chen Yifeng would have taken it with him.

"Let's go! Quickly search for and take the treasures, otherwise they'll be here soon."

The Myriad Ghosts Sect had been established for over a thousand years, so it must possess a considerable amount of hidden treasures.

But just then, the black stone slabs beneath their feet suddenly illuminated with countless runes. The nearby stone slabs also lit up with countless black runes.

Zhao Yunxiao and the other two were startled. They inwardly cried out, "This is bad!" They tried to escape, but it was too late.

A large swathe of black mist surged from the stone slabs beneath their feet, enveloping their bodies.

The three of them felt their vision blur. They suddenly found themselves on a desolate plain. Chilling winds blew incessantly, accompanied by continuous wails of ghosts and howls of wolves.

The ground churned, and skeletons emerged from underground, one by one. Each had a cluster of green flame in its eye sockets, clearly spectral entities.

There were thousands of skeletons. They varied in form: humanoid, beastly, and half-human, half-beast.

"Damn it, a formation! We've fallen into an ambush!"

Zhao Yunxiao and the other two never imagined this was actually a trap.

"The Myriad Ghosts Sect only has two Core Formation cultivators. One of them is stationed at the market. Even if this formation was set up by him, he alone cannot trap us three Core Formation cultivators. Let's not hold back; let's break this formation together."

Zhao Yunxiao summoned his red gourd, which spewed out a vast expanse of crimson flames that transformed into a crimson fire phoenix, pouncing on the attacking skeletons.

Tong Tianqi and Liu Ping also brought forth their magic treasures, attacking the skeletons.

For a time, booming sounds were incessant, and spiritual lights of various colors intertwined and flashed.

Two men and one woman stood atop three high mountains, respectively. The three mountains precisely encircled the Myriad Ghosts Pagoda.

They were all Core Formation cultivators, each holding a black banner. They hailed from other demonic sects.

Decades ago, the demonic path initiated warfare and seized a considerable amount of territory. They had always been wary of a counterattack from the righteous path. For this reason, they established teleportation arrays among themselves to facilitate support.

The large-scale troop movements in the surrounding several nations were naturally detected by the Five Sects of Qin. They had long since heightened their vigilance and laid down formations, just waiting for the righteous cultivators to attack their gates.

To make Zhao Yunxiao and the others fall into the trap, the Myriad Ghosts Sect's guardian spirit beasts had all died. In addition, hundreds of Myriad Ghosts Sect disciples had tragically died at the hands of righteous cultivators—a great sacrifice.

Furthermore, there was another crucial reason: the Myriad Ghosts Sect's scripture pavilion and treasury were both within the Myriad Ghosts Pagoda. Many Myriad Ghosts Sect disciples knew this. As long as Zhao Yunxiao and the other two desired the Myriad Ghosts Sect's wealth, they would certainly proceed to the Myriad Ghosts Pagoda.

"Act now! Activate the Thousand Bone Fiendish Ghost Array to kill them. This is a high-grade Tier 3 formation. Don't let them escape the formation."

A black-robed man in his early thirties said coldly. The formation banner in his hand flared brightly, emitting wails of ghosts and howls of wolves.

At the same time, hundreds of Myriad Ghosts Sect disciples emerged from underground, releasing bone cadavers and ghostly entities to attack the righteous cultivators.

The situation suddenly reversed. The righteous cultivators were caught somewhat off guard.

On the other side, Wang Changsheng and Zhao Yunrong noticed the anomaly. However, they were entangled with Chen Yifeng and couldn't get away.

Wang Changsheng was burning with anxiety. Wang Qingshan and Wang Ruyan were accompanying Zhao Yunxiao, and he wondered how they were doing now. What he didn't know was that, due to the greed of Zhao Yunxiao and the other two, Wang Qingshan and Wang Ruyan were not at the Myriad Ghosts Sect's main gate at all, but were instead fully engaged in pursuing and killing Myriad Ghosts Sect disciples.

"Fairy Zhao," Wang Changsheng said to Zhao Yunrong, "let's kill Chen Yifeng as quickly as possible and go assist Fellow Daoist Zhao and the others." He now wished he could immediately rush to the Myriad Ghosts Sect's main gate, but Chen Yifeng was stubbornly blocking him. This greatly angered Wang Changsheng. This person, Wang Changsheng must kill.

Chen Yifeng released a gigantic bone bird and brought forth a Tier 2 magic treasure, releasing five ghost kings and hundreds of ghost generals. They pounced towards Wang Changsheng and Zhao Yunrong.

Wang Changsheng summoned the Cold Cloud Bottle, which spewed out rolling cold air that transformed into over a dozen white ice pythons, pouncing on the attacking ghostly entities.

He gripped the Ruyi Profound Jade Staff with both hands. Vast magical power surged into the staff, causing it to immediately flare with light, extending hundreds of times its length, becoming a colossal blue iron staff. It swung down towards Chen Yifeng with an overwhelming momentum. At the same time, the Nine Bends Divine Sand transformed into a gigantic yellow sand dragon, lunging at Chen Yifeng, claws bared.

Zhao Yunrong was not idle either. She brought forth four silver flying swords, which proliferated into thousands of silver flying swords. They ferociously struck towards Chen Yifeng, creating a terrifying display.

Chen Yifeng was greatly startled to see thousands of silver flying swords rushing towards him.