Chapter 521: Rescue

He didn't dare to be careless. With a flick of his incantation, the black banner glowed brightly, and a large expanse of black hurricane flew out from its surface, transforming into a massive black wind serpent that lunged towards the yellow sand dragon.

Chen Yifeng raised his hand, and a dark light shot out. It was a constantly swirling dark ox head that, after a blur, instantly expanded to the size of a house, with two green flames flickering in its eye sockets.

The ox head emitted a strong surge of Yin energy, clearly indicating it was a magic treasure.

It opened its mouth and spewed out a large quantity of fine black threads that struck the blue iron rod with a whistling sound.

Chen Yifa changed his incantation, striking the giant bone bird with several spells. Five Ghost Kings and over a hundred Ghost Generals surged into the giant bone bird's body, erupting in dazzling dark light.

As the dark light dispersed, a ten-foot-tall humanoid skeleton with a pair of wings on its back appeared. It held a white bone sword, and its aura was infinitely close to the Nascent Soul stage.

The humanoid skeleton flapped the wings on its back and pounced towards the incoming silver flying swords.

With a series of dull clangs, the silver flying swords struck the humanoid skeleton one after another, but the white bone sword remained intact.

The blue iron rod was tightly bound by the black threads. Wang Changsheng roared, shook his wrist, and flung the ox head away.

A thunderous roar emanated from his body, and a large expanse of blue lightning flew out, striking towards his opponent.

Chen Yifeng calmly summoned a black shield, constantly swirling with dark light, which flew out and instantly expanded to block in front of him. The blue lightning struck the black shield, producing a dull thud.

A crisp clang of swords rang out, and a large cluster of silver flying swords trapped the humanoid skeleton, vaguely forming a sword array.

Chen Yifeng activated his incantation, and the humanoid skeleton opened its mouth, spewing out a stream of green flames towards the silver flying swords.

"Break!"

Zhao Yunrong activated her incantation, and a loud clang of swords resounded as countless silver sword energies flew out, striking the humanoid skeleton.

The humanoid skeleton had been tempered with Yin energy for a hundred years and had integrated five Ghost Kings and over a hundred Ghost Generals, giving it incredibly strong defense. Even with Zhao Yunrong's fourth-layer Core Formation cultivation and the sword array, she would not be able to destroy this creature quickly.

"Boom!"

A massive roar echoed, and the yellow sand dragon tore the black wind serpent to shreds, then pounced on Chen Yifeng.

The Cold Cloud Bottle spun rapidly, unleashing a beam of white light directly towards Chen Yifeng.

The white light beam struck the black shield, which instantly froze, turning into a massive ice sculpture.

The yellow sand dragon, less than twenty feet from Chen Yifeng, suddenly burst apart, transforming into a large cluster of yellow flying needles that shot towards him.

With two fists against four hands, Chen Yifeng struggled greatly against the attacks of two Core Formation cultivators. Even as the sect master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, and having prepared beforehand, he could not hold off Wang Changsheng and Zhao Yunrong for much longer.

He activated his incantation, and the black banner glowed brightly again. A black hurricane, over ten zhang tall, flew out to meet the yellow flying needles.

Just then, a silver light shot forth. Before Chen Yifeng could react, the silver light transformed into a dazzling silver sun, engulfing his figure.

Zhao Yunrong raised her right hand and unleashed a fierce strike towards the silver sun in the air. A blinding silver light shot out, aggressively striking the silver sun. After performing this attack, Zhao Yunrong's face appeared slightly pale. This was the spiritual art, "Taibai Demon-Slaying Sword."

The silver light was extremely fast, instantly plunging into the silver sun with a dull thud.

Ripples spread across the silver sun, and a blue vortex, several zhang wide, appeared out of nowhere. A giant palm, crackling with numerous blue electric arcs, swiftly extended and struck the silver sun, also producing a dull thud.

Zhao Yunrong activated her sword incantation, and thousands of silver flying swords rapidly converged, forming a silver giant sword over ten zhang long. A layer of silver flame appeared on its surface, and with a single swirl, it plunged into the silver sun, followed by two more dull thuds.

Two piercing arrow whistles rang out as two golden lights entered the silver sun and then flew out from it.

A shrill scream pierced the air!

Soon after, the silver sun dispersed.

Chen Yifeng was clad in a shimmering black battle armor, with finger-sized blood holes in his head and chest. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

He had mastered a powerful defensive spiritual art, but both Wang Changsheng and Zhao Yunrong also possessed spiritual arts, which allowed them to breach Chen Yifeng's defenses so quickly.

Chen Yifeng's body rapidly plummeted towards the ground, and the humanoid skeleton suddenly released a large swarm of ghost shadows.

Wang Changsheng ignored Chen Yifeng's corpse. He put away his magic treasure and transformed into a blue long rainbow, flying towards the mountain gate of the Hundred Ghosts Sect.

Before long, he arrived at the Hundred Ghosts Sect's mountain gate, where its disciples were using the terrain to their advantage, pursuing and attacking the righteous cultivators.

The thought of Wang Ruyan's unknown fate filled Wang Changsheng with anxiety. He flicked his sleeve, and countless yellow flying needles shot out, piercing through the bodies of the Hundred Ghosts Sect disciples.

A chorus of screams erupted, and over a dozen Hundred Ghosts Sect disciples fell into pools of blood.

He looked around but did not see any disciples from the Hundred Spirits Sect or members of the Wang family.

Soon after, Wang Changsheng stopped, his gaze somber.

Following his gaze, a large expanse of black mist appeared before him. Occasional explosive sounds emanated from it, and three Core Formation cultivators held formation flags, fully activating a spell formation.

Wang Changsheng's heart sank. He suspected Wang Ruyan and Wang Qingshan were trapped within the formation.

Of the three Core Formation cultivators, the highest was at the fourth layer, and the lowest at the second layer.

Without a word, Wang Changsheng flicked his sleeve, and a large expanse of fine yellow sand flew out, transforming into a massive yellow sand dragon that pounced on a beautiful young woman in a black dress. This woman was at the second layer of Core Formation. As Wang Changsheng couldn't provoke the fourth-layer cultivator, he chose to attack the young woman in black.

As long as Wang Changsheng interfered with their activation of the formation, Zhao Yunxiao and the other two would have a greater chance of breaking free.

"I'll stop him. You two focus on activating the formation to eliminate them. It seems Fellow Daoist Chen has been killed."

A black-robed man in his early thirties summoned a black banner, unleashing a gust of strong wind that blocked the yellow sand dragon.

The black-robed man was at the fourth layer of Core Formation, the highest cultivation among the three.

"Get out of my way!" Wang Changsheng's eyes flashed with fierce resolve, and he roared. A thunderous rumble erupted from his body as a large expanse of blue lightning flew out, striking towards the black-robed man.

He summoned the Cold Cloud Bottle, which spewed forth rolling cold air, transforming into a white ice dragon that lunged at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man snorted lightly. Holding the black banner with both hands, he gave it a gentle shake. With a whooshing sound, countless gray wind blades shot out, shattering the blue lightning and the white ice dragon.

Continuous rumbling echoed, and turbulent air waves surged forth.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I will lend you a hand. Go and rescue Fellow Daoist Zhao and the others." Zhao Yunrong's voice drifted from the sky.

A disk of silver light flew from the distant horizon, striking towards the black-robed man.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng flew towards the young woman in the black dress.

Just then, a dark light shot forth, instantly reaching his front, less than twenty feet from him.

Wang Changsheng inwardly cried out in alarm and moved to dodge, but the dark light suddenly burst open, forming a massive black light barrier that enveloped him. On the surface of the black light barrier was a terrifying ghost pattern with a wide-open, blood-red mouth.

This was a mid-grade Tier 3 Ghost Prison Talisman. Even a mid-grade Tier 3 demon beast would be trapped and unable to escape quickly.

The three of them would never have guessed that Wang Changsheng was a body cultivator, and not an ordinary one at that.

At this moment, Zhao Yunrong was also entangled in combat with the black-robed man. Turbulent air waves surged, and continuous rumbling echoed.

Wang Changsheng roared, and with a smack of his right hand towards the empty air, a giant blue palm crackling with numerous blue electric arcs instantly flew out and struck the black light barrier.