Chapter 659: Buddhist Treasures

Lu Xuan was somewhat surprised. His ghostly creature was a mutated ghost, skilled in sneak attacks, and had previously ambushed cultivators at the seventh layer of Core Formation. It was impossible to detect the ghost's presence relying solely on spiritual sense. Yet, Wang Changsheng somehow discovered it, indicating he must possess something capable of detecting ghosts.

Tian Jiong had been very generous at the exchange meeting and auction. It was clear the three of them possessed a considerable amount of wealth.

As the saying goes, one cannot get rich without unexpected gains. Over the past few centuries, dozens of Core Formation cultivators had met their demise at the hands of the Myriad Bone Fiends.

At this moment, Tian Jiong also reacted, unleashing a vast expanse of crimson flames that fiercely struck towards the blue lightning.

Rumble!A series of roars erupted, and a monstrous heatwave swept through, enveloping an area tens of yards in radius with crimson flames.

Lu Xuan and Chen Ying were not idle either; they moved to eliminate Wang Changsheng and the two others.

From the very beginning, they had no intention of letting Wang Changsheng and his companions escape.

A series of ear-piercing wails and howls echoed as a black gourd on Lu Xuan's back unleashed countless black grains of sand, forming a colossal black ghostly claw that lunged at Wang Changsheng.

Lu Xuan slapped the ghost-rearing pouch at his waist, and a white light shot out. It was a white bone python over twenty yards long, with two pairs of yard-long white bone wings on its back and two fist-sized black flames in its eye sockets.

With a flap of its wings, the white bone python ferociously lunged at Wang Changsheng.

Chen Ying summoned a black scroll, several yards in length and width, depicting a horde of hideous evil spirits. Some held bloody hearts, others human heads, appearing utterly terrifying.

Chen Ying struck the black scroll with a magical incantation. Wails and howls intensified as countless black mists emerged, emanating ghostly cries. The spectral beings on the scroll seemed to come alive, surging forth from the black scroll and assailing Wang Changsheng and his companions.

Leading the charge was a black fiend three yards tall, resembling an ape with a pair of wings on its back. Its arms and thighs were covered in black bone spurs, and it clutched a gleaming dark long saber, its eyes blood-red.

By its aura, it was clearly a Ghost King.

"Be careful, he has a Ghost King skilled in stealth," Wang Changsheng warned via spiritual transmission, his expression grave.

This was his first time battling demonic cultivators at the Core Formation stage. The Myriad Bone Fiends were infamous, and naturally, not easy to deal with.

This was going to be a tough fight. Without using offensive spirit arts, it might not be possible to eliminate them.

"Junior Brother Wang, don't hold back. We need to finish this quickly. Since they're seeking death, let's grant them their wish." Tian Jiong transmitted to Wang Changsheng, his voice full of killing intent. He hadn't wanted to cause trouble, but now that it had found them, he wouldn't shy away. Facing the notorious Myriad Bone Fiends, they couldn't afford to hold back; they had to end it swiftly.

Wang Changsheng nodded, drawing out a white long spear. As immense magical power was infused into it, the spear's glow surged, and its length extended dozens of times.

The spear struck like a dragon, with the momentum of a tiger. Before the white spear even reached its target, a piercing whoosh tore through the air, and a bone-chilling cold swept forth.

The black fiend blocked with the black long saber in its hand. With a clang, the white spear was parried.

The next moment, a large expanse of biting cold air erupted from the spearhead, enveloping the black fiend like lightning.

The black fiend's body quickly froze, turning into an ice sculpture. However, the ice soon melted, and a large patch of black flames appeared on the fiend's body, radiating a terrifying high temperature.

At this point, the black ghostly claw reached Tian Jiong.

A brilliant flame erupted from Tian Jiong's body, and a vast expanse of crimson flames flew out, striking the black ghostly claw precisely.

Boom!A tremendous roar echoed, and a puff of green smoke rose.

Tian Jiong felt his vision blur and suddenly found himself in a black space. He was enveloped by a sky full of fine black sand, accompanied by intense wails and howls, and chilling winds.

A cold sneer appeared on Lu Xuan's face. This Profound Ghost Gourd was a ghostly magic treasure, capable of unleashing Profound Ghost Sand to harm enemies, and also had the effects of trapping and confusing them.

If a cultivator of the same level was trapped by this sand, they would be severely injured.

From the outside, a colossal black sphere had Tian Jiong trapped within.

A huge explosive sound erupted from within the black sphere, and a large cloud of green smoke billowed out from it.

Fairy Ziyue frowned, summoning two Grade 3 mid-rank Golden Eagle puppets, which lunged at Lu Xuan.

Given Tian Jiong's cultivation at the eighth layer of Core Formation, it would be difficult to trap him with a single magic treasure.

Dense hordes of ghostly creatures charged forward. The moment they approached within fifty yards of Wang Changsheng, a golden light burst from his body—it was the Soul Devouring Golden Cicada.

The Soul Devouring Golden Cicada seemed invigorated, extremely excited. It opened its mouth and spewed a vast expanse of golden light, enveloping several black fiends, coiling them into its mouth, and swallowing them.

"A Soul Devouring Golden Cicada! And only a Grade 2 high-rank!" Lu Xuan frowned, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He naturally knew that Soul Devouring Golden Cicadas enjoyed feasting on ghosts and demonic souls; to some extent, they were natural predators of ghostly creatures. However, a Grade 2 high-rank Soul Devouring Golden Cicada shouldn't be enough to agitate a Ghost King! Wang Changsheng must possess something else, something extraordinary, that could make a Ghost King so restless.

"A Soul Devouring Golden Cicada? Hmph, merely Grade 2 high-rank." Chen Ying sneered. She raised a hand, and an eerie hiss sounded as a two-yard-long red giant scorpion flew out. The scorpion's body bore a grotesque ghostly face, and it had a pair of wings on its back. By its aura, it was a Grade 3 low-rank spiritual insect.

"Ghost Face Scorpion!" Wang Changsheng's eyes showed a hint of surprise when he saw the red giant scorpion.

The Ghost Face Scorpion ranked fifty-fifth on the Heaven and Earth Strange Insects List. This spiritual insect was invulnerable to blades and spears, impervious to water and fire, and incredibly fast in flight. It was rumored to possess a trace of true dragon bloodline with fire attributes.

Wang Changsheng calmly released the Gold Devouring Ant Queen.

He had raised the Gold Devouring Ant Queen for nearly two hundred years, during which it had devoured countless refining materials. This was Wang Changsheng's first time deploying it in combat.

The Gold Devouring Ant Queen flapped its wings and lunged at the Ghost Face Scorpion.

The Ghost Face Scorpion emitted an eerie hiss, opening its mouth to spray a stream of crimson flames, as thick as an adult's arm, towards the Gold Devouring Ant Queen.

With a muffled "whoosh," a vast expanse of crimson flames engulfed the Gold Devouring Ant Queen.

However, the Gold Devouring Ant Queen quickly burst out of the fiery sea, completely unharmed.

The Twin-Pupil Rat was also Grade 3 low-rank, but it was only skilled at finding spiritual herbs, not at combat.

An incredibly bizarre ghostly roar echoed, and Wang Changsheng felt as though his sea of consciousness was being pricked with needles, his head spinning.

"Not good!"

Above his head, the void rippled, and an ape-like ghostly creature covered in green fur burst out from the void, opening its maw and lunging at Wang Changsheng.

A piercing whoosh cut through the air as seven gleaming dark long nails shot forth. These seven black nails sealed off Wang Changsheng's retreat, moving with extreme speed.

A brilliant blue light erupted from Wang Changsheng's body; a blue armor appeared closely fitted to him.

With several clangs, four black nails were deflected by the white long spear, and three black nails struck the blue armor, leaving it completely undamaged.

The ape-like ghost's gaping maw was less than two feet from Wang Changsheng, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

At this critical moment, a burst of Buddhist chanting resonated, and a seven-colored spiritual light shone from Wang Changsheng's chest, enveloping him.

The ape-like ghost shrieked horribly as it touched the seven-colored spiritual light, emitting a puff of green smoke. A golden jade pendant flew out from Wang Changsheng's chest. The Buddha statue on the pendant's surface suddenly seemed to come alive, and a colossal illusory Buddha image abruptly materialized high in the sky.

The illusory Buddha image struck at the ape-like ghost in the air, and a seven-colored giant palm several yards wide shot out, striking the ape-like ghost like lightning.

A piercing scream erupted, and the ape-like ghost was sent flying backward, spitting blood continuously.

Wang Changsheng was utterly astonished. This golden jade pendant was something he and Ye Lin had obtained after slaying that evil cultivator. He had thought it was a supplementary magic treasure, and after refining it, he had always worn it without noticing anything unusual.

He never expected this Buddhist treasure to automatically protect its owner. No, to be precise, the Buddhist treasure would only actively protect its owner when the holder was attacked by a ghostly creature.

Magic treasures that automatically protected their owners were extremely rare. Wang Changsheng never imagined he had misjudged it; this Buddhist magic treasure was a powerful artifact after all.