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第一千四百七十六章 空间神通之黑洞

Treasure!

The face of the Ten Thousand Serpent King turned extremely unpleasant.

As a late-stage Separation and Union cultivator, how could he fail to recognize the treasure before his eyes?

And there wasn't just one.

With two treasures working together, even he wouldn't dare underestimate them; this was an attack that threatened his life.

Roar!

A loud and angry cry echoed.

By now, it was too late to dodge. He didn’t even have time to summon a treasure from his body to defend himself.

But this old fellow had been纵横 the mortal world for tens of thousands of years, so his reputation wasn't just talk. Despite being in an extremely dangerous situation, he showed no signs of fear.

A long and leisurely howl entered his ears, followed by a burst of demonic aura from the teleportation array.

The black aura was like ink, then a vortex suddenly appeared before the teleportation array.

That vortex seemed bottomless, clearly formed from condensed demonic energy.

Behind the vortex, a monstrous figure with a body over twenty meters long came into view.

The Ten Thousand Serpent King had actually revealed his true demonic form.

Opening its mouth wide, it spat out huge clouds of demonic energy.

The vortex grew even deeper.

A strange and eerie sound entered his ears as an immense suction force erupted from the center of the vortex, drawing everything within a few miles into it.

Trees, rocks, even jade steps were uprooted and swallowed by the vortex.

At the same time, several miles away,

Similar jade steps appeared.

Wang Tinglou and the Demon Sovereign stood with their hands behind their backs, surrounded by countless evil spirits—or should they be called yin soldiers? They looked somewhat similar to earthly armies.

Soldiers in full armor, but their expressions were extremely dazed.

Their numbers were terrifying—hundreds of thousands strong.

They filled the area around the jade steps densely, forming a camp stretching for nearly a hundred miles.

Yin soldiers were actually puppets created from souls refined into monsters.

However, this method was not something the Netherworld possessed; it was rare in the mortal world to collect so many souls. It wasn’t easy to gather such a large number of souls.

Some Immortal Daoists liked to create zombies, like copper corpses or iron corpses. The yin soldiers had similar functions—individuals were weak, but their sheer numbers could be used for attrition tactics, wearing down the enemy until they gave up.

The strength of these yin soldiers was related to the quality of the souls used in their creation.

Ordinary living souls only equated to Flexible Spirit Period cultivators.

Only by using a cultivator's soul or adding some special materials from the Netherworld could higher-grade yin soldiers be created.

Those before him were merely low-level beings, but their numbers were truly alarming.

The ancient demon’s face showed a trace of mockery.

Speaking of those powerful demons and ghosts in front, they had indeed gone to great lengths. The禁空禁制 here was incredibly strong; even they couldn’t leave the ground for three feet or they would have flown over. The yin soldiers could only watch helplessly. But even without using their wind control techniques, could a few Flexible Spirit Period beings really stop him?

Too naive!

The ancient demon raised his head and a monstrous laugh echoed in his voice. Then he extended a demonic claw, the surrounding heavenly energy turning murky as it began to transform into deep demonic aura.

Wang Tinglou’s pupils constricted; such control over power was beyond even him. This guy was indeed a fragment of an upper realm Demon Sovereign.

Roar!

Countless black light balls flew towards the front. These were凝聚 from demonic energy, and the thunderous explosions filled his ears. In just a few breaths, a large area in front had been cleared.

The yin soldiers hadn’t even had time to take effect; thousands of them had already died.

This was equivalent to hundreds of thousands of Flexible Spirit Period cultivators. The ancient demon’s power was evident.

Above the jade steps, a group of demons and ghosts were also advancing quickly using their lightness techniques.

Suddenly, that guy in imperial attire stopped moving.

"What's wrong?" asked the old man in green robes with a frown.

Their spiritual awareness here was severely suppressed.

King Ironzhou flipped his left hand, revealing a circular treasure in his palm.

This object had an unusual appearance; it seemed like a miniature map of some kind.

Suddenly, a few points appeared.

These were array diagrams—magic treasures that could control yin soldiers.

"Their troops have already met mine."

King Ironzhou said as he raised his left hand slightly. Black light flashed, and the missing points reappeared.

"I brought nine hundred thousand soldiers this time, but these low-level beings are of no use to Separation and Union cultivators. It looks like they can only hold them back for two hours at most. We need to speed up."

The demonic aura was overwhelming, but seeing the yin soldiers being massacred, the ancient demon’s expression turned slightly unpleasant.

"I underestimated him; he brought so many yin soldiers. Fellow Daoist Wang Tinglou, you might have to join in," said the ancient demon with a frown.

These low-level beings posed no threat, but their sheer numbers made it impossible to kill them all. They could still serve as a delaying tactic.

In the Netherworld, countless souls were born; he didn’t know how many such ghostly creatures he had created. If they delayed too long, the other side would reach the top of the mountain first.

"Hmm."

Wang Tinglou nodded slightly. Even without the ancient demon’s words, he would have acted anyway. Although Immortal Dragon Zhenren was truly despicable and deliberately teased him, he was genuinely curious about the treasure on the mountain and wouldn’t let it be taken by Netherworld beings for nothing.

He raised his right hand, ready to cast a secret technique when suddenly he sensed something and turned his head around.

"Fellow Daoist, what's wrong?" asked the ancient demon in surprise.

"Nothing. There’s someone fighting below; it seems like… an old friend."

Wang Tinglou emphasized his words, but the ancient demon didn’t take much notice. He was a powerful existence from the upper realms, even if his fragment had weakened significantly, his arrogance remained unchanged.

"Is it a Separation and Union cultivator? Hmph, nothing to worry about. With us working together, we can handle this in this Purgatory Gate. Just be careful; that treasure won’t fly far. Fellow Daoist, don’t hesitate—eliminating these yin soldiers is the priority."

Wang Tinglou nodded and began casting large-scale attack spells. He and Immortal Thousand had always been playing along, so they wouldn’t explain in detail.

The fluctuations were definitely from the Ten Thousand Serpent King. It wasn’t strange that he came here; what did he encounter that made him use his "Black Hole" technique…

After all, "Black Hole" was a spatial power. A few hundred years ago, he had faced it once and barely survived. Thinking about it now, he still felt some lingering fear.

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