The Demon Spirit Tomb was enormous, resembling an undergroundbyrinth.


    Since entering the passage on the west, Lu Qingshan and his group felt as though they had embarked on an endless, lengthy journey.


    The surroundings were dark and utterly silent.Xian Huaibi’s eyes gleamed faintly as he vigntly surveyed the area, yet he discovered nothing.


    It seemed exceedingly safe here.


    "Lu Qingshan, something is not right," said the Western Rat King, who was the first to sense something amiss. "This stretch of road suddenly has many extremely cold and eerie auras."


    Lu Qingshan halted.


    "What’s wrong?" Dantai Qingrun asked.


    Lu Qingshan’s gaze fell on the edge of the stone ceiling overhead, his pupils shing slightly.


    Unknowingly, a face had appeared there.


    An ugly, terrifying face with green, ghostly gleaming eyes like twin mes of ghost fire, sharp fangs, and a face full of scars.


    Wuuu wuuu—


    The ghost face detached from the wall, emitting a piercing shriek and lunged toward Qin Yitian, who was beside Lu Qingshan.


    Whoosh!


    Unfazed, Qin Yitian reacted swiftly by flicking his sleeve, a wave of mes burst forth, instantly engulfing the ghost face and turning it into a wisp of blue smoke.


    But by now, it wasn’t just one ghost face; more and more identical, horrifying faces began to appear on the rocky wall, very sinister and startling.


    The Western Rat King quickly scurried back, hiding upon Lu Qingshan’s body, as if seekingfort.


    Dantai Qingrun and Xian Huaibi finally noticed these ghost faces too.


    "What are those?" eximed Xian Huaibi, startled.


    "They are Yanghun ghosts, assistants to tigers," Lu Qingshan exined.


    Yanghun ghosts, a potent bloodline talent of tiger demons, enable tiger demons to refine the resentful spirits of creatures they have devoured and in into Yanghun ghosts, to serve their purposes.


    Killed by a tiger demon, one not only could not reincarnate but also had to serve the demon.


    It sounded like a particrly sinister and malevolent technique.


    These ghost faces emerged from the stone wall, their bodies bluish, lunging with bared fangs and ws.


    Dantai Qingrun snorted coldly, and the Spirit Hidden Sword flew out, its cool radiance flickering hundreds of times in the dark corridor.


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    The Crescent Moon Sword Light pierced through the skulls of these Yanghun ghosts, immediately turning them into wisps of blue smoke that dissipated.


    "Just the weakest, hardly a match," said Xian Huaibi.


    However, Lu Qingshan furrowed his brow, his expression turning serious.


    He looked deep down the corridor.


    Dantai Qingrun’s action seemed to have ignited a fuse, in the eerie underground Demon Spirit Tomb, more and more cold auras surged forth.


    The air, already stuffy from being enclosed, became even more chaotic at this moment, and strange noises began sounding intermittently.


    The road ahead was now covered in Yanghun ghosts.


    These ghosts either lurked in the shadows or clung to the rocky walls, as if slumbering.


    But at this moment, all the Yanghun ghosts awoke and surged toward Lu Qingshan and hispanions, dense and numerous to a terrifying degree.


    Zhen!


    In the cave, a sh of sword light sparked.


    The Dragon Sparrow Sword appeared in Lu Qingshan’s hand.


    He slightly channeled his Spiritual Power into the Dragon Sparrow Sword, and with a hiss, the Phoenix Pattern on it faintly glimmered, the de then wrapped in a lightyer of mes.


    These mes, both in aura and form, were identical to those just released by Qin Yitian.


    Whoosh! Whoosh!


    Hundreds of ghosts of different shapes tumbled toward them, like a ck tide, with an impressive momentum that seemed endless at a nce.


    Xian Huaibi’splexion changed, but in the first moment, his physical body immediately shed with dazzling Spiritual Light, his entire skin turned into a gray color like rock, Qi-Blood surged out and he stood at the forefront alone.


    This was the duty of a Body Cultivator.


    In just a few breaths’ time, a green wolf ghost had already pounced in front of Xian Huaibi, its sharp green ws scratching toward Xian Huaibi’s neck.


    This was also a minor ghost, equivalent to the Combat Power of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.


    ng, ng, ng!


    After a series of extremely sharp metallic friction sounds, the ghost’s ws were actually snapped off.


    However, on Xian Huaibi’s neck, there appeared only a faint white mark.


    Before the pained green wolf ghost could express its anger, in an instant, a sound of explosion resounded and a streak of red light had already passed through its body.


    That was Lu Qingshan’s Flying Sword.


    Under this sword, the green wolf’s body suddenly exploded into a mist of green blood.


    The blood mist, carried by the chaotic Yin wind in the corridor, drifted, rose, and dissipated.


    But this sword was not over yet, effortlessly ying a green wolf ghost did not consume much of the Flying Sword’s strength, the Dragon Sparrow Sword still had surplus energy, running rampant into the other nearby ghosts.


    Pop, pop, pop! Boom, boom, boom!


    Another five or six mists of blood burst forth.


    With just an effortless stroke, Lu Qingshan had killed six or seven ghosts of the same level.


    This ease greatly startled Xian Huaibi, who had not yet fully realized Lu Qingshan’s strength.


    Such a powerful Sword Cultivator!


    However, this scene did not deter any of the ghosts; instead, it seemed to provoke them, making them surge forward even more frenziedly.


    Immediately, about a dozen ghosts rushed up along the rock wall, opening their gaping mouths to bite at Xian Huaibi.


    These dozen or so ghosts were much stronger than the previous green wolf ghost, their lethality aloneparable to a Cultivator at the Early Golden Core stage.


    Yet even so, when these dozen ghosts’ chilling fangs bit into Xian Huaibi’s skin, they were still futile,pletely unable to breach his defense.


    Meanwhile, Xian Huaibi took the opportunity to stir up his Spiritual Power, his Qi-Blood shook, and with cracking sounds, the ghosts’ fangs were actually crushed by him.


    Boom!


    Lu Qingshan’s Dragon Sparrow Sword flew out again, mes mixed with Sword Light piercing the darkness, bursting apart.


    As ghosts belong to Yin Spirits, the Dragon Sparrow Sword,manding Divine Fire, with mes bursting from the Phoenix Pattern increased damage against Soul Bodies, making it extraordinarily smooth to sh through the ghosts.


    The ghosts were shed into smoke and scattered as the Dragon Sparrow Sword moved.


    But strangely, even though they were only Soul Bodies, these ghosts emitted a strong scent of blood at the moment of their death.


    And this blood scent incited even more violence in the ghosts, causing them to emit sinister howls.


    The howling was like waves and tides.


    The ghosts surged like boiling water, continuously advancing in waves.


    "Enough!"


    Dantai Qingrun, looking at these frenzied ghosts, said coldly.


    The Qiuhong Sword left his body, and with the Sword Light bright and flourishing, it transformed into ripples that spread outward.


    Whoosh!


    Transformed into Radiance, the Sword passed over Xian Huaibi, entering into the midst of the ghost crowd.


    Spiritual Light surged like the undting sea, wave upon wave, and in that instant, it actually lit up this gloomy corridor as if it were daylight.


    And any ghosts that came into contact with the Sword Light melted like they were dissolved by the noonday sun, instantly turning to ashes.


    With just this one move, Dantai Qingrun finished clearing the field, the bustling corridor of ghosts was swept clean and again plunged into silence.