427: Chapter 427 The Bone Bride

"The living serve as wedding gifts~ Souls enter as the dowry~"

"A melody of the Pipa begins~ Heading to the Underworld Hall~"

The eerie ballad accompanied the Pipa Ghost's melody.

It drew in Yin wind to accompany the song.

The red ropes hanging from the red sedan chair seemed to come alive, strangling toward Bone Douluo.

The eighteen Ghost Generals carrying the sedan chair flung out their respective weapons; some with green faces and fangs bit down, others threw axes in spinning arcs, some were fire-breathing Ghost Generals, and others even used opera singing to cause Soul Shock, each displaying their Divine Ability as they fought against the Bone Dragon true form.

The red ropes of the sedan chair coiled around Bone Douluo; despite being visibly thin, Bone Douluo had to use his maximum strength to break free.

This gave the other Ghost Generals the opportunity to injure him, causing Bone Douluo's wounds to worsen during the battle.

"Yin and Yang, put pen to paper."

Ghost Bride Hong Luan wrote down a ghost talisman.

The runes scattered, densely filling the surroundings, as the Eighth spirit ring rotated to its limit.

The sky suddenly plunged into night.

Not from dark clouds, but from the descent of deathly, silent nether black Qi.

Two phantom shadows flew out from the rotating runes.

One wore a white robe, the other a black robe.

The one in the black robe had his hem dragging on the ground, revealing a deathly pale complexion; his tongue lolled out a long distance, and he held an iron chain covered in incomprehensible runes.

The one in the white robe had a pale, eerie face and a strange smile; he wore a tall hat and held a white Soul-Guiding Banner in his hand.

Black and white stood apart, Yin and Yang reversed.

Death Qi filled the heaven and earth.

The black-robed one raised his hand, and the iron chain in his grasp flew through the air, emitting a piercing, Soul-locking tremor.

In just an instant, it tightly coiled around Bone Douluo's Bone Dragon true form.

Bone Douluo immediately felt as if his Soul was being suppressed by something.

Intense pain struck him.

The white-robed one chuckled coldly and gave the Soul-Guiding Banner a gentle wave.

"Clatter."

A surge of deathly aura immediately washed over Bone Douluo.

Bone Douluo's pupils constricted, and the chill and the feeling of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering began to assault his brain.

He could feel it.

His own Soul was being suppressed and forcibly dragged out by them.

"Ninth Spirit Ability."

"Bone Transformation Divine Dragon."

Bone Douluo roared at the sky.

Bone Douluo's true form rapidly expanded.

As his defense reached its Peak, bones suddenly erupted from the ground, transforming into countless bone blades that swept indiscriminately in all directions.

The iron chains on Bone Douluo began to shatter inch by inch, but with every piece that broke, his Soul suffered heavy damage; within moments, blood flowed from the giant dragon's maw.

"Roar."

Bone Douluo spread his wings, and the moment he broke free, he charged toward the red sedan chair.

Although he had broken free, he felt that his Soul had been heavily damaged, and his injuries had reached an irreversible state.

If he were to be entangled by them again, his Soul would inevitably end up in Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

The Ghost Generals stepped forward to block Bone Douluo, but were sent flying by the Bone Dragon, which possessed super-strong defense.

Under the augmentation of his Ninth Soul Power, Bone Douluo's defense had far exceeded the level of a Peak Douluo.

After crashing into four or five Ghost Generals, the remaining Ghost Generals immediately ceased their attacks. They all revealed a chilling smile, their laughter sounding as if it had crawled out of the Nine Nether Hell, causing a bone-chilling cold.

The next moment, the Ghost Generals' bodies shattered without warning, creating a massive impact that formed a Soul Shock. All eighteen Ghost Generals self-destructed simultaneously, the force of the Soul impact akin to the explosion of a small mushroom cloud.

Bone Douluo felt as if his brain had been pierced by a needle, his head splitting with pain.

The sound he emitted was no longer a dragon's roar, but a scream from the depths of his Soul.

The red ropes on the red sedan chair seized the opportunity to wrap around his dragon body, pulling his physique closer inch by inch.

Bone Douluo struggled desperately, but the severe wounds deep within his Soul caused his strength to plummet significantly.

The red ropes of the red sedan chair wrapped around him more and more; even though his body was massive, he was wrapped up like a zongzi and forcibly dragged to the side of the red sedan chair.

The curtain of the red sedan chair opened, revealing a rotting Bone Bride inside.

She was dressed in a bride's crimson robe, her exposed fingers alternating between flesh and bone; her entire face was also half bone, and half was rotted, putrid flesh, with maggots crawling upon it.

The moment the Bone Bride flew out of the sedan chair, the ballad around them rang out once again:

"Embroidered shoes~ step on corpse soil~ Phoenix crown covers the Yin mist~"

"~No path of return in the mortal world~ Forever accompany the ghost chamber~"

"First bow to heaven and earth!"

The sound of the suona rang out.

Bone Douluo's body was forcibly pulled by the red ropes, and he was forced to kneel together with the female ghost.

"Second bow to the Nine Nether."

Bone Douluo and the female ghost were again forcibly pulled.

"Husband and wife bow to each other!"

"Send into the Hell,"

Red petals instantly drifted in from all directions, and a phantom gate appeared in the sky. The gate was inscribed with ancient ghost characters, entwined with Death Qi and Yin Qi. The moment it appeared, all the Ghost Souls in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School felt a suppression from a superior being.

"Please, my husband, enter Hell with me, and share the eighteen layers of Hell."

"Hehehe."

The female ghost had originally been quietly following the ceremony, but after it finished, she suddenly raised her head, revealing a ferocious face; one eyeball hung loosely outside, staring at him as wide as it could.

Bone Douluo trembled violently, wanting to break free, but the red ropes on his body coiled tighter and tighter, wanting to crush his bones.

Bone Douluo wanted to make a sound, but his mouth was also quickly wrapped up.

Subsequently, he was forcibly dragged; no matter how he struggled, he could not escape, and he ultimately entered Hell.

The gate closed.

The phantom of Hell vanished.

The ballad also stopped in this instant.

The red sedan chair vanished.

The hundred ghosts dissipated.

It was as if they had never appeared at all.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School returned to silence in an instant.

"Uncle Bone."

Ning Fengzhi's eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was trembling.

Bone Douluo was defeated?

In his eyes, besides disbelief, there was an indescribable shock and awe.

What on earth were these things? Having lived for more than half his life, he had never seen them before.

"Uncle Bone."

"Where did you take Uncle Bone?"

Ning Fengzhi roared at the Ghost Bride.

Su Wen also appeared behind Ghost Bride Hong Dou and Hong Luan at this moment.

Ning Rongrong followed behind.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, Yellow Springs Wedding Procession."

"Sect Master Ning, your Uncle Bone has already entered Yellow Springs and has become the Bone Bride's person."

Su Wen walked forward slowly; although Ning Fengzhi was level 79, having lost his companion, he was just an incompetent man.

"Su Wen, it really was you."

The malice in Ning Fengzhi's eyes was almost overflowing.

He did not understand what Su Wen was saying.

But he knew at least one thing: Bone Douluo did not seem to be dead, just captured.

"Rongrong, come over here quickly, come over quickly."

Seeing Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi still held a shred of hope in his heart.

He hoped that Ning Rongrong was still standing with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

That way, even if he died today, he would feel a little better.

But seeing Ning Rongrong directly hug Su Wen's arm, looking at that man with a coquettish expression, the string in Ning Fengzhi's heart snapped completely.

"Daddy, Rongrong is already married; Rongrong is a person of her husband's family and must listen to her husband."

"Daddy, Rongrong is sorry."