147: Chapter 147

Even from a distance, Gui Jianchou could clearly feel that the previously devoured Souls were about to escape, which definitely had something to do with the Netherworld Ghost Fire.

Already, over a dozen lower-Cultivation Ghost Race members had their Souls extracted from their bodies, causing their bodies to twist rapidly.

Gui Jianchou quickly issued an order: "Retreat quickly; this path is impassable."

Previously, these Ghost Race members had been split into twenty squads to search for the demon emperors coffin, and it seemed as if fate had already decreed this.

After wandering around, they were gathered back here.

During the retreat, the Netherworld Ghost Fire continued to spread, rapidly lunging at the Ghost Race army, burning over a dozen lower-Cultivation Level 9 Ghost Kings to ashes, and after absorbing their Cultivation, it became even more rampant.

"Run quickly, don't look back! This is no ordinary flame; it is extremely suppressive to the Ghost Race."

Gui Jianchou's Dilemma

The Netherworld Ghost Fire seemed to have an independent consciousness; having devoured the Cultivation of over a dozen Level 9 Ghost Kings, it became abnormally excited.

It transformed into over a dozen blue fire snakes, continuously pursuing the Ghost Race army.

The Netherworld Ghost Fire let out rampant roars, quickly catching up to the rear of the Ghost Race army and instantly devouring another dozen-plus Level 9 Ghost Kings.

One could visibly see the blue fire snakes growing larger; as the Ghost Race leader, these were all his capable subordinates.

If they were truly wiped out, how could he stand against the Nine Nether Ghost Emperor in the future?

"You all go quickly; I will stop this damn Netherworld Ghost Fire."

Gui Jianchou quickly shook off the black liquid on his body, rapidly forming dozens of Clones, attempting to use this method to drag down the dozen-plus fire snakes.

To prevent the Netherworld Ghost Fire from burning the Souls he had devoured within his body, he could only consume a large amount of magic power to control the Clones.

A large amount of black liquid spread on the ground, forming a black wall inside the passageway, attempting to block the pursuit of the Netherworld Ghost Fire and buy more time for the main Ghost Race army to retreat.

Gui Jianchou was actually somewhat responsible; if this were the Demon Race Elder Ji An, he would have long since fled, never bothering to care about these subordinates.

Crackle, pop!

The black liquid was like asphalt, beginning to burn under the scorching heat of the Netherworld Ghost Fire, with black smoke constantly rising.

The air was filled with a pungent smell, and Gui Jianchou's black skin also began to feel a burning sensation.

The Clones he released were different from Xiao Bai's; they were transformed from his own flesh and skin, so damage to the Clones would rebound onto his original form.

Whereas Xiao Bai used the Clone technique of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends; the Clones he transformed would not suffer a rebound when damaged, with no side effects.

Gui Jianchou's Clones were gradually incinerated, and the black liquid firewall he had set up was quickly torn open.

New burn marks constantly appeared on his black skin; the Ghost Race army had already fled the area, so he summoned back the remaining Clones and retreated quickly.

A huge roar came from the passageway, with over a dozen fire snakes continuously pursuing Gui Jianchou.

"Senior Brother, there seems to be a situation over there."

"Let's go take a look."

At this moment, Hua Feng, leading over a dozen Junior Brother sword immortals, had collided head-on with the Ghost Race army, both sides tense and on the verge of conflict.

Hua Feng instructed the Junior Brother beside him: "Without my order, do not act rashly; it seems the Ghost Race has encountered trouble."

Gui Jianchou flew toward this side at top speed, followed by thirteen blue fire snakes, each reaching over thirty meters in length and still constantly expanding.

"So it is Protector Gui; does he need this Daoist's help?"

Forced into a corner, Gui Jianchou let go of his pride and pleaded: "Please, Daoist Masters, help me."

"Easy to say..."

"Set up the Formation: Qiankun Chains."

Hua Feng and his Junior Brothers simultaneously threw out Talismanic Incantations, causing thirteen red iron chains to drill out from the ground and quickly tighten around the necks of the blue fire snakes.

Under the control of the Formation, the rampant Netherworld Ghost Fire was temporarily suppressed.

Hua Feng looked smug and began to pressure the Ghost Race.

"Protector Gui, today this Daoist brought my Junior Brothers to help the Ghost Race, saving you from a great disaster; how do you intend to show your gratitude?"

Gui Jianchou bowed with cupped hands: "Many thanks to you Daoist Masters for coming to the rescue; once we get out, I will certainly present a generous gift."

Hua Feng wagged his finger: "Getting out is too far off; don't speak of such ethereal things. This Daoist only looks at what is before him."

"If the Ghost Race is willing to cooperate with me, we can deal with the Dragon Clan and the Heavenly Demon Fox Clan together, and those two damn snake demons must not be spared either."

"When the time comes, we will split the treasures within the Demon Emperors Tomb equally; what does Protector Gui think?"

Gui Jianchou did not agree immediately, still hesitating; although he was usually sinister and ruthless, he had his own bottom line.

He absolutely would not do something like openly betraying an ally or stabbing them in the back.

From setting out from the Black Sea to successfully entering the Demon Emperors Tomb, he believed that the Ghost Race could not have done it alone.

He was fundamentally different from Ji An; from the moment he agreed to form an Alliance, he had never thought about playing dirty tricks behind their backs.

Cooperation leads to a win-win; splitting the Tomb treasures together means everyone will be friends after leaving.

Winning over these forces would also give him more confidence to stand against the Nine Nether Ghost Emperor in the future.

"Regarding the Daoist's suggestion, I am afraid I cannot comply."

Seeing that persuasion failed, Hua Feng switched to direct threats.

"Protector Gui should know the immense damage the Netherworld Ghost Fire causes to the Ghost Race; once I release all those fire snakes, the Ghost Race elites will suffer heavy casualties."

"I ask you, without these confidants, what will you use to fight the Nine Nether Ghost Emperor?"

Hua Feng seemed to see through Gui Jianchou's thoughts; in fact, this was no secret, as the Nine Nether Ghost Emperor was also using this treasure hunt in the Tomb to test Gui Jianchou.

The Ghost Race elites had a strong desire to survive; they looked at Gui Jianchou one after another, their eyes filled with pleading.

"Great Guardian..."

"Great Guardian, make a decision quickly; we don't have much time left."

Seeing that Gui Jianchou had not agreed for a long time, Hua Feng had already released two fire snakes, once again forcing Gui Jianchou to submit.

To prevent these Ghost Race members from escaping, Hua Feng had already quietly set up a flame Formation in the surroundings; as long as Gui Jianchou refused his recruitment, the Ghost Race would be completely wiped out.

Possessing a luxurious lineup of eight Level 9 sword immortals gave Hua Feng plenty of confidence.

With the Formation set up in advance, even with over a hundred Ghost Race members, they could not contend with them.

"Yo, I could smell such big talk from far away; it really burns the eyes, damn it, and you still want to turn the Ghost Race against us."

Xiao Bai and Ao Wuming appeared behind Hua Feng at the same time.

Ao Wuming pointed angrily at Hua Feng: "Old thief, you deliberately lured those Undead over, causing my Dragon Clan to suffer heavy casualties."

"You are unworthy of being a practitioner of the Dao."

Hua Feng sneered: "Since everyone is here, then please let Protector Gui make a decision."

"Let us join forces to completely exterminate the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon and the Heavenly Demon Fox Clan; now that we've torn off the mask, there's no need to hide anymore."

"Since ancient times, Humans and Demons cannot coexist; do not blame this Daoist for being ruthless."

Xiao Bai clapped and cheered: "I understand; let me give some applause to cooperate with you."

"You Old Guy are really shameless; you were the one talking about an Alliance, and you are the one openly betraying us."

"We haven't even found the demon emperors coffin, and you're already starting to divide the treasures; being too anxious is not a good thing."

As the Alliance leader, Tian Kui began to state her position, asking Gui Jianchou.

"We've cooperated tacitly all the way here; are you really going to become a running dog for the Human Race? Make your own decision."

Gui Jianchou fell into a dilemma; he didn't want to be Hua Feng's servant, and even less did he want the confidants he had cultivated for many years to all perish.

After thinking it over repeatedly, he made a decision.

"I apologize, Saintess, but I cannot gamble with the lives of these good brothers under my command."

"As long as they release the chains, the Netherworld Ghost Fire will instantly burn all the Ghost Race to death."

Chapter 195: The demon emperors coffin

"Sigh, what did I think you were afraid of? So it was just those stinky snakes."

Wait, this sentence seemed to have a flaw; by saying "too anxious," he had actually included himself in the insult.

Xiao Bai took out a small lotus platform from his qiankun bag; it wasn't even the size of a palm.

He gently turned the switch, and a thumb-sized flame slowly rose, stretched, and then performed a backflip for Xiao Bai.

It melted Feng Yun and Tian Kui, and they almost wanted to reach out and touch it.

Xiao Bai decisively stopped them: "Don't touch it blindly; your fingers will melt."

"If your hands are really itching, you can come touch me; touch me however you want, I guarantee I won't resist."

"In your dreams." Feng Yun and Tian Kui responded in unison.

Seeing Xiao Bai's confident appearance, Tian Kui whispered a few words to him.

Xiao Bai shouted to Gui Jianchou: "If I get rid of those fire snakes, how will you respond?"

"As long as Alliance Leader Bai can drive away the Netherworld Ghost Fire and save the Ghost Race, you will be my big brother from now on; I, Gui Jianchou, will kowtow to you three times on the spot to apologize for the previous framing in the Black Sea."

"Good, straightforward! We are friends through fighting."

"Considering you have more backbone than that Old Guy Ji An, I will honor the Saintess's request and save you this once; I hope you remember what you just said."

Gui Jianchou looked sincere, his eyes firm: "Although I am not a good person, if it weren't for preserving the lives of my subordinates, I would never betray an ally, even if it meant death."

Hua Feng really couldn't hold it in and burst into laughter, clutching his stomach: "A Sixth-Level Demon King dares to speak such wild words; it's truly the biggest joke in the world."

"Even a Level 9 Ghost King and a Ninth-Level Demon King cannot do it; on what basis can you?"

Hua Feng continued to increase his mockery: "In my Dream God Mountain, it takes fourteen sword immortals acting simultaneously to trap the Netherworld Ghost Fire."

"Yellow-mouthed brat, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth."

Xiao Bai stuffed his hands into his pockets and crooked his mouth, his whole body exuding a roguish air; he was just missing a cigarette to light up.