116: Fellow Daoist, you instigated my beloved disciple to plot against me... How should I settle this account?

Boom—

The ghostly sound reverberated through the clouds, striking the Five Elements Great Formation.

Immediately, the Formation barrier produced wave-like patterns, showing signs of breaking.

"Enemy attack! Who dares to trespass on my Yuanlian Island!"

Streaks of soaring light shot up, escaping the Great Formation through the passage, and streaked across the Void Realm.

When they clearly saw the dark and deep ghost nest, they were all stunned in shock.

"This is... a ghost nest... How did it leave the Chong Prefecture territory and come here?"

"Damn it!

A ghost nest has at least ten True Core ghost Cultivators.

Only the Yuanlian Seven can stop it!"

"Hate!"

Many Cultivators showed panic, trembling all over.

But behind them was Yuanlian Island, and if the Great Formation broke, their Family, relatives, and Bloodline would also be destroyed.

At this moment.

"Ta!"

A delicate shout came.

Su Kexin shot up from the ground, stomping her foot, and a massive amount of strange tattoos appeared on her body.

As the black Qi was activated, the tattoos seemed to come alive, transforming into countless demonic souls that flew out.

Green-faced Flood Dragon, Footless Bird, Soul-Devouring Cicada... It was precisely the Soul-Devouring Dharma Body she had Cultivated for many years!

Whoosh—

The demonic souls twisted and killed, constantly dissolving.

Su Kexin even rushed to the front line, iron garments appearing on her body, majestic and heroic, annihilating countless fierce ghosts with every palm and punch.

Even a True Core ghost Cultivator would be severely injured by a single blow.

"Haha, killing these lonely spirits and wild ghosts, what a thrill!

And fighting alongside Sister Su is even more thrilling!"

The limping Song Aqi held his Soul-Shattering Rod Magic Treasure, wielding it like the wind, smashing the heads of numerous vicious ghosts open, making them dissipate into scattered Yin Qi.

"I'm here too!"

Fang Yu spread his palms, and the boiling lake water transformed into hundreds of Water Dragons, sweeping across the sky, destroying countless Yin souls.

Over the years, the Yuanlian Seven had long since branched out, establishing themselves as kings.

Especially after Gu Changsheng announced his seclusion and rarely showed his face, these Disciples returned to Yuanlian Island less and less.

At this time, only Su Kexin, Song Aqi, and Fang Yu were on the island.

Before long, the three gradually found their strength waning.

"The command talisman has been activated for a long time, but still no one has returned?"

Su Kexin's eyes were splitting with rage as she smashed the head of a True Core ghost Cultivator.

"The world is cold.

Teacher has also been in seclusion for many years. Over these years, they have long harbored different intentions..."

"Hmph, if we survive this calamity, I will definitely clean up the sect on behalf of Teacher!"

Fang Yu said bitterly.

Suddenly, a shrill piercing sound came, and Fang Yu's eyes met a pair of blood-red ghost eyes, instantly making his expression dazed.

At the same time, a huge bone bludgeon, like a small mountain, smashed down.

"Not good, Junior Brother Fang!"

Su Kexin urgently wanted to provide aid, but it was too late.

'Not good, my life is over...'

Fang Yu struggled desperately to wake up, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, the Void Realm seemed to freeze.

The powerful Yaksha ghost holding the bone bludgeon was fixed in mid-air, only its blood-red eyes moving, revealing an expression of terror.

Above the sky, an enormous painting floated in the Void Realm, and amidst the brilliant light, countless white threads were born and entangled.

Tens of thousands of ghosts shrieked in agony, but none could escape.

In the Void Realm, a young man in white, like an immortal, slowly descended.

"Teacher!"

"Wuwu, Teacher, you've finally come out of seclusion!"

Su Kexin immediately went to meet him, intimately pulling on Gu Changsheng's sleeve.

"You are also someone who has established a sect outside, why are you still so childish..."

Gu Changsheng dotingly stroked Su Kexin's forehead.

His gaze turned to Fang Yu and the other.

"You two have done very well... You haven't wasted my efforts in Cultivation..."

After speaking, his gaze turned sharp, looking towards the Void Realm.

At this moment, the power of the painting entangled, like an abyss, devouring one fierce soul and fierce ghost after another.

Gradually, the ghost nest disintegrated, revealing a massive number of Yin ghosts inside.

Among them, the number of True Core ghost Cultivators actually reached over a hundred.

Other vicious ghosts were countless.

This terrified the three, making their faces turn pale.

So many True Core ghost Cultivators, if they swarmed them, they could probably tear the three to shreds in an instant.

But under Teacher's secret art, not a single one could escape.

For some reason, Fang Yu and the others looked at the white-robed figure and felt at ease.

"I did catch a few interesting little ghosts... The Ghost Dao Illustrated Guide can add a few new faces."

Gu Changsheng smiled slightly, and a painting floated down from the sky, landing in his palm.

In the painting, tens of thousands of ghosts were ferocious and varied in form, yet they all, without prior agreement, showed expressions of terror and fled for their lives.

In a flick of a finger, the terrifying ghost nest was thus destroyed.

Immediately, the entire Yuanlian Island erupted.

"It's Lord Island Master!"

"His venerable self has finally come out of seclusion!"

"Haha, with his venerable self guarding Yuanlian Island, any vicious soul or fierce ghost will turn to ashes!"

The joy of surviving the calamity made countless Cultivators and Mortals weep with joy and spread the news.

Outside Yuanlian Island, in a corner.

Duke Zhang Liang, with his hair tied up in a Daoist crown, sat cross-legged, meditating, appearing detached from worldly affairs.

Beside him, Li Changhe, clad in blood-red robes, looked on with astonishment, gazing at the white-robed figure in the Void Realm, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"Old fellow, he's indeed not dead yet..."

Li Changhe had immense ambition, always dreaming of annexing Yuanlian Island.

As Gu Changsheng showed his face less and less, his ambition also rapidly swelled.

This ghost nest attack was partly his doing.

This was diverting disaster to others.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past Li Changhe's back, a familiar aura that immediately made his scalp tingle and dense beads of sweat seep from his forehead.

"My dear Disciple..."

A familiar voice sounded, and Li Changhe felt a chill down his spine. He turned his head and saw Gu Changsheng looking at him with a smile.

Many years had passed, and time seemed to have lost its effect on Gu Changsheng.

His face showed no change at all.

Just like before.

But his temperament was like a deep ocean, becoming even more unfathomable.

Li Changhe gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, thinking that since he was already exposed, he might as well lay his cards on the table.

"Hmph, old fellow... You're only at the Late Stage True Core Realm, how can you be a match for Lord Duke Yansheng?"

"Oh, so that's your reliance?"

Gu Changsheng said with a calm demeanor.

Then he turned his head to look at the figure sitting cross-legged: "Fellow Daoist, do you also think so?"

Zhang Liang slowly opened his eyes and said faintly: "This matter is Fellow Daoist's Family affair, I naturally find it inconvenient to interfere..."

"You! Betrayed me!" Li Changhe's eyes were splitting with rage, black Qi erupted from his entire body, like a trapped beast fighting to the death.

However, space suddenly became stagnant, like Mount Tai pressing down, making him unable to move.

This feeling of powerlessness made Li Changhe feel as if he had returned to his childhood as a Mortal, facing a Vicious Beast.

Whoosh—

A palm suddenly covered his head.

A surging suction force was born from the palm.

Li Changhe felt his blood flowing backward, and the black Qi in his Dantian, mixed with blood and Qi, was rapidly draining away.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the True Core within Li Changhe's body shattered and disintegrated, his Origin Qi wildly dissipating.

Visibly, his temples turned gray, and tree bark-like wrinkles appeared on his face.

In just three breaths, all his Cultivation was lost.

Gu Changsheng's expression was stern, his cold eyes devoid of any emotion, and he said indifferently: "You coveted the Cultivation speed and secret art power of the Blood Demon Great Technique.

But you don't know that the highest Realm of this technique—the Blood Demon True Body—is most effective against Cultivators who practice this technique... Everything you have was bestowed by me, and now... return it all, principal and interest..."

Gu Changsheng coldly withdrew his palm, and a blood-colored crystal diamond appeared in his hand.

It was Li Changhe's entire Cultivation.

"You..."

Li Changhe was like an old man on the verge of death, unable to even lift his eyelids.

Having lost his Cultivation and dropped in Realm, he did not have much Lifespan left.

His fingers trembled, wanting to lift, but fell powerlessly.

The Blood-robed Old Ancestor, who once commanded wind and rain in the outside world,

Died of old age.

Gu Changsheng smiled as he looked at Duke Yansheng.

At this moment, the other party remained calm and composed.

"Fellow Daoist, instigating my beloved Disciple to plot against this Venerable One... How should this debt be settled?"