Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"General, the city has been under martial law recently... All the city gates are guarded by the Lo Capital Army. As long as the lord comes back, there will be news immediately. But I didn't hear anything at all. " The post office's words were very serious, causing Ning Ziwei to be puzzled again.    

    

"Where did this kid go? General Zhou asked me to pick him up, but he didn't tell me where that kid would go..." Ning Ziwei frowned and murmured.    

    

The post-man looked at him and suddenly thought of something. He hurriedly said, "General, if the military situation is urgent, I think the marquis might take a small path to Broken Soul Mountain!"    

    

"That's right!" Ning Ziwei clapped his hands. Why didn't he think of that just now? He immediately stood up and called his personal guards to head towards Splintersoul Mountain.    

    

"General, wait a moment. The Broken Soul Mountain is extremely dangerous. I might be able to help you guide it." The post office quickly stopped him.    

    

Ning Ziwei turned his head to look at him. After thinking for a moment, he finally nodded. The group immediately set off for the Absolute Soul Mountain.    

    

Ning Ziwei had never walked this path before. Fortunately, he brought the post office along with him, and found the path. Not long after they ran out, they saw the black smoke rising to the sky in front of them.    

    

"Not good! It's a spectral cultivator!" Ning Ziwei brought the few personal guards with him and pushed their speed to the limit. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared from where they stood, leaving only a trail of smoke and dust.    

    

"It's here again..." The expression in the courier's eyes gradually became deeper. He could not suppress the anger in his heart and rushed over together with them.    

    

When they reached the edge of the black gas, the guard immediately discovered a black-robed man who was being attacked by a man and a woman. The two of them were very sinister and clung onto him like maggots.    

    

The post office was very familiar with Yang Xuan. He immediately confirmed Yang Xuan's identity from the wooden sword in his hand. He shook the long whip in his hand and instantly broke through the air like a bolt of lightning, separating the man and woman.    

    

"En? Brother Meng?" Seeing the long whip suddenly appear, Yang Xuan was delighted. He didn't have the time to greet the post office, and stabbed at the flaw that the man revealed.    

    

The man's figure was very agile. With a turn, he dodged it. Then, he stood with the woman's back to back, carefully guarding against the whip that appeared and disappeared unpredictably.    

    

The two of them were in a fight, but Ning Ziwei didn't care. His eyes were fixed on the seductive man in front of the stone tablet. He waved the long spear in his hand.    

    

"When did the spectral cultivators dare to show up in Great Wei? Did they not hurt you back then?"    

    

Ghost Ink was immersed in torturing the young man with blood-red light. When he suddenly heard these words, he immediately furrowed his brows, and looked at Ning Zifeng with dissatisfaction.    

    

"Kid, how dare you speak to me in such a tone? Are you tired of living?" Ghost Ink's sleeve suddenly expanded. A stream of black Qi turned into even more long spears and shot towards Ning Ziwei.    

    

As the leader of the Carduus Army, Ning Ziwei's cultivation base was naturally not low. He stomped his feet and flew into the sky. His field of vision immediately widened. Then, under the bright moonlight, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. The long spear in his hand trembled and emitted countless cold lights.    

    

Boom, boom, boom ~ ~ ~    

    

A series of explosions were heard, and all the black smoke was dispersed. The long spear was still like a cold dragon, piercing through the air towards Ghost Ink. The air was driven by the power of the long spear, making a whistling sound.    

    

"A spectral cultivator should be killed!" Ning Ziwei's voice was emotionless. In the next moment, the long spear had already pierced into Ghost Ink's heart.    

    

Ghost Ink looked down in disbelief. Then, his body turned into black smoke and disappeared. He escaped from the deadly tribulation.    

    

"You do have some ability. Unfortunately, in front of my black Qi... ___ said." Ghost Ink no longer hid his true strength. Countless black smoke broke through Ning Ziwei's defense. He was bound up and fell heavily to the ground.    

    

"General!" The guards behind him cried out in alarm and rushed forward. Ghost Ink's eyes flashed with a cold light, and dozens of black gas split out and passed through their hearts. In the blink of an eye, they stopped breathing.    

    

"Thief!" Ning Ziwei's eyes widened. Seeing his brothers die in battle, his chest was filled with anger, but his four limbs were tightly bound by the black gas. He could not break free no matter how hard he tried.    

    

When he was fighting with Ghost Ink, Yang Xuan had finally decided who the winner was. Under the whip of the courier, a man and a woman were thrown into disorder. Finally, they were scattered by Yang Xuan's sword into black gas and fled towards Ghost Ink in panic.    

    

"Elder, the two of us can't defeat him!" Both of them knelt down with their hands crossed. They were so scared that their teeth were trembling and making gurgling sounds.    

    

"Trash!" Ghost Ink waved his sleeve and swept the two of them to the side. His gaze once again landed on Yang Xuan and the post office. His expression gradually became surprised.    

    

The blood-red youth, who was tied up like Ning Ziwei, also revealed a strange expression at this moment. His eyes flickered as if he was thinking of something.    

    

"That ghost cultivator! The army in the city is about to arrive. If you don't run now, none of you will be able to escape!" The post office raised his aura and shouted loudly.    

    

"Do you think it's useful to scare me? But you brat, don't make me interested." Ghost Ink was full of disdain. He calmly walked towards Yang Xuan and the old man, sizing them up.    

    

The more he looked at Ghost Ink, the more surprised he felt. This young man looked exactly the same as the young man with blood-red light. Even his aura was somewhat similar.    

    

Could it be... There was still a living person in the Mong family?    

    

Immediately, a black Qi shot out from Ghost Ink's hand, knocking Yang Xuan out. He stretched out his hand and tried to grab the post office.    

    

In the next moment, a fierce tiger suddenly rushed out from the forest. It roared and lunged at Elder Ghost Ink. Its body was covered in lightning, producing crackling sounds.    

    

Immediately after that, a thin veil flew out of the forest and wrapped around the post officer and Yang Xuan. It quickly flew towards the forest. It was Yuh Qingcheng and the Wind Thunder Tiger.    

    

Elder Ghost Ink was about to capture the post officer and ponder over it when he saw the two of them run away. He was furious in his heart. With a wave of his sleeve, he swept away the Wind Thunder Tiger. A black Qi followed and swept out. It wrapped around the two of them, trying to drag them back.    

    

"World-Cleansing Lotus Heart Technique!"    

    

Yuh Qingcheng's red lips parted slightly. The light on the veil lit up and dispersed the black Qi. She successfully brought Yang Xuan and the post office to her side, jumped onto the Wind Thunder Tiger, and quickly escaped.    

    

Elder Ghost Ink also seemed to have been restrained. His hand suddenly retracted, and his eyes looked towards the back of the few people who had left in fear.    

    

"Interesting..." After a long time, the gentle smile in his eyes became stronger and stronger as he muttered.    

    

Yuh Qingcheng brought Yang Xuan and ran for dozens of miles. They were almost at the depth of the Broken Soul Mountain when they felt a terrifying aura coming from inside. Only then did they stop and look behind them.    

    

"Miss Yu, why are you here too?"    

    

"You are the descendant of Mong family, right?"    

    

Yuh Qingcheng did not answer the post office's question. Instead, she looked at him with a burning gaze.