Chapter 1286

With a flick of his sleeve, Han Li sent out another thirty-six Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords, which hovered in the air in front of the trio and spread out in a straight line.

As Han Li performed an incantation gesture and pointed, the flying swords spun at the same time and unleashed a vast expanse of golden lightning, which turned into a huge curtain of lightning that was nearly ten thousand feet wide, shielding the trio behind them.

At the same time, Jin Tong's body flashed with a golden light, and he instantly transformed into Golden Immortal Devourer. Weeping Soul raised his hands, which shone with a black light as he unleashed his Nether Ghostclaw and Soul-Crusher Ghost Flute.

As soon as the trio had done all this, a dense swarm of ghosts surged toward them like a tidal wave.

These ghosts were of various shapes and sizes, and some of them could not even be seen. Their auras were uneven, and the majority of them were low-grade ghosts below the realm of True Immortals, but there were also ghosts at the realm of Golden Immortals and even Primordial Immortals.

Due to the astonishing number of ghosts, their combined aura was extremely terrifying.

The ghosts that filled the sky crashed into the lightning sword screen and launched all kinds of attacks at the sword screen.

Immediately, lightning flashed on the lightning sword veil, and the entire sword veil trembled.

Han Li's expression remained unchanged as he performed an incantation gesture with both hands. Golden specks of light appeared on the sword curtain, and then countless lightning sword beams shot out from it and slashed at the ghosts.

For a moment, a loud sizzling sound rang out, and the wailing of ghosts rose and fell!

The Du Tian Divine Thunder was extremely destructive and had a restraining effect on ghosts. Immediately, a large number of low-grade ghosts at the forefront were shredded by the sword beams, turning into plumes of smoke and disappearing.

Led by some high-grade ghosts, the rest of the ghosts did not stop and continued to surge forward.

The ghosts seemed to be very afraid of the black river and dared not approach. They only attacked from the front and from the left and right, so that Han Li and his companions did not need to be attacked from the front and the back.

However, as far as their eyes could see, there was a vast expanse of dark as if there was no end to the number of ghosts.

However, the situation here was unclear, and if they retreated rashly, they might trigger other restrictive spells or even provoke other existences.

Han Li frowned slightly and continued to activate the sword curtain without saying a word.

Although the lightning sword screen formed by the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords was extremely powerful, there were simply too many ghosts. Wave after wave of ghosts surged over, and the sword screen soon showed signs of fatigue.

The Weeping Soul Beast and the Golden Child panicked, and they tried to step forward to help, but Han Li sent them a voice transmission to stop them, telling them to conserve their strength.

At this moment, a shrill shriek resounded. Not even the earth-shattering ghost cries could suppress it.

The frenzied attacks of the ghosts slowed down for a moment before they quickly gathered together to form four to five huge sword-shaped battle formations.

Wu wu wu!

These battle formations spun rapidly like drills, and then suddenly rushed towards the golden sword screen.

Suddenly, the golden light and the black light burst into dazzling splendor like fireworks.

"Crack!" The golden sword curtain shattered, and the thirty-six Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords emerged. They spun around and flew back. The lightning on them seemed to have dimmed a little. It seemed that their spirituality had suffered a significant damage.

Han Li's expression darkened, and he waved a hand to collect the thirty-six Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords. He then nurtured them within his body before spreading open his hand and making a grabbing motion.

The other thirty-six Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords around him immediately shot forth, transforming into thirty-six streaks of dazzling golden light that slashed toward the oncoming ghosts.

A series of sharp screeches erupted as close to a hundred ghosts were destroyed, disappearing into smoke. However, even more ghosts pounced forward.

The Golden Child and the Weeping Soul Beast couldn't wait any longer, and they immediately sprang into action.

The Weeping Soul Beast summoned its Infernal Ghostclaw, and black flames burst forth from its claws. The sinister laughter of a malicious ghost could be heard from within the flames as it grabbed toward the ghosts on its left.

The ghosts that flew over were grabbed by the Nether Ghost Claw and immediately exploded, turning into ashes in the flames.

She also blew into the Soul Sucking Ghost Flute, and bursts of black soundwaves shot forth from the flute, transforming into countless sound blades and swords that slashed through the surrounding ghosts, instantly killing many of them.

As the Weeping Soul Beast attacked with its claws and flute, it also spat out black light from its mouth, constantly engulfing the surrounding ghosts.

Compared to Han Li and the Weeping Soul Beast, Golden Child's attacks weren't as effective.

It waved its claws through the air, and several tens of streaks of cold light shot forth, slicing through the ghosts on its right and pulverizing a large number of them.

However, aside from a small number of corporeal ghosts, the rest of the ghosts were completely unscathed. Even though their bodies had been sliced apart, they immediately reformed and continued to pounce forward.

Golden Child's expression darkened upon seeing this, and one half of its massive body suddenly disintegrated, transforming into a golden cloud.

The other half of its body flashed with golden light, transforming into a smaller Golden Devouring Immortal.

Inside the golden cloud were countless rice-sized Gold Devouring Beetles. They covered the sky and covered the earth as they rushed toward the ghosts. They tightly latched onto the bodies of the ghosts, and no matter what techniques they used, they couldn't shake them off.

The countless Gold Devouring Beetles quickly devoured the ghosts, devouring them in the blink of an eye. However, their speed was slightly slower, and the ghosts behind them continued to surge forward, pushing the Gold Devouring Beetles forward.

Upon seeing this, Han Li flicked his five fingers in quick succession.

Hundreds of lightning sword Qi immediately shot forth, striking the ghosts on the right and wiping out nearly half of them, allowing Golden Child to heave a sigh of relief.

Even though the three of them had managed to withstand the onslaught of ghosts, they were still under great pressure. Furthermore, there seemed to be an endless stream of ghosts converging on them from all directions.

"Damn it! Why are there so many ghosts? What do we do now, Master?" the Weeping Soul Beast asked.

"Rather than staying here and becoming targets, why don't we take the risk and retreat along the Black River?" Han Li suggested after a brief moment of thought.

Thus, the three of them retreated along the Black River as they rapidly advanced upstream.

A short moment later, the Weeping Soul Beast suddenly cried out in delight, "Look! There's a bridge up ahead!"

Han Li turned his head and saw that there was indeed an arched bridge up ahead, spanning across the Black River.

The arched bridge was dark red in color, and it extended across the Black River into the darkness ahead. It was impossible to see how long it stretched.

The bridge was riddled with holes, and it was unknown how many places had been damaged. It was filled with the vicissitudes of time, but overall, it seemed to be in good shape.

"Roar!"

At that moment, the ghosts suddenly seemed to have gone mad and pounced at them. Their attacks were several times fiercer, and the pressure on the three of them increased greatly.

Han Li waved his hand, and a golden light shot out from his hand, landing on the stone bridge and turning into a golden Dao soldier.

The Dao soldier flew along the stone bridge.

The black clouds in the sky didn't send down black lightning, and the terrifying snakes and insects in the river didn't pounce out to attack.

Upon seeing this, Han Li's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted, "Retreat to the bridge!"

As he spoke, incomparably dazzling golden lightning blossomed from his arm, and he waved his sleeve.

Rumble!

Hundreds of thick bolts of lightning swept out in all directions, instantly wiping out all the ghosts within a radius of several dozen feet.

The three of them took the opportunity to rush onto the stone bridge. The Weeping Soul's expression changed slightly, and her legs suddenly went limp, and she almost fell.

"Are you alright?" Han Li grabbed her and pulled her along as they flew forward.

The ghosts gathered at one end of the stone bridge, and they roared angrily at Han Li and the others, but they didn't dare to take a step onto the stone bridge.

"This bridge seems to have some kind of power that suppresses ghosts. It's affecting me a little, but not much." The Weeping Soul took a deep breath, and struggled free of Han Li's support, and stood firmly on her own.

Han Li nodded, and reminded her to be careful. He continued to walk forward quickly.

The stone bridge was arched, and the closer they went to the black clouds in the sky, the more uneasy they felt. However, the black clouds didn't react, as if the stone bridge had concealed their auras.

"Huh?" The Weeping Soul exclaimed softly again.

"What is it?" Han Li and Jin Tong immediately went on alert.

"There's something on the stone bridge up ahead. It looks like a statue." A strange expression appeared on the Weeping Soul's face.

"A statue?" Han Li was slightly taken aback.

The three of them continued forward, and soon arrived in front of the statue that the Weeping Soul had mentioned.

The statue was in the shape of a human, and it was ten to forty feet tall. Its entire body was grayish-white, and it seemed to be made from some kind of special stone material. It didn't emit any aura at all.

The stone bridge wasn't very wide to begin with, and the statue stood in the middle, blocking most of it.

"Why would something like this appear in a place like this?" The Weeping Soul asked as it examined the statue.

Han Li's brows furrowed slightly, and he used his Magic Eyes of the Ninth Hell to examine the grayish-white statue.

"Ahem … there are cultivators from the World of True Immortals who dare come to Limbo? How rare, how rare."

It was at this moment that a dull voice sounded from within the statue, and it was speaking in the language of the World of True Immortals.

The three of them were shocked, and they hurriedly took a few steps back.

"May I know who you are?" Han Li raised his brows and asked.

"Even if I tell you my name, I don't think you've heard of it. However, just like the three of you, I'm also from the World of True Immortals. It's great to be able to meet someone from the same hometown here." There was an unconcealable joy in the statue's voice.

"You're really from the World of True Immortals?" When Han Li heard this, he was secretly shocked, but his expression did not change.

"I'm from the Earth Emperor Sect of the Earth Earth Immortal Realm. I came to Limbo by chance.

Speaking of which, who are the three of you?

What are you doing in Limbo? "The statue asked.

Beside him, Jin Tong suddenly raised his head slightly, and a frightening light flashed through his eyes. However, he immediately hid it.

Although the change in Jin Tong's expression only lasted for a moment, Han Li still noticed it.

"The three of us are vagrant cultivators. We don't have a fixed place to stay. As for why we're here, it's similar to you. We were devoured by a crack in space, and we came to Limbo by chance," Han Li said unhurriedly.

"I see. In that case, you guys sure are unlucky to have landed in the Ferocious Spirit Wasteland. To think that you guys were able to fight your way out," the statue said.

"Seems like you know quite a bit about Limbo?" Han Li said.

"Not really. I've just spent a little more time in Limbo," the statue chuckled.

"Why are you on this bridge, sir?

And why have you turned into a stone statue? "Han Li was silent for a moment before he continued asking.

"Do you think I wanted to?

I was struck by the enemy's secret technique and was sealed here, "the statue sighed and said.

Han Li was not surprised. He had seen it with his Magic Eyes of the Ninth Hell earlier on. There was spiritual power flowing within the stone statue. It was indeed some sort of seal, and it was very profound.

But what was inside the seal, even with his eyesight, he couldn't tell.