Chapter 64

"Venerable Brother, your righteousness is high!"

Master Yusu's exquisitely beautiful face now showed a gentle smile. With a flick of his wide sleeves, an intangible holy light spread out, dispelling the faint, dark wind of the netherworld.

In white robes and light makeup, he danced with the wind, his steps graceful and delicate. Every movement, every gesture, was accompanied by a cold, clear, and bright holy light, like a full moon, radiating a grand and luminous presence. His posture stood out, his cold and proud demeanor resembling a divine maiden in the snow of the north.

This Eight-Gate Holy Temple Formation could be considered the treasure of the Golden Light Divine Sect.

Eight holy light primordial jewel pagodas were arranged in eight positions, suppressing the eight directions. In its complete state, the Holy Temple Formation could easily subdue deities and demons, let alone mere ghosts, which would be easily captured.

Venerable Muxing, with his white eyebrows fluttering, slightly moved his palm, and invisible golden light blossomed from it, like a beautiful Udumbara flower. It slowly rotated, exuding a tangible sense of compassion, soothing the heart.

With a slight shake of his wide sleeves, the golden Udumbara in his palm instantly erupted.

The golden light surged, like a pillar of divine light piercing the sky. The boundless golden light poured down, causing the void to tremble mysteriously.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At this moment, the black wind in the sky seemed to be swept away by a powerful force. In the dark, ink-like clouds, the golden light flowed, like ripples, dispelling all the darkness and illuminating the cloud layer. Eight golden pagodas slowly emerged from the void, rotating and emitting bright golden light.

"Eight gates of the great formation, with eight of us here, we will each guard one gate." Venerable Muxing lightly stroked his white, neat beard, his gaze sharp as he swept over everyone.

After speaking, his figure flickered, and he stepped onto the holy light, approaching the young man in black. "Young friend, I have a task to entrust to you. Would you be willing to help?"

"Venerable, please command!"

Jun Wuming's expression changed slightly, and he bowed.

Venerable Muxing nodded gently. "We eight will guard the eight gates, but the range of the formation is limited. The other ghosts in the mountains cannot be handled by us. Would you be willing to help?"

These ghost soldiers were of great use to Jun Wuming, so he naturally agreed without hesitation.

Seeing the young man in black accept the task, Venerable Muxing's stern gaze turned, and he instructed everyone to prepare.

Venerable Muxing's eyes narrowed, and he fully activated the *Golden Light Divine Art*. A vast golden light instantly burst forth from his body, enveloping him in a golden aura.

He lightly shouted, "Eight gates of golden light, the World Honored One's holy treasure, open the Heavenly Gate!"

In a white robe, he rose into the air, like a holy being. With a flick of his wide sleeves, eight dazzling golden lights shot out, crossing the void and striking the tall pagodas.

Sss!

The sound of golden light piercing the air echoed, and the eight holy light primordial jewel pagodas grew rapidly, their golden light blazing like the sun, illuminating the entire dark cloud layer.

The golden light was brilliant and sacred.

The pagodas rotated, and countless rays of golden light descended. The eight giant pagodas rose from the mountains, transforming into hundred-meter-tall towers in a few breaths, instantly forming the Eight-Gate Holy Temple Formation.

The eight corners of the pagodas were adorned with delicate bells, which tinkled melodiously. The boundless golden holy light burst forth from the pagodas, enveloping the area in a golden sea of light, transforming the void within the formation into a world of golden crystal.

The golden holy light was solemn and majestic, different from the usual gentle and compassionate holy light. This golden holy light was extremely powerful and overwhelming, carrying an unyielding pressure. Once inside, it felt like entering the domain of a divine being, making one feel suffocated. It seemed as if all the elemental energy in this area was purified and transformed into a dominant force of light!

From a distance, the eight giant golden pagodas stood in the golden crystal world, suppressing the eight directions, emitting boundless elemental energy fluctuations. The rolling momentum stirred the clouds and winds, creating a peaceful and golden world in the sky.

Seeing this, eight figures descended from the clouds.

Venerable Muyuan sat in the eastern pagoda, Venerable Mukong in the northeast, Venerable Muxing in the north, Wuse in the west, Master Yusu in the southwest, Venerable Yuxu in the south, Master Yuhua in the southeast, and Lin Hong in the northwest.

The eight gates of the formation, the massive golden array, suppressed the central area of the Black Wind Mountains, covering hundreds of miles. The golden holy light enveloping the entire central area of the mountains formed a giant golden holy tower in the sky!

*Clang*

A clear sword cry echoed, and a cold light flashed, like a black ribbon. Jun Wuming gently stroked the cold, yin energy sword in his hand and slowly descended into the mountains shrouded in the black wind.

At this moment, the ghosts in the mountains were already alarmed, and a vast black ghostly mist rose into the sky. The dense ghostly mist carried a desolate howl, and the ghosts howled in unison. The golden light in the sky rippled like water, being pushed back several feet by the black ghostly mist.

The black light intensified, and the ghostly mist converged into boundless despair, hatred, death, and blood, forming substantial black malevolent energy, which transformed into towering ghostly pillars of elemental energy!

*Boom!*

The black light struck the golden holy domain in the sky, like thunder, as if trying to blast a path through the formation!

Seeing this, the eight people on the pagodas shouted in unison.

"Ridiculous!"

The holy sound rolled, and the vast sound waves pressed down from the sky, instantly shattering the protective ghostly mist of some weaker ghosts, causing their bodies to be torn apart by the waves of holy energy.

The holy light around them surged like a sea, and the holy light wheels behind their heads shone like the sun, the rising holy energy forming a sea of clouds, connecting into a domain.

Under the shock of their power, the black mist rising from the ground was instantly suppressed several feet.

Jun Wuming, seeing this, no longer focused on the eight people on the pagodas but turned his attention to the ghosts in the mountains. He smiled and transformed into a black whirlwind, heading toward a nearby dark pit.

Yin souls prefer dark places, and the mist in that mountain hollow was visible to the naked eye. Such a dark place must yield something.

As he approached, Jun Wuming's expression suddenly changed, and he lightly patted his waist.

A small black snake poked its head out from his inner robe, its eyes slightly dazed and looking at Jun Wuming with dissatisfaction, as if it would bite him if he didn't give a satisfactory answer!

However, as soon as they approached the mountain hollow, the little black snake reacted, its eyes brightening, and it instantly transformed into a black light, jumping onto a rock and looking down at the dark pit from above.

The Black Wind Mountains were shrouded in a constant dark wind, spreading throughout the entire mountain range. Although the mountains stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, they were mostly low shrubs and large rocks, offering no place to hide.

Fortunately, Jun Wuming did not hide his presence, releasing his concealed aura. Using his physical strength, he leaped forward, appearing directly in the dark pit. However, as he approached, he was stunned to find that there were no ghosts in the dark pit, which was shrouded in yin energy!

No, just a moment ago, his mental power had detected dozens of ghost soldiers here!

As he was stunned, a huge black snake suddenly appeared in the mountain hollow, its body coiling like a devouring serpent.

The snake's head was flat, and its large, dark scales seemed to draw the soul in. Its large, dark eyes stared at Jun Wuming, filled with a sense of triumph, making him pause. Then, he transformed into a black light and flew toward another dark area.

"Yoyo, stop right there!"

Jun Wuming suddenly realized.

The Yin-Yang Spirit Snake naturally craved yin energy. Although these ghost soldiers were filled with malevolent energy, they were essentially extremely yin, and Yoyo, upon seeing them, naturally wanted to devour them.

He inwardly sighed, devouring them! What a waste!

Coming back to his senses, he saw that Yoyo had already transformed into a black light and flown away.

Without hesitation, he transformed into a black wind and instantly reached another area where the ghost soldiers gathered.

The ghostly mist was dense, and dozens of ghost soldiers stopped in their tracks, their bodies enveloped in thick, dark ghostly energy. Their ghostly eyes instantly turned red, and they pounced.

A living person with yang energy was the favorite of fierce ghosts, and such blood was not to be missed.

The yin energy surged, forming icy, bone-chilling black winds, as if freezing the body. In an instant, they were in front of the young man. A claw shot out, and the dense negative ghostly energy instantly formed a huge ghostly claw, striking down from the sky.

The cold light was dazzling, covering the sky, almost grabbing the young man's entire essence.

*Page Break*

The ghostly mist was dense, and dozens of ghost soldiers stared at the young man, suddenly stopping in their tracks. Their bodies, enveloped in thick, dark ghostly energy, instantly boiled, as if wrapped in a cold, dark mist. Their ghostly eyes instantly turned red, and they pounced.

A living person with yang energy was the favorite of fierce ghosts, and such blood was not to be missed.

The yin energy surged, forming icy, bone-chilling black winds, as if freezing the body. In an instant, they were in front of the young man. A claw shot out, and the dense negative ghostly energy instantly formed a huge ghostly claw, striking down from the sky.

The cold light was dazzling, covering the sky, almost grabbing the young man's entire essence.