Chapter 90

The massive black claw, accompanied by dense ghostly mist, struck down, but the five young cultivators leisurely raised their heads to glance at it. Among them, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a bald spot on his head and wearing a light yellow monk's robe sneered, and spat out a white relic the size of an egg from his mouth.

For a moment, the chanting of Buddhist scriptures echoed, and as soon as the white relic appeared, it transformed into a large ball of Buddha light that shot straight into the sky. Countless auspicious rays of light rained down from the sky, and within the Buddha light, a withered old monk sat cross-legged, a bright halo behind his head like an ice mirror, emitting boundless light that instantly dispelled the ghostly aura in the sky.

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils roared in anger. The two ghostly hand seals he had cast were dissolved by the Buddha light as if they were snow lions encountering the sun. Countless thick black liquids dripped, and the two large black bone claws vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it, a Bodhisattva relic!" The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils was so angry that his eyes twitched.

A Bodhisattva, a great being in Buddhism, even the weakest Bodhisattva is a celestial immortal. Buddhist cultivation techniques have always been extremely effective in countering the evil techniques of various demons and heretics. Although the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils is a great ghostly cultivator with a fully formed golden core, he could do nothing against the relic left by a Bodhisattva.

"Run! These brats are not to be provoked!" Without waiting for Yinxuege to speak, the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils roared. Black ghostly flames burned fiercely around him, and he continuously injected ghostly qi into the Bone King flying chariot. At the same time, he painfully grabbed several high-grade spirit stones and inserted them into the slots on his throne.

The large Bone King flying chariot emitted a blinding light, and green ghostly qi spewed out, with countless will-o'-the-wisps swirling around the chariot. Accompanied by a sharp ghostly howl, a pair of huge black bone wings extended from the sides of the chariot. Under the powerful energy released by the high-grade spirit stones, the bone wings emitted a bright black light, and the chariot suddenly shot forward at several times its previous speed.

Yinxuege looked in shock at the high-grade spirit stones embedded in the throne. With the energy provided by these spirit stones, the Bone King flying chariot reached a speed of a hundred miles in an instant. However, the consumption of these high-grade spirit stones was extremely rapid, and within just a few breaths, the fist-sized spirit stones had shrunk to half their original size.

But in just those few breaths, the Bone King flying chariot had already traveled over three hundred miles. Although the three hundred miles were mostly winding through mountains, the straight-line distance between them and the five young cultivators had been extended by about a hundred miles.

Through the transparent carriage, Yinxuege could see several green lights rapidly approaching from a hundred miles away. However, the strength of those young cultivators was limited, and their sword lights were quite ordinary. They couldn't catch up even to the chariot's normal speed, let alone its current speed, which had increased several times.

"Phew, phew!" The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils looked back at the five green lights and exhaled heavily. "That little thief monk is definitely a bald monk from the Golden Buddha Temple! In the Eastern cultivation world, among the nine major immortal sects, the Daoist sects are strongest with the Qianyuan Sect, and the Buddhist sects are most prosperous with the Golden Buddha Temple. I'd rather fight the Daoist priests of the Qianyuan Sect to the death than deal with these thief monks!"

Wumu widened his eyes and looked at the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils with disdain. "Retreating without a fight, you're not a true warrior! Damn it, you're not even a man! The warriors of our werewolf clan would never flee before a battle!"

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils chuckled a few times, not getting angry but instead patting his legs forcefully. The sound of his palm hitting his leg bones was as clear as a hammer striking iron. With ghostly flames flickering in his eyes, the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils sneered, "I don't have that thing anymore, so I'm not a man! Hey, if you have the courage, why don't you fight those kids?"

He chuckled a few more times and explained to Yinxuege, "Don't think I'm a coward who's afraid to fight these brats! You must understand, the righteous cultivators of the Eastern cultivation world are best at rallying their friends and attacking in groups. If five brats dare to attack my chariot, they must have a large number of fellow disciples or a golden core elder with them!"

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils gritted his teeth and warned, "Remember, when fighting these righteous brats, if you can't kill them in one strike, you must escape as quickly as possible. Their elders are extremely protective, and they have too many blessed lands and too many ancestral treasures. Often, an unknown junior cultivator will have better treasures than I do."

"Even worse, those righteous sects' experts and elders, they claim to let their disciples travel and train, but in reality, a group of old thieves always follow behind! If the young thieves can't win, a group of young thieves will come! If a group of young thieves can't win, a group of old thieves will come! These are bloody lessons; you can't be a hero in front of these righteous sects!"

The words of the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils were filled with blood and tears, and Yinxuege and Wumu looked at each other, speechless.

After a long while, Yinxuege said coldly, "If my mother were here, she would never flee!"

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils laughed a few times, neither confirming nor denying. He was about to refute Yinxuege's words when the rapidly flying chariot suddenly trembled violently. Everyone looked out through the carriage and saw a hundred-meter-long green snake emerging from the waist of a snowy mountain, coiling tightly around the chariot like a rope.

The snake's body swung violently, and the wind and clouds surged in all directions, causing the earth's spiritual energy to become chaotic. Dozens of thin tornadoes wrapped around the chariot, pulling it down to the ground.

The spirit stones embedded in the Bone King's throne exploded with a series of "pop" sounds, and the chariot trembled before landing heavily on the ground.

"May the Buddha be merciful, Fellow Daoist Bone King, what brings you to Kunlun Mountain? Are you planning to commit more evil deeds?" A gentle and clear voice echoed, and a kind-faced old monk with long eyebrows and a tall, dignified figure walked over from a snowy mountain several miles away. With each step, the snow under his feet turned into a white lotus flower about a foot in diameter, and he left hundreds of lotus flowers fluttering in the wind behind him.

The green snake suddenly disappeared, transforming into a heavy iron staff that flew into the old monk's hand.

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils roared in anger, "I didn't check the almanac before leaving, how did I run into you, you old bald monk?"

The old monk's face turned cold, and he shouted sternly, "Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils, you are a great figure in the demonic path. Don't use foul language to insult others like those lowly demons! I am only here with a few juniors to find the Fire Snow Lotus for medicinal purposes, and I didn't expect to run into you!"

The ghostly flames in the Bone King's eyes intensified, and he looked at Yinxuege helplessly, whispering, "No choice, we have to fight this old bald monk! Hey, can you handle the other few brats?"

Yinxuege's eyes flashed with bloodlight, and his bat wings slowly unfurled. The Blood Spirit Sword in its sheath emitted a clear ringing sound. With a deep laugh, Yinxuege said slowly, "Young cultivators of the Eastern cultivation world? I've been looking forward to a proper fight with them.

"Um, not a sparring match, not a skill exchange, but a real life-and-death battle!"

Wumu's body trembled, and a set of specially forged magical armor for him by the Yin Clan silently equipped itself. He drew a two-meter-long saber from the sheath on his back and grinned silently, "Two of those brats are pretty girls! Lord Wumu likes young and beautiful girls. Can I gnaw on their bones?"

The Golden Corpse, Fire Corpse, and Earth Corpse silently jumped out from their hiding places in the chariot and slowly walked to Yinxuege's back. Their eyes, devoid of emotion, suddenly filled with a疯狂的怒火. The dull sounds of bone collisions echoed from their small, delicate bodies, and these killing machines, refined by the Corpse Demon Sect, were ready for battle.

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils' eyes flickered with evil light, and he glanced at the five sword lights rapidly approaching from a hundred miles away, whispering, "I almost forgot about these three Yaks! Prince Blood Song, cooperate with me to severely injure this old bald monk!"

He cackled and said, "This old bald monk is the head of the Bodhi Garden at the Golden Buddha Temple, Muyu, who is over three hundred years old and still a virgin. Hehe, his heart's blood will definitely boost your cultivation!"

Yinxuege's eyes flashed with bloodlight, and he bowed slightly to the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils before gently drawing the Blood Spirit Sword.

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils wasted no time, and the Bone King flying chariot opened its doors. His body suddenly scattered, and his bones transformed into countless black bone knives and swords that shot towards the old monk Muyu. Among the countless black bone weapons, a skull the size of a water vat spewed out thick black mist and emitted sharp ghostly howls.

A high and resonant wolf howl rose into the sky, and Wumu, leaving a trail of afterimages, rushed towards the old monk Muyu at lightning speed.

Wumu's charge was even faster than the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils. He held the heavy saber with both hands, swinging it in a wide arc without any reservation, aiming to cleave the old monk Muyu in half. The unique high-speed attacks and immense strength of werewolf warriors were displayed to the fullest. The hurricane created by Wumu's saber even lifted the thick snow within a hundred meters.

"Western wolf demon!" The old monk Muyu was startled and shouted, "A demon is still a demon, Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils, what do you intend by colluding with Western evil cultivators?" As he shouted, the old monk Muyu swung his staff, not dodging but meeting Wumu's heavy saber head-on.

The black staff emitted a dragon's roar as it collided heavily with Wumu's saber.

A loud boom echoed, and the heavy saber forged by the Yin Clan for Wumu shattered into pieces. Wumu staggered back, holding the broken hilt and spitting blood. Despite his quick retreat, the old monk Muyu's staff still grazed his waist, and Wumu let out a painful howl. The armor on his body emitted a few dim magical lights before shattering.

The black staff shattered Wumu's protective armor, tearing away a piece of silver skin about a foot in diameter and several pounds of hard muscle from his waist. A rib of Wumu was exposed, and a fountain of blood spurted from his waist.

"Damn it! This old bald monk's weapon is a hundred times better than Lord Wumu's saber!" Wumu screamed in pain, staggering back. In that single collision, he clearly felt that his absolute strength was at least ten times that of the old monk Muyu. If they fought fairly, he could have cut the old monk Muyu in half with one strike.

But that staff, that staff was too powerful.

When the heavy saber and the staff collided, Wumu heard countless monks chanting in his ears. The low chanting drained a large portion of his strength, making his body feel weak. Then a golden Buddha light exploded in front of his eyes, and Wumu felt as if he were on fire. The remaining half of his strength vanished, and he couldn't even hold his weapon.

A terrifying impact force erupted from the staff, shattering Wumu's saber. He saw a Buddha seal approaching, like a net enveloping him. His soul was suppressed by the Buddha seal, leaving him completely unable to resist.

So when the old monk Muyu's staff struck his waist, with Wumu's speed and combat skills, he could have easily dodged the attack. But his soul was overwhelmed by the Buddha's power, and he lost all awareness to dodge, resulting in the staff's severe injury.

"Great Heavenly Dragon, subdue demons and eliminate evil!" The old monk Muyu laughed as he struck Wumu, and a bright light shot out from behind his head. A faint golden light with a sandalwood scent quickly blocked the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils' tidal wave of attacks.

Countless bone knives and swords whistled and struck the faint golden light, shattering it into pieces.

Similarly, countless bone knives and swords were evaporated into black smoke by the golden light.

The skull of the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils screamed, and the soul-piercing ghostly sound created visible ripples in the air, transforming into countless distorted ghost faces that rushed towards the old monk Muyu.

The golden light firmly resisted the black ripples created by the soul-piercing ghostly sound. The old monk Muyu held his staff in front of his chest, chanting Buddhist scriptures, not daring to be distracted. Although Buddhism is the nemesis of all demons and heretics, the Eastern cultivation world also has the saying that "the higher the Dao, the higher the magic." The techniques of demons and heretics are also the nemesis of Buddhism!

Facing the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils, one of the three great figures in the Eastern cultivation world, the old monk Muyu did not dare to be the slightest bit careless. He did not hesitate to expend his essence to release the "Lesser Vajra Samadhi Buddha Light" he had cultivated for many years, gradually eroding the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils' magical power.

As long as the young cultivators he brought with him could arrive in time, with their family backgrounds and the various demon-subduing treasures they carried, they could make the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils pay a heavy price!

With a faint golden light in his eyes, the old monk Muyu's serious face showed a smile. Cultivating the next generation was something the old monk Muyu enjoyed the most. If those five young cultivators could severely injure or even eliminate the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils, he could already see a new batch of righteous pillars rising, and the future cultivation world would belong to these young people.

At that moment, the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils suddenly shouted, "The brat's treasure can't hurt this old bald monk, use the Seven Kill Plague Gourd!"

The old monk Muyu was taken aback, and Yinxuege already rushed out with an afterimage. The Seven Kill Plague Gourd, a treasure given by his grandmother, spewed out a dense yellow mist. The gourd's mouth flashed with yellow light, and seven strangely shaped, yellow-wooden long swords whistled out, trailing yellow smoke as they stabbed towards the old monk Muyu.

The old monk Muyu's attention was mostly on the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils, always on guard against his sudden attacks and the famous ghostly treasures of the Evil Bone Path. He never dreamed that the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils' chariot would hide Yinxuege!

Moreover, Yinxuege was using the Seven Kill Plague Gourd, a notorious treasure of the Plague Sect! This was one of the most powerful plague treasures of the Plague Sect. How could the old demoness grandmother bear to give such a vicious weapon to a boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old?

In the midst of the chaos, a golden bowl shot out from the old monk Muyu's sleeve, transforming into a golden light about ten feet in diameter to protect his body.

But Yinxuege waved his left hand, and three blood thunderbolts forged by Yin Tianjue whistled out, striking the golden light before the seven plague swords. A dull