The few masses of yellow light seemed to have a special restraining power against the ghost race.
Ma Peng, whose body had been modified by the Nine Nether Ancestor, existing between human and ghost, was immediately dealt a heavy blow.
He felt his body ignite, as if it were burning.
In fact, he was indeed on fire.
Green flames erupted all over him, scorching his body and internal organs, causing him unbearable pain.
The yellow talismans were specially made by Ji Mo to restrain ghosts and could burn them.
Ma Peng let out a scream, black smoke billowing from his nose and mouth, his flesh and blood mangled, his body's surface charred, emitting a burnt smell.
He had almost been destroyed by Ji Mo last time. This time, he had prepared, but still fell into the trap, making him filled with shame and indignation. Why didn't he use his brain and walk into a trap knowingly?
Meanwhile, Zhang Zheng was dumbfounded.
The master was terrifyingly powerful!
He hadn't sensed how the master made his move at all, and the terrifying ghost expert before him was reduced to this state.
At this moment, he also realized that Ma Peng was only at the Saint realm, and could not possibly be the Nine Nether Ancestor. He sighed with regret.
He had intended to catch a big fish but ended up with a small one.
It seemed the Nine Nether Ancestor must have known of the master's arrival and become extremely cautious, unwilling to fall for the trick.
"Ji Mo, you are so insidious, you've set a trap for me again."
Ma Peng was full of unwillingness, his lungs about to explode with anger.
He had almost lost half his life, his injuries too severe to dare linger. He decisively turned and fled for his life.
Zhang Zheng drew his saber and pursued, the master had heavily wounded this scoundrel, he couldn't let him escape.
"I seem to hear someone cursing me."
Ji Mo faintly heard the commotion and rushed over.
Then he saw a figure, mangled and covered in green flames, rushing towards him with bared teeth and claws.
"Holy cow, what is this thing, so terrifying."
Ji Mo was genuinely startled.
This reminded him of the Jiangshi that Zhang Zheng had mentioned, and he dared not move.
Ma Peng was even more terrified, his soul scattered. It was indeed Ji Mo, that despicable dog, who had schemed against him. Now that he had blocked his path, it was obvious he intended to kill him.
He glared at Ji Mo with wide eyes, wishing he could devour him alive. If the other party had relied on strength, he would have nothing to say, but to use such low-class tactics to ambush him made him very unwilling.
"Such terrifying and ferocious eyes, like wanting to eat people!"
Ji Mo quickly looked up, not daring to meet his gaze, thinking about how to deal with him.
And this expression, in Ma Peng's eyes, immediately changed.
This was clearly contempt, disdain, and a condescending attitude, looking down on people with his nostrils, it was simply too much!
"Ji Mo, you insidious villain, may you die a terrible death, the Ancestor will avenge me..."
Ma Peng roared, but before he could finish speaking, he was kicked down.
Zhang Zheng had arrived. Hearing this fellow actually insulting the master, he wouldn't allow him to continue. He immediately kicked him down and brought his saber down.
Ma Peng's head rolled far away, his eyes still wide with rage, meeting an unfulfilled end.
"I've slain a Saint!"
After killing Ma Peng, Zhang Zheng felt it was somewhat unreal. He actually had a day where he could personally kill a Saint-level expert.
Then he immediately regretted it.
Why did he kill him so quickly, he hadn't even interrogated him about the Nine Nether Ancestor's hiding place.
"Brother is mighty and domineering, finishing off this terrifying Jiangshi with one strike!"
Ji Mo walked over, sincerely praising.
He felt that if Zhang Zheng hadn't made a move, this terrifying Jiangshi might have eaten him.
"This is not a Jiangshi, the one covered in black fur..."
Zhang Zheng intended to explain to Ji Mo, but on second thought, explaining so much to a mortal was like playing a lute to a cow, utterly meaningless.
He frowned and asked, "Little brother, didn't I tell you to leave earlier? Why didn't you go and entered this Black Forest? No, the air here is poisonous, how can you be fine?"
"Perhaps my body is just strong."
Ji Mo scratched his head, not knowing the specific reason.
Anyway, he didn't feel uncomfortable entering the Black Forest, nor did he show any signs of poisoning.
Strong body?
Zhang Zheng's forehead was covered in black lines.
The gray mist pervading the Black Forest could corrode all living things. Hadn't he seen all the plants and trees here wither?
And the animals, they couldn't survive here either, all dead.
He relied on his Spiritual Emperor cultivation and had to swallow special antidote pills to be able to walk here.
You, a mortal, are unharmed here just because your body is strong? What kind of logic is this?
But Zhang Zheng really couldn't understand why Ji Mo was fine. He advised, "Leave quickly, it's too dangerous here."
Now that even a Ghost Saint realm expert had appeared, it was possible that the Nine Nether Ancestor was lurking nearby. Staying any longer would only lead to death.
"I'll leave right away."
Ji Mo felt embarrassed to say that he had come to watch the master fight the Ghost Emperor.
This place was truly too dangerous. If he encountered something as terrifying as a Jiangshi again, his life would truly be in danger.
"Brother, where is the master? I want to admire his demeanor, so I can brag to others when I return."
Ji Mo couldn't help himself and asked with a thick face.
He yearned for cultivation but unfortunately, it didn't come true. Now, he just wanted to catch a glimpse of the peerless master to satisfy his obsession.
"Little brother, I can understand your feelings. But the master is unwilling to see even me, so how could he see you? Leave quickly, if a battle breaks out later, I might not be able to look after you."
Zhang Zheng sighed. He hadn't even met the master himself, so you, a mortal, shouldn't join the fun.
Ji Mo, hearing that his wish to meet the master could not be fulfilled, left silently.
That's right, why would a peerless master meet a mortal like himself? He shouldn't have such foolish and wishful thoughts in the future.
Inside the ancient tomb.
The Nine Nether Ancestor sensed that the connection with Ma Peng had completely disappeared. His face was as dark as water.
"Ji Mo, I underestimated you. It seems you are quite hidden, perhaps also at the Emperor realm. But, so what? This is my territory. Since you dare to come, I will make sure you never return."
The Nine Nether Ancestor's voice was sinister, his cold gaze filled with killing intent.
Ma Peng's death made him incredibly angry. The "Seven Deadly Sins" body he had painstakingly cultivated was destroyed just like that, and countless efforts were in vain.
All these losses must be recovered from Ji Mo.
As long as he devoured Ji Mo, he could definitely make up for the losses.
"Gaga, let you experience the terror of purgatory."
The Nine Nether Ancestor let out a low roar, his body radiating dark light, and endless gray mist spewed out.
Instantly.
The sky above this area was devoid of sun and moon, completely shrouded in darkness.
At the same time, the Black Forest underwent earth-shattering changes.
The soil turned black, poisonous gas erupted from the ground intermittently, and the aura of death enveloped everything.
A cold wind howled, and ghosts wailed.
In the blink of an eye, the Black Forest turned into a living hell.
"It's over, it must be the Nine Nether Ancestor who made a move."
Zhang Zheng's expression changed drastically as he sensed the changes in the surrounding environment.
And a stream of poisonous gas erupted from the ground, engulfing him completely.
The crisis of death, once again descended!