Chapter 340 - 340 Phoenix Forbidden Ghost Lane (4)

340 Phoenix Forbidden Ghost Lane (4)

However, the shopkeeper still shook his head. He seemed to know that Xu Qing had taken out everything; his face changed many times and finally turned blank. After he became a faceless man, he pointed at Xu Qing’s face.

Xu Qing fell silent.

He calculated the time. Dawn was very close. He recalled that on his way here, there was only this shop selling these candles.

He took a step forward. The life fires in his body flickered and the life lantern shone brightly, as though a world was rising and burning inside.

A terrifying aura erupted from his body, forming a heat wave that combined with the Golden Crow’s majestic blood and qi spread in all directions.

The shopkeeper was no longer faceless but rapidly transformed into an old man. His expression changed drastically. Seeing that Xu Qing was about to attack, he flicked his sleeve without hesitation. Immediately, seven candles flew over from behind him and floated in front of Xu Qing.

After that, he took a few steps back and revealed a fawning expression.

Xu Qing frowned. He kept the candles and took the six small bottles away as well before turning to leave.

He was on guard all the way and paid attention to the changes in the sky.

According to the information he had obtained, once one entered the Ghost Lane, they wouldn’t be able to leave in advance. They had to wait for dawn to blow the ghost flute before they could leave.

Right now, dawn wasn’t far away. Xu Qing walked on the streets and waited silently.

Not long later, when the sky was faintly bright, Xu Qing immediately discovered that all the ghosts in the surroundings and this city were rapidly turning transparent, as though they were about to disappear.

However, at this moment, in the air in the center of the Ghost City, the eyes of the huge monk’s head that was tied up by chains formed by countless arms slowly opened.

Its eyes were as red as purgatory. Countless malicious ghosts struggled inside and let out soundless screams with painful expressions.

It gave off an incomparably chaotic feeling, causing the expression of the monk’s head to be a little dazed.

At that moment, the head stopped moving. Its chaotic gaze, as usual, swept across the entire Ghost City before dawn.

In this Ghost City, there were more than ten figures in different locations that weren’t turning transparent. They were all cultivators who had come to trade and were waiting for dawn.

The monk’s eyes swept past these people one by one. When its gaze landed on Xu Qing, it suddenly trembled and its nose twitched. After taking a sniff, its eyes lit up.

Xu Qing also sensed it and his expression changed. At the same time, a voice as vast as loud and majestic as thunder rang out from the monk’s head.

“Golden Crow! The Golden Crow refined my race!! The Golden Crow must die!!!”

The moment this sound appeared, dawn broke and the entire Ghost City instantly fell silent.

This was also the only sound Xu Qing heard that night.

This sound contained unfathomable power. After it entered Xu Qing’s ears, his entire body trembled and his soul turned unstable, as though it was about to collapse. Fortunately, the black umbrella life lantern protected his soul, allowing Xu Qing to recover.

He immediately took out the ghost flute and blew on it.

An ear-piercing sound spread in all directions. As it echoed, everything in Xu Qing’s surroundings rapidly disappeared.

In just the span of a breath, Xu Qing’s figure appeared in the jungle, where he had set up the three trees earlier.

As for the Ghost City… there was no sign of it.

In the distance, the red glow of fire appeared on the horizon. The sun was lifting its head and light spread everywhere.

At the same time, in this forbidden region, very far away from where Xu Qing was, there was also a city there.

However, this city was completely different from the Ghost City. It was a corporeal existence and had turned into ruins countless years ago.

Under the cover of the night, one could vaguely see broken walls and dust.

In the east of the ruined city, with the arrival of the sunlight, the night was like a curtain that was directly lifted by the mighty force of the sky, revealing a temple hidden in the darkness.

Outside the temple, dozens of cultivators were sitting cross-legged and meditating. Their clothes were all different and they were all deeply vigilant against each other. Clearly, they came from different places.

Now that dawn had arrived, they looked at the temple with gazes filled with wariness and reverence.

In the temple, there was a saber-wielding statue.

Under the statue, there was only one person meditating in the entire temple.

This person wore a golden robe and a jade crown. His appearance was abnormally handsome but his expression was extremely cold. The canopy on his head was extraordinary and his entire body emitted a shocking aura.

He was Saintly Star!