Chapter 1434 - 1336: Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter

After Ling left.

The surroundings turned deathly silent.

Yang Tian floated in mid-air, staring at the place where Ling disappeared, unable to calm the turbulence within him for a long time.

"This is what a true strong warrior is!"

Yang Tian clenched his fist.

"Yang Tian, let's leave. Find a place to hide in the Seven Realms..."

Wu Jie approached Yang Tian, his face pale, and said.

Yang Tian looked at Wu Jie, seeing his pale face. Wu Jie had been killed by Ling; his physical body was condensed by Ling using powerful Water Breath.

"Wu Jie, don't worry, I will surely help you!"

Yang Tian said earnestly.

"It's useless..." Wu Jie's face was pale, he shook his head: "Even my master cannot resist such a powerful Intention, the Outer World's warriors exist beyond the Seven Realms, all strong warriors are combined into an Imprisonment."

"Even powerful Outer World warriors cannot resist this Imprisonment, let alone martial artists within the Seven Realms."

"You making a bet with my master is undoubtedly seeking your own death!"

Yang Tian clenched his fist.

Although Wu Jie's words were sharp, frankly speaking, Wu Jie was not wrong.

Even a strong warrior like Ling cannot remove the Imprisonment on Wu Jie, let alone Yang Tian.

But escaping is not Yang Tian's principle.

Wu Jie had helped him so much, he must help Wu Jie break free from the Imprisonment.

"Yang Tian, the Seven Realms are vast. If we escape, won't Ling find us?" Yang Tian shook his head: "Your time is running out. Even if we truly escape to the ends of the earth, I'm afraid you won't live long!"

"Perhaps being with you for the last moments is my greatest happiness..."

Wu Jie suddenly said.

"Hmph!" He Qing approached Yang Tian and said coldly: "Wu Jie's life and death are in your hands, do not even think about escaping. In half a month, all her cultivation will be taken back from you!"

"Shut up, He Qing!"

Wu Jie said coldly.

"Wu Jie, take care of yourself."

He Qing said, and disappeared into the void.

"Yang Tian, let's first take Wu Jie back to the Central Hall..."

The Demon Emperor said.

"Hmm."

Yang Tian took Wu Jie back to the Central Hall, without mentioning anything about the ends of the earth, and Wu Jie did not speak on it again.

Everything seemed to quiet down.

Yet Yang Tian knew the storm was about to come.

In the Central Hall he set up a powerful array, Wu Jie passed on powerful cultivation to him, he used the Hongmeng Cultivation Technique to empower the array.

Meanwhile, he obtained a drop of fresh blood from Wu Jie.

Foom!

The blood dripped onto the array, it immediately set ablaze.

This drop of blood had a trace of Spiritual Breath from the Imprisonment.

It should attract more powerful Outer World warriors.

That was exactly what Yang Tian needed.

Only by the next day, powerful ghost ships had already arrived above the Central Hall.

"Such strong Ghost Breath!"

The Demon Emperor furrowed his brows, using his Spiritual Sense to probe the ghost ships, soon sensing the presence of the Ghost King, he flashed into the Central Hall, told Yang Tian: "Yang Tian, the Ghost King has come with an army for a stealth attack."

"The Ghost King?"

Yang Tian furrowed his brows.

He was waiting for Outer World warriors, but instead, the Ghost King came.

"It's alright they're here." A hint of killing intent flashed in Yang Tian's eyes, he summoned Bai and the other two: "Go and extinguish them!"

"Yes!"

Bai, Hei, and Xiaoyan nodded, flying into the sky, transforming into Divine Dragons.

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

The three Divine Dragons roared, entered the ghost ships, and began a slaughter.

"Who dares to cause trouble on my territory!"

A fierce shout rang out, then a massive Ghost King emerged.

It roared, a thousand ghost souls flew out, crackling towards Bai and the others.

From a distance.

A man floated there, closely watching the battle below.

The three Divine Dragons were extremely powerful, entered the ghost group, slaughtering them.

Even the Ghost King was not their match.

"Is chaos about to erupt in the Seven Realms?"

The man said tightly.

"Ghost God, do you want to seize the Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter?"

A tempting voice rang out, then a woman arrived behind the man, none other than Feng.

And the man was indeed the Ghost God.

The founder of the Ghost Realm.

"Do you have a method to seize the Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter?"

The Ghost God asked tightly.

The Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter was in Yang Tian's hands, if he obtained it, the Ghost God could use it to protect the entire Ghost Realm.

This was his duty.

"Of course, I have a method to help you seize the Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter!" Feng struggled with her hand, revealing a Spirit Talisman: "But I need your blood."

The Ghost God frowned but still cut his finger, staining the Spirit Talisman with a line of blood.

Foom!

The Spirit Talisman immediately ignited.

Whoosh!

The Spirit Talisman flew into the air, creating a powerful Ghost Array.

The Ghost Array continuously absorbed the surrounding slain ghosts, growing ever stronger.

"Feng, what are you doing?!"

The Ghost God suddenly realized something.

"Hmph!"

Feng sneered coldly, her figure flashed, vanishing without a trace.

"Damn it!"

The Ghost God knew he had been deceived by Feng, he instinctively flew towards the Central Hall to warn Yang Tian, but Feng had already arrived at the Central Hall.

"Feng, what are you doing here?"

Wu Jie sensed Feng's presence, said coldly.

"What am I doing here?" Feng's figure flashed, arriving in front of Yang Tian, pressing a hand against his chest.

"Feng!"

Yang Tian's eyes were filled with killing intent.

He punched towards Feng.

But Feng's figure shattered and vanished into the air, while the Seven Spirit Tower from Yang Tian's Weed Ring had already flown out, heading towards the Ghost Array in the sky.

"Yang Tian, soon you'll be crying!"

Feng's voice echoed in the hall.

Yang Tian furrowed his brows: what is Feng up to?

"Yang Tian, it's bad!" The Ghost God appeared with a whoosh in front of Yang Tian: "I was fooled by Feng. She used my Spiritual Breath to bloodify the Seven Spirit Tower, the Seven Spirit Tower absorbing the ghosts in the Ghost Realm will become a deadly weapon full of ferocity, you and I might die here!"

"Really?"

Yang Tian's eyes were filled with killing intent.

Feng indeed was treacherous.

She dared not confront Yang Tian directly but concocted these deceitful schemes.

If the deadly weapon is truly refined, it will not be under Yang Tian's control.

At that time, all beings in the Ghost Realm will be purified by blood.

This is not what Yang Tian wants to see!

Yang Tian's eyes were full of killing intent, his figure flashed, arriving at the mid-air Ghost Array, he pressed his hand against it, absorbing Ghost Breath from the array.

He clasped his hand, already holding the Seven Spirit Tower inside.

But his hand hurt, a line of blood flowed out, falling onto the Seven Spirit Tower.

"Yang Tian, you've been fooled!"

Feng's cold voice echoed.

Yang Tian looked at the Seven Spirit Tower, but found it absorbing his blood, then with a bang, exploded, purging the countless ghosts in the entire void clean.

"The true deadly weapon is about to be refined!"

Feng said coldly...