Yinshan Record

Chapter 147 Nine Netherworld Burning God
After learning about the magical powers and treasures of the Red Horned Old Ghost from Taigong Chong, Su Che had already decided on his strategy.

Witchcraft is unpredictable and mysterious. I have little experience in fighting witchcraft, and if we really engage in a prolonged battle, I might suffer a loss.

When a lion hunts a rabbit, it must use its full strength.

Therefore, Su Che abandoned the Jidu Soul-Shattering Secret Arrow and deliberately used soft sword energy to fight the enemy first, so that the old red-horned ghost would have a fluke mentality and reveal a flaw when he was careless.

The gourd filled with countless poisonous insects was taken into the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden by Su Che. Under the suppression of layers of restrictive laws, it was completely isolated from the outside world, and absolutely no disturbance could be caused.

In order to trick the old ghost, Young Master Su even let out a few pitiful screams before using the Soul-Binding Rope and then transforming into a giant snake using the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Manual to swallow it whole.

The Xuan Snake was originally a manifestation of a secret talisman. Once the red horn entered the snake's belly, the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret talisman began to rotate on its own, and wisps of Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire spread across his body. The ghostly body, tempered and refined through countless trials, was transformed into pure Yin Qi under the scorching of this Yin Fire, which replenished Su Che's soul.

As time went on, Su Che felt his soul growing stronger and stronger, and he was able to use his supernatural powers and spells much more freely.

This Yin-Yang realm is indeed a goldmine. The Yin Heaven Secret Manual swallowed this old ghost, saving me months of hard work.

If a few more come, reaching the sixth rank of cultivation will be a natural progression.

Su Che looked around at the layers of ghostly mist beneath the surrounding banners and chuckled softly.

"Is that all the skill you've got? You dare to show off?"

Sikong Tu gripped the dragon-shaped jade horn tightly in his hand; things were getting out of control of this old ghost.

It's good to balance the accounts. It's okay to lose some face, but we must not lose both face and substance.

"Go and invite a few generals to come for a meeting."

He gave a single instruction to his subordinates.

Although the ghost soldiers in the Yin-Yang realm have not fought for a long time, they are stationed at the Eighteen Bends to monitor all the fierce ghosts and monsters day and night. Overall, the situation is still relaxed on the outside but tense on the inside.

Once a military order is given, the entire army moves as if it were its own arm.

Sikong Tu waited for a short while before four ghost cultivators came to his car.

These four ghost generals had different appearances and did not look like good people.

They were the leaders of the four ghost soldiers who came to besiege them. Now that Red Horn is dead, his deputy has taken his place.

"This humble servant pays respects to the Commander-in-Chief."

The four ghost generals bowed in turn.

Sikong Tu, however, frowned and looked ahead.

"What do you think?"

"General Redhorn made a mistake due to carelessness. Please allow me to fight in the next battle, Commander..."

The first to speak was Red Horn's deputy general. This ghost was wearing a dazzling golden armor, with eyes on his forehead and cheeks, and he was looking around with a vicious gaze.

"Humph."

One of the other three leaders, a tall, monstrous figure, let out a cold laugh.

"Even the top star has fallen, and you think you can take it? You're just asking for another dish."

Sikong Tu closed his eyes and meditated, without uttering a word.

"marshal."

One of the ghost generals, with a scholarly air about him, spoke slowly.

"Although Chaotic Ghost is boasting, he does have a point: Red Horn underestimated this person, relying on his family's sorcery and spiritual powers, and ended up losing his life. I think that person, though skilled, hasn't yet mastered the Rejuvenation Pill, and his cultivation is probably only between the sixth and seventh rank..."

"It's not that I can't do it myself."

A cold glint flashed in Sikong Tu's eyes.

The scholar hurriedly replied, "I dare not. Although his skills are superb, his cultivation level is still a barrier. I humbly request to set up a formation for the Marshal to defeat him with a dignified array."

The scholar cursed under his breath, thinking that these old devils were unwilling to take action unless someone discovered the true extent of their abilities, and they would always use others as scapegoats.

Among the eighteen ghost soldiers, who doesn't know that Lady Boiling Bone is Sikong Tu's lover?
Now, in order to avenge this female ghost, a ghost general leading troops has been sacrificed. If word gets out, won't the other families laugh their heads off?

Despite his anger, the Ghost Scholar still had to bring this matter to a close.

"Your mighty formation?"

"I would like to ask Luanmu to lead the vanguard, and Generals Niu and Feng to provide support. We should also make good use of the 'Eight Hundred Bodhidharma'," said the Ghost Scholar. "Our children have been out of battle for a long time, so this is a good opportunity for them to practice."

"This big headscarf is quite clever."

"Marshal, that's what I meant too."

Sikong Tu glanced at them; the Chaotic-Eyed Ghost was still fuming, while the leaders of the other three places had reached a consensus.

This guy was too hasty, always wanting to stand out, and this time he got screwed over by these old devils.

Sikong Tu knew perfectly well what kind of people his subordinates were.

Ghosts are born lacking that innate true yang in their spirit, and their personalities are often extreme and prone to going to extremes.

Sikong Tu asked himself if he hadn't refined the Elixir of Rejuvenation and regained the lost bit of true yang, he wouldn't be much different from these subordinates.

"You are a prudent person, let's do it this way."

He was expending his energy refining a newly acquired treasure, and he knew that once it was completed, the Yin-Yang Realm would change drastically, so he was unwilling to use his magic power.

The ghostly scholar smiled.

"Then please have Brother Luanmu lead your troops as the vanguard and make sure to keep that man occupied."

Luanmu Gui naturally understood that he had been tricked by this pale-faced scholar, but he couldn't show it in front of Sikong Tu, so he could only silently agree.

Niu and Feng exchanged a glance and sneered inwardly.

With the plan finalized, a group of ghosts naturally materialized from within the layers of ghostly mist.

These eighteen ghost soldiers in the Yin-Yang realm are mainly composed of military spirits and war ghosts collected by the Yin-Yang Dharma King, mixed with some violent evil ghosts. Once they are arrayed, they naturally possess the power of layers of weapons.

The scholar-ghost general sat upright under the banner, holding a small flag in his hand, on which was painted the shapes of the Five Sacred Mountains.

He stared at Su Che in the distance, waving the small flag in his hand.

This caused a huge stir.

The banners were solemnly displayed, and the shouts and battle cries reverberated, causing the sword energy within Su Che's dantian to ripple and vie for dominance.

Amidst the ghostly mist, gusts of eerie wind rose, and a troop of ghostly soldiers whipped up a whirlwind as they charged straight at Su Che.

Within the whirlwind, countless ferocious demons clad in armor and wielding weapons surged towards Su Che like a turbid wave.

"Well done!"

The evil spirits came in a fierce wave, and Su San also felt murderous intent.

With his left hand raised the Soul-Binding Rope, the black rope surged like thunder, sweeping away the horde of ghosts. The golden bells on his head resounded with soul-stirring sounds. Su Che made a hand seal with his right hand, while chanting incantations.

An invisible blade slashed out horizontally, swirling wildly around Su Che, cutting down all the evil spirits that crashed into it.

Amidst the eerie wind, Su Che stood as firm as a rock, wiping out all the ghosts that charged at him.

Amidst the eerie wind, the Disorderly-Eyed Ghost, wielding a mourning staff, stealthily concealed itself among the ghosts, using the wind stirred up by the horde of spirits.

He witnessed Su Che's unrestrained slaughter, but made no move, simply letting his subordinates be indiscriminately killed by Su Che.

These ghost soldiers were at most around the ninth rank, and most of them were even insignificant. When they encountered Su Che, who cultivated the Taiyin Dharma, they met their match and had almost no power to fight back.

Their yin energy was not pure, and it did not benefit Su Che at all; it only made the ghostly wails louder.

"Sikong Tu! Is this your method?"

Su Che was caught up in the killing frenzy when the Chaotic Eye Ghost finally seized an opportunity. He leaped out from the group of ghosts, his body splitting into five, and the five mourning clubs swung down with tremendous force.

"You little thief, you deserve to die!"

"You're the one waiting."

Su Che opened up the Nine Bends of Yin Spring, and with his magical power flowing in and out, he flicked the Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire with his fingertips.

The dark purple flames, as small as beans, exploded into a fireball upon landing on the Chaotic-Eyed Demon.

The Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire is originally a divine power in the "Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Manual" that points directly to the Great Dao. It is a power that generates Yang from Yin, and it is specifically used to destroy the foundation of ghost cultivators. It can be said to be a great nemesis of all Yin things in the world.

Even if Hongjiao were burned by the Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire, he would be completely destroyed. Chaotic Eye Ghost was just Hongjiao's deputy, so how could he withstand it?
With a scream, years of cultivation vanished into nothingness.

(End of this chapter)