Immortal Creation.

Chapter 641 Lord of the Forgotten River vs. the Silent Ghost Monk
Iron Bones flew backwards.

He landed on the city wall, his tiger's mouth was already split open, and blood stained the fan handle. At the same time, he felt a tearing pain in both arms, and his blood and qi were still boiling inside his body, which was difficult to calm down.

Tie Guzheng had no time to calm his blood and qi; instead, he suddenly turned his head to focus on the battle behind the city gate.

He repelled the giant skeletal crocodile, thus resolving a crisis for the White Paper Immortal City.

However, the previous crisis has not yet been resolved: the Mourning Musicians who broke into the city, and the Golden Core Ghost Generals with the support of six military forces.

Even if Tie Guzheng desperately wanted to return to the city, it would take time to turn around and rush back.

"No matter who it is, hang in there!"

"We must buy crucial time for the reinforcements!!"

"I'll come right away!"

With unwavering resolve and eyes blazing with fury, he roared in his heart.

Wen Ruanyu and Zhou Wenyan fought side by side and communicated with each other through their spiritual senses, reaching a consensus: "Hold them off with all our might and buy them time. Reinforcements will surely arrive soon!"

A soft, warm jade scroll unfolded. The scroll revealed his self-portrait.

His portrait clone stepped out of the painting and stood solemnly at the forefront.

Zhou Wenyan then took out a book with the words "Spring and Autumn Annals" printed on its cover. The book emitted a yellow-green glow, which spread around it, creating a favorable battlefield environment.

Six Golden Core Ghost Generals, riding skeletal dead horses, surrounded Wen Zhou and his companion with an extremely cold and lifeless oppressive aura.

Without a second thought, the venomous ghost general took out the Hundred Ghost Poison Pouch from his waist and threw it out.

The poison sac is merely a tool for casting spells.

Ghostly Arts - Insidious Ghost Domain!
Wow.

The viscous, dark green venom sprayed everywhere, emitting a foul stench, before quickly evaporating and filling you with a pervasive sense of yin energy.

The yin energy was mixed with a deadly poison, causing the air to hiss and crackle.

Zhou Wenyan's illustrious career was immediately suppressed.

Wen Ruanyu held a brush and used Confucian techniques to write a large character for "rites," which was then held aloft in mid-air on the battlefield.

The character "礼" (Li, meaning propriety) emitted golden light, dissolving the poison, but it quickly dimmed. First, the edges of the character turned into wisps of black smoke, then the character itself rapidly dissipated, eventually vanishing into nothingness.

Wen Ruanyu's body trembled as her spell was broken, causing a backlash on her hand. Her dantian churned and needed to calm down.

But the next moment, a sharp, mournful cry rang out.

The wailing was extremely piercing, capable of tearing the soul apart.

Even though Wen and Zhou had already activated protective measures, they still felt pain in their souls.

The two used their divine senses to form a battlefield and discovered that the Mourning Ghost was frantically shaking a bone flute. With his violent movements, the sound of wind poured into the large and small holes of the bone flute, producing a natural sonic attack.

"Suppress!" Zhou Wenyan shouted like thunder, his words forming a large character for "suppress".

The character "镇" (zhen) hovered above the battlefield, resisting the sonic attack. It shook violently and held on for three breaths before showing signs of collapse.

Although Wen Ruanyu and Zhou Wenyan are both very strong and are true disciples of the Golden Core stage in their respective sects, it would be very difficult for them to fight against these six ghost generals!
This is because these six ghost generals have all been empowered by military forces, and their combat strength is approaching the Nascent Soul level.

A venomous glint flashed in the eyes of the scarlet ghost general. He stretched out his ten fingers, like butterflies flitting among flowers, and shot out streaks of red from his fingertips, which entangled the Spring and Autumn Annals floating in mid-air.

Her ten fingers suddenly clasped together and curled inward, the red thread tightening as if it were a steel wire.

The Spring and Autumn Annals, unable to bear the weight, was twisted and contorted, making a sound as the paper deformed violently, and its yellow-green luster dimmed.

At the same time, Zhou Wenyan's "zhen" character also collapsed.

This caused Wenzhou's defense to plummet, exposing a huge weakness.

"Die!" The long-axe ghost general was already poised to strike. He immediately seized upon the victory achieved by his comrades, his burly body unleashing astonishing power as he leaped directly from his ghost rider into the air.

He raised his long axe high, unleashed his ghostly magic, and his entire body burst into eerie blue flames as he slashed at Zhou Wenyan.

After all, Wen Ruanyu possessed a self-portrait clone, making it difficult for the Long Axe Ghost General to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Zhou Wenyan was the first to be affected!
He looked up at the sky and saw the long axe coming down on him, the air crackling with a piercing sound, as if it could shatter mountains and rivers and destroy everything.

The long-axe demon general's charged attack was incredibly fast, ruthless, and precise.

Zhou Wenyan's pupils contracted sharply, and the hairs on his body stood on end as he sensed the intense shadow of death.

In the blink of an eye, he only had time to throw out another book.

Before it could fully unleash its power, the book was cleaved in two by a long axe on its way.

The long axe, wreathed in eerie blue flames, surged with power and was about to strike Zhou Wenyan's forehead.

At the critical moment, Wen Ruanyu suddenly bit her tongue, spitting out her life essence blood, and frantically channeled her golden core power into the magic brush in her hand.

He threw the pen directly at the ground.

Confucianism – Abandoning the pen for the sword!
The brush shone with a crimson-gold light, causing the six ghost generals to squint.

boom!
The writing brush and the long axe collided, producing a loud bang.

The crimson gold radiance and the ghostly blue flames clashed and mixed together, spreading outwards.

Zhou Wenyan, Wen Ruanyu, and several ghost generals were sent flying backward, each suffering serious injuries.

The Ghostly General used his ghostly magic to transform into a shadow, clinging to the ground as he chased after Wen and Zhou.

Wen Ruanyu's natal magic weapon was destroyed, and she immediately fainted.

Zhou Wenyan, however, retained a sliver of clarity and sensed the deadly danger. He shouted sternly, "Let spring and autumn be our sacrifice! Let literature and righteousness be our martyrs!"

The next moment, the Spring and Autumn Annals books floating on the battlefield spontaneously combusted, igniting pure, blazing white holy flames.

The holy flame immediately expanded, transforming into a beam of incandescent light that enveloped Wen Zhou and the others.

The Ghostly General let out a muffled groan, unable to withstand such a blazing light, and retreated in defeat.

The beam of light was quite powerful, but it lasted for a very short time and quickly dissipated completely.

Six ghost generals surrounded them, while Wen and Zhou were both exhausted and their consciousness was blurred.

On the distant city wall, Tie Guzheng saw this scene and his eyes widened in fury.

He quickly activated the Commander's Seal in his arms, attempting to activate the Immortal City's magic array to protect Wen Zhou and the others.

But at that moment, the neglected Mourning Spirit took out a white candle.

Return to the winding path candle!
This is a square candle, resembling a miniature coffin, about nine inches long, with the lid fitting perfectly to the body. All four surfaces of the candle are engraved with a scene of a hundred ghosts carrying a coffin—countless twisted, wailing ghostly figures carrying the coffin on their shoulders, staggering towards nothingness.

The candle wick was made of a yellowish-brown shroud, wrapped in a spiral with a woman's black hair.

This is a magic weapon at the Nascent Soul level, and it can only be used once!
"The lost treasure has indeed been taken by the enemy!" Tie Guzheng was shocked to notice Sang Le Youling's actions. He knew the latter possessed this trump card, but he never expected her to use it against the White Paper Immortal City at this moment.

At this point, Tie Guzheng had no choice but to abandon Wen Zhou and the others and focus all his efforts on deploying the defensive forces of Baizhi Immortal City to suppress Sang Le Youling.

The mournful spirit felt an immense pressure, and every movement became slow.

The mourner's expression remained numb and unchanged. He mustered his magical power and managed to blow a few notes.

The next moment, the candle on the winding path to silence was lit.

The snow-white flames flickered continuously, producing countless fine, dark blue runes within their core.

A scent of incense mixed with the smell of decay quickly spread.

Azure talismans drifted amidst the fragrance, dispersing into the surrounding space and forming a blanket of white frost. Within the frost, a dark, winding path materialized. On either side of the path, countless ghostly figures layered upon each other, as if carrying a coffin.

"Damn it!" Seeing this, Tie Guzheng was furious.

Anyone else could have been suppressed by Tie Guzheng. But Sang Le Youling was different; she also knew the details of the magic array in Baizhi Immortal City.

However, Tie Guzheng's suppression was not ineffective. Originally there were seven winding paths, but now only one has been suppressed.

But even a winding path can have a huge impact on the battle!
Luo Si's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately made arrangements, using military force to extend a winding path and place it directly into his own army formation.

A giant skeleton strode forward and stepped directly into the winding path.

The next moment, it took a step and arrived inside the White Paper Immortal City!
If the city gates were not open, such teleportation would be impossible. But now that the city gates are wide open and cannot be closed immediately, and with the use of the precious artifact, the Candle of the Returning to Silence, by the Mourning Spirit, teleportation has become possible.

The massive, skeletal giant, originally a powerful siege weapon, has now bypassed the biggest obstacle—the city walls—and entered the city.

Bang bang bang.

The giant roared and smashed everything in sight, causing massive damage to many buildings in the city and resulting in numerous casualties.

Countless city dwellers ran around in panic.

At this moment, Yang Sanyan, the Golden Core True Disciple of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, and Bone Tomb Daoist, the Golden Core True Disciple of the Soul Devouring Sect, arrived.

Both of them only glanced at the Bone Giant before immediately giving up the fight.

"Save them first!" The two communicated telepathically and reached an agreement in an instant.

They acted in quick succession, rescuing Wen Ruanyu and Zhou Wenyan at the last minute.

The combined attack of the six ghost generals was not without its rewards—Wen Ruanyu's self-portrait clone was chopped into pieces by the six of them.

The soft jade body suffered a backlash, bleeding from its mouth and nose, and fell into a deeper state of coma.

Yang Sanyan opened his eyes wide and stared at the mournful and gloomy woman.

Superior talent—arrogant and disdainful of everyone!
The gloomy ghost remained numb, standing motionless in place, like a zombie.

But in the critical moment, the silent path candle burning in her hand was activated, its flames intensified, becoming several times brighter and burning much faster than before.

White frost filled the air, and a black, winding path reappeared, blocking Yang Sanyan's view.

More accurately, it redirected Yang Sanyan's gaze elsewhere.

Two of the six ghost generals went to find Yang Sanyan and the Bone Tomb Taoist, respectively.

The remaining four bypassed them and all charged towards the rear.

The cultivators who blocked their way were torn to pieces and became sacrifices in this blood sacrifice.

The four ghost generals' attack intentions were also revealed—their attack routes all converged in front of them—the giant paper statue!
Hades.

The blood-red light on the sacrificial altar intensified even further.

Lord Wangchuan couldn't help but show a look of joy. He stared at the Silent Ghost Monk and said, "Wuyin, did you see that? The blood sacrifice went very smoothly. I am sure to win. All your efforts will be in vain!"

The Silent Ghost Monk was dressed in a yellow robe, his face like a dried orange peel, lifeless, his lips tightly closed into a gray line, as if they hadn't opened for millennia. Only his eyes were cloudy, wooden, and empty, reflecting nothing, like two dry wells leading to absolute nothingness.

He raised his right hand, a withered index finger with gray nails, pointing it at the Lord of the River of Oblivion.

Silently.

However, the space within a hundred feet radius of the ghost monk's fingertip suddenly collapsed inward!
The moment he made his move, the Silent Ghost Monk used his trump card.

He majored in the "Jishi Chan Sutra", and this move is one of the terrifying killing moves in the "Jishi Chan Sutra" - the Return to Nothingness Finger!

The collapsed space was left with only darkness; everything had been erased.

Darkness spread rapidly, targeting not only the Lord of the River of Oblivion, but also the altar itself.

The Lord of the River of Oblivion's robes fluttered wildly without wind. He raised his arms high and shouted, "Draw upon the River of Oblivion, let ten thousand souls flow!"

A vast and boundless magical power surged forth, converging into the waters of the River of Oblivion drawn up by the Lord of Oblivion.

The phantoms of countless dead souls shrieked mournfully in the river, eventually merging into a thick, oily, grayish-white torrent churning with countless tormented ghosts.

The turbid current flows upwards, surging against the sky!

The turbid torrent crashed violently into the black sphere of Guixu.

chi chi chi...

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the corrosive sound of two extreme forces annihilating and eroding each other, which made one's teeth ache and heart tremble.

The dark yellow, turbid stream was constantly being reduced to nothingness by the power of the Void, but the River of Oblivion flowed endlessly, and the power of the dead souls was inexhaustible.

Although the black sphere of Guixu continued to stubbornly rotate and devour, its expansion momentum was firmly resisted by the vast power of the Yellow Springs, and the two formed a breathtaking stalemate in the air!

The silent ghost monk's empty eyes moved with an extremely subtle movement.

Even this tiny movement was noticed by the Lord of the River of Oblivion, who immediately cried out in alarm, "This is bad!"

This place is not on the River of Oblivion. His ability to draw water from the River of Oblivion out of thin air is all thanks to the great formation here.

He wasn't the only one in charge of this formation; there were also five Nascent Soul cultivators under his command outside the rotating Yin Wind, as well as 30,000 Imperial Guards.

The Silent Ghost Monk was incredibly powerful and was considered a formidable enemy by the Lord of the River of Oblivion. He immediately grasped the key to the matter after just one attack.

He withdrew his index finger, letting the black sphere of Guixu be consumed by the myriad souls flowing from the Lord of Wangchuan.

He clasped his hands together, then very slowly separated them by a thin line.

Under the imprint of the mind, another move is made, called the Zen Sound of Nirvana!

The sound of Zen is silent and formless, impossible to capture or stop, like ripples spreading across the surface of water, silently carried away by the cold wind.

Lord Wangchuan hesitated for a moment.

He can save his subordinates, but once he intervenes, he will inevitably find himself in a passive position.

If he doesn't come to the rescue, his men will suffer heavy losses, but this will give him the opportunity to attack the Silent Ghost Monk.

This is a very rare opportunity.

When experts compete, they often have to seize the initiative.

Often, seizing this opportunity first gives you an advantage, which you can then quickly expand and turn into momentum.

It's not just about the best fighters competing; when the war reaches its most intense stage, it's also about seizing the last line of fire!
The opening of the city gates by the mournful musicians is the front line of battle.

Iron Bone Zheng fought with all his might to repel the giant skeletal crocodile, also striving for this narrow victory.

Now, the four ghost generals are charging towards the paper giant statue, which is also the front line of the battle.

"Not good! The paper doll statue hasn't been activated yet, and Wen Ruanyu has already fainted; she's at her weakest point."

"If the enemy takes advantage of this, we will lose a major Nascent Soul level combatant!" Tie Guzheng was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

The ghost generals laughed loudly and drew ever closer.

Among them, the long-axe demon general leaped out again, his whole body engulfed in ghostly blue flames, about to cleave the giant's lower leg.

boom!
The paper giant suddenly kicked out, sending the long-axe ghost general flying.

"Uh!!" The remaining three ghost generals were greatly surprised.

Inside the giant paper statue, Ning Zhuo, who had arrived just in time, had a burning fighting spirit in his eyes. He sneered, "Don't even think about touching my mother's things!"

(End of this chapter)