Mysterious mirror hanging high

The commotion grew louder and louder. Sun Pan saw countless ghost generals and soldiers surging in from all directions. The highest cultivation level among them was only at the late Mahayana stage, and there were even more at the Cave Heaven Realm and Divine Transformation Realm. He even saw some minor ghosts at the Nascent Soul and Golden Core Realms among them.

He grabbed one of the ghost soldiers and demanded:

"Why is it just you bunch of ghosts? Every palace in the underworld should have at least a ghost general at the level of a ghost immortal in charge of it, not to mention that these thousands of palaces are not too far apart. With such a commotion, not a single ghost immortal has come?"

"And what about the Grand Judges at the Golden Immortal level? It's one thing that the Ten Kings of Hell don't concern themselves with such matters, but these Grand Judges don't care either? How long has it been since a reckless fool dared to trespass into the Underworld! Even if it's just a Mahayana cultivator, this is a tremendous disgrace!"

The ghost soldier stammered, "Reporting to my lord... have you forgotten? Today is our Ghost Festival, which only comes once every ten thousand years in the Nine Netherworlds. All beings above the Ghost Immortal realm in the Underworld have gone on a tour of the Immortal Realm with the ten kings. The highest level of cultivation in our Underworld today is the Mahayana Realm."

"【Ghost Festival】?"

Sun Pan felt dizzy: "What a coincidence? Wait a minute..."

"No! The Ghost Festival is a big deal, but with such a commotion in the Underworld, it's impossible that the kings and judges who are touring the Celestial Realm wouldn't know about it! Besides, those important figures are all people with extraordinary cultivation; would it take them the time it takes to return to the Netherworld?"

"How could a lowly ghost soldier like me possibly guess what the adults are thinking?"

The ghost soldier shrank back: "What is this person's background? Tsk tsk... She has already killed several ghost generals... My lord, with our meager cultivation, we should not go near her. We should just cheer from afar."

At the same time, Lu Yingzhao's surroundings were completely covered by endless, sky-covering ghostly shadows!

Countless ghost soldiers, clad in standard ghost armor and wielding various sinister weapons, surged in from all directions.

Above these ghost soldiers, figures whose auras far surpassed those of ordinary ghost soldiers, clad in general's armor and exuding murderous intent, rose from all parts of the underworld. A cursory glance revealed no fewer than thirty or forty of them, most of whom were at the early or middle stages of the Mahayana realm, and seven or eight of them had even reached the late stage of the Mahayana realm!

Banners fluttered, ghostly howls shook the heavens... Heaven and earth, front and back, left and right, were completely blocked, making it impossible to escape!

Surrounded by enemies, Lu Yingzhao remained undaunted.

"Good timing!"

Before she finished speaking, the three-colored flower between her brows suddenly shone brightly!

It was no longer just a gentle flow, but began to burn fiercely on her forehead.

With all three flowers blooming simultaneously, one's energy and spirit instantly soar to an unbelievable peak.

"kill!!!"

It was unclear which ghost general was the first to let out a roar, but the next moment, all the ghosts moved in unison!

Lu Yingzhao held the halberd in both hands, and purple-gold lightning exploded around her, illuminating the dark sky of the underworld.

Facing the surging tide of ghost soldiers and generals, the three-colored primordial flower between her brows shone brightly, showing no sign of retreat.

With one step, the earth cracked, and the shockwave sent the front-row ghost soldiers flying and shattering.

With a sweeping halberd, lightning transformed into arcs of destruction, and hundreds of ghost soldiers instantly turned into wisps of smoke.

With vertical slashes, straight thrusts, and spinning attacks, her movements were concise and swift, each strike carrying the immense power to shatter mountains and split seas, as well as the thunderous force to vanquish evil and subdue demons.

The ghost soldiers vanished in droves, like harvested wheat.

The combined attacks, magical artifacts, and spells of the Ghost Generals are as fragile as paper before the halberd's edge and the lightning.

A mid-stage Mahayana Ghost General was pierced by a lightning bolt from the tip of his halberd and exploded with a bang... Several early-stage Mahayana Ghost Generals were struck by the halberd's wind, their armor shattered, and they were sent flying backward.

She moved with unparalleled ease, carving a bloody path through the horde of ghosts.

Wherever the purple-gold thunder halberd went, those who stood in its way were utterly defeated; ghosts and monsters were thrown off balance, their souls scattered.

At this moment, the many ghost generals and soldiers besieging Lu Yingzhao also sensed something was wrong. The woman in front of them was incredibly fierce. Even a ghost general at the Mahayana realm could be defeated with a single halberd strike. What use would a ghost soldier at a lower realm have other than depleting her magic power and true essence?

In this situation, any random ghost immortal could easily subdue this woman, so why didn't they come?

Even though most of these ghost generals and soldiers are registered in the [roster], as long as their true spirit is not damaged, they can recover no matter how serious the injury to their soul body is.

But the woman's combat power was terrifying. If he was only cut by the halberd's wind and energy, most of the time his ghost body would be annihilated, and his true spirit could still escape... But if the woman focused her attention on him, even his true spirit would have difficulty escaping!

They had just witnessed the true spirit of a ghost general being killed by a woman, which meant he was truly dead.

Then a bizarre scene unfolded.

Many ghost generals and soldiers simply dawdled and didn't advance. Some of the more clever ones deliberately let themselves be swept away by the aftershocks of Lu Yingzhao's casual martial arts techniques. Instantly, their ghost bodies dissipated, leaving only a trace of their true spirit to escape and return to the register to nurture their ghost bodies. Until their ghost bodies were fully nurtured, this whole affair was no longer their concern.

So much so that Lu Yingzhao, all by himself, managed to create an opening in the midst of this massive army!

"It's over!"

Sun Pan pounded his chest and stamped his feet in frustration from a distance: "How could this woman really escape? A Mahayana cultivator barged in and out; the Underworld has lost all face!"

But the next moment, out of the corner of Sun Pan's eye, he saw the fierce-looking woman who had just broken through the gap striding towards him.

"Ok?"

Sun Pan's mind went blank for a moment, and before he could even dodge to the side, a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed his neck with perfect precision!

"Spare...spare me! Fairy, spare me!" Judge Sun was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He hurriedly begged for mercy, and there was not a trace of the majesty of a judge of the underworld left: "This...this official...no, I am just an insignificant and insignificant judge of the underworld! I am only in charge of trivial matters and record-keeping on a daily basis! Holding me hostage is of no use whatsoever!"

He spoke incoherently, tears streaming down his face, desperately trying to persuade this evil star to show mercy: "Fairy, your divine power is unparalleled, your magic boundless! If you want to leave the Underworld, just fight your way out! I dare not, nor can I, stop you! Please, for the sake of my diligent service to Fellow Daoist Yun these past few months, spare my life!"

At this moment, he only regretted not having slipped away earlier, why he had stayed here to watch the show, and even more so, he hated that damned Ghost Festival, which caused all the high-ranking officials of the underworld to go out, leaving them, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, to face such a wicked star!

"Shut up."

Lu Yingzhao coldly uttered two words, not loud, but enough to abruptly stop Sun Pan's pleas for mercy, leaving only the chattering of his teeth.

"I'll ask, you answer."

“Yes…yes…” Judge Sun stammered.

"Besides Third Sister, are there any other cultivators from Immortal Continent Star who are still staying in the Underworld?"

"Our underworld usually deals with cultivators who have no background by giving them a perfunctory judgment and then sending them directly to reincarnation."

Judge Sun said with a sob in his voice, "Most of them have definitely been reincarnated, but a small number may be sent to prison to be tortured. It all depends on the mood of the judge at the time... The main thing is that there are thousands of judges in the entire underworld, and the personalities of the judges on duty in each judge's office are different. Too many people died this time on Immortal Continent Star, so they must have been distributed to different judges. As for the specific whereabouts of each person, I really don't know."

"So, there must still be some cultivators from the Immortal Continent being tortured in various prisons?" Lu Yingzhao asked.

"It should be... there must be at least a few..."

“I understand…” Lu Yingzhao nodded: “Let’s go!”

brush--

Lu Yingzhao grabbed Sun Pan by the arm, broke through the blockade of thousands of ghost soldiers, and transformed into a streak of light to escape.

“Fairy, sir, aunt... you’re fleeing in the wrong direction! This isn’t the way to leave the Nine Netherworld! Let me show you the way... it’s this way, it’s this way!” Sun Pan said hurriedly when he saw that Lu Yingzhao was flying in the wrong direction.

Lu Yingzhao's lips curled slightly: "Who told you that I, Lu, am leaving Jiuyou?"

"Come with me to the Netherworld Prison!"