The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

The scene within the Nine Nether Plate was made public without reservation.

A massive light curtain enveloped the Nine Nether Platform, allowing the surrounding ghost cultivators to see it clearly.

The impending bloodthirsty battle between the ten demon messengers drew cheers from the crowd.

Shen Huaichuan and Yue Niang disappeared into the crowd, keeping a great distance between them to avoid attracting the attention of the Netherworld Palace.

Such a grand and lively event made even the Netherworld Tree Spirit and the Dragon Cunning restless.

Shen Huaichuan and the other two were all wearing thick cloaks, which were specially made to conceal their true identities.

This attire was unremarkable among ghost cultivators.

The Nether Tree Spirit and the Dragon Demon were warned by Moon Maiden before they came out.

If cultivators from the other three realms are discovered in the Ghost Realm, they will immediately become enemies of that realm.

Therefore, the tree spirit and the dragon kept a very low profile.

Shen Huaichuan, on the other hand, was looking up intently at the huge light screen in the sky.

Under the cold moonlight, even the heavy, dark hood couldn't hide his handsome profile bathed in light.

Fortunately, all the ghost cultivators' attention was focused on the light screen at that moment.

Yue Niang was a little nervous, keeping her eyes fixed on Yun Yici's figure.

She couldn't figure out Yun Yici's true nature and was afraid that if she tried to be clever, she would make things worse and Yun Yici would get caught in the crossfire.

Yun Yici's sudden movement caused the halo beneath her feet to dim, and at the same time, it awakened the other nine ghost messengers.

Following closely behind her, the others also flew toward the ten orbs of light, not to be outdone.

In a flash, Yun Yici disregarded everyone else and seized the second orb of light.

In the blink of an eye, another ghost messenger seemed to have also set his sights on the ball of light in Yun Yici's hand, and struck at Yun Yici's back.

Yun Yici immediately sensed the cold wind coming from behind her, turned around and kicked the other person's wrist.

At the same time, she swiftly released the orb of light containing the weapon in her hand!

A dazzling golden light immediately illuminated the entire light screen!

Seeing that his attack had failed, the ghost messenger who had ambushed her immediately retreated to create distance between himself and Yun Yici. Then, he turned around and rushed towards the nearest ball of light.

Yun Yici, who was in the center of the light and had already seen what she was holding, couldn't help but twitch her lips.

A book, perfectly square!

It was about the same size as the books she read in Master Yi's study.

The cover was even tattered, revealing blank inner pages.

Even if you said that Lord B pulled it out from under a table to make up the numbers, people would believe it.

She can't exactly throw this book at someone, can she?!

"Xiao Ci!"

Just as Yun Yici was about to study how to use the book, the magic runes binding her arm began to heat up.

She immediately understood what Shen Huaichuan meant.

She doesn't have time to take her time now.

Yun Yici quickly stuffed the book into her large robe before the light faded.

Then, under the cover of the light, the demonic runes grew rapidly on the skin of her arm like vines, bursting out of her long sleeves and transforming into a pitch-black, menacing demonic sword.

The moment Yun Yici got his hands on the Demon Sword, he felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.

Apart from its black blade, this sword is almost identical in appearance to the Huai Chuan sword, and its weight is exactly the same.

"Thank you."

The ghost cultivators outside the light screen couldn't see what was happening inside the light; they only felt that the second sphere shone brightly and was extraordinary.

Sure enough, the next moment, a ghostly figure wielding a demonic sword burst forth from the light.

The sword she held in her hand, so sharp that it would burn you just by looking at it, instantly drew everyone's attention.

"What kind of sword is that?"

"The Lord of the Palace is truly remarkable! I can't wait to see the other nine treasures!"

Lord Yi's expression, hidden beneath his robe, was enigmatic. He recognized that the sword in Yun Yici's hand was not his work.

The other temple masters were completely unaware of this, and they were all looking expectantly at what kind of magical artifacts would appear from the orbs of light in the hands of the other ghost messengers.

Within the light screen, the swordswoman moved. Swift as lightning, her demonic sword, radiating an evil aura, charged directly at the nearest ghost messenger with unstoppable killing intent!

The orb of light in the ghost's hand was still sealed. He was about to dodge when he discovered that this person was extremely fast and his sword moves were unpredictable.

Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his arm.

The next second, he was thrown into the sky, and countless wind domains of varying sizes appeared in the eerie ghostly aura.

The wind domain was like a meat grinder; its immense destructive power instantly tore apart the black robes draped over all the ghost messengers.

Yun Yici slowly and methodically opened his domain, enveloping the entire space with his chilling sword intent.

The other ghost messengers, isolated from the world and residing in the Nine Netherworld Plate, were all stunned for a moment.

It wasn't my imagination, there really was wind!!

The temple master and the ghost cultivators watching from outside were also dumbfounded.

"She has spiritual roots!!"

"How could she have spiritual roots?"

"Could that ghost messenger be a living person?"

Doubts lingered in everyone's minds, and the palace lords couldn't help but question Lord Yi.

"The cultivation methods practiced by ghost cultivators are based on the soul. Their spiritual roots cannot be separated from their physical bodies. One is illusory and the other is real. How can the spiritual root grow on the soul?"

"What's going on with you, you ghost messenger? She's only been in my ghost realm for a little over a month, how could she have developed spiritual roots?"

Lord Yi stood with his hands behind his back and calmly said, "Perhaps it's a special talent?"

Still not giving up after being rebuffed, the palace lords probed, "Could she not be dead? Did you deliberately use a living person to impersonate a ghost messenger? Could she be in cahoots with Yue Niang?"

Ji, who had been silent since the start of the deathmatch, finally spoke up: "This should be a mimicry spirit root."

The Netherworld Tree Spirit, hiding among the crowd, listened to the uproar it had caused and quietly retreated behind Moon Maiden.

The Netherworld Fruit he condensed is a supreme treasure of the Ghost Realm. In addition to helping ghost cultivators quickly improve their cultivation, it also has the wonderful use of replacing human spiritual roots.

However, this was the first time in all these years that he had given the Netherworld Fruit to someone else.

So... he forgot to remind him of that.

Mimicry spiritual root, as the name suggests, this kind of core can simulate the spiritual root cultivated by humans.

In theory, any spiritual root can be simulated, but if too many simulations are made, it will become a multi-spiritual root or a mixed spiritual root.

However, this is enough to make people look at it differently.

One of the temple masters said sourly, "I knew it! The other day, when Yue Niang came knocking on our door demanding our return, it turns out she had eaten such a good thing as her."

Yun Yici's domain concealed deadly intent, monitoring the movements of every ghost messenger within it.

Because of her concealed domain, the other ghost messengers couldn't catch her and could only watch helplessly as she slowly and methodically selected her victims.

Seeing their own ghost messengers about to be killed, even some of the seemingly calm palace lords couldn't hold back anymore: "This death match is far too unfair."

"Yes, Lord Yi, look at your ghost messenger, he has spiritual roots and wields such a powerful magical weapon."

The other palace masters were also anxious. They had originally intended to raise Gu, but Yun Yici had become the Gu master.

Lord Yi raised his hand to cover his face and said, "If that's the case, do you mean to admit defeat?"

"You said it yourselves, I set the rules."