Zhou Qing exerted his full strength to activate the Eight-Nine Mystical Technique, forming the Unmoving Bright King Seal with both hands. The six-zhang golden giant behind him radiated a brilliant light like the rising sun, scorching the approaching dark soldiers with its golden rays, causing them to shriek and writhe in agony as black smoke billowed out. The six-zhang golden giant's appearance became clearer than before, revealing a four-faced head, eight arms, and each hand seemed to be holding something, although it was still somewhat indistinct. It appeared that Zhou Qing's spiritual energy had increased significantly, but was still far from sufficient.

  With the protection of the golden body, and the addition of the fierce ghostly soldiers, for a time, the hundreds of golden armored heavenly gods attracted by Wen Lan's new number were not too much pressure on Zhou Qing. The divine thought of the Yu Shi transformed into a blood god knife, and with a loud crash, it split open one of Zhang's big mouths, towards the skull of the yin soul that was biting at him. The black air was instantly absorbed into the blade, and from the double-headed wolf mouth on the hilt, another ball of white light was spat out, entering Zhou Qing's brow, merging with the grain-sized sarira within, the pure white sarira light grew stronger, subtly increasing by a small margin. Zhou Qing suddenly felt that his spiritual thought power had expanded slightly once again.

  Spiritual energy surged down from the center of his eyebrows like a tidal wave, passing through the Eight-Nine Xuan Gong's catalyst to infuse the unmoving Ming Wang Yin seal into the golden body behind him. The six-zhang-tall golden body radiated brilliant light, and its features became slightly clearer! The vengeful spirits that charged forward were all blocked by this golden light within a radius of three zhang. Zhou Qing wielded his sword with unpredictable movements, sometimes swift and elusive, sometimes grand and expansive. He actually employed the sword technique he had secretly learned from that ghost general earlier. Originally, as long as Zhou Qing used his true yuan to its fullest extent and activated the Heaven-Slaying Blood Blade's Great Array, one slash could have killed over a hundred vengeful spirits without issue. However, doing so would have depleted his true yuan entirely, which was equivalent to suicide.

  Now Zhou Qing's true yuan is not moving, relying solely on his spiritual power to control the knife. His true yuan has hardly been consumed, and it is even more effortless than Xuan Yuan Fa Wang Wen Lan Xin's two people. In just a moment, he cut down several dark soldiers who were fighting against the Golden Armor Heavenly God. The pure spiritual power of the controlling knife merged into the small Sheli in his brow, and every time he cut down a dark soldier ghost, Zhou Qing's Sheli grew bigger by one circle, and his spiritual power also expanded by one part. The golden giant behind him became clearer by one part!

  Until Zhou Qing absorbed the mental energy of dozens of soldier's yin souls, the relic in his brow originally the size of a grain of rice grew to the size of a soybean. The golden light emitted by the six-zhang tall Golden Body behind him surged like a great sea, and even the most ferocious yin souls were repelled by the golden light. However, those fierce ghosts did not fear it, and they continued to charge forward, one after another, letting out mournful wails as they tried to rush into the golden light. At that moment, the passageway was filled with the sound of ghostly cries, and a large amount of black smoke billowed forth. The weaker ghost souls were directly incinerated by the golden light, becoming nothingness, while those with intact corpses, who were violent and ferocious, were scattered into black smoke before recondensing into physical form. However, each one was much weakened in terms of aura, clearly having been injured by the golden light's power.

  Xuanyuan Fawang also took in a dozen or so dark soldiers, and the power of his Soul Blood Hand increased by another level. He was secretly delighted, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes from the golden light. The fierce and violent energy in the tunnel decreased significantly, and he noticed something strange on Zhou Qing's side. Behind Zhou Qing stood a six-zhang-tall golden giant with four faces and eight arms. Each of the four faces looked in a different direction, with different expressions - some were joyful, some were ferocious, some were calm, and some were solemn. Especially, each face had an upright eye on its forehead, but the eight arms were still blurry and unclear, making it impossible to see what weapons they held. "What is this thing?" Wen Lanxin asked, not blind to Zhou Qing's changes, and exchanged a glance with Xuanyuan Fawang. Despite their extensive knowledge, neither of them knew what the golden giant behind Zhou Qing was - which god or Buddha it belonged to. Xuanyuan Fawang had seen it once in the mountain valley and thought it was the Six Jia Golden God, and its mysterious method was similar to Wen Lanxin's scattered bean magic. But now, it seemed completely different.

  Kill! A long knife with a deep and eerie aura suddenly appeared, its light changing rapidly. No matter how Zhou Qing dodged, he couldn't escape the entanglement of the long knife and had to force his way out. The Blood Transformation Divine Knife lived up to its reputation as an ancient magical soldier, its innate ability stirring, a burst of blood light exploded, directly shattering the large knife condensed from the ghostly energy. Zhou Qing's spirit fluctuated wildly, his divine sense almost losing control of the knife. That one strike was indeed clever, cutting directly at the weak point where the divine sense and the knife connected. If not for the Blood Transformation Divine Knife's innate ability stirring, this blow would have been enough to make Zhou Qing temporarily lose control of the knife. Zhou Qing hastily withdrew his knife, holding it in his hand. This knife was now a crucial item, if he lost it, not only would his strength greatly decrease, but whether he could even survive was also a problem.

  The eerie atmosphere was thick, and it converged into a three-foot-long knife that hovered in front of Zhou Qing's chest. He stared at the ghostly general three feet away, who had just slashed him with one stroke but didn't continue to attack. With a loud roar, he charged into the midst of the golden-armored heavenly soldiers clashing with the ghostly soldiers. The long knife danced through the air, and every time it struck, a golden-armored heavenly soldier was torn apart. It was like a tiger entering a wolf pack. By the time Xuan Yuan Fa Wang and Wen Lan Xin came to their senses, half of the golden-armored heavenly soldiers surrounding them had disappeared. A large number of ghostly soldiers swarmed up, and several ghostly souls surrounded a group of golden-armored heavenly soldiers, beating them up together. Xuan Yuan Fa Wang secretly exclaimed that something was wrong - these golden-armored heavenly soldiers were just enough to protect their bodies, preventing the three of them from being surrounded by the ghostly soldiers. If they were killed, he feared that all three would meet a tragic end.

  A gigantic blood hand and a divine magic seal, not by prior agreement, simultaneously charged towards the ferocious ghost general. Both of them knew that if they didn't take care of this ghost general, killing more yin soldiers would be pointless. The two simultaneously went all out, this was indeed a life-or-death moment, no room for sloppiness. This ghost general was different from ordinary yin soldiers, seemingly knowing that these two were not to be trifled with, and didn't even dare to harden his defense. Relying on his non-corporeal form, he suddenly gathered and scattered, dodging the pursuit of the blood hand and divine magic seal, and occasionally counterattacked, killing several yin soldiers and also taking down a few Golden Armor Heavenly Gods. The two, Xuanyuan and Fa Wang, encountered such a cunning ghost general, and for a moment were at a loss. Both of them were anxious in their hearts, using every trick in the book, but whenever they were about to land a critical hit, the ghost general would use an enigmatic technique to dodge out of the way. In this brief pause, several more Golden Armor Heavenly Gods were torn apart by the ferocious yin soldiers, leaving only a few dozen remaining. More and more yin soldiers swarmed in, densely packing the area within a radius of over ten zhang, although the three had previously killed many yin soldiers, but compared to this nearly two thousand-strong army, they might not have even accounted for one tenth.

  Finally, the Golden Armor Heavenly God summoned by Wen Lan was slaughtered, and the two of them pursued that ghost general to no avail. The yin soldiers were unobstructed, and they rushed up together. The ghost general flashed and transformed into a puff of black smoke, and his ghostly energy hid among the many yin soldiers, disappearing without a trace. Even the two people's divine sense locks were blocked by the evil energy of the many yin soldier spirits, and they couldn't investigate anything.

  Xuanyuan Fawang saw that the situation was not in his favor, so he let out a loud roar, bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. The Soul Blood Hand was activated by this blood, swelling to twice its size, and grabbed several ferocious Yin soldiers who were charging forward. Xuanyuan then split his hands apart, causing space to tear open, and he didn't even bother to retrieve his sword array as he directly escaped into the spatial rift, disappearing from sight. However, he wasn't willing to leave empty-handed, and managed to snatch something before making his escape!