told themselves that the surname Gu held a special significance for them.Originally, I thought that the reason why the surname "Gu" was rarely seen was because the cultivators of the Four Realms resp..."Click!"

With the grip of this ghastly pale hand, the chain was crushed and broken asunder.

And then, the hand continued to grasp chain after chain, crushing each one until nearly half of them were broken.

Next, gripping the coffin lid, he pushed it to the side with all his might. Suddenly, the coffin, which had only a crack in it before, was flung open halfway.

More black qi surged out, and faintly, a figure could be seen slowly sitting up from the coffin.

Jiang Yun's spirit instantly tensed up, even preparing to make a move at any time.

However, at that moment, the figure suddenly spoke, "Jiang Yun, long time no see!"

Hearing this sound, Jiang Yun's face instantly tightened, and the figure in the coffin finally sat up, waving his hand to disperse the black air around him, appearing in front of everyone.

Upon seeing this person, not only Jian Yun but also every single person within the Wen Dao Sect was dumbfounded, their faces etched with astonishment.

Because this person, it is Fang Yu Xuan!

In the eyes of others, he who rose from this coffin was Fang Yuxian, the former first disciple of Wenda Sect. But in Jiang Yun's eyes, he was Gui Li!

But even Jiang Yun didn't expect that Gui Li, who should have been in the chaotic and desolate realm of Qing Zhuo Huang Jie, would return to the Shan Hai Realm just like him.

And right now, feeling the aura emanating from Ghostly Terror, his cultivation had also increased dramatically, at least reaching the Spirit Immortal Realm!

However, Jiang Yun couldn't bother to think about those issues anymore.

His gaze merely swept over Guili, before shifting back to the coffin beneath him.

Even though the ghost's cultivation reached the Dao Spirit realm, his aura was absolutely not enough to make Jiang Yun feel unbearable.

It's clear that there must be other things inside the coffin, either the Ghost Prison Lord or some kind of magic treasure.

In short, this coffin must be the greatest secret of Senro Ghost Hell.

Seeing Jiang Yun's gaze wasn't on him, but on the coffin, Ghost Li let out a cold smile: "This coffin isn't that interesting. What you're looking for is probably this!"

As the sinister voice fell, a half-foot long incense stick suddenly appeared in his hand!

It seemed like an unremarkable incense stick, but its appearance caused Jiang Yun's face to darken involuntarily.

Because the ghost said it right, the feeling of unbearable aura he sensed was indeed coming from this half incense stick.

Although Ginger Cloud didn't know what effect this half-fragrance could have, whether it was the terrifying aura emanating from it or the fact that Ghostly Severance regarded it as its greatest reliance, it was enough to show that this incense definitely possessed immense power.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yun suddenly took a step forward, his figure appearing in the boundless black mist. He stood directly on the river of Huangquan.

Ginger Cloud finally made her move, aiming to stop Ghostly Fury from lighting the half-burned incense stick.

As for the black mist that permeated the surroundings, it had a deterrent effect on other creatures, but it was utterly useless against Jiang Yun, who could devour ghostly energy.

However, just as his figure appeared above the underworld, countless arms suddenly shot out from within it, grabbing his legs and his body tightly.

Even with Jiang Yun's powerful physique, under the grasp of these countless arms, he was momentarily unable to break free.

At the same time, Gui Li also sneered and said: “This incense was painstakingly brought back from the underworld by me. How could you stop me”

"Awesome!"

The ghost let out a light breath from its mouth, and the half-burnt incense immediately caught fire.

Suddenly, wisps of smoke billowed out, an enormous amount of them, moving incredibly fast towards the Wendaomen below and spreading among those engaged in battle.

Since Jiang Yun was closest to Gui Li, the smoke reached him first.

Although Ginger Cloud had quickly closed his breath and shut off his sense of smell, the smoke still directly rushed into his nose.

A thick, intoxicating fragrance exploded within him in an instant, permeating his entire body and concentrating especially at the place of his life fire.

And with the appearance of this fragrance, even Jiang Yun's swaying powerful life fire stopped flickering, as if it had been put under a spell.

To the point where Ginger Cloud felt even more pain in his head, as if it were about to burst.

Fortunately, this feeling passed in an instant and the flame of life began to flicker again!

This caused Gingercloud to frown slightly and say, “Is that all the function of this half incense”

However, when his gaze fell upon the Questioning Sect below, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

Those fumes had successively entered the bodies of Lan Huazhao, Shen Zhanrong, and others, instantly causing their bodies to fall into a state of stillness.

However, they were not like themselves, merely frozen in a single instant, but always remained motionless.

It doesn't matter that they were frozen in place; the heavenly soldier talismans and dust of mortal pleasures they controlled had lost their spiritual nourishment, naturally becoming as useless as waste. They hung silently in the air as well.

Thus, the sounds of the mundane world disappeared, and the sound of the summoning bell grew loud.

And those silvery celestial warriors also dissipated, leaving those countless white bones unimpeded as they surged towards the disciples of the Wenda Sect below.

Then, the smoke continued to spread into the phantom beast map, spreading onto Lao Hei, Xia Zhongxing, and eight Qiwu Sect cave heaven cultivators.

Even Dao Tianyou, on top of Mount Cangfeng, was affected by it.

Only the many disciples of the Wen Dao sect, who were under the cover of the Five Element Coffin's light curtain, had not yet been affected by the smoke.

In short, wherever the smoke reaches, whether you are human or demon, no matter how you try to dodge it, it will rush into your nostrils. The fragrance released will instantly make you fall into a state of stillness, unable to move.

Of course, the effect of the fragrance is limited to the people of the Wenda Sect. Whether it's the white bones in the Senro Ghost Prison or its disciples, ghosts, they are all unaffected.

This way, it would naturally mean that all the people of Wen Dao Sect would become targets for slaughter!

"Pffft!"

An elder of the inner sect, Daozong, was hit first. He was struck by a white-faced man's palm, shattering his heart meridian.

Although blood gushed from his mouth, his body remained motionless and he fell straight down.

"What is this smell!"

Seeing this scene, Ginger Cloud's face became extremely solemn.

Although he didn't know why he was immune to the scent emanating from it, if he couldn't find a way to remove the smell, then everyone in the Wen Sect would soon be slaughtered without putting up any resistance.

Especially Lian Daotian was also restrained, which prevented him from continuing to summon the strongest foundation of the Wen Dao Sect.

Today's battle, the Zhendozong will undoubtedly be defeated, and even worse, they will suffer a complete annihilation.

A ghostly, loud laughter suddenly rang out: "Haha, Jiang Yun, are you afraid now!"

"This is my Ghost Clan Soul-Locking Incense. Once lit, it can trap the souls of all beings, perfect for countering living creatures from your world."

"This incense is the strongest foundation of my Senro Ghost Hell. How is it, isn't it weaker than your Wudao Sect's Wudao Palm!"

"Although I don't know why your soul isn't being bound, Jiang Yun, now that it's just you alone, I want to see how you can possibly turn the tide of this situation."

"Get out of here!"

A cold light flashed in Jiang Yun's eyes, and the Zhantian sword appeared in his hand. He slashed down fiercely, targeting the countless hands that had grabbed him from the underworld below.

The other hand, fingers splayed like a blade, slashed downward toward the Questioning Sect below. It met the smoke that seemed to permeate every inch of space with a fierce and forceful blow.

Taoism, love separation and suffering!

First published on the Traditional Chinese Novel NetworkJust then, Jiang Yunkong's left hand, which had long since lost its mist, suddenly lifted. A breath emanated from it, instantly causing all the demon cultivators within the five major domains to feel...