Chapter 932: Appearance

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Qin Sang drew his hand back, the Netherfire engulfing his entire body. He pressed tightly against the canyon wall and squeezed through the crack.

Entering the ghost realm, a bone-chilling coldness invaded.

Qin Sang was enveloped in ghostly mist, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Last time, his vision and perception were obscured by the ghostly mist, allowing him to see only a small area around him. The spirit creature snatched away the flying sky demon and, taking advantage of its familiarity with the terrain, led it on a merry chase, leaving it helpless.

Now things are different, Tiànmù Dié's Heaven-Eye Divine Ability can easily see through the Ghost Mist, everything around is crystal clear.

He pondered for a moment, a glimmer appearing between his brows. His ebony sword shot out, circling Qin Sang briefly before hovering motionless above his head. Then, with a flicker of its blade, it split into four sword lights, ready to guard.

Then Qin Sang urged his body technique, delving into the ghost realm, preparing to find that ghost first. During the search, he still pretended not to see clearly.

To everyone's surprise, he came back empty-handed.

“Hidden Could there be concealment enchantments in this ghost realm that even the Sky-Eyed Butterfly can’t see through”

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Qin Sang secretly frowned.

Not only was the ghost not found, but even the flying night demons couldn't locate it. The ghost realm has boundaries and there doesn't appear to be anywhere to hide on the surface.

It seems we can only wait here and hope it appears on its own.

Qin Sang thought to herself.

After a fruitless search, Qin Sang remained composed. With a light tap on his waist, several puppets imbued with the strength of cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage emerged from the Corpse Puppet Bag.

These are all the people Qin Sang encountered and dealt with during his travels in the Leifeng Islands. There are also earthsha evil veins in the Leifeng Islands, so he took the opportunity to practice a few sha corpses.

Qin Sang's lips moved slightly, and the corpses scattered. He then walked slowly forward.

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In a short while, the area in front of Qin Sang was thrown into chaos. The sha corpses wreaked havoc everywhere, shattering decaying magical artifacts and crashing down piles of bones, awakening all the vengeful spirits within.

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For a moment, there were wails and howls, like a hundred ghosts on the move at night.

Qin Sang's figure flickered, capturing each vengeful spirit one by one. At the same time, true energy surged in his palm, refining them into strands of essence soul.

There are just too many resentful souls here. It doesn't take long for a one-foot-long strand of spirit silk to be refined.

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At this time, Qin Sang ordered Sha Shi to stop and found an open space to sit cross-legged.

He took out a ten directions Yama flag and tried to weave a soul banner.

Over the years, Qin Sang has been thinking about what kind of formation to use with the Devil Banners to bring out the power of the Eighteen Devil Banners. He often delves into the "Taixuan Formation Fragments" from the Yuan Shen Gate for this purpose.

It was later discovered that the formations described in this book were extremely profound and intricate, affecting every part of the body with a single movement. Even if he could understand them, it would be difficult to apply them to the magic banner.

At least the effort wasn't in vain.

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Previously, Qin Sang's confusion about the questions surrounding the Three-Rod Demon Banner had been a thorn in his side. Now, with newfound clarity, his understanding of the Three-Rod Demon Banner deepened significantly, allowing him to truly grasp the immense effort and devotion that the Ancestor Kuiyin had poured into its creation.

The Ten Directions Yama Banner Formation created by the ancestor, Kui Yin, did not restrict the number of banners. Even if there were more, it could still function, and its power would increase proportionally.

Obviously, the Ancestor of Quiyin was ambitious. When refining the Demon Banner, he was already considering how to obtain more Nine Nether Demon Fire.

Qin Sang only needed to follow the method of the Ancestor Kui Yin to refine the Eighteen Demon Flags. However, his cultivation was still too low, and his divine sense and true essence were insufficient. Whether he could control several at the same time was unknown.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, one hand grasping the banner pole and the other reaching out as if to grasp a soul thread.

The silk thread of essence seemed to have no weight, floating gently.

Qin Sang intently stared at the two objects.

After a moment, the divine consciousness drew the soul silk and slowly drifted towards the flagpole. At the same time, the flagpole emitted a clear 'zing' sound, and the restriction light burst out, with countless runes appearing.

Qin Sang swiftly cast his incantation, urging the runes on the banner's staff to activate, connecting them with his spiritual silk.

He was completely focused, appearing defenseless to the outside world, but he was always ready to activate his Tian Yao transformation and open the Tian Shi coffin. He believed that as long as the ghost wasn't a Yuan Ying level cultivator, it would be impossible to escape his grasp.

At first, the two things ignored each other.

As the light on the flagpole grew brighter, the soul thread trembled suddenly. One end spontaneously wound itself around the flagpole, merging with the restrictions above and becoming one!

"It's done!"

Qin Sang's heart was filled with joy, and he was about to continue urging the restriction to completely refine this soul silk when suddenly his heart moved, and a hint of sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You finally dared to come out!"

Qin Sang suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. His gaze was like electricity, piercing through the thick ghostly mist and instantly locking onto a phantom figure.

This ghost thought it was hiding well, peering at Qin Sang from afar. The moment it appeared, it was discovered by the Sky-Eyed Butterfly.

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All the resentful spirits around were captured by Qin Sang, revealing the ghost's identity.

The apparition was indeed startled by him and couldn't help but approach.

Wow!

Qin Sang swiftly retracted his banner pole, a surge of azure light emanating from his back as his wings spread wide. Without hesitation, he activated his Heavenly Demon transformation. His body then flickered with alternating blue and red lights, bursting forth with astonishing speed as he charged straight towards the ghostly apparition.

The ghost was unusually alert.

As soon as Qin Sang discovered it, he sensed something amiss and leaped backward. He then transformed into a wisp of gray-white mist, similar to that of a ghost, fleeing deep into the Ghost Realm.

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The specter moved through the ghostly mist like a fish in water, its flight silent and effortless, and incredibly fast. Last time, it was with this very skill that it snatched away the Flying Celestial Nymph, leaving Qin Sang helpless.

Now, it thought it could still get away from Qin Sang like this, but soon found itself mistaken.

"No wonder I couldn't find it last time, it wasn't just because of its high level of concealment; it could actually blend in with the ghostly mist. Unless one is a cultivator with extremely powerful divine sense, it would be difficult to even detect its presence. Now that the Sky-Eyed Butterfly has locked onto you, I see you trying to run away!"

Qin Sang used all his strength to cast his escape technique and chased after the ghost.

Seeing the opponent's escapism and concealment techniques, I can't help but be a little surprised.

I wonder how such a creature was born in this isolated ghost land.

The specter blended into the ghostly mist, flitting about like a headless fly.

No matter how it changed direction, Qin Sang relentlessly pursued it.

Although Ghost Shadow's speed was fast, it was only a step stronger than a peak Core Formation cultivator. Compared to Qin Sang, it was far inferior. The distance between the two rapidly closed.

Finally, the ghost understood where the problem lay. It stopped running aimlessly and instead fled straight into the depths of the Ghostly Realm.

'Whoosh!'

Qin Sang flashed into view, his gaze swept across the surroundings before settling on a skeletal mountain beneath him.

The ghost suddenly disappeared.

But Tianmu Butterfly kept a close eye on its movements, wanting to escape was not so easy.

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"No wonder I couldn't find it before, there's another world inside the skeleton"

Qin Sang drew his Ebony Sword, its blade ablaze with energy, and slashed fiercely at Gu Shan.

“Whoop!”

The skeleton had long since decayed, and sword qi slashed down like a storm, cleaving through the bone mountain from peak to base.

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Countless white bones turned into ashes, and the bone mountain collapsed.

In the midst of chaos, a black shadow suddenly broke through Gu Shan and rushed over. Qin Sang raised an eyebrow, and without recalling the Ebony Sword, he punched back.

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'Bang!'

Two figures clashed, their styles seemingly evenly matched!

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