Chapter 167 - 44: The turmoil of the Devil Sect in Jinzhou begins, a sword towards the sky from the Whiterobed Ghost Face.

Chapter 167: Chapter 44: The turmoil of the Devil Sect in Jinzhou begins, a sword towards the sky from the Whiterobed Ghost Face.

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The sky above Jinzhou City was wrapped in a layer of black clouds, bearing down on people’s hearts and making it hard to breathe.

“Boom!”

The vast muffled sound shattered the silence, spreading throughout the city. It left the people in a state of confusion, questioning what was happening. The sound was not a roll of thunder, its source was from above the city. “This calamity of bloodshed comes from the Devil Sect.”

Zhao Huai stood by the window, observing the spectacle in the sky, understanding that the extreme evil predicted by the copper coin divination originated from there.

The Devil Sect was after the Ancestral Weapon. They believed that the weapon resided with the Rightful King of Yan, him.

Right now, the divination results had not changed, indicating that he had merely avoided a crisis temporarily. The danger is still far from over.

He also wondered about Xiang Yun’s fate, under the hands of the old devil, whether she could save her life.

News of the Ancestral Weapon being released, the Devil Sect gathering, with these devil cultivators entering the city, the common people were likely to be affected.

No matter what, first, he had to find Madam. Jinzhou was very dangerous now.

All the above were the concerns of Zhao Huai at present.

“Your Highness, I think we can first join Fairy Yue Qing. Her cultivation is very strong, nobody in the Devil Sect is a match for her.”

Yin Nanyu observed the back of Zhao Huai, voicing her opinion.

Zhao Huai nodded, cautiously saying, “However, this face of mine shouldn’t appear for now.”

Yin Nanyu agreed wholeheartedly.

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Highness should assume a different face to avoid being hunted by these devils.”

Zhao Huai did not hesitate and directly put on a mask he took out from his storage ring.

The face painted on the mask was green and fierce, like a malicious ghost.

However, when Yin Nanyu saw this face, she froze on the spot.

Why did this face look so familiar?

Right!

Isn’t this the White-robed Ghost Face from the peak of the capital city?

Yin Nanyu, on the other hand, tore open a charm. A pair of black wings sprouted from her back and she followed him.

The Summit of Jinzhou.

The evil qi bubbled over, drenched in blood for miles on end.

Within the dark sky, rivers of blood flowed, continuously churning.

Most of the people of Jinzhou closed their doors tightly.

Hiding in their homes, trembling in fear.

The original bustling alleys were now filled with fierce ghosts and specters, showing their fangs and claws.

Ugly walking corpses lined the streets, carrying a black sedan, proceeding slowly.

It was a scene similar to a night parade of a hundred ghosts, where corpses carried a coffin.

Shadowy, mournful sounds wailed, countless demons and monsters leading the way, seemingly endless.

These ghosts and monsters were cultivated by the devil cultivators, akin to slaves or servants.

Many cultivators with malicious intentions indeed tamed some demons and fierce ghosts to be at their disposal, using them as tools for killing.

Such actions, offensive to heaven and earth, were despised by the righteous path, subjected to the Immortal Sect’s disdain and hunting.

Qiu Yueqing stood on top of a lofty rooftop, holding a shining spiritual sword, shining brilliantly against the dark sky.

Beneath her were piled up bodies of many devil cultivators.

However, her cold and clear face was still filled with concern.

The number of strong men from the Devil Sect had exceeded her estimates.

The whole of Jinzhou was surrounded by the Devil Sect, making it extremely difficult to break out.

But she couldn’t retreat.

It was her mission given by her Master Lord to protect the Rightful King of

Yan.

Standing above a thick ghost cloud, the scholar in an ink robe looked up at Qiu Yueqing on the rooftop, sneering:

“I didn’t expect that there would be people from the Immortal Sect here. The Rightful King of Yan must be in this place, there’s no doubt about it.”

“The Ancestral Weapon must be with the Rightful King of Yan, the information must be correct.. That woman looks familiar, is she intending to confront all of us alone?