"Mr. Yang, a forced melon is not sweet. Why do you have to hold a grudge against this?"
Zhao Ling couldn't stand it anymore and sneered, "In front of the ghost altar, you didn't care about any of the women you possessed by all means. People like you only care about yourself. Why do you want to harm others before you die?"
"This is the only thing I like in my life!"
Yang Yuansen shamelessly grinned at Bai Wei and Bai Zhi, "We're all going to die anyway, and you two can't escape either, so why don't you use these few days to get a good taste of a man? Hey, I don't have any other skills, but I'm pretty good at that, and I guarantee you'll make you sisters happy to the point of death!"
"We don't want to be with you!"
Bai Wei was so anxious that she almost cried out.
At the critical moment of life and death, the sister Bai Zhi, who was always calmer, said boldly: "My master said that we... belong to Hong Jian."
Bai Wei suddenly came to her senses and said quickly, "Yes, Master told us a long time ago that he would send us to Hong Jian!"
The next moment, she took her sister's hand and walked behind Pang Jian.
With this gesture, they showed that the person they truly loved was the gun-wielding boy who rescued them from dire straits.
"I have made it very clear that when Hong Jian reappears, the two sisters will belong to him!"
Meng Qiulan expressed her opinion in a deep voice.
She also looked at the two sisters with approval.
With her level of cultivation, she could not suppress the vicious Yang Yuansen. Moreover, Yang Yuansen knew that he was doomed to die, so he might do anything.
Pang Jian, since he has the ability to kill Fei Zheng of Blood Moon, he will certainly have no problem dealing with Yang Yuansen.
Pang Jian originally wanted to use the power of the dark ghost to exchange for a batch of rare spiritual materials. He waited until the sisters Bai Wei and Bai Zhi stood behind him before he took his eyes away from the ghost altar.
He looked at Yang Yuansen, thought about it seriously, and said, "I heard that only the leader of the Dark Ghost Hall can own a ghost altar. Yang Yuansen, since you are ready to die anyway, why don't you hand over the ghost altar you have to me?"
After these words were spoken, Zhao Ling and Meng Qiulan looked a little confused.
Yang Yuansen grinned and nodded with a smile.
With a "crash" sound, many Xuanyin stones, Kongling jades, and small banners poured out from his storage bag.
"The ghost altar needs to be reassembled and rebuilt. They are meaningless to me now. I'll give them to you if you want them."
"Mr. Meng!"
Yang Yuansen raised his voice and yelled, "You heard it too. This guy asked for my ghost altar and was willing to give up the pair of sisters. Now you have nothing to say, right?"
Meng Qiulan frowned and looked at Pang Jian in confusion, not sure if this was what Pang Jian meant.
Zhao Ling and Wu Yi also looked over with confusion.
The two sisters Bai Wei and Bai Zhi seemed to have suddenly lost their souls, and the light in their eyes suddenly disappeared.
They knew that their master Meng Qiulan was not as skilled as Yang Yuansen and was probably unable to protect them.
The two women who placed their hopes on Pang Jian thought that Pang Jian had abandoned them for the ghost altar, and their hearts were chilled.
"Boy, what you don't like happens to be what I like. It seems that we don't have any conflicts."
As Yang Yuansen spoke, he walked forward, intending to kidnap the two sisters.
"I just want your ghost altar. I didn't say I want to exchange it with you for anything."
Pang Jian looked at Yang Yuansen, who was walking towards him, as if he were a fool, and said, "Don't be so self-righteous!"
"Boy, how dare you play tricks on me? What makes you think I should give you the Ghost Altar obediently? I don't need it. Even if I destroy the Ghost Altar, I won't do it for no reason..."
Yang Yuansen roared.
The killing gun suddenly appeared!
"Boom! Boom boom boom!"
Balls of dazzling green and crimson light exploded above Yang Yuansen's head, enveloping him like gorgeous fireworks.
Yang Yuansen's face suddenly changed color, and he hurriedly took out a purple gold bowl from his arms and activated his exquisite secret technique.
Gold nuggets, red copper, silver ingots, and iron balls suddenly flew out from the purple gold bowl and transformed into a strange sea of gold and iron fragments above his head.
Pang Jian approached, infusing the shaft of his spear with mighty fire power. He flew into the air like a flaming meteor and stabbed Yang Yuansen below with his spear.
As the explosive flames splashed, the sharp tip of the Jingzhi Spear pierced the sea of light made of gold and iron fragments repeatedly like lightning.
Gold and iron shattered, and red copper exploded violently. The explosive force from Pang Jian directly crushed the sea of light.
Violent power containing the scent of magma and sulfur penetrated toward Yang Yuansen from above and drilled into Yang Yuansen's skin like red-hot steel needles.
Yang Yuansen screamed in pain, staring with wide eyes at the vigorous vitality surging from Pang Jian's beating chest.
"Late stage of Marrow Cleansing!"
He grabbed the purple gold bowl and retreated, avoiding the area covered by the explosive flames, and exclaimed: "Didn't you just advance to the Marrow Cleansing Realm?"
Meng Qiulan widened her eyes, felt it silently for a moment, and then looked at Pang Jian with an incredible look.
She knew that Yang Yuansen's feeling was correct. Judging from the strong vitality surging from Pang Jian's chest, Pang Jian's internal organs' tempering had been completed and he had officially entered the late stage of the marrow cleansing realm!
"Late stage of Marrow Cleansing..."
Zhao Ling growled in horror.
Wu Yi licked the corners of his dry mouth and sighed: "Monster, I'm afraid we have absorbed a little monster this time."
"Hong Jian! My ghost altar belongs to you. I only want one of those two sisters!"
"You can pick first! The rest is mine!"
When Yang Yuansen retreated, he saw Pang Jian coming with a gun and couldn't help screaming.
Yang Yuansen felt a chill in his heart, recalling the violence of the spearmanship just now and the sharpness of the silver spear. He yelled again, "Forget it, forget it. I don't want it anymore. I don't want it anymore! I'm so damn unlucky. I didn't do anything for no reason. I'm completely screwed this time."
His shouting stopped abruptly.
He no longer retreated.
The others also looked at Pang Jian with surprised expressions as he stopped at the place where the materials for the ghost altar were scattered, squatted down and grabbed the stones used to build the ghost altar in his hands.
It turned out that he was approaching step by step not to raise his gun and seriously injure Yang Yuansen, but just to get the materials to build a ghost altar.
Because Yang Yuansen felt guilty and afraid, he gave up all his interests without Pang Jian saying anything, and voluntarily gave up the idea of possessing the Bai Wei sisters.
"Who they want to follow in the future should be decided by themselves, rather than being given away like goods."
Pang Jian, who was squatting in front of the ghost altar, did not look at Yang Yuansen, but looked at the hall master Meng Qiulan and said:
"When we first met, I hated what you said. You said that they were not at the level you wanted, so you gave them away. They are your disciples, not spirit stones for you to use to please others."
"If you had never said these words to anyone and had always been protecting them, Master Yang would not have had any evil thoughts towards them."
Pang Jian said coldly.
After hearing this, Meng Qiulan was so ashamed that she was speechless.
Bai Wei and Bai Zhi stood there in a daze, chewing over Pang Jian's words, their eyes gradually becoming moist.
A strange light flashed from the depths of Zhao Ling's bright eyes, and she nodded slightly.
Pang Jian said no more. He looked at the messy spiritual materials, wondering how to piece them together into a ghost altar.
"I'll teach you!"
Zhao Ling swung her long beautiful legs forward, squatted next to him beside the ghost altar, and taught him how to stack it.
This fiery woman, like a female leopard, became extremely patient and said as she taught him:
"Generally speaking, we need to pass a note through the ghost altar first, telling the leader when we plan to open the ghost altar to meet him. We can state in advance what we want to do next, or what materials we want to exchange."
"Then, at the time we agreed on, we only need to open the ghost altar and wait for the leader to come."
"If he had seen the note, was willing to meet our demands, and felt it necessary to meet us, he would have shown up at that time."
"We can't always see the leader every time we open the ghost altar, because he is also very busy."
"The Ghost Altar not only allows us to report news to the leader, but also allows us to transfer and trade supplies. Small items can be delivered directly by the Ghost Altar, and we can also get them through the Ghost Altar."
"The Ghost Altar is not omnipotent. Flesh-and-blood creatures like us cannot be transferred through the Ghost Altar."
"… "
Hall Master Zhao Ling not only explained the situation in detail, but also guided Pang Jian almost step by step, teaching him how to build the ghost altar belonging to Yang Yuansen.
Then, insert the small banners on the edge of the ghost altar.
Finally, she pointed to a place where she could put a note stating her demands, and said to Pang Jian, "Whatever you want to do with the ghost altar, you can write a note and put it inside. The leader can see it when he is free."
"oh."
Pang Jian nodded.
He borrowed paper and a brush from Zhao Ling, wrote a request, and threw the note into the empty space in front of him.
Zhao Ling also told him that he needed to use spiritual power to activate the ghost altar.
Pang Jian followed her instructions and transmitted a stream of green spiritual power under her guidance. He felt that the power of the jade in the ghost altar was stimulated and a mysterious array was quietly operating inside.
Soon, the note disappeared without a trace.
"Well, the leader may see your request at some leisure time. You just need to open the ghost altar in the same way at the agreed time and wait for him to come."
"If he didn't come, it might be because he didn't notice or he didn't want to bother with you."
Zhao Ling explained in great detail.
Pang Jian nodded.
…
The third realm.
In the deep mountains and old forests of Xuanyou Continent, inside an extremely wide mountain belly, there is a huge ghost altar, and the surrounding area is also filled with silk flags.
However, the ghost altars and banners, as well as the Xuanyin stones and Kongling jade here are several times larger than those of Meng Qiulan and others.
Han Zhiyuan, who was as thin as a stick, was explaining the situation in detail to Dong Tianze after leaving the center of the ghost altar.
"Some people above needed an organization like the Dark Ghosts, so the Dark Ghosts came into being."
"Dark Ghost, and these ghost altars we painstakingly built, can even communicate with some creatures in the fifth realm at certain times and exchange goods with them."
"Because many rare spiritual materials only exist in the Fifth Realm. It is not convenient for people above to go to the Fifth Realm, nor is it easy to interact with the creatures of the Fifth Realm, so a secret channel is needed."
"As for me, what I have done in the Yinling Temple over the years is actually similar to what you have done in the Dong family. They are all shameful and dark things, such as... controlling the Dark Ghost organization."
Han Zhiyuan looked at Dong Tianze, whose cheekbones were sunken due to his thin face, and said, "From now on, I will need you to share the burden of this matter with me."
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