#735 - The mantis moth shows its might, the real god of death

At the same time that battle was happening, different battles were also taking place on this massive sand dune.

Like those people, they were lying in wait in the sand dunes, quietly waiting for an opportunity to hunt.

These sands, after being refined through rituals, were simply the best tools for concealment; ordinary people's divine sense was simply unable to detect the situation within.

At this moment, in the distant horizon, a group of people were riding on several giant monsters, flying rapidly towards this place.

Qin Qipeng's pupils suddenly constricted, and he was just about to speak.

In the next moment, with a loud bang!

The sand beneath them suddenly exploded, and dense sand, like countless bullets, shot upwards with a whooshing sound. At the same time, large patches of black mist surged out from the exploded sand, exuding an indescribable and eerie feeling.

The surrounding people were immediately startled and hurriedly summoned their immortal treasures to defend themselves.

However, these sand grains that were shooting towards them actually caused almost zero damage.

They were all riding on praying mantises, and the sand shooting up from below was mostly blocked by the praying mantises. The dense clanging sound of impacts never ceased.

The praying mantises were indeed worthy of the title 'God of Death'; even if their carapaces had not been evolved, they were still comparable to immortal treasures, and not even a trace of damage was left behind.

But in doing so, these praying mantises were instantly enraged, and they let out strange, angry roars of "Squeak, squeak, squeak" towards the bottom, their scarlet eyes bursting with icy killing intent.

"Ghost Mist!"

Zong Yao was shocked: "Young Master, be careful, it's a Ghost Immortal!"

Ghost Immortals are the most troublesome existences among all cultivators. Some can even transform between the real and the illusory, formless and intangible, making them difficult to capture. Their special ghost energy can also directly affect the divine soul through the physical body, making them extremely troublesome and the existences that cultivators are most unwilling to deal with.

At this moment, the ghost mist had already spread to a very large area, enveloping everyone inside.

Qin Qipeng and the others immediately fell into a gloomy space, and all sorts of ghostly wails and howls rang in their ears, the weeping of women, the roars of monsters, and eerie sneers intertwined, giving people an unparalleled sense of suffocating pressure.

At the same time, various hazy phantoms wandered around.

This place seemed to have formed a special ghost domain space, making it difficult to detect where the opponent's attack was coming from, and even divine soul probing became extremely difficult.

Qin Qipeng's heart sank. Even he was affected by this ghost domain. Even if he opened the Kunpeng Secret Art, the range he could probe was very limited.

"Hold me tight!"

At this moment, Qin Qipeng did not dare to be careless. This ghost domain seemed to be jointly cast by a large number of Ghost Immortals, and the group effect it formed was not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Not far away, a young man in a black robe floated in mid-air, his face as pale as paper, and his expression sinister: "It's actually the Kunpeng clan, good, good, good, their blood is a great tonic. Minions, kill them for me! All the spoils you obtain are yours!"

The surrounding ghost mist suddenly became even more restless, and the ghost shadows hidden within immediately became extremely excited, and they rushed towards Qin Qipeng and the others.

Swish, swish, swish!

In an instant, countless phantoms came from all directions, carrying various cold auras, accompanied by a large number of strange treasures, blood-stained flying knives, skulls emitting black light, dim ghost claws…

This scene immediately made Zong Yao and the others' scalps tingle.

Some clansmen tried to summon immortal treasures to resist, but after the immortal treasures flew out and passed through those phantoms, they immediately realized something was wrong. They couldn't touch the other party at all, but instead seemed to be trapped in a swamp, unable to retrieve them even if they wanted to.

His face was a little pale, and his immortal treasure had already been defiled by the other party's ghost energy.

"Damn ghost things!"

Someone cursed angrily, "It would be great if there were bald donkeys from the Buddhist sect here, they are the best at dealing with these things!"

Under the same cultivation level, Ghost Dao Immortals do have a huge advantage, not to mention that the other party's numbers are obviously much larger than their own.

Zong Yao's expression was cold and stern. He snorted coldly and shouted: "Don't be afraid, our Kunpeng clan is not to be trifled with either. Our clan blood is of yang nature, blood attack!"

As he said that, he unhesitatingly slashed open his palm and smeared a large amount of blood on the immortal treasure. In this way, the other party's ghost energy would not be able to defile it.

The other clansmen immediately woke up and followed suit.

Seeing this scene, the white-faced youth in the depths of the ghost mist said disdainfully: "A waste of effort!"

The Kunpeng clan's blood does have a certain restraining effect on Ghost Immortals, but they occupy an absolute numerical advantage here, and their overall cultivation level is not low. In his opinion, these people are just struggling on their deathbeds.

At this moment, Qin Qipeng took a deep breath and was about to slash open his palm to defend against the enemy when the praying mantis under his feet suddenly turned its head and squeaked.

Qin Qipeng was immediately stunned. Although it could not speak, he could roughly understand what it meant: "You can deal with them?"

The praying mantis nodded, and then roared towards the surroundings, instantly spitting out large patches of white silk.

These white silks were extremely fast, like sharp blades shooting towards the surroundings.

"That's it?"

A Ghost Immortal who had transformed into a state of nothingness revealed a disdainful sneer, rushing straight forward without caring at all. He was not even afraid of ordinary immortal treasures, so would he be afraid of white silk sprayed out by a monster?

However, in the next moment, his smile froze.

This white silk seemed to have a strange stickiness. At the moment it passed through his body, it actually forcibly pulled him out of the state of nothingness.

More white silk invaded, instantly sticking to him and wrapping him tightly, unable to be torn apart even by ghost energy.

"What the hell is this thing!"

This Ghost Immortal revealed an expression as if he had seen a ghost, screaming in alarm.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was the ghost.

Not only him, all the Ghost Immortals who were hit by the white silk encountered the same fate. They were all pulled out of the state of nothingness and directly stuck.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak—"

The other praying mantises also raised their heads and sprayed white silk. These white silks were connected to each other, and they actually formed a huge white net in this ghost mist, and under the control of the praying mantises, they scooped towards the surrounding Ghost Immortals.