Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

Chapter 1941: Chapter 644: Yangming True Master, I’ve Been Waiting Here for You for Quite Some Time!

Lu Changsheng and the Five Poisons Cult Leader headed towards the exit of the Myriad Demon Abyss.

The two were extremely cautious, trying their best to conceal their magic aura to avoid attracting too many demonized beasts.

However, during this process, they inevitably encountered demonized beasts attacking them.

”Puchi!”

With the Great Luo Sword Embryo in hand, Lu Changsheng slashed out brilliant sword light at the Third Rank demonized beasts, swiftly dealing with them and extracting the demonized demon cores and important materials.

If they encountered Fourth Rank demonized beasts, they would flee with the Five Poisons Cult Leader.

If not for his insufficient strength, Lu Changsheng would even consider the Myriad Demon Abyss a great place to attempt slaying Fourth Rank demonized beasts.

Although the flesh and demon cores of demonized beasts are polluted, their value greatly diminished.

But these fierce beasts lacked spiritual intelligence, and if a formation were laid in advance for an ambush, they would be easier to kill than ordinary Fourth Rank Demon Kings.

After spending a month, Lu Changsheng and the Five Poisons Cult Leader safely exited the Myriad Demon Abyss without incident.

”Hoo!”

Upon seeing daylight again, Lu Changsheng let out a long breath of turbid energy.

He felt that the greatest danger of the Myriad Demon Abyss was the demonic qi, evil qi, ghost energy, and other corrupt energies.

Ordinary Core Formation cultivators could barely survive in the Myriad Demon Abyss for long, let alone slay demonized beasts.

Just as he was preparing to leave with the Five Poisons Cult Leader, his eyes suddenly narrowed, looking in one direction: ”Who?”

”Yangming True Master, I’ve been waiting here for a long time.”

A middle-aged man with an ugly face, wearing a dark red ghost robe, stepped out, looking at Lu Changsheng in his mystic robe with a tall and straight posture, said insipidly.

However, he noticed the Five Poisons Cult Leader’s pale face, chaotic mana, and close demeanor with Lu Changsheng, his brows furrowed slightly.

”The Supreme Elder of the Yiming Ghost Sect, Ming Sha True Monarch!”

Although Lu Changsheng had never met him, he recognized him at a glance.

With past grievances with the Yiming Ghost Sect, Lu Changsheng had a basic understanding of the mysterious Supreme Elder, knowing his appearance.

Though his appearance and aura differed significantly now,

Under the entwined magic power mechanism of ghost energy and endless resentments, his identity could still be discerned.

”Master, this is the Yiming Ghost Sect’s Supreme Elder, Ming Sha True Monarch. He must have been informed of our coming to the Myriad Demon Abyss, which is why he’s waiting here.”

The Five Poisons Cult Leader’s face was slightly pale and solemn, transmitting a message to Lu Changsheng, indicating it wasn’t him who informed the other party.

”Hmm.”

Lu Changsheng saw that this Ming Sha True Monarch did not have good intentions and said indifferently: ”I wonder, Daoist friend, what are you waiting here for?”

”Daoist friend? You, a mere Core Formation cultivator, dare call this seat a Daoist friend!”

Ming Sha True Monarch’s face was extremely ugly, his eyes like a dark abyss, burning with ghostly flames, his wide mouth revealing beast-like fangs, his voice chilling and awe-inspiring.

”Back then, while this seat was preparing to advance to Nascent Soul, you came to the Yiming Ghost Sect to cause havoc, causing my sect great disgrace. Moreover, you previously disrupted my sect’s grand plans with the Heavenly Sword Sect of Jiang Country. What do you think this seat is here waiting for?”

Ming Sha True Monarch’s eyes were cold, the dark red robe billowing, endless sinister ghost energy pervaded, forming a terrifying domain akin to a Netherworld Hell.

Upon finishing his words, a ghostly black hand emerged from his sleeve, slapping fiercely towards Lu Changsheng, Nascent Soul-level mana howling out.

”Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!”

Yin wind howled, ghostly cries echoed, making Lu Changsheng feel as if he had reentered the Myriad Demon Abyss, sensing countless malevolent ghosts roaring from all directions, chilling wind blades shooting towards him.

”Clang!”