Who fell for the trap after all? (Fourth update, please subscribe and vote for monthly tickets!)

  The Hundred Herb Sect's Daoist Canon is not adept at offense, and the killing power of the Long Spring Return to Heaven Formation is also not sharp enough. However, as the Hundred Herb Sect's protective mountain formation, its powerful divine ability that borrows from the might of heaven and earth is not something that ordinary cultivators can contend with.

  Even if there are many cultivators, it is still the same, unless they can form an array like the Great Zhou Divine Martial Army, concentrating everyone's spiritual power in one place.

  But there is a saying that quantitative change leads to qualitative change. When the quantity reaches a terrifying number, the situation can no longer be inferred with common sense.

  Thousands of tiger demons, all at once released all the accumulated vengeful spirits, exceeding 10,000 in number.

  Over 10,000 ghosts, including a large number of foundation-building period ghostly cultivators and many Golden Core period ones.

  This force was driven by a frantic killing intent, transformed into a dark torrent, and rushed towards the Changchun Huitian Great Array under Changchun Peak.

  The dense and numerous vengeful spirits made everyone's scalp feel numb.

  The foot of Changchun Peak, the yellowish cloud and mist is the first layer of prohibition of Changchun Huitian Array, containing rich earthy essence, thick and condensed.

  All invaders who enter the yellow cloud and fog will be pressed by the earth's essence, making every step difficult, as if carrying a heavy burden of thousands of pounds. Those with weak cultivation will have their bones crushed, and even being ground into meat patties is not out of the question.

  Although all the ghosts have lost their physical bodies and only left their souls, the yellow cloud and mist of the Changchun Huitian Formation are also effective against the souls.

  As soon as it entered the formation, the goblin's movements suddenly became stiff and slow, and every step forward was extremely difficult.

  But they couldn't withstand the sheer number of vengeful spirits, which were like endless waves, advancing in a relentless tide.

  The ghost tide ignores any obstacles. Rapid progress, not because of the yellow cloud and fog that steps stagnate. Immediately being knocked down by the ghost behind, then trampled all the way through.

  The oni don't care about their companions' lives or deaths. They just charge forward with all their might.

  The vengeful spirits that were trampled to death, however, did not thoroughly disperse, but instead transformed into clusters of black fog, which were absorbed by the swarms of vengeful spirits, strengthening their own bodies.

  In the Tianyun Array of Changchun, the number of Yaoguai is rapidly decreasing. The weak and small Yaoguai are quickly eliminated, with tens of thousands of losses, nearly half remaining, leaving only about 5,000.

  However, the remaining 5,000 vengeful spirits were all elite warriors. Moreover, the crushed weak vengeful spirits' vital energy was completely absorbed by the remaining vengeful spirits, making these already powerful vengeful spirits even more formidable.

  Although the number has decreased, the actual strength has not weakened at all.

  Lin Feng watched this scene, silently laughing: "I don't know what kind of mood Bai Cao Lao Zu is in now? Through his Long Spring Return to Heaven Array, these vengeful spirits are like fine steel that has been tempered by fire. Their quality has actually improved."

  In the Grand Hall at the top of Changchun Peak, Bai Cao Lao Zu was no longer in the mood to sit calmly on his meditation mat. He stood expressionlessly at the center of the hall, his divine sense closely connected with the Changchun Huitian Array, paying attention to the changes within the array's ghostly apparitions.

  These vengeful spirits are at most in the Golden Elixir stage of cultivation. The Old Ancestor of Hundred Grasses can easily wipe them out with a personal move.

  But Geng Jinhu Wang would be delighted to see this scene, as long as Bai Cao Lao Zu reveals a slight flaw. He will immediately take action and tear him into pieces.

  The vanguard has fallen, and the rearguard is taking over. The army of ghosts, which had lost nearly half its numbers, had already climbed to the halfway point on Mount Changchun. They had passed beyond the range of the yellowish cloud cover at the foot of the mountain and entered the emerald green clouds in the middle section of the mountain.

  As soon as they entered the lush green mist, the ghosts' movements all came to a sudden stop.

  In the emerald green mist, a strong life force is the arch-nemesis of these vengeful spirits, just like being in a crucible.

  The vigorous vitality even allowed some divine souls to condense, and the golden elixir period's powerful will briefly restored their memories. Looking at their current miserable state, everyone was overcome with grief and burst into loud wails.

  Moreover, turning back to gaze at the tiger demons below the mountain, their eyes were filled with anger and hatred.

  They felt their own demonic aura change, and the group of golden tiger demons all slightly furrowed their brows, clearly not having expected that the Long Spring Return to Heaven Array would have such an effect.

  The Gengjin Tiger King lazily glanced at the lush green clouds and mist on the mountain waist, and carelessly curled his lips.

  He let out a long, mournful howl, shaking heaven and earth.

  In the long whistle, as if full of infinite magic power, the green cloud and misty ghost heard this long whistle, all settled down.

  Those short-lived revivals of the ghouls, with minds gradually becoming bewildered, lost their sanity once again, and their bodies re-emitted murderous auras, but they no longer had thoughts of their own, transforming back into ghouls that only knew to follow the tiger demon's orders.

  Bai Cao Lao Zu's face was expressionless as he watched this scene, his right hand pinched a finger and grasped a spell.

  Emerald green clouds and mist suddenly burst forth with countless thorny vines, amidst the emerald hue, a faint purple glow seeped through.

  Teng Tiao grew wildly, instantly covering half of the Changchun Peak, binding all the ghostly spirits. Amidst the flow of blue-purple light, a large number of ghostly spirits became dispirited and gradually lost their vitality.

  Especially many foundation period oni, in front of Tōjō they can't be fierce at all.

  Lin Feng gazed at it from afar, his heart slightly stirring: "This vine whip seems to be specially designed to harm people's souls."

  The tigers below also furrowed their brows, and compared to the yellow mist at the foot of the mountain, the various methods in the green mist on the mountain waist were the real huge threat to the vengeful spirits.

  Geng Jinhu Wang glanced at it and nodded slightly: "It's a Soul-Eroding Vine, which specializes in eroding the spirits of living beings. This thing is actually specialized in restraining our Jiangshi."

  The demon king let out a low growl: "Let my subordinate take care of him!"

  Having said that, he urged a body of magic power, and among the many ghosts on the mountain, one of the golden elixir ghosts suddenly changed.

  That Jindan period vengeful spirit was actually a human cultivator who practiced fire-based dao techniques before being swallowed by the demon king and transformed into a vengeful spirit.

  This ghostly creature let out a shrill howl, opening its mouth to spew forth endless flames, a ghastly pale color, yet without the slightest warmth, instead an icy chill assailed everyone.

  A pale white flame fell on the Soul-Eroding Vine, and it suddenly began to burn fiercely.

  With the blessing of Changchun Huitian's law, the Soul-Eroding Vine was endless, and even flames couldn't burn it all away.

  However, a group of oni took advantage of this opportunity and rushed towards the place where the flames were most intense.

  The pale white flames were not scorching sunburns, but rather eerie and sinister dark fires. The ghosts and demons not only didn't fear them, but instead each one of them looked like they had been drugged, making the scene even more astonishing.

  A dozen or so golden elixir stage wraiths formed a sharp blade at the forefront, opening up a path with the help of yin fire. They forcibly opened up a gap in the Soul-Eroding Vine's defenses.

  Many foundation-building period wraiths followed behind, expanding the results of the battle. The gap grew larger and larger until a large army composed of surviving Qi-refining period wraiths from the back crushed Soul Devouring Vine's defense line like a tsunami.

  The spirit of life is the nemesis of yin souls and evil spirits, but conversely, the eerie atmosphere of ghosts will also have an adverse effect on plants.

  Under the gloomy and deadly aura of the vengeful spirits, many plants in the Changchun Huitian formation began to wither and die.

  A group of Jindan period ghosts showed off their magical powers, bringing out all the proud moves they had learned in their previous lives, and broke through the obstruction of the green cloud mist at the waist of the mountain. Rushed into the colorful cloud mist on the top of the mountain.

  And the numerous vengeful spirits behind them also followed closely, charging together at the last line of defense of the Changchun Return to Heaven Formation.

  Lin Feng watched this scene, but his eyebrows were deeply furrowed, staring tightly at Changchun Peak: "I heard that the main function of Baicao Medicine Sect's Changchun Huitian Array is to transform and cultivate spiritual medicine, not for fighting."

  "But even if he's not good at fighting, the host is still Baicao Laozu, a powerful Yuan Ying period cultivator. How could he be so useless? Letting a few Jindan period ghostly spirits lead the team, they're already approaching our doorstep?"

  When something goes wrong, there must be a demon; Lin Feng suppressed his temper and patiently observed.

  However, the Golden Tiger King at the foot of the mountain seemed to think there was nothing wrong. With a lazy swipe of his paw: "All of you come up, if I had known that Baicao Laoer was such a scoundrel, I would have taken over his Changchun Peak several hundred years ago."

  A group of tiger demons all responded in unison. Their faces all revealed bloodthirsty smiles, and they fiercely charged towards Changchun Peak.

  Rushing into the foot of the mountain after the yellow cloud and fog. All the tiger demons' bodies emitted dazzling golden light, flashing like countless steel knives, cutting the yellow earth cloud and fog into fragments.

  "Kill!" The tiger demons charged up the mountain, killing into the green cloud and fog. They had thought that the vengeful spirits had already cleared the way for them, but as they stepped forward in the green cloud and fog, countless black vines suddenly surged out.

  Unlike the previous dark purple Soul-Devouring Vine, these black vines were swollen with many red small packets. When the vines wrapped around the tiger demons' bodies, the red small packets burst one after another, releasing a red liquid that looked like pus.

  The red liquid dripped onto the golden armor of the tiger demon, making a "sizzling" sound, and thick smoke rose up. The tiger demon's iron bones and steel skin could not withstand the corrosion of the red liquid, and they melted away one after another.

  When the red liquid pierced through the outer layer and stained the tiger demons' flesh, they let out a chorus of mournful wails.

  They struggled with all their might, trying to cut off the black vines that flowed with crimson liquid with their sharp claws that could easily crush rocks, but only a few tiger demons of the demon general level could grab and break the vines, while most of the other tiger demons were powerless.

  No matter whether it's steel fangs and claws, or metal blades protruding from the body like sharp knives, they can't cut off these black vines. The vines are not only tough but also incredibly solid.

  In the Grand Hall on the summit of Changchun Peak, the Old Ancestor of Hundred Grasses finally revealed a smile: "A demonic beast is after all a demonic beast. No matter how much it transforms to resemble a human, it's not truly human. With just a slight trick, it took the bait."

  "If I had known earlier that you, the Gengjin Tiger Clan, were a hidden disaster, how could I not have made preparations? This Iron Blood Vine is a rare species that I obtained after traveling across the vast lands of China, searching for various strange flowers and spending many years grafting and cultivating. It was specifically created to deal with your Gengjin Tiger Clan!"

  A group of tiger demons seemed to have also realized that something was amiss and wanted to retreat down the mountain, but the yellowish-brown cloud mist that had appeared insignificant when they came up had suddenly condensed and thickened by a hundred or more times.

  If it was said that the vengeful spirits and tiger demons attacking the mountain previously were just mud, then now they are granite!

  It's clear that previously they were intentionally crippling the Tiger Demon, just for now thoroughly cutting off their retreat.

  "Today, I will annihilate most of the war strength of your Geng Jin Tiger Clan here and thoroughly eliminate this hidden scourge!"

  Changchun Peak's wind and clouds changed suddenly. Lin Feng looked at this scene and thought: "This Baicao Old Ancestor has a big wild ambition."

  He turned his head to look at the Geng Jinhu Wang below the mountain: "The Baicao Old Ancestor finally showed his hand, so, did you really fall for it?"

  Appearing arrogant, but actually having fallen into the trap of Bai Cao Lao Zu, and seeing that he was about to bury over a thousand tribesmen in the Chang Chun Hui Tian formation, Geng Jin Hu Wang, who had been lying lazily on the ground all this time, finally stood up.

  "You old devil of a hundred tricks, you're the one who's been plotting against me!"