Chapter 235: Chapter 199: Evil Cultivator

Their faces were pale, their makeup bizarre; these people resembled paper effigies, walking with stiff steps, yet moving at an alarmingly fast pace, carrying a large red coffin all too familiar from Yang Xiao's dreams.

It was undoubtedly the funeral procession from Yang Xiao's nightmares.

The procession headed straight for the Ghost Bodhisattva, and in the blink of an eye, it was upon him—the large red coffin slamming violently into the Ghost Bodhisattva.

At the moment of collision, the Ghost Bodhisattva, and the huge Great Dust Whisk that was about to smash down, both vanished, while the funeral procession continued marching, not stopping until they disappeared into the mist on the other side.

His head throbbing, knees weakening, the side effects of using the Underworld Robe were approaching; the sound of running footsteps came from behind, and Yang Xiao instinctively looked back.