A headless creature rode on a ghoul, slowly approaching, its invisible will surging like a tide, causing the wind and clouds to change color.
"Holy crap! This is an evil spirit?" Uncle Boya was dumbfounded, sensing the aura of death emanating from this unusual evil spirit.
This is far more powerful than those they killed before.
"You jinx! As you wished, he's here."
Ling Xiao's expression was solemn. This headless evil spirit was completely different from other evil spirits in appearance. It had a physical form, whether it was the dead horse it was riding or its headless body.
All of this seems to foreshadow a great battle that took place before his death, during which he was beheaded.
Could it be that all evil spirits were cultivators like them in their previous lives, and only became like this for some reason?
You deserve to die!
At that moment, a voice like thunder roared from the headless man, filled with boundless killing intent.
Everyone's expression changed drastically as they felt an unparalleled will sweep over them. Under this pressure, the disciples of the Snow Heaven Clan trembled in their hearts, their faces turned pale, and some even coughed up blood.
This headless evil spirit has reached the seventh level of the Great Dao, making it stronger than any opponent they have encountered before.
"It's over, it's over, we're doomed!" Uncle Boya was almost scared to death. The Chaos-Hole Ancestral Dragon's cultivation was only at the eighth level, while this evil spirit was only one level lower than him.
"It's all your fault, you jinx! You kept babbling on and on, hoping the evil spirit would come. Now that it's here, it's all yours to deal with!"
Golden Horn Dao Lord was so anxious he jumped up and down, cursing Uncle Boya, saying that even a hundred of him wouldn't be a match for a seventh-level evil spirit.
Being targeted by this thing means certain death.
"Leave it to me? Believe me or not, I'll die in front of him in a heartbeat!" Uncle Boya was desperate and reckless.
"That's perfect. Go and hold him off, giving us time to escape," said the Golden Horn Dao Lord.
"I won't! We'll die together!" Uncle Boya sneered.
"Enough with the nonsense. Running away is not a wise choice when facing a seventh-level evil spirit."
Ling Xiao raised his hand and summoned the Heaven-Refining Furnace. Instantly, countless wisps of fire surged forth, intensely blazing and dispelling the surrounding chilling aura.
He struck first, unleashing the refining power of the Cosmos Furnace, which swept over the evil spirits.
"Die! Die! Die!"
The headless evil spirit reached out and conjured a celestial blade, which slashed horizontally, stunning time and shattering space.
A seemingly casual slash reveals astonishing sharpness; man and blade become one, and heaven and earth follow the law. A simple slash elucidates the Great Dao truth.
This strike is no longer a strike, but a sharp divine thought that embodies the unity of Tao and Dharma.
As everyone watched this ultimate strike, tears of blood streamed from their eyes. It was the sharpness of the spirit and will, infused into the intent of the blade. Ordinary beings would suffer severe mental and physical damage just from a single glance.
The Cosmos Furnace was instantly cleaved in two by this single strike, offering no resistance whatsoever.
"The Spirit Sword!"
Ling Xiao's mind stirred, and a powerful mental storm was released from between his brows. He could see that the evil spirit's sword technique was exquisite and masterful, but it was almost entirely a manifestation of spirit. His physical body had long since decayed and was no different from other evil spirits.
Therefore, the best way to deal with evil spirits is to overwhelm them with a powerful spirit, because evil spirits have no physical form, which is what makes them difficult to deal with, but it is also their weakness.
After such a long period of honing, the Spirit Sword has been wielded with effortless mastery.
Like a rainbow spanning the sky, the traces left by the torrent of the Great Dao are full of natural meaning.
"Clank!"
Swords and blades clashed in the void, and sparks of spiritual energy shot out, carving marks and cracks into the void.
"Ah! My head!"
One Snow Heaven Clan couldn't withstand it. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his soul was being torn apart. He felt as if millions of sharp blades were piercing his brain.
However, the headless man's heavenly blade quickly deflected the Spirit Sword and struck Ling Xiao. He did not retreat and blocked the blow.
Boom!
Instantly, Ling Xiao's body trembled violently, his gaze froze, and in that instant, his soul seemed to fall into a deathly silence, wither away, and be completely destroyed.
A demonic spirit at the seventh level of the Great Dao has unparalleled power and is extremely terrifying.
It is countless times stronger than the Blood Moon Demon God of the past.
Although Ling Xiao's spirit and soul are now far superior to what they used to be, roughly equivalent to the sixth level of the half-step Great Dao, he is still quite far from being able to face a seventh-level evil spirit.
Ling Xiao's soul was severely damaged, his sea of consciousness was split in two and was constantly drying up. At this moment, he encountered an unprecedented crisis.
With just one strike, his opponent nearly plunged him into Eternal silence.
He stood motionless in the void, like a pillar supporting the sky, unmoving, like a sculpture.
"Ling Xiao!"
Everyone who saw this panicked. Tianxue Ji let out a shrill scream. She had a premonition that Ling Xiao was in great danger.
"We're doomed! We're really going to have to find a new partner!"
Uncle Boya was pale and looked extremely unwell. He was truly panicked. It might not be as simple as just changing partners; he might even lose himself.
"Damn it! Why am I so unlucky? Becoming a mount is bad enough, but now I'm even in danger of losing my life!"
Golden Horn Dao Lord was so anxious that he jumped around in circles, not knowing whether to run away or stay, and didn't know what to do.
Under the watchful eye of an evil spirit at the seventh level of the Great Dao, he had no chance of escaping; his every move was under its control.
The reason they haven't made a move is probably because of Ling Xiao; the evil spirit wants to deal with this guy who killed the most of its companions first.
Fortunately, he didn't kill too many evil spirits, otherwise he would have been finished.
Ling Xiao fell silent, as if it had completely lost its life, standing motionless in the void.
Within his sea of consciousness, the evil Ling Xiao also suffered a severe blow. They shared the same origin, and their fates were intertwined.
"Ah! You bastard, you piece of trash! You actually got so badly injured, and you dragged me down with you! You deserve to die!"
The Evil Ling Xiao clutched its head and roared madly, its body appearing and disappearing intermittently, showing signs of cracking and on the verge of collapse Destruction.
At this moment, he wished he could devour Ling Xiao immediately and take control, but in the current situation, doing so would be tantamount to courting death.
The evil spirit's sword intent seeped in, destroying everything here, aiming to annihilate both the soul and the spirit.
"Join me in resisting this storm, or we'll all die together."
Ling Xiao's voice rang out. He sat cross-legged in the void, his appearance solemn and dignified. He silently recited the Great Dao Golden Scripture, and countless scriptures flew out from his body and poured down.
"You bastard! You caused this mess yourself, and now you want me to help you?"
The Heart Demon grinned maliciously, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, wishing he could devour Ling Xiao alive to vent his hatred.