A Hundred Ghosts Emerge, Yin Energy Soars!

"???"

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Dong Xiaoyu discovered her disguise had been torn away. Instantly, her fangs were bared, and her black hair rose and fluttered without a breeze. Combined with her rotting, foul-smelling face, the sight was enough to make anyone shudder.

"What business is it of yours what art I use?" Fei Luo raised an eyebrow. "Since This Seat has come here today, I shall ensure you ghosts and monsters are sent to reincarnation, to the place where you belong."

Hearing this, Dong Xiaoyu's red robes swayed in the wind. She sneered, "Little Daoist, I see you have delicate skin and tender flesh, and haven't cultivated for many days. Don't think you can act fierce just because you hold a strange object."

"I've killed eighty, if not a hundred, Daoists. I have never seen one as arrogant as you."

"Hundred Ghosts, emerge! Attack!"

Dong Xiaoyu flicked her sleeves, and thick ghost energy surged from her fingertips into the heads of the ghosts in the courtyard. The creatures instantly went berserk, their eyes glowing with a terrifying red light as they shrieked and lunged at Fei Luo.

"Fei Luo, let's run! This is a place of great evil," Qiusheng whispered fearfully, cowering behind Fei Luo.

He knew Fei Luo was strong, but there were hundreds of ghosts here, not to mention Dong Xiaoyu, whose depth was unknown.

Could Fei Luo possibly handle such a formation?

"Ignorant of life and death, wanting to run now? Too late!" Dong Xiaoyu's vicious nature was fully revealed. She continuously poured ghost energy into the monsters below, causing the already tangible ghost energy in the courtyard to grow even more potent.

"I will capture you and torture you slowly." Just then, Dong Xiaoyu seemed to notice something amiss. "Good grief, you actually killed a few of my little sisters! You stinking Daoist, I'll make sure you die a miserable death!"

She had called out to her sisters several times just now, but received no response.

With this realization, coupled with Fei Luo's appearance, Dong Xiaoyu immediately understood that her sisters had met an unfortunate end.

"Die a miserable death?" Fei Luo looked at the charging ghosts and scoffed. "Don't worry, This Seat will make sure to send you to reunite with them shortly."

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

As he spoke, several evil ghosts lunged forward. A nauseating stench hit his face, but Fei Luo swung his Flowing Cloud Sword with wide, sweeping motions, wielding the precious blade as if it were a simple baton.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Wherever the blade passed, the ghosts were sliced in two; not a single one was a match for Fei Luo.

In the blink of an eye, Fei Luo had already slain over a dozen ghosts.

Yet, these ghosts seemed to fear no death, continuing to swarm forward like locusts.

"Soul Capture Art, Suppress and Kill!"

Fei Luo was busy protecting Qiusheng while cutting down ghosts, but even two fists cannot fight four hands. At that moment, four ghosts opened their blood-filled maws to bite at Qiusheng.

Whoosh!

The same brilliant blue light swept past, but this time, it carried the power of suppression and slaughter.

"Ah!" Qiusheng covered his eyes in terror, but the next moment, he heard the sound of bubbles popping before him. He opened his eyes to look.

Good heavens!

This laser was incredible; it swept past and the ghosts simply turned into fly ash?

"Stay close to me." Fei Luo only had time to give Qiusheng that one instruction before he continued to wield the Flowing Cloud Sword to slaughter the evil spirits.

"My god..." Qiusheng finally focused his attention on observing Fei Luo.

In his sight, Fei Luo was like a god of war, his body suffused with a faint aura of magic power. The three-foot blade in his hand cut through iron as if it were mud, and nothing could withstand a single strike from his sword.

Can a precious artifact be used like this?

Qiusheng was a bit dazed, recalling the ancient texts he had read.

The power of a precious artifact far exceeded that of a standard magical tool. After ordinary iron is nourished by magic power for a long time, it can cut through metal and restrain evil spirits.

But activating a precious artifact requires a massive amount of magic power.

In this Age of Dharma Decline, spiritual energy is scarce, making cultivation difficult for practitioners. Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would find it impossible to use a precious artifact for prolonged combat.

Thus, talismans and magical tools became prevalent in this era.

Talismans involve inscribing Daoist arts onto paper; one only needs to chant a mantra to use them. Even mortals can use low-level talismans like the Zombie Suppression Talisman or control talismans.

High-end talismans, however, require a fine thread of magic power to trigger the powerful Daoist arts inscribed upon them.

But what the hell was Fei Luo doing?

He could keep holding a precious artifact to kill ghosts?

"Don't just stand there. Cultivate well when you return. Once you consume the Marrow Cleansing Pill, you will be able to reach my level." Fei Luo killed three evil ghosts in front of him and looked back at the stunned Qiusheng.

"Yes, Junior Brother Fei Luo." Unknowingly, Qiusheng's attitude toward Fei Luo had become exceptionally respectful.

Not only had he ventured into a tiger's den to save him today, but he possessed such formidable strength and didn't even hoard his treasures, choosing instead to help his fellow disciples.

This was the true demeanor of a master.

Looking at himself—his Dao heart was unstable, his cultivation was sloppy, and he had been bewitched by a mere female ghost without even realizing it.

He had to become stronger. He would never be a burden to Junior Brother Fei Luo again.

Watching Fei Luo cut through ghosts as easily as chopping vegetables, Qiusheng made a firm resolution in his heart.

Gradually, the ghosts in the courtyard began to fear.

Fei Luo was simply too terrifying.

Driven by his tyrannical magic power, the three-foot azure blade in his hand became a scythe of death; these evil ghosts were like leeks, fit only to be harvested as they stepped forward.

Ghosts were not devoid of the fear of death; faced with absolute power, a sensation known as terror began to take root in their hearts.

Hm? Dong Xiaoyu's pupils constricted, and she thought in shock, How is it that his aura hasn't weakened in the slightest?

"What? Are you afraid?" Fei Luo looked at Dong Xiaoyu in the air and said disdainfully, "If these are all the crooked melons and split dates you have, then you needn't resist any longer, for it is all in vain."

How could Fei Luo not see that Dong Xiaoyu was trying to exhaust his strength?

Unfortunately, his meridians were as wide as streams, his magic power endless and inexhaustible—how could she possibly fathom it?

Ignoring the shock in her heart, Dong Xiaoyu gave a cold smile. She curled her fingers into claws and slammed a storm of yin energy toward the ground. "Ghost soldiers and ghost generals! Appear!"

Boom!

As Dong Xiaoyu cast her spell, waves of white smoke billowed up from the ground.

"Hiss~"

As the smoke cleared, Qiusheng's pupils shrank violently, and he drew a sharp breath.

Hanged ghosts!

An entire legion of hanged ghosts, along with over a dozen three-meter-tall, giant-like ghost generals!

Hanged ghosts were spirits filled with deep resentment; their baleful energy soared to the heavens after death, and they were the most adept at taking human lives.

Seeing this, Fei Luo smiled faintly. "So this is your trump card. Qiusheng, go wait for me outside the courtyard."

"Gulp~" Terrified to the point his legs went weak, Qiusheng nodded and scrambled toward the exit.

He knew that if he stayed here any longer, he would surely become a burden to Fei Luo.

Fei Luo had been wondering how mere ordinary evil ghosts could condense such heaven-piercing yin energy.

It turned out that hundreds of fierce ghosts were lurking beneath the ground.

Moreover, each one was no less powerful than the Red-Clad Female Ghost he had slain at the start.

Today, he would raze this ghost lair to the ground!