With Chi You’s Sword and the sound of [bo], a single strike dealt a crushing blow to the Evil Ghost hidden in A Lu Hun’s shadow, the demon in his hand, and A Lu Hun himself!
The Evil Ghost instantly dissolved into wisps of smoke.
The demon exploded from within, and A Lu Hun reeled as though struck by lightning!
Beneath his feet, shadows burst apart one after another.
Chiyou's Five Weapons were objects of extreme ferocity and baleful power, prepared by Han Dynasty shamans to guard tombs. Their potency was certainly nothing to scoff at.
With that single sword strike, it was as though an evil spirit had followed A Lu Hun's shadow back into his body, slipping beneath his skin.
Under his skin, the faces he had refined into Evil Ghosts turned against him, burrowing toward his Mind-Repository Dharma Treatise to destroy his cultivation.
Enraged, A Lu Hun offered his own body as a sacrifice and visualized Mahavairocana himself.
Beneath his feet.
One shadow shattered, and another appeared. Only after dozens of shadows had exploded in succession did A Lu Hun return to normal.
But in that time, Lin Feng's sword had fallen like a torrential downpour, already hacking him into fragments.
His skin was anything but ordinary.
Even metal could not compare to it.
In mere moments, the once-mighty A Lu Hun had been chopped to pieces by Lin Feng's ritual sword, dead beyond all doubt.
At the same time.
An enormous skeletal hand appeared behind Lin Feng and lunged viciously at him.
It belonged to another A Lu Hun.
The skeletal hand was formed from countless infant hand bones joined together, with skin still hanging from them.
The sound of thousands of infants crying emanated from the hand, bewildering its target's soul and throwing their thoughts