Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy-One
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From within the Ghost Banner, three Fierce Ghosts stepped forth.
These three Fierce Ghosts consisted of two males and one female.
The two males were both clad in ancient soldier-like armor, while the female wore Qing Dynasty attire, an old crone with a face full of resentnt and fingers sharp as tendrils, resembling vines.
As the three Fierce Ghosts appeared, a terrible oppressive ghostly force spread out.
"So formidable, each one is a hundred-year-old ghost, no less than Yue Ling was."
Long Xiaoshan was inwardly shocked.
This Black-robed Taoist was much more powerful than Daoist Ma he had killed before, that Daoist Ma couldn’t even control a single hundred-year-old ghost, yet this Black-robed Taoist was raising three of them, especially that crone dressed in Qing palace attire, who was even more ghostly and chilling.
The Black-robed Taoist cackled, "These three Fierce Ghosts were cultivated from a Qing Dynasty concubine’s ancient tomb that I excavated. Consort Shu died alone and old in the Cold Palace, her resentnt deep. Let’s see how you withstand this."
He swiftly beckoned to the Ghost Banner.
The two Ghost Generals abruptly drew their sabers and slashed towards Long Xiaoshan.
anwhile, the ghostly Consort Shu, with a spine-chilling sneer, extended her fingers like serpents, sending ten chill-infused ghostly fingers piercing towards Long Xiaoshan.
Long Xiaoshan waved his hand and hurled three Fireball Talismans.
Boom, boom, boom!
Three streaks of flas passed by.
The three Fierce Ghosts remained entirely unhard.
"Damn it, get lost!" Long Xiaoshan roared as he threw a punch.
Awoo~
A Celestial Wolf howled!
A colossal wolf phantom burst forth, Fist Intent solidified, charging at a Fierce Ghost—crash! The Fierce Ghost’s saber struck the Celestial Wolf, shattering into pieces.
The Fierce Ghost was also sent reeling back by that punch’s Fist Intent.
Whoosh!
A saber slashed down, forcing Long Xiaoshan to quickly tumble away to dodge.
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
Ten pitch-black, sharp ghost fingers stabbed towards Long Xiaoshan.
Splat!
Long Xiaoshan was unable to evade in ti.
A ghost finger pierced through his shoulder, and instantly, a cold, dark corrosive force surged into his body, containing a powerful force of resentnt that tried to muddle Long Xiaoshan’s mind.
Longevity Art True Qi was imdiately activated.
Pale green True Qi flowed to the wound, suppressing the dark corrosive force.
As for the resentnt, Long Xiaoshan’s Deity Spirit body was a bane to ghosts and spirits, and thus he dissolved it without any issues.
"No good, these three Fierce Ghosts are too strong in combat!"
The two Ghost Generals were by no ans inferior to Yu Cheng, and they were far more cunning and difficult to handle.
The female ghost was even more formidable.
And he couldn’t use the Heavenly Eye’s Divine Skills, the Light of Divine Punishnt, continuously; it required a period of preparation.
After rolling out of the way, Long Xiaoshan hastily took out the Hundred Ghosts Banner and waved it. A cloud of black smoke billowed from the banner. At that mont, the two Ghost Generals charged once more, brandishing their battle sabers towards Long Xiaoshan.
A long spear suddenly lanced out from within the black smoke.
Like a swimming dragon, it burst through the battle sabers, impaling one of the Ghost Generals. The spear drew a dazzling arc, and with a whistle, it slamd the impaled Ghost General into the other, boom!
The two Ghost Generals exploded into a cloud of black smoke, writhing.
Then, from within the Hundred Ghosts Banner, out stepped a commanding Ghost General, spear carried on his back, saying indifferently, "Leave these two to ."
The two writhing clouds of smoke took shape again into Ghost Generals.
Being shadowy and incorporeal, naturally, they could not be killed by a single spear thrust.
As Yue Ling finished speaking, he vibrated the spear in his hand, lifting waves of spear shadows, enveloping the two recently revived Ghost Generals in an instant.
The Black-robed Taoist Priest, who stood by the side, saw this scene and was stunned with shock.
How could he possess a Magic Artifact from the Black Scale Gate?
No, that’s wrong!
It’s my nephew’s Hundred Ghosts Banner, but even with the Hundred Ghosts Banner, from where could he have summoned such a powerful Ghost General?
Yue Ling’s spear moved like a dragon, fluidly opening and closing like a net, slaughtering his two hundred-year-old Ghost Generals who were caught off guard. Had it not been for the special nature of their ghostly bodies, which could reassemble even shattered bones, they would have long been killed by Yue Ling.
Long Xiaoshan watched Yue Ling’s formidable prowess with a surge of joy in his heart.
Indeed, a descendant of the Martial Ancestor, even though there seed a vast difference in Ghost Path cultivation, his strength was still enough to completely overpower the two Ghost Generals.
Suddenly!
A bone-chilling Ghost Qi swept over.
The ghostly Consort Shu attacked, her ten fingers like ten black snakes, twisting and writhing as they surged over like a cover from the sky.
Long Xiaoshan’s eyes were cold as he took out the Fla Precious Saber from his Space Ring.
Infused with True Qi, he ferociously slashed down with the blade.
The patterns on the precious saber suddenly lit up, followed by a beam of fiery light that soared into the sky. The flas rolled and spiraled upward, forming a more than ten-ter-long Fla Saber Aura that roared as it slashed down.
Consort Shu let out a scream.
Facing the terrifying Fla Saber Aura, she quickly retracted her fingers, transforming into a thick smoke as she tried to flee. However, with the Saber Aura extending over ten ters, she was still too slow, and the giant fla blade cut across her body.
Consort Shu wailed.
The flas ignited her body, burning fiercely.
Within the flas, Consort Shu lasted for more than a dozen breaths before finally being reduced to ashes.
"Superior Grade Magical Instrunt!"
Seeing Consort Shu turn to ash within the flas, the black-robed elder almost wet himself with fear.
To be able to cut down such a powerful ghost as Consort Shu with one strike.
He could only think of a Superior Grade Magical Instrunt.
The black-robed elder hadn’t expected that Long Xiaoshan would possess a Superior Grade Magical Instrunt. What kind of legacy had he received? Heavenly Eye divine skills, Superior Grade Magical Instrunts, any one of these things would shock and awe the realm of cultivators.
Enough to stir up a storm of blood and wind in the circles of cultivation.
Yet this rural peasant had both.
The black-robed elder felt both hatred and envy.
He hated that the strongest ghost he nurtured died at the hands of Long Xiaoshan.
He envied the kid’s damn good luck.
To possess a Superior Grade Magical Instrunt.
If he had those things in his hands, even controlling Black Scale Gate would be effortless. No, he must obtain this kid’s legacy.
Greed churned in the heart of the black-robed elder.
Suddenly, a beam of firelight soared into the sky.
The sight revealed Long Xiaoshan, having killed the female ghost, was now brandishing the Fla Precious Saber as he charged over, slashing the blade towards him. The black-robed elder panicked; it was too late to use his substitution technique, so he consecutively threw out several defensive asures and brandished the Yin Wood Law Sword as he shouted and stabbed towards the Fla Precious Saber.
Bang!
Within the massive flash of firelight.
A figure engulfed in flas tumbled awkwardly out, rolling several tis on the ground to extinguish the flas.
The black-robed Daoist was seen with his clothes in tatters, his hair completely singed, and the Magical Sword turned into two chunks of charred wood. His face was grave, "Damn it, the Superior Grade Magical Instrunt is too powerful."
Long Xiaoshan, wielding the Superior Grade Magical Instrunt, completely overwheld him.
Even his Magical Artifact was destroyed.
As he watched Long Xiaoshan raise the saber once again.
The black-robed Daoist turned to flee.
"Where do you think you’re going!"
Long Xiaoshan swiftly executed a third slash, Bang!
The black-robed elder exploded.
The Fla Saber Aura slashed into the ground, creating a trench over ten ters long.
Yet, there wasn’t a trace of joy on Long Xiaoshan’s face.
The black-robed Daoist had escaped.
The last slash had not killed the black-robed Daoist; his Heavenly Eye saw a figure spewing fresh blood as it dashed into the woods.
And he, wanting to pursue, was already too exhausted.
Although the Superior Grade Magical Instrunt was mighty, the three strikes had depleted all of his True Qi, his Dantian empty, not a drop remained.
At this ti, if the black-robed Daoist had chosen to stay, it wasn’t certain who would have died.
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