Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 450: Seven Saints Press Down the City, White Bones Lament, Thunder Machines Hidden Edge Break Through the Night (Please Subscribe!)
In the sky above Huanglong City, dark clouds rolled like ink, and the pressure from the seven ghost saints was like a collapsing mountain. The entire city below groaned under the erosion of ghost energy.

The evil-repelling stone talismans on the city wall exploded one after another, and the first city gate collapsed with a loud bang amid flying debris.

"The east gate has been breached!" The shrill roars of the Huanglong City defenders were drowned out by the ghost howls.

Out of the rolling black fog, a ferocious ghost general with three heads and six arms stepped out. Each head had deer antlers, and each of his six arms held an evil weapon such as a bone hammer and a human skin drum.

Wherever it passed, pale poisonous threads grew on the bluestone ground, devouring the flesh and blood of the fallen soldiers.

Almost at the same time, a deafening noise was heard from the South Gate.

A giant elephant-like monster smashed the city gate, but its trunk was a tentacle covered with suction cups. It casually rolled up the fleeing people and stuffed them into its mouth.

It carried a scarlet sedan chair on its back, with its curtains moving without wind. A woman holding a baby could be vaguely seen sitting inside. The baby had a green face and fangs, and suddenly it turned its head and giggled at the defenders. Dozens of the defenders died instantly with blood coming out of their seven orifices.

Because they are facing the law of death directly, even if the opponent does not make a real attack, they still cannot bear it.

"It's the ghost mother who eats babies!" The old Taoist on the city wall turned pale when he saw it. He immediately closed his eyes and stumbled back trembling.

Before he could finish his words, the northwest corner of the city wall suddenly collapsed.

Countless skeletal arms crawled out from the cracks in the ground, and a hunchbacked old ghost with disheveled hair and a lantern in his hand slowly ascended the bone ladder.

Hanging around its waist is a string of skull lanterns, each of which holds a struggling soul, illuminating its featureless face.

"Playing tricks!" At this moment a red rainbow came through the sky, and the blood beads of all spirits were spinning around his body.

Before the escaping light arrived, several deep red blood-colored sword lights had already cut down, fierce and sharp, unstoppable.

The lantern held by the hunchbacked old ghost suddenly lit up, and he said hoarsely: "I didn't expect that it was Guard Lu who came in person? Blood River Demon Soldier, is this your trump card? In this case, I am quite honored."

Before he finished his words, hundreds of ghost cages suddenly broke free from their chains and flew out, forming an intricate ghost formation in the air.

A distorted human face appeared in each lantern, emitting a heart-wrenching wail. The sound was as if it had substance, shaking the bricks and stones of the city wall to pieces.

Although Lu Cheng was protected by the Blood River soldiers, he still felt a stinging pain in his eardrums, and his soul in the Niwan Palace was slightly trembling. He was secretly shocked. This old man's sound attack technique had reached perfection. It was still okay for a short period of time, but if it lasted for a long time, it would be difficult to resist with only the Wanling Blood Pearl and the Blood River Bodyguard.

"Giggle cluck..."

A burst of baby laughter suddenly interrupted. The baby-eating ghost mother had abandoned the giant elephant and floated behind Lu Cheng. The ghost baby in her arms suddenly opened its completely black eyes and opened its little mouth:
"puff!"

A smelly blood arrow shot out at an astonishing speed.

There was a river of blood surrounding Lu Cheng, which helped him to dodge sideways. The blood arrow hit the protective blood river, and a huge amount of the blood river was corroded but was quickly filled again.

"Blood River Road soldiers, kill them!"

Lu Cheng pointed his sword and the military token on his waist glowed with blood.

A blood dragon's head suddenly emerged from the blood river. The dragon took the lead, sweeping its majestic and powerful body across, and slamming its hammer-like head towards the baby-eating ghost mother.

"How dare a mere Taoist soldier act so arrogantly in front of me?" The Ghost Mother sneered. Suddenly, pale ghost hands stretched out from all around the scarlet sedan chair. The black finger knives were so sharp that they clamped the attacking blood dragon tightly.

Seeing this, the Ghostly Lantern Saint suddenly shrank the lantern formation. Seventy-two green ghost fires fell to the ground like meteors, quickly merged into a ball, and crashed into Lucheng.

The ghost fire spell is extremely vicious and if it is practiced to a high level, it can also burn a river of blood.

At this moment, a sneer appeared on Lu Cheng's lips.

"Very good, that's what we've been waiting for!"

He suddenly made a strange hand gesture with his right hand, and wiped the All-Spirit Blood Pearl with his left hand - the blood pearl melted like wax and turned into a three-foot-long red dagger.

The blade was covered with strange blood patterns like a talisman. As soon as it appeared, the blood river around it evaporated and boiled.

“This is… the Blood River Divine Sword?!” The Ghostly Lamp Saint’s spell was paused, and his voice fluctuated for the first time: “So it was really you who used the blood souls of the three tribes of the Two-Headed Barbarians to refine this treasure!”

There aren't so many cultivators who can achieve high achievements in practicing the Blood Dao technique, and why do they all gather in the Huangyun Mansion?
Lu Cheng laughed loudly upon hearing this, and cast a spell to make the blade turn slightly. The dead on the blade suddenly came to life, transforming into countless barbarian faces screaming in pain. Each face was struggling, but was imprisoned by the blade, becoming an eternal prisoner.

"That's right! This is exactly what I did, specially prepared for you!"

The sword suddenly appeared.

There was no earth-shattering sound, only a thin blood line as thin as a hair across the void. Wherever the blood line passed, tiny cracks appeared in the space, which could not heal for a long time.

"Crack!"

The natal lantern held by the hunchbacked old man of the Ghost Saint of Phantom Lantern shattered with a sound. The soul imprisoned in the lantern did not have time to cheer before it was pulled by the blood line and sucked into the Blood River Divine Sword while wailing.

"what!"

The Ghost Saint of Phantom Lantern let out a scream that was not like a human voice, and his hunched body first disintegrated, and then regrouped in a direction not far away.

The broken natal magic weapon was one of the foundations of his cultivation for thousands of years. Now that it was destroyed, his cultivation level suddenly dropped a small level, and his magic power declined a little.

Although the Blood River Divine Sword is extremely costly to refine and use, and consumes resentful souls, its power is indeed enormous and its sharpness is incredibly sharp!

"Youdeng, be careful!" The baby-eating ghost mother sensed something was wrong. The ghost baby in her arms suddenly swelled into a giant baby about ten feet tall, and opened its bloody mouth to bite towards Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng did not dodge or evade. The Blood River Divine Sword that was killing the Ghost Saint of Ghost Lantern just a moment ago suddenly appeared and blocked in front of him.

The ghost baby bit down on the blade, and all the sharp teeth in his mouth were broken. What was even more terrifying was that countless barbarian souls on the blade rushed into the ghost baby's mouth like sharks smelling blood.

The blood, the ghostly energy, refined and washed away each other.

'Strange, Master Lu has always been famous for his magic talismans and thunder, and he has also obtained the true teachings of the Taiqing Talisman Dao. Why is he relying solely on the power of the Myriad Spirits Blood Pearl and the Blood River Taoist Soldiers this time?

Although the Blood Dao technique is powerful, it does not restrain ghost cultivators! ? '

Zhao Hanshan, who was fighting with swords nearby, noticed this and was confused for a moment, but the tragic battle in front of him soon drew all his attention to it.

This guy also has a bad fate. He was the one who greeted Lu Cheng when he first came. Later, he quickly collected enough spiritual objects to refine the Nascent Soul stage, but encountered this catastrophe. If he had not been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, he would not have been transferred to the front line in every battle.

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In Huangyun City, above the City Lord’s Mansion.

Han Qingyun's Taoist robe was stained with blood, and the whisk in his hand was mostly broken.

Contrary to ghost expectations, he did not flee. Looking at the three ghosts gradually approaching outside the mansion, he smiled bitterly and said, "Old Heart-Eating Ghost, do you Netherworld Ghost Clan really want to fight to the death with my Taiqing Sect?"

The blue-robed old ghost in the middle smiled sinisterly, revealing a mouthful of black teeth: "If Daoist Fellow Han is willing to hand over the Huangyun Dao Palace, I can decide to let you go freely."

The border areas of Taiqing Sect often have such large space magic weapons, which allow the local lord to escape with the elite monks of the area when things are out of control.

Of course, there can be the wife, daughters and disciples of the mansion lord among them, but the vast majority are relatively more promising local young cultivators, who can leave behind the spark of preaching.

The Heart-Eating Ghost Saint's request was that Han Qingyun abandon the sect's rules for the sake of his own life, and he also wanted to seize the Huangyun Taoist Palace and sacrifice the monks there.

"Bullshit!" Han Qingyun suddenly jumped up, and the broken whisk swung out thousands of silver threads. These silver threads grew longer when they met the wind, and in a blink of an eye, they turned into chains that wrapped around the three ghosts.

Unexpectedly, the Ghost Saint on the far left suddenly transformed into Han Qingyun's most beloved disciple, crying out:
"Master, save me!"

This is a ghost method similar to the "Seven Emotions Bewitching Method", and it is even more profound and advanced. The attainments of the Phantom Ghost Saint in this method are not comparable to the mediocre Lu Cheng's original body. Once it is performed, it completely transcends rational self-control, and the competition is entirely about the mental cultivation of both parties.

Han Qingyun's heart was shaken, and the silver silk chain of the whisk in his hand suddenly became stagnant. The ghost saint on the right took the opportunity to cast a spell, and a rainbow light suddenly shot out from his forehead!
The light was straight and fast, piercing through the sky, as if there was nothing in the world that could not be pierced.

This was the Dark Light Death Light, one of the Nether Ghost Clan's clan-stabilizing techniques. Once the light hit, even a Divine Transformation cultivator could be killed instantly, destroying thousands of years of cultivation in an instant.

But at this moment, a huge ball of divine thunder and lightning suddenly emerged from the City Lord's Mansion, and the golden light was leaping and brilliant.

This is the Qiantian True Yang Divine Thunder. As long as the Huangyun Mansion is not completely conquered, the power of the Qiantian True Yang Divine Thunder Net Array will only be weakened but not completely broken. What's more, this array has been set up here for countless years. This condensed Qiantian True Yang Divine Thunder even has some spirituality, which can assist the Mansion Master in his cultivation. It is also one of the most precious assets of the Huangyun Mansion.

Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Ball appeared beside Han Qingyun. The leaping electric light seemed to disrupt time and space, and it seemed that the thunder ball affected some kind of force field.

In short, that ray of dark light of death narrowly missed Han Qingyun and hit a huge mountain behind him, turning the mountain into ashes in an instant!

With this buffer, Han Qingyun quickly broke free from the influence of the ghost magic of the Ghost Saint of Illusion and cast a protective talisman to regroup.

"This is what you rely on to escape but you don't. You really don't know how to live or die."

The expression of the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint gradually became indifferent, and then he pounced forward and approached Han Qingyun quickly like a ghost.

He is the strongest ghost god among the seven saints of the Netherworld Ghost Clan in Xuanyin Demon Gorge. He practices the Netherworld Ghost Clan's clan-stabilizing technique, the Netherworld Bone Tempering Technique. This magical skill is the most difficult to practice, and has the greatest potential. When practiced to the highest level, it can even turn death into life, revive the dead, and greatly weaken the power of the ghost clan's natural calamity.

It is the only one among the nine skills of the ghost clan that has a chance of being cultivated into an immortal.

Han Qingyun was dressed in a Taoist robe, and the whisk in his hand turned into a waterfall of silver threads with every swing of his hand. With the blessing of Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Ball beside him, each silver thread was wrapped with dazzling golden lightning.

He took the Seven Star Steps, and his figure left seven incarnations in the void, which were difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. This was the secret magic of the Taiqing Sect.

"Heart-eating old ghost, today I will let you see the power of the Taiqing orthodoxy!"

Before he finished speaking, Han Qingyun made a hand gesture with his left hand and swung the whisk with his right hand. Thousands of silver threads suddenly turned into several thunder dragons, roaring and rushing towards the three ghost saints. Wherever the thunder dragons passed, the ghost energy was like snow meeting boiling water, and it quickly melted away.

However, the space within three feet around the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint suddenly twisted and collapsed. When the roaring thunder dragons approached this area, they stagnated as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and then strangely decomposed into the most primitive particles of yin energy.

The Heart-Eating Ghost Saint knew very well that with the existence of the Qiantian True Yang Divine Thunder Ball, all the spells of his clan would be affected and their power would be greatly reduced.

So he simply leaped forward. Although this could minimize the suppression of Taoism, the danger of the fight would also increase several times, for both sides.

"Friend Han, do you think you can fight this Saint with this ball of lightning?" The voice of the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint came and went, and each word carried a creepy echo. He slowly raised his skinny right hand, and his five fingers like hooks grabbed the void -

"Crack!"

Five pitch-black cracks appeared on the surface of Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Ball!

The golden lightning that was said to be able to cleanse all evil was now like a polluted stream, with strange ice crystals condensing on the edge of the cracks.

What was even more terrifying was that Han Qingyun suddenly covered his chest with his hand, his face as pale as paper: some defensive magic weapons and body-protecting magic powers were completely useless at this moment!

"Eat the heart and snatch the soul!" The Ghost Saint who was watching the battle gasped when he saw this.

Because this is a unique skill that can only be performed after practicing "The Netherworld Bone Tempering Art" to the seventh level, it can directly corrode the opponent's foundation without any contact.

The magic of the ghost clan is known for being strange and unpredictable, especially this almost rare ghost body cultivation skill, which is of course somewhat incredible.

The magic power in his body was running rampant and difficult to control. In this situation, even if Han Qingyun had any clever tricks, he couldn't use them.

The Heart-Eating Ghost Saint only took a few moves to beat him back. He had to suppress the counterattack of the magic power in his body while constantly using defensive magic weapons and talismans to hold on.

Seeing this, the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint sneered, his blue robe fluttered, and nine pitch-black finger bone nails flew out from his sleeves. The nine nails were driven out in an instant and instantly pierced into Han Qingyun's body.

This is another unique skill of "The Art of Tempering Bones in the Netherworld". "If you want to take, you must first give". By injecting part of your own body into the opponent's body, you can absorb their consciousness and magic power. As long as you kill the opponent in time, not only will there be no loss, but there is also a certain possibility of gaining some of the opponent's memories and magical powers. It is really powerful.

Of course there are pros and cons. If the caster fails to kill the opponent, the higher his level of cultivation, the greater the loss.

However, the magic bones of these ghost cultivators will still cause great harm to the opponent in most cases.

"Master Han, with your limited Taoist skills, are you worthy of being called the orthodox Taiqing?"

Seeing that the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint had completely gained the upper hand, the Illusionary Ghost Saint once again took the opportunity to transform himself into Han Qingyun's newest favorite fox concubine and cried out in a mournful voice, "Husband, save me!" His voice contained a soul-stirring demonic intent that penetrated the soul.

Han Qingyun's heart trembled, and illusions appeared before his eyes. In the blink of an eye, the pupil between the eyebrows of the Demon Eye Ghost Saint suddenly opened, and a gray-white death light shot out!

"boom!"

At the critical moment, the Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Ball floating beside Han Qingyun suddenly expanded and turned into a golden light shield blocking in front of him.

The death ray collided with the lightning shield, causing a deafening roar. Han Qingyun fell to the ground, and the air wave blew away all the buildings within a hundred feet, and rubble fell like rain.

Han Qingyun took the opportunity to retreat and catch his breath, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. The three ghosts cooperated well, and if it weren't for the protection of the thunder ball, the attack just now would have been enough to take his life.

"Master Han, I haven't seen you for many years. Your cultivation has declined." A sinister female voice suddenly came from behind. Han Qingyun's hair stood on end. Before he could turn around, he felt a piercing chill running through his back.

"Impermanence Ghost Mother! This old witch has been hiding beside me all this time!"

At this critical moment of life and death, Qiantian's True Yang Divine Thunder Ball suddenly trembled violently, and a dazzling sword light suddenly burst out from the thunder ball, incredibly fast, going straight for the throat of the Back-Grown Bone-Winged Impermanence Ghost Mother!

"What?!" Impermanence Ghost Mother was horrified and had only time to turn her head away. The sword light grazed her neck, bringing up a puff of black blood.

The sword light suddenly shrank into a faint light, as if it was swallowed by the void. The next moment -

Feminine murderous intent seeped out from the void, and the disappearing sword light actually bloomed silently from three inches behind the spine, where the qi was circulated!

Like a poisonous dragon breaking through the abyss, it penetrated into the back of the heart without any warning.

At the same time, Qiantian's True Yang Divine Thunder wrapped around him like a bone-attaching cancer. As the golden snake danced wildly, lightning and fire followed the sword marks and burned into the marrow, exploding into thousands of fine electric flashes.

Tongxuan's sword is sure to kill.

In an instant, the Yin Sword and Yang Thunder devoured the ghosts and gods, and the Ghost Mother of No Birth was destroyed in an instant.

Just like Han Qingyun facing the direct pressure from the three Ghost Saints, he couldn't spare the attention to sense the Birthless Ghost Mother and the fourth Ghost Saint.

The four great ghost saints, Heart-Eating, Demonic Eye, Illusionary Heart and Wusheng, had never imagined that a human cultivator could be hidden within the extremely strong and fierce Qiantian True Yang Divine Thunder Ball.

A young Taoist holding a talisman walked out slowly from the golden electric ball. He was none other than Lu Cheng Zhenjun, the garrison commander of Huangyun Mansion. However, at this moment, his magical power was as powerful as anyone present, and it was obvious that he had already reached the state of primordial spirit.

'With the guidance of the eighth-level thunder talisman, plus the Taiqing Sect's true teaching "Xuanshu Secret Light Talisman Sutra", and Han Qingyun's control, it is indeed possible to hide in the divine thunder without hurting oneself. But even so, this person's attainments in the art of talismans are really incredible...'

In an instant, a myriad of thoughts emerged in the mind of the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint.

What was even more terrifying was that the sword light did not slow down, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and actually turned to go straight for the Ghost Saint of Illusion!
At the same time, Lu Cheng threw the eighth-level thunder talisman in his hand into the Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Ball, causing it to expand rapidly and transform into a thunder array net with it as the center, encircling the three ghost saints, Heart Devouring, Demonic Eye, and Illusionary Heart.

"Senior Brother Han, you have suffered for the greater good of our human race." Lu Cheng held a seal with one hand in front of him and performed a Taoist etiquette to Han Qingyun.

"No, ahem, no, it's all because of my mismanagement that Zhao Deyan, Zhang Aofeng, Zhuo Xuelan and others have been causing trouble for so many years. I have to thank my junior brother for fighting for an opportunity for me to make amends."

Han Qingyun has been the lord of this place for a thousand years. How could he be completely unaware of the private actions of Zhao Deyan, Zhang Aofeng, Zhuo Xuelan and others?
Lu Cheng didn't believe it, but he was afraid that he had received a lot of benefits, both overt and covert.

However, if Lu Cheng wants to clean up the mess and eliminate hidden dangers, he must rely on his strength, so he comes to him to show his magic power.

Han Qingyun is indeed afraid of death, but now there is an opportunity that can allow him to escape from the turmoil caused by Zhao Deyan and others, and make great contributions to the sect. He can even eliminate Zhao Deyan's faction and make a fortune by confiscating their property. With such huge profits, Han Qingyun is willing to fight for his life. After all, he is a cultivator who can cultivate to the realm of transformation.

"You are here, so who is the person who is entangled with Youdeng and eating infants in East City?"

At this point, the Heart-Eating Ghost Saint knew that he had lost everything. But he still felt unwilling to give up, and asked in a hateful voice.

"It's just the old tricks like the Walking Corpse Pill and the Burning Veins Powder. First, use the power of the pills to increase your magic power, and then add the Blood River Soldiers and the Blood Pearl of All Souls that was just sacrificed. It won't be difficult to let a Nascent Soul cultivator who is about to die unleash his Divine Power in a short period of time."

At this moment, a bloody flame suddenly rose in the east of the city.

True Lord Nong Yan's white hair danced wildly, and he controlled the magic sword transformed from the blood bead of all spirits to fight with the two ghost saints You Deng and Shi Ying.

The old ancestor of the Yanhuo clan was about to die, so he was sent to the Black Mountain Market by the Yanhuo clan leader to live out his retirement.

But he didn't expect that he would get investment from Lu Cheng in Black Mountain Market, recuperate from his internal injuries and take elixirs, and still live to this day.

At this moment, the burning origin and the help of the blood river soldiers' power temporarily resisted the two ghost cultivators who had transformed into gods. Every time the magic sword flew, it brought up a bloody storm, and all the ghost soldiers who rushed over were swallowed up.

"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer. Lord Lu is a man of his word, and Chief Yan Xiao has also promised to take care of my descendants, but it would be safer if I could make more military achievements."

Driven by this thought, Lord Nong Yan, who used the art of transformation to disguise himself as Lu Cheng, wielded the Blood River Divine Sword with all his might, only attacking and not defending.

In this crazy desire to die together with the enemy, the two ghost saints, Youdeng and Shiying, were actually forced to retreat by him.

In other words, this was not entirely due to the strength of both sides, but rather because Youdeng and the Infant-Eating Ghost Saint, who had been practicing for thousands of years, gradually sensed something wrong in the atmosphere around them.

Until, a ray of lightning shot straight into the sky, and then the lightning net continued to radiate and expand, covering all directions, and the Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Net Array was actually restarted.

“Hahahaha…” Upon seeing this scene, True Lord Nong Yan laughed wildly, and his whole body changed back to his true image in the process.

But at this moment, his white hair was already scattered and falling, and he looked like a skeleton. Whether it was the Walking Corpse Pill or the Boiling Veins Powder, they were both life-extending substances comparable to deadly poisons. They could not extend life for long but made people suffer unbearably. Under normal circumstances, a dying person would rather die comfortably than take such a deadly elixir.

At the same time, the three thousand elite members of the Yanhuo Clan who had been hiding also began to take action, and the human race's counterattack began.

"Kill them, and we still have a chance of winning!"

The Heart-Eating Ghost Saint was, after all, quite a hero. At this moment, he was still able to muster up his strength and was the first to transform into a ghost and pounce towards Lu Cheng.

The two ghosts behind him, Huanxin and Motong, looked at each other and followed suit, gritting their teeth. It seemed that only in this way could there be a glimmer of hope.

(End of this chapter)