Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 67: The Book of Heaven (Part , later update)
"careful!"

"It's a ghost!"

This area has a radius of a thousand miles and too many people have died because of the intermittent outbreaks of the beast tide in the south.

Among them were mortals and cultivators, and their vitality was attracted by this formation. So after entering the underground, everyone knew that they might encounter ghosts in the tomb, but no one expected it to be in this way:

A large number of ghosts have possessed the mummies. Since both parties are dead objects, normally they do not have this habit. Now it seems that it must be the abnormal formation environment here that has brought about some abnormal changes.

Lu Cheng held Yuan Xiaodie and flew back quickly. The others reacted quickly. Lin Chuanli held the Fire Dragon Flag and pointed a point. A high-temperature fire wall rose in front of the two of them to block the pursuit of the ghost fog.

But the sudden change just now seemed to have awakened the large number of sleeping ghosts here.

Pitch-black ghostly fog and yin energy gushed out from the cracks in the ground in all directions. Phantom-like human figures appeared in the mountains in all directions, and then rushed out to besiege everyone.

For a moment, it seemed as if the air around became even colder.

With his mind reflecting, Lu Cheng suddenly looked down and saw a dark and blurry face suddenly emerging from the ground, with a huge mouth that almost occupied half of the face, biting towards his calf from bottom to top.

The Taoist frowned slightly, but the next moment he still took a step forward, but a golden sword light stabbed out first: the sword energy that cuts off the meridians, and the sword intent becomes a force.

When Ghost Face encountered this sword energy, it was like boiling water and snow melting away, and before it could expand, it had already turned into nothing.

While everyone was using magical weapons and talismans to fight, they carefully retreated along the same route.

Facing the ghosts pouring out from all directions, Lin Chuanli waved the Fire Dragon Flag in his hand and frequently used various powerful fire techniques to engulf the ghosts one by one. He also occasionally used the Star-Capture Ring to swallow up the ghosts' spiritual inspiration, return them, and replenish himself.

In this environment, even Lu Cheng's swordsmanship is not as sharp and fierce as Lin Chuanli's fire method, and the coverage is wide. Although the sword intent can kill ghosts, after killing too many, it will also counterattack the mind of the sword wielder.

Lin Qingyue cast out an electric talisman, which floated in the air above her left shoulder and occasionally shot out bolts of lightning to form an electric net that surrounded the five people. This was a rare defensive thunder talisman, but it was very effective in defending against evil spirits.

The Yuan family father and daughter originally wanted to use the Liuhe Flying Cone, but found that it was not very effective against the Yin ghosts, so they had to take out fire talismans and cast spells to supplement their offensive and prevent the Yin ghosts from all directions from really rushing over.

"I understand. Lin Tianshu used the formation to gather vitality, hoping to bring about a change from death to rebirth. Now, after a hundred years, the formation has lost control, and the vitality has dissipated. That's why the corpses here have turned into mummies without decaying. Because those ghosts also instinctively want to return to the dead and be reborn, they possess the corpses in large numbers, but they don't know that this is just a futile effort."

Lin Qingyue was thinking about the whole thing at this time, while Lu Cheng's eyes became sharp and he suddenly pointed in one direction.

The Chunjun and Liehuo swords, which were originally killing ghosts outside the electric net, slashed straight towards there, but they cut out an inky shadow among the ghosts.

But the shadow’s eyes were as red as blood, like a ghost from the underworld.

"Ghost cultivator!"

The two swords clasped each other, and the shadow disappeared into thin air. However, a small piece of blue stone fell from the air.

A flash of sword light swept it back in the opposite direction.

“This is Yin Crystal Stone.”

"We must find these ghost cultivators among the Yin ghosts and kill them, otherwise they will command these Yin ghosts to attack us until they die."

There were roars and explosions all around me, and for a moment it was almost impossible to tell who was talking.

Lu Cheng immersed himself in Zhishui's state of mind, his body and mind were pure. The number of ghosts he killed was far less than that of Lin Chuanli, but as Zhishui's state of mind expanded in all directions, the shadows of ghost cultivators, although they tried their best to hide themselves, were still picked out one by one by Lu Cheng.

At the end of the fight, Chunjun and Liehuo pointed their swords, and the other four people's spells whistled and smashed.

Ghosts at lower levels devour each other according to their instincts and quickly become stronger, so ghost cultivators are not necessarily the same cultivators they were in their lifetime.

Of course, the probability of a cultivator transforming into a ghost cultivator in his lifetime is relatively high, and they are relatively stronger. Some of them even master the spells and even magical weapons that they were proficient in in their lifetime.

However, ghost cultivators do not have the wisdom to support each other. As long as they are not attacked, they will hide in the group of ghosts and look for opportunities to attack the living, even though the Taoist has clearly shown his ability to see through ghost cultivators.

Otherwise, these ghost cultivators would be really troublesome.

"Daddy, save me!"

Suddenly, a petite and graceful girl in yellow ran out from among the ghosts. She looked like Yuan Xiaodie. The word "Daddy" made Yuan Wuwang's heart skip a beat, and he felt pity for the girl.

But the next moment, the light from the two swords came slashing, and then that "Yuan Xiaodie" was chopped and shredded and disappeared into nothingness.

Yuan Wuwang also escaped from this ghost illusion in time.

"Qingyue, save me!"

Suddenly, a Taoist priest covered in blood rushed out from among the ghosts with a sword. The name "Qingyue" made Lin Qingyue's heart tremble, but she restrained herself with reason.

The next moment, several fire dragons pounced forward, and the illusion created by the ghost cultivator was completely killed by the excited Lin Chuanli, and the aftermath of the burning wind covered a group of ghosts.

"How badly do you want to kill me?"

Lu Cheng cursed in his heart, but his sword moves did not stop, and he was still trying his best to sense the ghost cultivators among the many evil spirits around him.

At this moment, Lin Qingyue sacrificed a purple silk with a cold flame on it and fell into the ghost.

"Got you!"

But after observing for a long time, I have some guesses.

Silk ribbon-type magical tools are one of the types of magical tools commonly used by female fairies. They can be used for whipping, rolling and controlling when attacking, and for defense, they can be used for protection. Even in normal times, they can be used for beautiful decorations. This second-grade top-quality purple silk is one of the magical tools that Lin Qingyue often uses.

Purple silk fluttered in the air and covered the area, while a large amount of cold flame transformed by magic power fell below the cover.

However, the black shadow of the ghost cultivator opened his mouth and spit out an ancient lamp. The wick in the ancient lamp turned into a white flame, setting fire to the sky, and it easily blocked Lin Qingyue's long-accumulated attack.

This ancient magic lamp must be of extraordinary quality, otherwise this person would not have forgotten it even after his death.

"Golden Dawn? It turns out that Shen Yulong died here. No wonder he suddenly disappeared decades ago."

The Golden Dawn Lamp was obviously an extraordinary magical weapon. Upon seeing this, Lin Chuanli immediately mobilized his magical power and used the fire dragon to attack the ghost cultivator who was controlling the ancient lamp.

Cold Silk, Fire Dragon, White Flame, one after another, the three spells fought against each other. Although Lin Qingyue and Lin Chuanli teamed up to suppress the ghost cultivator who controlled the magic weapon, they could not win for a while.

But at this moment, a ray of incandescent light suddenly shot out. The blazing light ball was so powerful that it directly blew the ghost cultivator into pieces. The flames spread, engulfing a large number of ghosts around.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient golden lamp was swept back by a sword light and fell into the hands of Inland City within the power grid.

With the death of this ghost cultivator, even if there were still ghost cultivators hiding among the surrounding ghosts, they felt an instinctive fear at this moment, and they retreated like the tide.

But at this moment, Lin Chuanli's gaze was fixed on Lu Cheng's hand, which contained a three-inch red jade plate, a second-grade top-grade magic weapon, the Fiery Sun Order, and a green ancient lamp, a second-grade top-grade magic weapon, the Golden Dawn Lamp.

Lin Chuanli is good at fire magic, and these two second-level fire magic tools each have their own magical uses. The former was bought by Lu Cheng at the Liujin Antique Artifact Shop in the past two years. With his financial resources and personality, he must have bought a top-quality magic tool.

"Okay, stop looking. If you really want it, we can split the profits after we leave this place. You can take the ancient lamp."

Lin Qingyue said this from the side.

There are five people in this group. The Yuan family father and daughter only want the foundation-building pill that Lin Chuanli promised before, and the rest of the spoils will naturally be divided equally among Lin Qingyue, Lin Chuanli, and Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng has an advantage in personal combat power, but without Lin Qingyue and Lin Chuanli to deduce the formation, he has no idea where he came from in this abandoned mansion and cannot come in at all.

"Uncle Seventeen is indeed a genius in formations. He set up a formation to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, and actually created a ghost cave like this. If the formation is fully operational, how powerful will it be?"

After collecting the Yin Crystals on the ground, the five people continued to move forward and explore deeper into the tomb.

However, having learned from the previous lesson, if the five of them encounter a mummy in the tomb again, unless it really has a lot of valuables on it, they will not touch it again. Ghosts are invisible and intangible, and coupled with the special environment here, no one knows how many ghosts or even ghost cultivators who are eager to be reborn from the dead are hidden in a mummy.

However, the deeper you go into the cave, the more ghosts there are. Sometimes, after using various spells to explore, you find that you cannot avoid them, so you can only rely on magic power to force your way down.

A separate room in the cave.

The five people were casting spells and controlling their magic tools to kill the ghosts, when suddenly, thunder and explosions came from far away. Bang.

The stone wall on one side of the stone chamber suddenly exploded and cracked, and a dark red centipede as thick as an adult ox flew in from the other side.

However, this centipede monster, which had a strong demonic aura and was at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, had its shell shattered at this moment and looked extremely miserable.

It had no energy to pay attention to Lu Cheng, Lin Qingyue and others in the stone chamber. Instead, it quickly turned around and stared at the broken wall that it had smashed through, letting out a fierce but fearful growl.

"Humph, you evildoer, die quickly!"

Following this scolding, amid the rolling smoke and dust, an old Taoist priest dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, holding a talisman paper flashing with electric light and with a cold and stern look between his brows, walked in with his disciples on both sides.

This old Taoist priest had an eagle nose, a wide mouth, and high cheekbones. His murderous intent was evident at this moment, and his face was full of sinister and fierceness. In addition, his two yellow eyebrows slanted into his temples, which made him look even more arrogant. He wore a black belt around his waist, and hung a wooden sword and a money bag. He walked forward with his hands behind his back, as if all the troubles in the world had nothing to do with him.

Even the men and women in Taoist robes who followed him showed great fear of him.

"Luanhun Mountain, Fang Yanling of the Fang family, how could it be this old monster!" At this time, Lin Chuanli beside Lu Cheng cursed in a low voice, obviously recognizing this person.

"go!"

The next moment, Lin Qingyue let out a low cry, and after giving a look to Lu Cheng, she took the lead in riding her own purple silk, ignoring the ghosts around her, forcing a gap open, and flew deeper into the cave.

Lu Cheng slapped his Qiankun bag, and along with a flash of light, a pair of bat wings opened behind him and followed closely behind him.

In the past two years in the City That Never Sleeps, Lu Cheng, while earning a lot of spirit stones with the help of Wenjianzhai, also often went to Liujin Ancient Artifact Shop to bid for various items. He bought more than ten second-level magical instruments of various types to deal with different imagined situations.

He also spent a lot of money on elixirs, talismans, Taoist books, etc. After all, for Lu Cheng, there was no point in piling up spiritual stones. The Yinfeng Bat Wings, for example, which Lu Cheng was using now, were second-grade top-grade magical weapons. They could escape at an incredibly fast speed in an environment with strong yin energy.

Which monk with normal thinking would bid for this kind of magical weapon?
But it’s useful now.

In Lu Cheng's opinion, which cultivator would not encounter an environment with strong yin energy in his life?
Therefore, it is better to be prepared.

The white bone bat wings behind him flapped to speed up, and Lu Cheng caught up with Lin Qingyue. He reached out with both hands and hugged her in his arms, and they both fell rapidly together.

Lin Qingyue's pretty face blushed as she struggled a little, then she looked at the bat-wing magic weapon on Lu Cheng's back and said softly:

"I will be in charge of the money when we are together. If you squander it like this, no amount of spirit stones will be enough."

“This is not useful.”

A twisted ghost head came towards him, howling and biting.

Lu Cheng controlled the wings behind him and turned Lin Qingyue in an arc, avoiding the ghost's head.

"Those people just now were cultivators from the Luanhun Mountain Fang Clan. The clan leader, Fang Yanling, has reached the eighth level of foundation building and is a ruthless person. I'm afraid he has seen the value of this place. Although he knows me and Chuanli, he will probably still choose to kill us to silence us!"

The first mummy had already shown that they were not the first group of monks to discover this place.

However, the large number of ghosts and ghost cultivators gathered below indicated that the cultivators who discovered this place had not yet explored the depths of the tomb.

When Lin Tianshu was alive, his cultivation level was only at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, which was similar to Fang Yanling, but he was a fourth-rank formation master. After Fang Yanling saw the formation pattern of this place, if he had a cruel and selfish heart, he might risk the destruction of his family and choose to kill Lin Qingyue, Lin Chuanli and others in order to pursue further progress in his own cultivation.

In fact, Lin Qingyue's inference was completely correct. The evidence was the Fang family cultivator who followed the old Taoist behind him. He was now following Lu Cheng and the others in his flying weapon and chasing them.

Just now in the stone chamber, the giant third-level centipede had been completely killed by Fang Yanling's thunder magic. The huge monster's body emitted white smoke and a faint burnt smell.

"Chief, I know two of those people. They are both direct descendants of the Ranmu Shanlin family. If we kill them, will it be okay?"

Snapped.

Before the middle-aged Taoist could finish his words, the clan leader slapped him in the face, causing his body to spin around, his cheeks to swell, and his teeth to become loose.

"Kill them all, and the Ranmu Mountain Lin family will naturally not know about this. If you can't even do this, what's the point of keeping you?"

Fang Yanling said indifferently.

The next moment, he flew up and turned into a ball of gray mist, and quickly fled to the bottom of the cave.

"I am already one hundred and eighty-nine years old. If I continue to hesitate and not give it a try, there will be no hope for my future career. Judging from the appearance of this underground palace, it is at least the remains of a predecessor who was at the level of Condensing Evil or Refining Gang. As long as I can obtain the remains of this predecessor, it doesn't matter if I don't want the foundation of Luanhun Mountain. As long as I am still here, as long as I get the opportunity to break through to the Condensing Evil realm, I can still build a bigger and more prosperous Fang family."

...

"what!"

"what!"

Inside the dark stone chamber in the cave, two monks from the Fang family dressed in black and white Taoist robes were hit in the face by a sword from left to right and fell to the ground.

One was stabbed in the chest by a flying sword as cold as ice and white jade, and then violently pulled out.

Lu Cheng and Lin Qingyue looked at each other, then quickly hid deeper into the cave.

There were thirteen cultivators from the Fang family, including their clan leader Fang Yanling. They were all outstanding members of the clan. They certainly did not think that they were weaker than the people being hunted.

Even if the magic power and magic weapons are a little weak, they can always hold out until the arrival of the patriarch.

But it was with this mentality that the two Fang family monks didn't even last three moves before they died under the swords of the two men.

Lin Qingyue used two swords, while Lu Cheng used only one. Under the power of the sword, the two Fang family monks died before they could even use their defensive magic tools.

A moment later, a gray cloud rushed into the stone chamber in the cave like a whirlwind. Fang Yanling looked at the two dead tribesmen on the ground with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"waste!"

Although he cursed like this, he knew in his heart that these two "wastes" were already disciples with considerable magical powers in the family.

If they couldn't stop the two people just now, then the other disciples of the Fang family would not be able to stop them either.

However, after a brief thought, Fang Yanling did not remind the other members of the Fang family. Instead, he continued his pursuit, choosing to use the lives of these members of the Fang family to delay the time of the two men.

Even if you only want to swing the sword once or twice, it will take time.

Lu Cheng and others fled in all directions. Although Lin Qingyue reminded everyone, the fact is that the Yuan family father and daughter were indeed trapped.

Because they, father and daughter, have the weakest magical powers, the worst magical weapons, and their escape speed is also relatively the slowest.

Although the third-level centipede struggled to the last bit and managed to escape some distance, it was soon caught up by the six monks from the Luanhun Mountain Family.

Yuan Wuwang and his daughter Yuan Xiaodie used their signature Liuhe Formation, but as they were two against six, the Liuhe Formation was useless. The situation of the father and daughter became increasingly difficult as they fought with their magical weapons.

"Go!"

At the critical moment, Yuan Wuwang hastily threw out an iron ball.

The thunder from the sky fell, causing bursts of electric current with great power, destroying a large part of the stone chamber. Unfortunately, the two children of the Fang family swiftly avoided it.

He was too greedy and wanted to kill both opponents, but in the end, he failed to kill either one. This Heavenly Thunder Seed was Yuan Wuwang's last one.

However, the Fang family monks around him were worried that he still had magical weapons like the Heavenly Thunder Seed, so they slowly surrounded him from all sides and suppressed him cautiously.

"Hehe, this young lady is really pretty with her delicate skin and tender flesh! Don't kill her for a while. After the clan leader explores the ancient tomb, this young lady will be left for us brothers to take turns enjoying."

The curses were obscene and shameless, but the eyes of the six Fang family cultivators who surrounded him were cautious.

Although that little beauty is good, you have to be alive to enjoy her.

(End of this chapter)