He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

He gripped both ends of the soul-hooking rope with both hands and pulled it taut.

hum!

The pitch-black chain suddenly erupted with an extremely dense yin energy.

One by one, the dark red runes on the chain lit up.

These runes are not Taoist talismans.

It is a restriction imposed by the underworld.

Yang Guang's pupils contracted sharply.

Did this guy break the seal on the Soul-Hooking Rope?

The underworld official slammed the chains to the ground.

Centered on the point where the chain fell, a ring of dark cracks spread outwards.

A ghostly green light emanated from the cracks, and the temperature within a ten-meter radius plummeted.

Yang Guang's breath turned into white mist.

Er Lengzi glanced back at the underworld official, completely ignoring him, and simply said to Zhou Laoliu, "Brother, step back!"

"This guy's about to unleash his ultimate move!"

Zhou Laoliu didn't need it to remind him at all.

It was so scared that it ran behind a big tree, only peeking out with half of its transparent head sticking out.

Yang Guang gripped the God-Slaying Whip tightly.

The golden light on the whip began to flash intensely.

Yang Guang gritted his back teeth.

He took a sudden step forward with his left foot, raised the God-Slaying Whip high in his right hand, and all the remaining golden light on the whip gathered at the end of the whip.

An extremely dazzling golden spot of light condensed and took shape at the tip of the whip.

Yang Guang shouted, "The Righteous Qi of Heaven!"

"May all evils retreat!"

"break!"

The golden whip, crackling with the last of its lightning bolts, lashed out with all its might at the underworld official.

The underworld officials simultaneously raised their soul-reaping ropes, and the dark red runes on them all lit up.

The two forces collided again in mid-air.

This time.

There was no muffled sound.

It was a piercing shriek that seemed to shatter eardrums.

Golden and dark red light intertwined, forming a rapidly spinning vortex at the point of impact.

The light engulfed the entire cemetery.

Yang Guang's arm trembled violently.

The messenger's two feet plowed two deep furrows in the ground.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for a full three seconds.

then.

Click.

A faint cracking sound.

A crack appeared in the middle of Yang Guang's God-Slaying Whip.

Grandpa's.

This thing still can't beat the Soul-Hooking Rope, the divine artifact of the underworld!

The golden whip began to shatter, and the golden light gradually faded towards the end of the whip.

Although the simplified version of the God-Slaying Whip was broken, the underworld official was still in a bad mood.

He was seen exhaling large gulps of black gas.

The whip mark on his left shoulder doubled in size, and half of his arm became transparent.

Yang Guang pursed his lips, turned around, squatted down, and opened the faded, tattered canvas bag.

He rummaged around for a bit and pulled out a dark, short sword.

It's only about a foot long.

The sword blade was shiny black, unlike iron or copper.

However, from the hilt to the tip of the sword, it was covered with densely packed Taoist symbols.

The brushstrokes burned deep into the wood, becoming heavy and profound.

The sword, once taken out, looked like a piece of charcoal just pulled from a furnace.

It was dark and unremarkable in appearance.

But as soon as it came out of the bag, it inexplicably took a small step back.

Yang Guang caught this detail out of the corner of his eye and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

Jujube wood struck by lightning.

This is really good stuff.

It was an old item that his grandfather carried back from the Qinling Mountains. It was jujube wood that had been struck by lightning seven times and was naturally imbued with a strong yang energy.

Its ability to suppress evil spirits is far superior to that of the God-Slaying Whip.

The underworld official stared at the short sword, and for the first time, an uncontrollable sense of dread appeared on his face.

Yang Guang turned the sword over and looked at it twice.

Then he put the sword away.

I put it back in my bag.

Zip up the zipper.

The underworld official was stunned.

Yang Guang glanced sideways at the underworld officials and said disdainfully, "It's not worth using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

He paused.

"This is enough."

Raise your right hand.

The index and middle fingers are held together, with something between them.

There was only one area.

It's about the size of a fingernail, so thin it's translucent.

If you just slip it between your fingers and hold it there, it will blow away if the wind is even slightly strong.

The underworld official stared at the thing, his dead face momentarily stunned.

Then a disgusted emoji appeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief; the charred whip marks on his shoulder were still smoldering, but his confidence suddenly returned.

"this one?"

The underworld official raised his hand and shook the pitch-black soul-snatching rope.

"Master, if you have a complete Seven Star Dragon Spring Sword, I will immediately kneel down and call you father."

"But all you have is this one piece of fragment?"

"hehe!"

"I'll beat you so badly you'll kneel down and call me 'Dad' today!"

Yang Guang twirled the object between his fingers, his expression calm.

The underworld official's heart skipped a beat.

I can't explain why.

A sudden, inexplicable sense of panic rose within me.

But he suppressed the creepy feeling, wrapped the Soul-Hook Rope around his palm, and seemed to feel much more confident.

He sneered and said, "Kid, with just a fragment like you, you can't even unleash one-thousandth of its power."

"No!"

"He can't even fart."

"I can let today's events go, but as for those souls of the dead, they have absolutely nothing to do with you."

"Are you really going to go against me for their sake?"

"Would they even risk their lives here?"

Yang Guang spoke up.

His expression was full of disdain: "I don't know if you're good enough or not, but I know you're definitely not good enough."

Always speak.

Yang Guang formed a sword incantation with his hands, a fragment of the Longquan sword between his fingers, and coldly shouted, "The vast Heavenly Dao, the clear Heaven and Earth, the Seven Stars return to their places, Longquan slays evil, pardon!"

As the last word fell, Yang Guang loosened his grip.

The tiny fragment, about the size of a fingernail, slipped out from between his fingers.

then.

The air in the entire cemetery seemed to freeze for half a second.

boom.

A sword light slashed out from the fragments.

Although the sword light was not wide, its aura made the Yin official's legs go weak on the spot.

run!

This was the most genuine thought in the mind of the underworld official at that moment.

such a pity.

My legs won't obey me.

The sword light has arrived.

laugh!

The underworld official instinctively raised his soul-snatching rope to block.

Instantly!

A terrifying force surged forth, causing the Soul-Hooking Rope in its hand to slip from its grasp.

Even the Soul-Hooking Rope was sent flying seven or eight feet away, crashing into the base of a tombstone in the distance with a dull thud.

The sword light swept half of the ghost's body away, leaving a thin, bluish burn mark on the right side of his black robe, running from his shoulder to his waist, from which yin energy gushed out.

He took seven or eight steps back.

His heel struck the edge of a white marble paving stone, causing him to lean backward. He staggered and grabbed the base of a stone lion next to him to avoid falling directly to the ground.

The cemetery was deathly silent.

Old Zhou peeked half his head out from behind the big tree, staring at the severed soul-hooking rope on the ground.

His mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Er Lengzi sat ten steps away, licking his paws politely.

His sharp eyes were filled with disdain.

A ghost messenger?

Multiple baskets?

That's really stupid; there are actually idiots who just take the bait.

The underworld official propped himself up on one side, the burn mark on his right side still sizzling.

Suddenly, the underworld official grinned and let out a chilling laugh.

The laughter echoed through the cemetery.

Don't say it.

It's much scarier than the sound effects in horror movies.

next second!

The underworld official glared coldly at Yang Guang, gritting his teeth as he said, "Boy, you forced me to do this!"

As they were talking.

The Yin energy on the Yin messenger's body completely boiled over, and terrifying Yin energy spewed outwards. This momentum made Yang Guang frown.

Just as Yang Guang was about to strike it with his sword again, the underworld messenger suddenly turned and ran away!

This scene left Yang Guang stunned and unable to react.

He only uttered two words.

Holy crap?