Chapter 619

Along with the earth-shaking roar of Yin Faxiang, everyone felt an unprecedented palpitation.

A pair of eyes stared at the bloody mouth of the Yin Faxiang. Yun Qingqing's figure was as small as an ant in front of it.

Everyone watched as she raised her sword and faced the red light filled with huge energy in the huge mouth.

One cut.

The head of Yin Fashang fell off like vegetables being cut.

The red light in the giant mouth went out like a muted fire, and the huge head disappeared without a trace before it even touched the ground.

Everyone present:……!!!

A moment of dead silence.

The ghost cultivator spat out a large mouthful of blood, breaking the silence.

"How... is it possible..." He covered his chest and gasped, propping himself up and looking at Yun Qingqing, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Who... are you...? How could you...? Poof——"

The Yin Dharma Image was destroyed, and he spat out blood halfway through his speech.

This ghost cultivator could not understand this at all, because even if the Yin Dharma Image was broken by a strong enemy, it would only dissipate temporarily. At most, the main body would be consumed more. As long as he rested for a while and absorbed more power of the Yin souls, he could continue to use it.

Who would have thought that there is someone in this world who can completely destroy the Yin Dharma Image with just one sword!

He was also severely injured because the Yin Dharma Image had been clearly destroyed and could never come back!

He couldn't accept it at all, and stared at Yun Qingqing, trying hard to get an answer.

Yun Qingqing landed gracefully on the ground and without saying a word slashed at the ghost cultivator with a sword.

The ghost cultivator didn't expect that she would ignore his words and attack directly. His face turned stern, but because of his serious injuries, he couldn't avoid the sword light at all. His pupils shrank in fear.

But the sword did not hit him, it only cut off the sleeve of one of his arms.

The ghost cultivator looked at Yun Qingqing blankly. After a moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He took a deep breath and looked down at his arm.

There was only a piece of clean skin under the severed sleeve, nothing else. The ghost cultivator suddenly looked at Yun Qingqing, widened his eyes and let out a shrill roar:

"What did you do to me? Why is the mark of the Lord God gone?!"

Yun Qingqing said nothing, raised her hand and threw out eight talismans. Those talismans flew around the ghost cultivator and instantly formed a formation, trapping him in it.

She walked towards the ghost cultivator with a cold look in her eyes:

"You have no right to ask questions, now I ask the questions and you answer them!"

"Tell me, why are you hiding in Changliu Mountain? What tricks does the so-called God want to play? What does it want you to do here?"

“How dare you!” The ghost cultivator gritted his teeth and said angrily, “How can the Lord God be allowed to be blasphemous! I won’t say a word! Kill me if you want!”

Yun Qingqing nodded expressionlessly:

"OK."

The ghost cultivator originally thought that she would continue to interrogate him, and as long as he refused to speak, this woman would not kill him. But he didn't expect that she would give up the interrogation so lightly?

He looked at Yun Qingqing and raised his hand, his eyes twitched, and he said in surprise:

“Wait a minute…”

Yun Qingqing had already slapped a talisman on his head, and a golden light flashed from her fingertips. The ghost cultivator's expression and movements suddenly froze.

Along with a shrill scream, a black smoke overflowed from the top of his head and transformed into a vague human figure. It turned out to be the soul of the ghost cultivator being forced out of his body.

However, when everyone looked carefully, they found that the soul had no resemblance to the body. They immediately realized that the body originally belonged to Master Cuiying, and it was unknown when it was quietly taken over by the ghost cultivator. No one knew how long it had been lurking in Changliu Mountain...

Taoist Master Songhe and several elders felt bitter in their hearts. They could not let go of the fact that their fellow disciples had been killed silently in the sect, without even a trace of their souls.

In the air, the ghost cultivator's soul rushed left and right in panic, trying to escape, but was trapped firmly in the formation that Yun Qingqing had set up early in the morning.

Yun Qingqing's eyes were cold. She walked into the formation without any hindrance and raised her hand again.

The ghost cultivator shrank to the edge of the mid-air formation and screamed:

"What are you going to do? Don't come over here!"