Unexpectedly, their Twelve Peach Blossom Swords were no match for this guy.
The double swordsmanship of the two was taught by their master, Huaiqing Zhenjun. Although they were only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, their double swordsmanship could easily defeat a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and could even fight against a cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.
Two years ago, they were able to fight the old ghost Huang Quan to a draw, but now they are no match for him. It seems that the old ghost Huang Quan has sacrificed many innocent people in the past two years.
The two men quickly crushed the sound transmission talisman and called for help from the Qinglan Sect: "Quickly come to the Coral Island in the East China Sea. The old ghost Huangquan has greatly improved his cultivation. We are no match for him!"
"Hehehe~ You two little brats are so naive. By the time your sect comes to support you, you will have already become ghosts in my staff."
"Good boys, here are two pieces of fresh flesh and blood, you can eat as much as you want!" The old ghost Huangquan laughed wildly and knocked the ground with the crutch in his hand. Strands of black air overflowed from the eyes of the red skeleton, and it turned into miserable and bloodless ghosts, surrounding the two of them.
The two of them looked grave. The male cultivator, Zhou Lei, gritted his teeth and said, "Junior Sister, let's find a way to hold on a little longer and delay until the sect rescues us."
However, both of them understood that the gap in cultivation between them and the Huangquan old ghost who was in the middle stage of the out-of-body state was huge. They were afraid that they would die at the hands of this old ghost before help arrived.
"Junior sister, Twelve Peach Blossom Swords!"
Li Yun'er nodded, and the two of them staggered their steps, holding the swords in their hands. Their figures were graceful and their steps were in sync. The pink light on the swords became brighter, and the entire sea was violently turbulent. The sea beasts fled, and the sea was filled with a powerful aura.
The two men put their swords together, condensing twelve sharp sword energies, which shot towards the old ghost Huangquan from twelve different directions.
Leng Qingning, who was hiding in the reef, had been observing the old ghost Huangquan's moves, preparing to find the best opportunity to act.
"It's useless. You are so naive. With the strength of the two of you, I don't even care about the Twelve Peach Blossom Swords anymore."
The old ghost Huang Quan knocked his crutches, and the ghosts around him let out creepy screams and floated forward at the same time. The temperature around them dropped to freezing point in an instant, and Zhou Lei and the other man shivered together.
The twelve sword energies were torn into pieces by the fifteen ghosts in an instant. Three of the ghosts suddenly appeared from behind the two men. The two men seemed to have noticed them and dodged in a hurry, but they were still injured by the ghosts and flew backwards.
The evil spirit's yin energy seeped into their bodies, and their blood felt as if it was frozen by ice. Their faces turned purple and blue at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even wisps of black air were coming out of the wounds.
A cold and strange force penetrated into the wound, and Li Yun'er and the other person felt as if their bodies were torn into pieces, and they rolled on the ground in pain.
The group of sinister ghosts rushed up at the same time.
"No!--"
The two wanted to struggle, but the old ghost Huangquan snorted coldly, and a wisp of black air tightly wrapped around them. The two could not move and could only watch these ghosts rushing towards them.
Li Yun'er and Zhou Lei's faces were filled with despair. The sect's reinforcements had not arrived yet. Were they going to die here?
“Crack—”
Just when the two were in despair, a crisp sound was heard, and then the old ghost Huangquan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and roared in anger at the top of his lungs.
"Damn it! Which bastard broke my crutch? Get out here!"
The ghosts that were originally surrounding them suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and the old ghost Huangquan was seen holding a broken cane in his hand with a bloodshot look in his eyes, while the other part of the cane was held in the palm of the hand of a beautiful female cultivator in green clothes, who was playing with it.
"Tsk tsk, it's this broken crutch that killed so many people!"
The old man's natal magic weapon was destroyed, and he suffered a serious backlash. Zhou Lei and Li Yun'er looked at each other and felt extremely relieved.
Li Yuner immediately stood up and walked forward excitedly, saying, "Thank you, Dao Yousheng, for your help. If it weren't for you, we would have died at the hands of this old ghost. We are both disciples of the Qinglan Sect. If you can help me in the future, please let me know."
After the two men introduced themselves to her, Leng Qingning also gave her own name.
Seeing that his life-saving magic weapon was destroyed and he was slandered like this, the old ghost Huangquan suddenly lost all his rationality and attacked with the broken crutch without saying a word.
"It's you, damn bitch, I'm going to kill you!"
The dark and gloomy energy, carrying with it a series of hideous ghosts, made eerie sounds and swept with gusts of gloomy wind, forming a black vortex that enveloped the three of them.
"Fellow Daoist Leng, be careful. This evil cultivator is skilled in the art of controlling ghosts and can even control them to fight..."
However, before they could finish their words, a dazzling flash of lightning exploded towards the old ghost Huangquan, containing a trace of deep purple real thunder.
In an instant, lightning shot straight into the sky, breaking through the surrounding black yin energy. The old ghost Huangquan let out an unwilling scream, and his body was instantly blown to ashes by the power of thunder.
Only a bulging black storage bag was left on the ground.
Leng Qingning put the black storage bag away without hesitation. Since the old ghost Huang Quan was dead, the storage bag became ownerless and could be opened easily.
Li Yun'er and Zhou Lei had no objection to her taking the storage bag, because after all, she was the one who killed the person.
"That's great, I'm glad you two are okay. What about Huangquan Laogui?" Then four male cultivators arrived late. They were the sect's rescuers.
The two men, each holding a broken cane, said, "That old ghost Huang Quan was killed by this Taoist friend... Hey, where is he?"
When the two turned around, they found that Leng Qingning had disappeared.
The four of them didn't say anything after hearing Leng Qingning leave. After all, masters all have their own tempers.
Now that they have the broken crutch from the Huangquan Tower ghost, they can return to the sect with peace of mind to report.
It turned out that Leng Qingning chose to leave without saying goodbye after hearing the system prompt. She had just killed the Huangquan old ghost and had overdrawn her profits, so she was looking for a safe place to tease him.
Although her true thunder power was very strong, it was not easy to kill the old ghost Huangquan. She used the power of the Poseidon Mirror to increase her strength, and only then was she able to kill the old ghost Huangquan.
She took inventory of the old man's storage bags.
Wow, this old guy’s fortune is really rich. There are top-grade spirit stones piled up like a hill, and several boxes filled with various precious spirit plants.
The box in the corner contained a dozen thick stacks of medium-grade talisman paper, five stacks of high-grade talisman paper, a pair of Feiyun boots that could accelerate, and dozens of books on practicing evil and forbidden techniques.
She was not interested in these insidious skills and threw them into the corner.
However, Leng Qingning was extremely interested in one of the books, "Soul-Catching Needle".
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