Chapter 277: Substitute Ghost
Zhang Yang suddenly stopped. There was still a terrifying storm in all directions. Even if he used the soul force field to explore the way, he couldn't see far.
"Without the Star-pulling Technique, we can't get out." Auxiliary Army Heavenly Master Qian Muyun said leisurely from behind. He was still sitting in the sedan chair carried by two paper men, holding a book in one hand and a dim oil lamp in the other. He looked extremely out of place!
"Whoosh!" A gust of evil wind suddenly broke through the blockade of Zhang Yang's soul force field and the invisible heart sword, and blew directly towards Qian Muyun and the oil lamp in his hand.
But almost at the same time, Zhang Yang used his heart sword to shatter the evil wind.
"A demon lit a lamp in the middle of the night. It looks like we are in trouble. Master Zhang, it may be a ghost, but the one standing behind it must be a demon. I can't deal with it. You have to be careful."
Qian Muyun continued speaking without raising his head, and then he even blew out the oil lamp with a puff.
And his oil lamp seemed a little mysterious. Zhang Yang didn't feel anything when it was lit before, but now that it was blown out, he immediately felt a bone-chilling cold.
At the same time, white ice fog blew over and froze and isolated the storm in a very short time.
Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes and looked around vigilantly. He had dealt with the Abyss Ghost Clan a long time ago, and even killed the Ghost Queen who was equivalent to the Golden Core Stage not long ago, but he did not have the opportunity to confront the Abyss Ghost Clan head-on.
This is because a ghost is easy to deal with, but ghosts that can mobilize a large amount of negative energy are not fun.
“Crack!”
One of Zhang Yang's legs was frozen by a sudden cold current, which seemed to become an opportunity. In an instant, hundreds of white afterimages leaped up and pounced on Zhang Yang head-on, possessing him. This attack almost knocked Zhang Yang's soul out of his body.
You have to know that Zhang Yang is protected by eighty-one soul swords. If he were an ordinary cultivator in the foundation-building stage, he would be killed by one pounce or one attack.
"Looking for death!" Zhang Yang was shocked, but the Soul Sword quickly launched a counterattack. The invisible Soul Sword strangled the white shadows, and more than half of them stayed behind with screams, while the rest flashed away and disappeared without a trace.
"The substitute soul-chasing ghosts are a general-level ghost clan. They are best at group action. They take advantage of the target's unpreparedness and charge in groups. They can often knock the target's soul out of the body in an instant. It is hard to defend against! Master Zhang, you can withstand the impact of 365 substitute soul-chasing ghosts at once. It really makes people wonder if you are a spiritual practitioner?"
Qian Muyun's voice sounded again, but before the substitute ghosts appeared, this guy suddenly pulled out a large piece of black shroud from somewhere, thus blocking the lock of those substitute ghosts.
Zhang Yang didn't say anything. He had just made a big promise, so he had to grit his teeth and hold on.
Moreover, in his opinion, Qian Muyun only had a lot of tricky and strange ghost things, but it was not enough to really kill these ghosts.
"Invisible Heart Sword! Reveal yourself!"
With a low shout, the surrounding area within a few hundred meters suddenly became as bright as day, and the eighty-one invisible heart swords were like eighty-one shooting stars! At this moment, wherever the sword light shone, there was a chill of the blade that made people's hair stand on end.
It's not the coldness of ice, but the coldness deep in the soul.
Even Qian Muyun, who was wrapped in a shroud, couldn't help shivering several times. Even Liu Xueli, who was seriously injured and unconscious, shivered violently several times.
The group of substitute soul-chasing ghosts that escaped the Soul Sword's beating were no exception. They all revealed their true forms. Although such attacks were not fatal to ghost generals at the level of ghosts, the moment they revealed their true forms.
Zhang Yang had already constructed twelve second magic power circles at lightning speed, based on his innate spiritual energy, and ignited them instantly.
Twelve huge fireballs that were compressed at high speed exploded with a shocking sound.
Although this can only be regarded as an attack method below the extraordinary level, it is still enough to cause fatal damage to this group of substitute ghosts.
The overwhelming flames swept everything in an instant, and then disappeared completely after a few seconds.
The battle ended like this, and no Stand-in Ghost could escape.
"When will Old Liu wake up? Or can you release the Star-Pulling Technique?" Zhang Yang asked with a frown. During the battle just now, Qian Muyun hid very skillfully, but now he was even more skillful in snatching the spoils.
Although Zhang Yang didn't know what the use of the dust dropped by those substitute ghosts after their death was, it was definitely very unpleasant.
Qian Muyun did not answer, but was busy with a donkey-skin bag.
"I'm really rich this time. To be honest, if I didn't already have a boss, I really want to follow you. Tsk tsk, maybe it's because I'm not very experienced. I've never seen a swordsman who can kill so many substitute ghosts so easily!"
"How many sword cultivators have you seen?"
"Including you, there are four of them. The other three were hired by the Lord of Ye Ning City at a high price. But to be honest, don't be too proud. Those three swordsmen are not even as good as one of your fingers."
"Oh, by the way, how many Heavenly Veins do you have? I heard that any sword cultivator who has opened the five Heavenly Veins of Sword Cultivation has a promising future and can become an outer disciple of the Dameng Sword Sect."
Qian Muyun seemed to have a bit of stream of consciousness, saying whatever he thought.
Zhang Yang grinned and decided to wake Liu Xueli up first. He didn't want to communicate further with this master of stream of consciousness.
"Don't worry, my boss just died once, he will be back to life in half an hour, maybe he can call for reinforcements for us."
"Reinforcements? Died once!"
"Hehe, this is the benefit of being a Heavenly Master. I don't have the opportunity to cultivate immortality, but I'm never afraid of death, because I can be resurrected at will as long as Hell still exists."
"Hell, is it really that magical?" Zhang Yang was no longer in a hurry at this time. He felt that he had underestimated these four heavenly masters at the beginning.
"It can't be said to be magical, it can only be said that everyone has their own duties. The living belong to the living, the dead belong to the dead, and the immortal cultivators have to pay taxes, so it's better to be a heavenly master!"
While Qian Muyun was saying this, his hands were not idle. He used the ashes of the substitute ghosts, some kind of liquid and mud to make eight little men.
"Eight substitute ghosts, half each, can ward off disaster once when encountering danger. Of course, this has limitations, and it will not work if you encounter an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage."
"You haven't answered my question yet, don't you know the astrology technique?"
"Yes, but I don't want to die. You don't think I don't know that you've caused a big disaster, so you fled in a panic, right? Don't worry, we are trustworthy and will take you out of the Black Earth Plain, especially since you gave me another ordinary-level magic word. Hey, let's discuss it. If you tell me the mysterious-level magic word you just released, I will give you a complete map of the Heavenly Veins for Sword Cultivation. You practice according to the map on it. With your qualifications, I guarantee that you will master the nine Heavenly Veins within a hundred years! You can even go to the Dameng Sword Sect to become a core disciple."
"Is the Great Dream Sword Sect very powerful?"
Zhang Yang asked.
"Awesome? Very much so. It's the closest pure sword cultivation sect to Ye Ning City, about 100,000 miles away. Those few casual sword cultivators in Ye Ning City dream of becoming outer disciples of the Dameng Sword Sect."
"Sorry, I have my own sect, and I am the head of it now."
Zhang Yang shook his head, then looked at the unconscious Liu Xueli, who was waking up quickly.
(End of this chapter)
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