"A small number is fine, but once the number exceeds thousands or tens of thousands, you can only give general commands, and the battle becomes extremely rigid."
"And this spell can solve the above problems very well." He suddenly talked about an obscure skill in the sect.
"Ha, are you talking about the 'Soul-Splitting and Ghost-Exorcising Art' that turns anyone who practices it into an idiot? I heard that out of 10 people who practice this, 9 turn into idiots and the other turns into a madman." The disciple holding the sword turned around and looked at it with disdain.
"Ahem, although the probability of failure is quite high, some people have succeeded in practicing it before. But that's not the point. The point is that I discovered the original version of this technique in the ruins of Yama Palace. After reading the original version, I have to admit that the founder of the sect was quite ingenious, and he actually made such a great improvement."
"What is the original version like?" At this time, the disciple holding the sword became interested.
"The original version doesn't actually use one's own soul to drive it, but rather uses other living beings. While this method doesn't allow for the same level of control as one's own arms and fingers, it can still achieve exceptional agility without expending one's own energy."
"In this case, isn't it the same as controlling ordinary ghosts?" The disciple holding the sword was puzzled.
"Yes, many ordinary ghosts have no intelligence, or their intelligence is not very high. They only have intermittent obsessions and the like."
"But the original version of this technique uses a living person to directly refine them into a ghost. While this method may cause them to become stupid or insane, at least it won't be you. Just try a few more times and it will be fine. The only thing worth noting is that this living person must be loyal and open-hearted to you, both in life and in death, and not resist your command. Only then can success be achieved."
"Okay, I understand." The disciple holding the sword nodded helplessly.
"Those of you who enslave corpses and ghosts all like to create these troublesome and difficult-to-use fancy things."
"If I had so many loyal subordinates, why wouldn't I train them properly? Why do I have to turn them into fools? No wonder Yama Palace was destroyed back then. With people dying every day in the territory, it's a wonder it can develop."
However, the purple-robed disciple on the stone seat turned his head at this moment, and his black pupils shone with an inexplicable glow in the dim underground.
"Junior brother, do you know? Not everyone has talent and is suitable for cultivation. So, what's wrong with making use of waste?" His voice was so cold that the disciple holding the sword lost all his sleepiness and felt a slight chill in his body.
"who!"
Suddenly, the sword-wielding disciple stood up straight, pulled out a Hanlan long sword from its scabbard, held it in his palm, and looked towards a dark corner.
The first thing that emerged from the shadows was a pair of small shoes, followed by the black skirt, then the slender waist, the upper body wrapped in a cloak, the white and soft neck, the silver hair scattered on the shoulders, and finally the face covered with a mask, and the pair of clear eyes in the mask.
"Who are you and why are you here?" The disciple sitting on the stone seat also noticed something strange, took a few steps back, and picked up a lantern that was originally on the stone seat.
"Me?"
Roland Hill tilted his head slightly, sizing up the two Zhaoye Palace disciples. They were both dressed in uniform purple and white robes, with jade pendants for gathering souls dangling from their waists. Their swords were also specially crafted, possessing exceptional lethality against ghosts.
"I'm here on behalf of the witch of the Youchi clan. But why are you here?" The girl's ethereal voice echoed in the underground cave, and the faint campfire in the cave made the figures and faces of both parties sway constantly.
"We are disciples of Ningzi Zhaoye Palace, and we are here to guard the Broken Cave Heaven of Yanluo Palace." Seeing that the girl spoke and was not a monster that suddenly awakened in the ruins, the two men breathed a sigh of relief.
"Guard? Then why are there so many rampant monsters and ghosts in the mountains?" The girl stepped forward, raised her snow-white wrist, and the magic power of the Undead Sequence began to gather in the void.
Seeing that this beautiful girl had ill intentions, the two men felt a chill in their hearts, but it was impossible for them to surrender. No matter what, they were still disciples, so they still had some self-respect.
The two of them immediately prepared themselves. For a moment, the extraordinary core in their bodies started to operate at high speed, the long swords in their hands gradually became brighter, and six ferocious evil spirits with bared fangs and claws flew out of the lantern and kept circling.
Then the sword-wielding disciple let out a low shout, twisted his body, and disappeared into the air like an afterimage, breaking through the air and attacking.
Loran Hill only felt that eight sword lights of different angles suddenly appeared in front of him, flashing and attacking, making it difficult to dodge.
However, this move is not impossible for Loran Hill to break.
At the moment the sword arc slashed down, the girl's figure also fluctuated and dissipated into the air.
Soon after, the sound of swords clashing could be heard from the cave, sparks flew everywhere, and cold magic power poured out like a cold blade, cutting through the rock walls, stones, and smooth surfaces.
This disciple of the Zhaoye Palace constantly switches between ghost and physical form, flashing and darting at lightning speed to attack or evade. The longsword in his hand can even split apart during this brief ghostly transition, slashing at various angles. The opponent will never know which of these sword beams will at any given moment become physical and rip apart their body.
As expected of an inner disciple of Ningzi Zhaoye Palace, Loran Hill brandished the Silver Moon Scythe and fought against him at high speed, feeling a little emotional.
This was the most formidable opponent she had encountered since entering the Sunset Mountains. Although he was only at level five, he was far more dangerous than those sequence six monsters and had fewer weaknesses.
The greatest advantage humans have over demons lies in their wisdom and heritage. The experiences, skills, and techniques passed down from generation to generation, and their various advantages and disadvantages have long been tempered countless times throughout history and have become extremely sophisticated.
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