Yang Cheng's desperate attack, unleashing all his power, completely terrified Zhang Yuelu and Guangmu Jialan.
If Yan Chi and the Immortal King Eternal Vajra were to unleash their full power, they might be able to block it, but what would they use to block it?
Zhang Yuelu cursed under her breath, and her figure immediately transformed into flames that scattered in all directions.
Although Guangmu Jialan's divine inheritance is of the support type, he also has other inherited supernatural abilities.
A string of Buddhist prayer beads surrounded him, and a dazzling Buddhist light blocked his way, causing him to frantically retreat.
But it's useless!
Faced with Yang Cheng's overwhelming power, Zhang Yuelu, though transformed into a flame, was impacted by that power. The illusory flames dissipated, and his true body was shaken by the Seven Killings Star Lord's devastating power. He felt as if his bones and flesh were separating!
The Buddhist beads in front of Guangmu Jialan couldn't withstand the attack for even a moment and were instantly shattered. He was blasted away, coughing up blood. His arms trembled slightly, but with each step he took, large chunks of flesh fell off his arms!
Both of them were severely injured, but Yang Cheng did not stop at all. With a whoosh, the Blood Demon Shadow was instantly killed.
Yan Chi's expression was somewhat gloomy: "Is the inheritance of the Seven Killings Star Lord really that terrifying? Even the four of us working together couldn't stop him."
No wonder that demon died at Yang Cheng's hands; his death wasn't unjust.
The Undying Venerable King, the Eternal Vajra, also frowned deeply and sighed, saying, "Although the Seven Killings Star Lord is only a Star Lord's successor and not a high-ranking divine position, his own potential is extremely high. He specializes in killing and his power is incomparably strong."
Of course, it's also because Yang Cheng's strength is extraordinary; otherwise, even if a good-for-nothing had the Seven Killings Star Lord's inheritance, he would still be killed.
I anticipated that Yang Cheng would be difficult to kill, but I never imagined he would be this difficult.
As he spoke, the indestructible king, eternally abiding in Vajra, took out a scroll of Buddhist scripture, opened it, and began chanting Sanskrit.
Golden rays of light emanated from the Buddhist scripture and merged into Guangmu Jialan's body, causing flesh and blood to grow back on Guangmu Jialan's arms, which had almost turned into a skeleton.
"Junior brother, can you still see any trace of Yang Cheng?"
Guangmu Jialan gave a bitter smile. The golden light in his eyes had completely dimmed, and even turned slightly blood red.
"I can't see it anymore. I was injured by Yang Cheng's evil aura, so the Guangmu Buddha Boy should have been completely ineffective for a period of time."
Zhang Yuelu's condition was somewhat better, but she was still invaded by evil energy, her internal organs were almost displaced, and she was in a very miserable state.
Now he realized that the position of Arhat on Mount Ling was not so easy to obtain.
The Immortal King, Eternal Vajra, said in a deep voice, "Then let's keep chasing! Yang Cheng is also unleashing his full power; I don't believe he can recover his strength so quickly!"
Now that they have made their move, we must kill Yang Cheng as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, once Yang Cheng reunites with the people from the Heavenly Palace, their purpose will be exposed. Not to mention the inheritance of the Lord of Mount Tai, the two groups will probably have to fight to the death first.
At this moment, Yang Cheng was indeed as the Undying Venerable King Eternal Vajra had guessed: his qi and blood were depleted, and his strength was severely depleted.
However, while Yang Cheng suffered from great physical exertion, his recovery ability was equally strong.
Whether it's the power of Nirvana or the power of the Demon Bone, both can quickly replenish the physical strength he has lost.
Therefore, Yang Cheng almost simultaneously fled and recovered his strength.
"Were those people just now also outsiders like you? Didn't they know that the Ghost King was about to be resurrected? Why were they killing each other at a time like this?"
Mingxin asked with some doubt.
Yang Cheng sneered, "For some people, the Ghost King is not the most important thing; the most important thing is that there are no competitors like us."
Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore.
Do you know any shortcuts that lead to the east?
If we continue straight, they might catch up with us.
Mingxin said, "There is no such thing as main roads or side roads in the Ghost Realm; the danger level is about the same everywhere."
However, you can try taking several different routes. If they choose the wrong path, they might encounter other ghosts, which could waste their time.
Yang Cheng nodded and turned to leave.
The Undying Venerable King and his Vajra followers outnumbered Yang Cheng's group, but Yang Cheng's side also had a considerable number of people.
If he were to encounter Master Cui and his group, he might have a chance to turn the tables and launch a counterattack.
After changing direction, Yang Cheng was no longer greeted by the skyscrapers of Hong Kong, but by a vast expanse of ancient buildings. Each building had two bright red lanterns hanging in front of it, casting a dim light in the night and making the surrounding scenery even more eerie.
Instead of walking on the streets, Yang Cheng leaped directly onto the rooftops and traversed between them.
In some houses, Yang Cheng could clearly sense some strange yin energy wandering around, but he quickly left before those ghostly things could entangle him.
He didn't want to waste his time here with these bastards.
The effect of Nirvana is still very strong. Less than an hour has passed since Yang Cheng started to escape, but he has recovered about 80% of the energy and blood he had previously consumed.
Just then, Yang Cheng suddenly heard a faint singing voice.
"The bright moon shines, a cold wind blows through the willow lanes, is a female ghost seeking her lover?"
Who would love a vengeful ghost bride?
Accompanied by a female ghost, secretly worshipping the moonlight in the dead of night.
The bright moon shines, vengeful ghosts wander in the wind, the night grows deeper and the fog grows colder.
Wandering souls have traversed the desolate road.
Searching for a substitute, a cold wind blows through the moonlight…
Yang Cheng subconsciously looked in the direction from which the singing came, and frowned slightly: "A ghost bride."
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