Yin energy surged forth, and a ghostly creature ten feet tall emerged from the underworld.
Mo Zixuan cupped his hands and said a few words, and the giant ghost's scarlet eyes looked towards Mo Xie.
"call!"
A breath of eerie white air escaped his lips. "So this is the person?"
Eerie, ethereal ghostly sounds echoed in the night, sending chills down one's spine and giving one goosebumps.
Mo Zixuan nodded and said, "Please lend me a hand."
The great demon nodded and said, "Since you summoned me with your life, I will kill this man for you."
Mo Zixuan cupped his hands in greeting and slowly stepped aside.
Wang Da said in a horrified tone, "This is a great ghost from the underworld, not something that mortals like us can defeat..."
He drew his sword and slashed at the giant demon, resolutely saying, "Young master, run! I'll hold him off!"
"Heh..." The big ghost sneered, exhaled a stream of black gas, and struck out with his palm.
"Ah!" Wang Da covered his eyes, screamed, and flew backward.
Mo Xie put away the Soul-Summoning Bell, leaped forward, and supported Wang Da's back with her palm, absorbing the force for him.
Are you alright?
Wang Da coughed up blood and vomited, "...Young Master, you...you must run away."
Mo Xie shook her head, "There's no escaping it..."
He sighed and gently placed Wang Da on the ground. "Besides, I never intended to run away."
He stood up and summoned the demon sword. "I will kill it. Just wait a little longer."
With blood filling his mouth and his eyes glazed over, Wang Da stammered, "...Young Master...run..."
The great demon sneered, "What an arrogant mortal! After I've absorbed your yang energy, I'll throw your soul into a pot of oil and fry it up!"
With a swift stroke, the Moye Demon Sword transformed into a peach wood magic sword. "Then let's see if you have the ability!"
Having finished speaking, he drew his sword and leaped into the air, shouting, "Nine Swords of Annihilation!"
Unlike the profound techniques like Sweeping Across the Eight Desolations, which require profound energy to operate, the Nine Swords of Annihilation, as a sword move, can be performed without profound energy.
In Mo Xie's hands, the peach wood sword was like a black lightning dragon, carrying a deadly sword aura that a peach wood sword should not have, and it charged forward towards the great ghost.
"roar!"
The giant demon roared and pounced on Mo Xie.
Its ghostly body was tall, yet its speed was by no means slow.
Mo Xie's lightning-fast sword strike didn't even touch it.
Instead, it slapped the sword with its palm, causing his hand to go numb and the peach wood sword to almost slip from his grasp.
Even so, Moye continued to use her sword techniques, charging forward with an attitude of disregarding life and death.
The essence of the Nine Swords of Annihilation is to live in the face of death, with no retreat!
"The Ninth Sword!"
The first eight sword moves had been condensed to their fullest extent at this moment. The peach wood sword pierced down like a long rainbow, accurately and ruthlessly striking the big ghost's chest.
Sizzle!
With a sizzling sound like deep-frying, a plume of white smoke rose from its chest, and a stream of pale green blood splattered out, landing on the ground with a hissing sound like sulfuric acid.
"It's just a broken skin?"
A sense of helplessness arose in Mo Xie's heart. "In this world, is it really impossible to deal with such ghosts and monsters with martial arts alone?"
He inexplicably thought of a character from a movie—Zuo Qianhu.
Zuo Qianhu's martial arts skills had reached their peak, but with his mortal body, he was ultimately no match for the evil spirit.
"Damn mortal, how dare you harm my ghostly form! I will tear you apart alive!"
The giant demon clutched his chest and cried out in pain, completely enraged.
"Sizzle!"
A cloud of black mist spewed from its mouth.
Mo Xie reacted quickly, flipping over and narrowly avoiding the black mist.
"What terrifying ghostly aura!"
He staggered, and although he wasn't hit by the black mist, he felt dizzy and lightheaded.
Just then, the giant demon vanished into thin air.
"not good!"
A chilling killing intent came from behind, and without thinking, Mo Xie swung his sword to strike back.
The peach wood sword barely managed to deflect the ghostly claw that was reaching for his vest.
With a swift movement, the demon slammed his hand down on the sword, sending the peach wood sword flying from Mo Xie's hand.
The demon struck again with a palm, and Mo Xie blocked it by placing his arms across his chest.
"Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward.
"Young Master!" Wang exclaimed in surprise, his attention diverted, and his arm was torn apart by a ghoul.
Mo Xie stumbled back several steps, barely managing to stop, and shouted, "It's just a superficial wound, nothing to worry about! Focus on the enemy, don't worry about me!"
The great demon roared like muffled thunder, "What a mere superficial wound! Then I'll tear you to pieces and see how stubborn you can be then!"
"It seems that physical martial arts are not enough to deal with such ghosts and monsters; we must rely on magical artifacts and Taoist techniques..."
Mo Xie's mind raced, and a smile appeared on his bleeding lips. "Fortunately, I still have one of the top magical artifacts in this world."
The Soul-Summoning Bell!
Perhaps because its level was too low, this thing was not suppressed in the slightest by the laws of the Heavenly Dao of this world.
Therefore, the Soul-Summoning Bell can be said to be the most powerful magical artifact in this world, or even one that surpasses this world!
now,
The Soul-Summoning Bell rested quietly in Mo Xie's mind, nurtured and infused by his soul power.
"go!"
With a flick of his two fingers, a copper bell flew out from between his eyebrows and shot towards the charging demon.
Mo Xie clasped his hands together and shouted, "Soul Suppressor!"
The summoning bell had accumulated the power of half an incense stick's worth of energy, and suddenly its spiritual light shone brightly, emitting a bell sound that pierced through the dark night.
"What...what is this...ah!"
The great ghost was enveloped in the soul light, and it felt as if its ghostly body was boiling in a pot of oil, causing it to let out a shrill scream of pain.
The clear, echoing bell sound also caused its ghostly mind to dissipate by more than half, as if it had been sealed in place by a Taoist priest's talisman and was unable to move.
It said viciously, "Boy, even if you suppress me with this thing, it's a pipe dream to think you can kill me with your current level of cultivation!"
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