At the same time, seven black shadows as solid as substance slowly emerged from the sword energy.
They exude an extremely strong and eerie aura, like evil spirits from the Nine Nether Hell. Just one look at them can make people feel a chill in their hearts, and a creepy feeling instantly spreads throughout the body.
Upon closer inspection, you can see that each of the seven shadows has a unique shape and characteristics.
One of the shadows looked like a ferocious and terrifying dog, with bared fangs and eyes flashing scarlet light. This was a corpse dog.
The other shadow was like an arrow shot from a bow, as fast as lightning, and was named Fu Shi.
The third black shadow was like a small and exquisite bird, but its body was as black as ink, and it was full of gloomy aura. It was the bird Yin;
The fourth shadow was a blurry mass, with black mist rising from it from time to time, like a giant beast that devoured everything. It was called the Devourer.
The fifth shadow looked like an ordinary person, but his face was as pale as paper, without any blood. This meant he was not poisonous.
The sixth black shadow was surrounded by a layer of foul air, with a stench that made people nauseous. It was the cleansing of filth;
The last black shadow looked like a huge black lung, constantly contracting and expanding, emitting billowing black smoke. It was the stinking lung.
As soon as the seven souls transformed by the Ghost Soul Sword Technique appeared, they showed no sign of stopping. They turned into black streams of light and rushed straight towards the nine-fingered clones.
In an instant, a series of dull collision sounds resounded through the sky. Whenever the black shadow pierced through the bodies of those clones, their bodies would change strangely, and completely different emotions would be revealed on their faces.
Some clones suddenly burst into laughter, their laughter resounding through the sky. They laughed so hard that they fell forward and backward, unable to straighten their backs. In the end, they fell directly to the ground and rolled around, looking very crazy.
Some clones burst into tears, their cries were miserable and sad, like the cuckoo crying blood, and their hands were frantically tearing at their clothes, as if they wanted to vent all the endless pain in their hearts;
Some clones had angry faces, eyes wide open, veins bulging on their foreheads, and roaring incessantly. They had even lost their minds and began to launch fierce attacks on other clones regardless of the consequences.
Jiuzhi's real body was hiding among this group of clones. Witnessing this bizarre scene with his own eyes, he couldn't help but be shocked.
What exactly is this unprecedented and strange attack method?
Why did his clone fall into such a chaotic situation in an instant?
Jiuzhi's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He could never have imagined that the situation would turn out to be so bad!
However, his strong desire to survive made him realize that he could not wait passively at this moment, but had to take the initiative to attack in order to have a chance of survival.
So, he concentrated on controlling those clones that had not yet been hit by the black shadow, and at the same time issued orders, letting them rush towards Wu Zimo like a tide.
He himself cleverly hid among these many clones, trying to confuse the public and find an opportunity to fight back.
Wu Zimo stood firmly in place, facing the numerous clones rushing towards him like wolves and tigers, without a trace of fear on his face.
He held the silver knife tightly in both hands, twisted his arm slightly, and turned the silver knife to a different angle as if turning a key.
In an instant, the seven originally scattered black shadows seemed to have received some kind of mysterious command, and quickly gathered together, blending and entwining with each other. In the blink of an eye, they turned into an extremely huge black ghost.
This black ghost was ferocious and terrifying, with its fangs bared and claws spread out. Its bloody mouth suddenly opened, and a powerful suction force suddenly burst out, like a bottomless black hole, madly devouring those clones that dared to approach.
When Jiuzhi saw this, his heart trembled violently and he thought to himself that something was wrong.
He knew very well that if he continued to maintain this stalemate, it would not be long before all his clones would be destroyed and he would be left with nowhere to hide.
At the critical moment, he made a prompt decision and without hesitation poured the true energy in his body into a playing card in his hand.
As the true energy continued to flow in, the originally ordinary playing card began to undergo amazing changes.
It first expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its volume increased by several times;
Immediately afterwards, a strange and brilliant light shone on the card.
While the black ghost was busy devouring other clones, Jiuzhi seized the opportunity, swung his arm, and threw the poker card that was filled with true energy and emitting dazzling light at Wu Zimo like lightning.
Wu Zimo's heart suddenly jumped, and a strong sense of crisis instantly surged into his heart.
He did not dare to be negligent at all. He tightly grasped the hilt of the Ghost Soul Silver Knife with his right hand and pulled it out with sudden force.
Along with the crisp sound of the sword being drawn, a biting chill emanated from the blade.
Wu Zimo's eyes widened as he shouted, "Zanpakuto!"
The roar exploded in the air like thunder.
Just as he finished speaking, the ghost suddenly seemed to be pulled by some powerful suction force and flew straight towards the ghost silver knife.
In the blink of an eye, it was sucked into the blade.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Zimo tensed his arm muscles and swung the ghost silver knife in his hand with all his strength.
In an instant, a black light surged out from the blade at an astonishing speed, like a black crescent moon cutting through the sky.
Wherever the circle of black light passed, no matter whether it was the strange playing card or the numerous clones created by Nine Fingers, all that came into contact with it were neatly cut in half without exception.
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