This old man called those children who had been cursed "spirit children".
"Kneel down and let this old monk plant a curse on you, making you my puppet to be at my beck and call, only then can I cleanse you of your sins."
Ye Feng angrily rebuked.
“As a monk, he has no compassion whatsoever.”
"He is called a monk, but he is a demon in reality."
"Today I will kill you to avenge so many innocent children."
Whoosh!
The Xuanyuan Sword swept out horizontally.
The sword energy surged wildly, reaching lengths of tens of meters.
The Xuanyuan Sword's energy is extremely strong and yang, specifically designed to subdue these ghosts, demons, and evil spirits.
The sword energy condensed into phantom images of dragons and tigers, like a blazing sun shining in the sky.
His noble spirit will live on forever.
Before the sorcerers closest to him could even make a move, they were cleaved in two by a single sword strike, blood flowing freely.
"You bastard, Ye Feng, you're too arrogant..."
Ye Feng didn't even give the other party a chance to speak before swinging his sword and slashing.
Listening to these demons speak is a desecration of one's own ears.
They chopped down the remaining sorcerers as easily as chopping vegetables or cutting melons.
"Old dog, it's your turn."
Holding a blood-dripping longsword, Ye Feng strode toward the withered, short monk at the head of the group.
His black hair flowed over his shoulders, and he exuded an imposing aura without being angry, with two cold glints shooting from his eyes.
During this time, a group of monks rushed out from behind, each of them exuding an evil aura and filled with a sinister and ghostly atmosphere.
Before he could even cast a spell, Ye Feng slashed and killed him with his sword.
Behind him, the withered monk clasped his hands together, chanting incantations, and a cloud of black mist rose up behind him.
The black mist condensed into a terrifying ghost face, which opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Ye Feng, spewing out a terrifying ghost fire that instantly incinerated Ye Feng.
It was as if the fires of the deepest hell were burning, with ghostly shadows appearing from all directions, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and wolves.
It was as if a hundred ghosts were walking at night, and the human world had turned into hell.
In an instant, the withered old monk became even more sinister and terrifying, like an old ghost that had just crawled out of an old grave.
His facial features were contorted and grotesque, and his fingernails grew several feet long, resembling sharp steel hooks, as he reached out to grab Ye Feng from mid-air.
"Amitabha Buddha, let this old monk perform the ritual to help you find peace..."
puff!
Ye Feng waved his enormous spiritual energy palm, shattering the spiritual energy flames. With unparalleled righteous pressure, he instantly turned the withered old monk into a pulp.
A huge palm print was left on the spot, with the palm lines clearly visible and cracks spreading around it.
at this time.
Amidst the billowing black fog, a figure could be seen fleeing frantically into the depths of the valley.
It was Horton, standing on the flying light board, his eyes filled with fear, glancing back every now and then.
The venomous curses echoed back from afar on the mountain wind.
"Ye Feng, don't push your luck."
"You want to kill me? No way, you can't catch me..."
Whoosh!
Ye Feng drew his bow and nocked an arrow, shooting it from mid-air towards Horton's back, striking him squarely in the right shoulder.
"ah……"
Horton let out a piercing scream, staggered, and nearly fell off the flying light panel.
Ye Feng's eyes were cold as he strode forward to chase after him.
at this time.
Suddenly, a blood-soaked hand emerged from a dry well in the corner of the temple, reaching out to grab Ye Feng...
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