Beating up Qin Hui's ghost
The large iron pot artifact was broken open, and a fierce spirit crawled in, roaring as it tried to rush into the spirit-gathering array to devour the many heroic warriors.
These heroic spirits are a great tonic for these vengeful ghosts.
Buzz—
Old Luo Guozi made his move, standing protectively in front of the spirit-gathering array, and instantly annihilated the evil spirit with his old broom.
Then, he pointed at the large iron pot.
A burst of boundless light emanated from the surface of the large iron pot, instantly melting away the layer of vengeful spirits clinging to it, as if scalding hot snow had been poured over it, accompanied by a series of shrill screams.
But soon, countless vengeful spirits and ghosts pounced on them.
And it attracted an even more powerful evil spirit.
Old Luo's expression turned serious. He called for everyone to retreat into the iron pot, and together they poured their cultivation energy into the pot to repair the cracks.
This will be their last line of defense.
Once breached, the spirit-gathering array on the altar will also become precarious.
The heroic souls of the warriors inside will be mercilessly devoured.
Being alone outside, Ye Feng was able to unleash his full power, charging back and forth, invincible, while the spatial rift behind him devoured the evil spirits and ghosts.
The Great Seal of Mountains and Rivers descended, intertwined with the divine chains of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, its divine light gleaming, crushing and killing a large number of people.
But from the shadows, a powerful killing intent surged toward Ye Feng.
A red light flashed before his eyes, and a blood-dripping crawling creature pounced on Ye Feng, stirring up a stench.
This creature, dripping with blood, had a human face, its skin wrinkled and distorted as if burned by fire, its features twisted and grotesque, and it emitted the howling cries of an infant.
It extended its large, blood-stained claws and lunged at Ye Feng.
This person crawled out of the dry well in the old temple deep in the mountains of Xiangguo. Ye Feng recognized the aura on the person immediately.
The sorcerers of the Elephant Kingdom are mysterious and enigmatic, with profound knowledge and skills, far more complex than they appear on the surface.
Bang!
Ye Feng brought down the large iron hammer in his hand, instantly turning the blood-dripping creature into a bloody pulp.
at this time.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew in from the horizon.
Dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and sand and stones flew everywhere.
Five figures appeared in the dark clouds. Among them was an old man dressed in an ancient robe. He was thin, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face. His eyes shot out a resentful and fierce light. He was the ghost of Qin Hui.
He knelt before the Yue Fei Temple in West Lake, enduring the curses and beatings of the world for a thousand years. His resentment was immense, and he could manifest many supernatural powers.
Qin Hui angrily rebuked the evil spirits and ghosts present.
"Useless! So many ghosts, and they still can't break through a broken iron pot."
"Get out of my way, all of you."
The numerous vengeful spirits present seemed to be paying homage to a king, quickly making way for him.
boom--
Qin Hui's ghost opened its mouth and spat out a jet-black iron chain, gleaming with a cold, chilling light, which struck the broken iron pot fiercely.
Two beams of cold lightning shot out from Ye Feng's eyes, each tens of meters long.
It struck the black iron chain with a thud, sending sparks flying, and shattered into pieces.
"Qin Hui!"
"You treacherous villain, your ghost will never leave you! You killed Lord Yue, you deserve to be torn to pieces!"
"You still dare to covet the souls of heroes? You're courting death."
puff!
Ye Feng slapped Qin Hui from a distance, his spiritual energy transforming into a giant handprint that sent Qin Hui's head spinning 360 degrees around his neck, eliciting a shrill scream.
“A villain like you deserves to be killed by everyone.”
Snap!
Another slap, and his jaw was knocked off.
"For harming Lord Yue, you should be condemned to eternal damnation."
Snap!
The giant palm of spiritual energy, like a millstone, pressed down from the sky, crushing half of Qin Hui's ghostly body on the spot, like a dog being tortured without any power to fight back.
"You scoundrel, you deserve to be cursed by the world. You deserve to die a thousand times or ten thousand times."
"How dare you be so disrespectful to my husband! You're doing these warriors a favor by devouring their souls. Don't be ungrateful."
The ghost of a woman behind him angrily rebuked Ye Feng.
She was Wang, Qin Hui's wife.
Back then, when Qin Hui framed Yue Fei, he hesitated due to insufficient evidence. It was she who strongly encouraged him, leading Qin Hui to make the decision to harm Yue Fei.
Indeed, a woman's heart is the most poisonous.
"You wicked woman, you were partly responsible for harming Master Yue, go to hell!"
Ye Feng swung the large iron hammer in his hand and smashed Wang's ghost to death on the spot.
Beside them were the ghosts of three traitors: Zhang Jun, Wan Qixie, and Wang Jun. In their previous lives, they had joined forces to harm Yue Fei and acted as Qin Hui's lackeys.
"You will all die too."
Clang!
Ye Feng killed all three of them with a single blow.
The many martial artists below cheered with excitement at the sight.
"Well done! A traitor like Qin Hui deserves to be torn to pieces."
"Even if you throw him into a pot of oil to fry, it won't be enough to vent my anger."
"He dares to haunt us even after he's dead! Beat him to death!"
A strong, eerie wind was blowing at the scene.
Qin Hui roared repeatedly, and his mangled spirit, which had been hammered to pieces, miraculously recovered.
The four ghostly spirits beside them were the same; they quickly recovered amidst the rolling yin winds, chuckling coldly.
The resentment accumulated over a thousand years is indeed extraordinary.
Two fierce glints shot from Qin Hui's ghostly eyes.
"Ye Feng, you can't kill us."
"Obey your spirit-gathering array and let us devour the souls of heroes, and I may spare your life."
The countless vengeful spirits below also followed Qin Hui's lead.
"Otherwise, I will turn this border city into a living hell."
Large, dark clouds covered the sky and the moon, pressing down from above.
Sand and stones flew everywhere, and demons roamed freely.
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