Master Yang stared at Long Yi with a playful expression and said sarcastically, "Boy, even a woman who has nothing to do with you is reminding you to be submissive. Don't you understand the current situation?"
A sneer appeared on Long Yi's lips, but he was still sitting on the stone chair, without any panic on his face.
"What do I need to understand? You're just an outsider who can only play tricks. I'm afraid you haven't even seen real magic. Why should I be afraid of you?"
"You...good boy! I hope that when you are haunted by evil spirits later, your mouth will still be as tough as it is now!" Master Yang was obviously very angry at Long Yi's words.
He suddenly grabbed the two soul-calling banners with both hands, roared loudly, and waved the banners vigorously while muttering something.
"Hey! There are three wonders in the sky: the sun, the moon, and the stars. They reach heaven and earth, shocking all ghosts and gods... All ghosts, listen to my command! Go!"
The black fog formed by the gathering of Yin energy hesitated for a while, and finally slowly attacked Long Yi.
Seeing the evil black mist flying towards Long Yi, everyone was so scared that they dared not breathe. It seemed that this guy's life was about to end. It was quite pitiful that after death, Master Yang would extract his soul and refine it into black mist.
"The light of a firefly dares to compete with the bright moon? In my eyes, your attainments in magic haven't even reached the entry level." Long Yi sneered.
With a thought, the "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" in the storage space instantly appeared in his palm. He raised his right hand and unfolded the entire scroll. In an instant, holy light shone everywhere, which was many times brighter than the light emitted by the Jade Lotus Holy Throne before.
"Looking at your arrogant look before, I thought you could bring out the King of Hell, but it turns out you're just a few shady little ghosts. And with your current strength, I'm afraid you can't fully control these little ghosts, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the moment the holy light shone on the black fog, a crackling sound was heard, and the thick black air seemed to have met its natural enemy and quickly dissipated in the air.
"This...how is this possible! I have been refining the Xuanming Yinhun for five years, how could it just disperse like that?" Master Yang exclaimed in shock, his eyes filled with surprise and fear.
He originally thought that the black mist would quickly attach to Long Yi and absorb all of his energy, but why did it dissipate in the air without even touching a hair on Long Yi's body?
After a while, the black fog had completely dissipated, and the few residual souls wrapped in it bowed to Long Yi and flew away.
Long Yi narrowed his eyes and said unkindly, "How dare a heartless person like you call yourself a master? You forcibly refine the residual souls of others for your own selfish desires, making them restless even after death!"
Master Yang's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared at the top of his lungs, "It's their honor to be my ghost soldiers. However, the Xuanming Yinhun that I spent five years refining was destroyed in your hands. So you have no choice but to replace them."
There was murderous intent in his eyes, and he seemed not to think that Long Yi was that strong. After all, Long Yi had just resolved the ghost with the help of that inexplicable scroll, and it had nothing to do with his own strength.
Master Yang waved the soul-calling banner in his hand a few more times with anger. This time, it was not ghosts that came out, but several thin arcs of electricity falling from the sky.
The electric arc exploded directly among the crowd in the yard, and a wealthy businessman from the capital was killed on the spot after being hit, without a trace of breath.
Long Yi frowned. It seemed that human life was even more worthless than grass in the eyes of this guy. So he didn't intend to show any mercy to such a scum.
Master Yang jokingly said, "Boy, this is the true power of the Soul Summoning Banner. It can rain divine punishment from the sky. Lightning will not be afraid of your shabby painting."
Long Yi sneered, put the "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" into the storage space, and took out the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword.
"Forget it. Seeing how unsophisticated you are, you're so proud of yourself for sending down two arcs of electricity. I'd like you to see what a real magical weapon is."
"Damn God, send down thunder!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he drew out the Longyuan Sword with one hand, pointed the sword at the sky, and the sharp sword edge cut through the sky!
Boom!
In an instant, the originally cloudless sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning appeared in the void, and it exploded, illuminating the entire sky.
Master Yang looked up at the sky in panic. The next second, strange things happened. A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly fell from the thick dark clouds.
He felt a huge sense of crisis in his heart and tried desperately to dodge, but no matter how fast he was, he could never be faster than lightning.
In desperation, Master Yang had no choice but to hold the soul-calling banner in front of him, hoping that this ancestral treasure could save his life in the moment of crisis.
The thick lightning bolt intelligently turned in the air like a giant python, and hit the two soul-calling banners with a snap.
The two soul-summoning banners had no power to resist and were directly cut in half. However, the momentum of the lightning only slowed down slightly and still hit Master Yang's lower abdomen and dantian.
"puff!"
Master Yang half-fainted before he could even scream, blood gushing out of the corners of his mouth, his face was pale, and one of his dantians was shattered into powder by lightning.
There was a faint smell of burning in the air. This was the smell of Master Yang's body being burned after high pressure passed through it.
Long Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and sent down another slightly smaller bolt of lightning, which exploded under Master Yang's feet.
"Master, please spare my life. I was blind and didn't recognize you."
This tiny bolt of lightning directly woke Master Yang up. At this time, his hair had become afro and his body was pitch black. If you didn't look closely, you would think he was a black man.
This guy is a complete coward. The first thing he did after being woken up by the explosion was to crawl to Long Yi and beg for mercy with tears and snot.
He glanced at the sky and saw that there was still thunder. He was frightened like a frightened rabbit. Where was the arrogance of the master before?
Silence! Except for the rumbling thunder in the sky, the entire yard was dead silent.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Long Yi stepped forward and stepped on Master Yang's head, saying coldly:
"I'm going to send down thunder from the sky to destroy your Dantian. Do you have any objections?"
"No, no, my life was given by Mr. Long. How dare I have any objection?" Master Yang said humbly, shaking his head like a rattle.
"I exposed your lies and broke your evil plan. Are you not convinced at all?" Long Yi increased the strength of his footsteps.
"I dare not, I dare not. Thanks to Master Long for helping me to stop, otherwise I would have made a big mistake." Master Yang kowtowed repeatedly, tears of gratitude.
"I have humiliated you and ruined your reputation. Do you hold any resentment against me?" Long Yi said in a deep voice.
"Master Long, you're joking. I was just arrogant before. Now that I've witnessed your supreme power of divine thunder, my little reputation means nothing."
Master Yang buried his face in the dust and spoke with utmost piety.
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