Chapter 619
Along with the earth-shaking roar of Yin Faxiang, everyone felt an unprecedented palpitation.
A pair of eyes stared at the bloody mouth of the Yin Faxiang. Yun Qingqing looked as small as an ant in front of it.
Everyone watched as she raised her sword and faced the red light filled with enormous energy in the huge mouth.
One cut.
Yin Fashang's head fell off like vegetables being cut.
The red light in the giant mouth went out like a muted fire, and the huge head disappeared without a trace before it even touched the ground.
Everyone present:……!!!
A moment of dead silence.
The ghost cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, breaking the silence.
"How... is it possible..." He covered his chest and gasped, propping himself up and looking at Yun Qingqing, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Who...are you...? How could you...? Pfft..."
The Yin Dharma image was destroyed, and he was halfway through trying to finish his words when he spat out another mouthful of blood.
This ghost cultivator could not understand this at all, because even if the Yin Dharma Image was broken by a strong enemy, it would only dissipate temporarily. At most, the main body would be consumed more. As long as he rested for a while and absorbed more power from the ghosts, he could continue to use it.
Who would have thought that there is someone in this world who can completely destroy the Yin Dharma Image with just one sword!
He was also severely injured because the Yin Dharma Image had been clearly destroyed and could never come back!
He couldn't accept it at all, and stared at Yun Qingqing, trying hard to get an answer.
Yun Qingqing landed gracefully on the ground and without saying a word slashed at the ghost cultivator with a sword.
The ghost cultivator didn't expect that she would ignore his words and attack directly. His face turned stern, but because of his serious injuries, he couldn't avoid the sword light at all. His pupils constricted in fear.
But the sword did not hit him, it only cut off the sleeve of one of his arms.
The ghost cultivator looked at Yun Qingqing blankly. After a moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He took a deep breath and looked down at his arm.
Only a piece of clean skin was revealed under the severed sleeve, nothing else. The ghost cultivator suddenly looked at Yun Qingqing, his eyes wide open and he let out a shrill roar:
"What did you do to me? Why is the Lord God's mark gone?!"
Yun Qingqing said nothing, raised her hand and threw out eight talismans. The talismans flew around the ghost cultivator and instantly formed a formation, trapping him in it.
She walked towards the ghost cultivator with a cold look in her eyes:
"You have no right to ask questions, now I'm asking and you answer!"
"Tell me, why are you lurking in Changliu Mountain? What tricks does that so-called God Lord have in mind? What does it want you to do here?"
"How dare you!" the ghost cultivator gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "How can I allow you to blaspheme the Lord God? I won't say a word! Kill me if you want!"
Yun Qingqing nodded expressionlessly:
"OK."
The ghost cultivator originally thought that she would continue to interrogate him, and as long as he refused to speak, this woman would not kill him. But he didn't expect that she would give up the interrogation so lightly?
He looked at Yun Qingqing and raised her hand, his eyes twitched, and he exclaimed in surprise:
“Wait a minute…”
Yun Qingqing had already slapped a talisman on his head, and a golden light flashed from her fingertips. The ghost cultivator's expression and movements suddenly froze.
Along with a shrill scream, a black smoke overflowed from the top of his head and transformed into a vague human figure. It was actually the soul of the ghost cultivator being forced out of his body.
However, upon closer inspection, everyone discovered that the soul bore no resemblance to the body. They immediately realized that the body had originally belonged to Master Cuiying, and that it had been quietly taken over by this ghost cultivator at some point, and who knew how long it had been lurking in Changliu Mountain...
Taoist Master Songhe and several elders felt bitter in their hearts. They could not let go of the fact that their fellow disciples had been killed silently in the sect, with not even their souls left.
In the air, the ghost cultivator's soul rushed left and right in panic, trying to escape, but was firmly trapped by the formation that Yun Qingqing had set up early in the morning.
Yun Qingqing's eyes were cold as she walked into the formation without any hindrance and raised her hand again.
The ghost cultivator shrank to the edge of the mid-air formation and screamed:
"What are you going to do now?! Don't come over here!"
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