nyslfriends Chapter 163 Am I the worst?
Chapter 163 Am I the worst?
"ah--!"
A chilling howl reached the ears of Qingfeng and his companions.
"Soul-snatching ghostly voice, a high-level demon's innate spell!"
Old Ge and the others who had just arrived were deathly pale.
Upon hearing just one sound, their blood began to flow backward, uncontrollably.
"Disperse!"
Qingfeng uttered a single syllable, not loud, but it immediately dispelled the group's dazed state.
Meanwhile, Han Li, protected by the Great Evolution Technique, withstood the Yin Spirit Ghost King's soul attack.
"Keep your minds focused. I'll deal with it in a bit. You just need to protect yourselves."
Qingfeng's spiritual energy surged as he looked at a cloud of black mist in the distance.
Two pairs of red and green eyes stared at Qingfeng from within the black mist.
Nearby, there were several ghostly spirits covered in green fur, with pointed heads and wielding long white bone knives, resembling zombies.
"Tihun, you'll be dealing with those evil spirits and those few demon yakshas later."
Qingfeng handed Tihun over to Lao Hu.
"whee."
Tihun patted his chest, looking like he had me covered.
With Ti Hun's help, Lao Hu and the others became much more confident.
They were still a little unsure of themselves if they were to face those fierce-looking demons.
"Those cultivators were defeated one by one by these Yin spirits, so don't get separated."
After Qingfeng finished speaking, he summoned the magic weapon Three Emperors Prison Suppressing Hammer and went straight to meet the Yin Spirit Ghost King.
What the cultivators saw as a terrifying ghost king was, in his eyes, a rare ingredient, food to feed monkeys.
The black mist surged violently, and the ghostly figure hidden deep within finally revealed its true form.
It was a huge black demonic tiger with eyes like bells, and when it roared, it spewed out emerald green phosphorescent flames.
"A spirit, right? It's good that it has a physical form."
Qingfeng wielded the giant hammer and smashed it directly at the Ghost King's head.
The ghost king's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he spat out a green bead, heading straight for the giant hammer.
"thunder--"
The lightning patterns on the hammer suddenly lit up, turning into dazzling bluish-white lightning that collided with the chilling aura of the green bead.
"Sizzle!"
The lightning and the cold air intertwined, producing a piercing sound.
The green bead emitted a chilling mist that, like a living thing, tightly bound the Three Emperors Prison Suppressing Hammer.
"Control-type supernatural power?"
Qingfeng raised an eyebrow. This Ghost King's bead was quite something; it could actually entangle his magic weapon.
The ghost king's eyes revealed a smug satisfaction at its successful scheme. Its two enormous tiger heads opened their blood-red maws simultaneously, letting out a low roar.
"roar--!"
As soon as the roar subsided, the surrounding black mist surged violently, and the green-haired ghost yakshas surrounding them, along with dozens of elusive Yin spirits, all rushed towards Han Li, Jin Qing, and the others.
The Ghost King himself summoned more than a dozen skulls from his two tiger heads, which spewed streams of emerald flames at Qingfeng.
"Trying to use supernatural powers in front of me?"
A disdainful smile appeared on Qingfeng's face.
Playing with fire? Playing with fire in front of him?
He raised his right hand slightly, palm facing up.
"rise!"
With a soft shout, his magical artifact—the Netherfire Heavenly Sun Throne—was summoned and placed in front of him.
The dozen or so ghostly flames spewed by the skeletons were completely devoured by the skeletons on the armrests as soon as they touched the Netherfire Heavenly Sun Throne.
Both are skull-shaped magical artifacts, but Qingfeng's is of a higher grade, and his mastery of ghost fire far surpasses that of the Yinling Ghost King.
"go!"
With Qingfeng's control, the throne also spewed out ghost fire to attack in the opposite direction.
With a loud "bang," the dozen or so skeletons of the Yin Spirit King were reduced to dust under his attack.
Upon seeing this, both of the Ghost King's tiger heads simultaneously revealed expressions of horror.
It never expected that the cultivator in front of it would use ghostly techniques, and that the magic weapon he used was also a ghostly magic weapon.
Under the clash of the Yin Fire, this Yin Spirit King was completely outmatched!
Just then, Qingfeng's figure suddenly disappeared.
By the time the Yin Spirit King reacted, Qingfeng had already appeared above it, riding on a pair of crimson flame wheels.
"Smash it!"
Qingfeng swung his fist, relying on the physical strength tempered by the "Heavenly Demon Art," and punched the Ghost King in the middle of his spine.
"boom!"
A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.
The Ghost King's enormous tiger body, several meters long, seemed to have been struck by a mountain. Its entire body arched like a shrimp, and with a mournful howl, it crashed heavily into the mountain wall behind it.
"Boom!"
Rocks collapsed, and dust filled the air.
The Ghost King was embedded deep in the mountain wall, smashing a large pit several meters deep, with cracks spreading around it like a spider web.
It struggled to get up, but Qingfeng wouldn't give it a chance to catch its breath.
"die!"
Punch after punch, he unleashed them.
"Aww!"
The Ghost King's two tiger heads simultaneously let out a furious roar of resentment...
Meanwhile, the battle on the other side was also extremely fierce.
Han Li wielded his natal magic weapon, the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, and engaged in battle with a ghost yaksha.
The demon yaksha wielded a long white bone sword, still retaining some remnants of its martial arts techniques. Its swordsmanship was bizarre and ruthless, and each strike carried a strong aura of death.
"drink!"
Han Li let out a low shout, activated his spiritual power, and released a wisp of warding-off divine lightning.
The demon was struck, its body stiffened, and then it was slashed and vanished by the longsword.
To deal with the Ghost Yaksha, who was equivalent to the early stage of Core Formation, Han Li only used the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.
To deal with the Ghost Yaksha, who was equivalent to the early stage of Core Formation, Han Li only used the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.
Meanwhile, Jin Qing, who was nearby, was wielding the Lion Jade Seal magic weapon and a short sword, and was fighting a demon yaksha to a critical moment.
Although the yaksha was fierce, it was firmly suppressed by the Lion Jade Seal, and its annihilation was only a matter of time.
On the other side, Lao Hu manipulated his three natal throwing knives, which flew up and down, trapping a Yaksha inside.
Although he said it was easy, Oni Yasha's strength was indeed extraordinary, and he was sweating profusely as he dealt with him.
"Old Hu, I'm here to help you!"
At this moment, Old Ge made a hand seal, controlling his red umbrella to shoot out a beam of crimson light, which shone on the head of the ghost yaksha.
Immediately, the green fur-covered skin of the demon began to soften.
"Okay! Please turn around, baby!"
Old Hu controlled the throwing knife and slashed it down on the head of the demon, killing him instantly.
"whee!"
The Soul-Crying Demon stood to one side, its eyes wide open. It leaped into the air and took a deep breath through its nostrils.
It absorbed a large number of nearby evil spirits, as well as the demon yakshas that had already been killed and were beginning to dissipate, into its belly.
"belch!"
Tihun let out a small hiccup, landed on Lao Ge's shoulder, wagged its tail, and looked smug, as if it were a piece of cake.
With the arrival of the weeping spirit, the remaining evil spirits were quickly cleaned up.
Those demon yakshas were all killed.
"These ashes are all good stuff."
As Jin Qing spoke, he took out a small box and picked up some of the scattered fragments of the ghost yaksha from near Ti Hun's mouth.
These are all resources, good things that can be exchanged for spirit stones.
Seeing this, Lao Hu and Han Li also began to collect some of the unwanted Yin spirit materials.
"Um...aren't we going to help?"
Old Ge asked in confusion.
After all, on the other side, Qingfeng was fighting the Yinling Ghost King alone.
"Forget it, just don't cause trouble for Fellow Daoist Qingfeng."
After Old Hu dissipated the demon, he put away the bone knife he had left behind.
"..."
Although Lao Ge was unconvinced, after witnessing the methods of the others, he realized that he was indeed the weakest one.