flstandardbreds Chapter 179 Bloodstained Seventh Night (3)
Chapter 179 Bloodstained Seventh Night (3)
Chapter 179 Bloodstained Qixi Festival (Part 3)
Flames soared into the sky from Tombstone Hill, and the villa was completely engulfed in flames. The flames, along with the first rays of the morning sun, illuminated 101 Manor, where groups of three or five cultivators, armed with swords, patrolled the area.
"Did you hear that? There's a battle going on in Huacheng!"
Li Wenhao leaned on his sword with both hands, his posture elegant and refined, clearly a master of profound cultivation.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on the hillside, where two giant trees crashed down, the sound quickly reaching the vicinity of the villa.
"Master Ma, your men continue the search!" Li Wenhao roared and leaped towards the hillside.
At this moment, Little Black, covered in wounds, was carrying a small carcass in her mouth as she darted swiftly through the woods. Her serpentine movements allowed her to dodge several fatal attacks.
At the most critical moment, a phantom appeared behind the tree, and then two water arrows exuding a chilling aura suddenly shot towards Hua Cheng.
"You scoundrel, you actually launched a sneak attack!"
Hua Cheng first used the Moyun Sword to set up a defense in front of him before letting out a loud roar.
Two water arrows were launched suddenly, like arrows flying from the shadows. They were about to hit a patch of ink in the air when the situation suddenly changed. The two water arrows became four, quickly bypassing the ink wall and shooting towards Hua Cheng.
A fierce rage surfaced on his gloomy face, and Hua Cheng roared, "Break!"
In an instant, two more ink-stained walls appeared on his left and right sides.
Two strange popping sounds rang out, like water-filled balloons bursting. Corrosion marks appeared on the ink-stained wall, which quickly collapsed.
"Ah, yin energy!"
Hua Cheng was so shocked that his face turned pale. At the last moment, he rolled on the ground and narrowly avoided several splashes of water.
Water droplets fell to the ground, freezing everything within a radius of several meters.
"You're a ghost cultivator!" Hua Cheng jumped up quickly, pointing his long sword at the tree, his face trembling with shock and anger.
There are actually ghost cultivators in Zhuo Yang's house, and they are very powerful!
"Oops, you discovered me."
A voice without any fluctuation in tone came from behind the big tree. Liu Yubao, dressed in a green dress and a white jacket, quietly stepped out from behind the tree with a faint smile on her face.
"You... you actually reached the Spirit Devouring stage?" Hua Cheng became increasingly wary and couldn't help but take a step back.
The hallmark of a ghost cultivator in the Spirit Devouring stage is that their body is no longer transparent and ethereal; they look no different from humans and can even be touched.
Ghost cultivators are extremely difficult to deal with. Not only is their cultivation level unpredictable, but they also have very insidious tricks. Moreover, ordinary techniques cannot hit ghost cultivators at all; only magic can be used.
The Moyun Sword Sect is not known for its magic; their magic is more of an extension of their swordsmanship. Moreover, since this is Hua Cheng's first time facing a ghost cultivator, he is unaware of how much damage the Moyun Sword Technique can inflict on ghost cultivators.
"Xiao Hei, quickly take Xiao Diao away, leave this to me!" Liu Yubao waved his hand, as if he were about to chat with Hua Cheng.
Seeing this, Hua Cheng felt a chill run down his spine. Only a powerful ghost cultivator could face a Golden Core stage expert with such ease!
"You're not from Zhuoyang, are you?" Hua Cheng gritted his teeth. "Please don't meddle in other people's business. I'm from the Moyun Sword Sect!"
He could tell which side Liu Yubao was on, but he still wanted to test it out.
Liu Yubao glanced at him, raised her small hands, and her face gradually turned ashen. "Xiao Diao and Xiao Hei are Zhuo Yang's servants, and I am also Zhuo Yang's servant. We are in cahoots. They are injured, so I will help them avenge themselves!"
servant?
Even a master at the Golden Core level becomes a servant to someone else?
Zhuo Yang has such a big face!
Hua Cheng was unconvinced, and his face darkened. He said disdainfully, "You've asked for trouble, so don't blame the Mo Yun Sword Sect for slaying demons and monsters!"
Both sides adopted a stance that was equally aggressive and confrontational.
At that moment, a shout came from the sky, and then a figure landed next to Hua Cheng.
"Fourth Senior Brother, she's a ghost cultivator, be careful!" Hua Cheng sneered a few times, his aura becoming more domineering as he gained reinforcements.
Li Wenhao nodded, flicked his longsword, and combined it with Hua Cheng's aura, completely suppressing the cold aura emanating from Liu Yubao.
"Ghost cultivators are evil, they are heretics, and the Moyun Sword Sect has a duty to rid the cultivation world of this scourge!" Li Wenhao said righteously.
Liu Yubao laughed a few times, his voice filled with malice: "Say whatever you want. None of those who claim to be from a prestigious and righteous sect are any good. On the contrary, there's this guy who always says he's not a good person, yet he acts with integrity and uprightness!"
That guy, isn't that Zhuo Yang?
Thinking of Zhuo Yang's appearance, Liu Yubao's yin energy diminished somewhat, and a smile even appeared on his ashen face.
Zhuo Yang, I promised you I would protect your family, and now it's time for me to keep my promise!
A ghost cultivator's promise is more valuable than a human's!
"what……"
A shrill scream echoed throughout the entire tombstone mountain. Liu Yubao roared to the sky, his eyes turned pitch black, and a large number of bluish-gray veins appeared on his iron-blue face. Fangs grew out, and three-inch-long, pitch-black fingernails grew on his fingers.
With a flash, he disappeared from the spot, displaying truly ghostly speed, leaving only a series of gray shadows in the forest.
"Fifth Junior Brother, be careful! Let's join forces and set up a formation!" Li Wenhao roared, wielding his longsword repeatedly to create an ink-stained wall in front of him.
Hua Cheng was the same, then gritted his teeth and growled, "Fourth Senior Brother, with Leng Jun gone, the Three Talents Formation is missing one person, I'm afraid we can't stop that ghost cultivator!"
"It's nothing, just a ghost cultivator in the Spirit Devouring stage... Take this!" Li Wenhao sneered, then suddenly roared. In the instant a gray shadow flashed outside the ink wall, he swung his sword and thrust it out of the ink wall.
The longsword swept through the gray shadows with a hissing sound.
Liu Yubao's figure paused for a moment, then came into view. There was a tear in the waist of her long dress, and the wound was bleeding.
"The ghost cultivator is bleeding, it seems you've already cultivated a Dharma body. Once your seven souls gather, you'll be no different from a living person!" Li Wenhao sneered a few times. "Too bad you won't have the chance!"
"No, it's that you've lost your chance. I'm just stalling for time." Liu Yubao looked up at the sky, the ashen expression on her face quickly fading, replaced by a gentle demeanor. "Zhuo Yang is back!"
A thunderous roar echoed throughout the entire Tombstone Hill. Accompanied by the thunder, a figure streaked across the sky, flying over Hua Cheng and Li Wenhao's heads and heading straight for the villa.
"Zhuo Yang?" Hua Cheng growled in a deep voice.
"Oh no, he's attacking Mr. Yang! Capture the king!" Li Wenhao stomped his foot and leaped into the air, chasing after Zhuo Yang's figure.
Luring the enemy away from their stronghold and attacking where they are forced to defend, was the trick Yang Xi played last night. Now, Zhuo Yang is giving him a taste of his own medicine by capturing the leader first.
Hua Cheng wanted to follow, but a gray shadow flashed by. Liu Yubao blocked his way, her delicate face turning ashen again, her fangs reappearing.
"Your opponent is me!"
"Then I'll kill you first!" Hua Cheng roared, unleashing a sword technique called Ink Cloud Swordplay. The ink splashed into the sky transformed into thousands of ink arrows, raining down on Liu Yubao.