flstandardbreds Chapter 154 Soul-Binding Array
Chapter 154 Soul-Binding Array
Chapter 154 Soul-Binding Array
The dark, ominous clouds in the sky were dispersed by the powerful aura, and the gloomy sky regained its color. The fiery sky seemed to foreshadow an imminent great battle.
"Isn't cultivation just about who can be more ruthless?"
Fu Quan grinned maliciously, his laughter gradually rising until it sounded like the howling of a vengeful ghost.
"Zhuo Yang, today is your death day!"
The laughter stopped abruptly. Fu Quan waved his hand sharply, and gray-white figures emerged from the grass, trees, soil, and villa walls in the courtyard.
They all have similar appearances: a pained and ferocious expression, a translucent body floating in mid-air, and jet-black fingers with long nails that gleam with a metallic sheen.
Countless vengeful ghosts filled the courtyard, which covered an area of over a thousand square meters.
"Very good, the more the better!" Zhuo Yang's eyes gleamed with excitement, and even the dragon-patterned longsword responded with a dragon's roar.
The more ghosts there are, the more humans the Fu family has cruelly slaughtered. By rescuing them, Zhuo Yang will gain immense merit, enough to offset the karmic consequences of the passengers who died on the Perfume Cruise Ship.
"Heh heh..." Fu Quan's eyes, hidden beneath his hoodie, were bloodshot like two red-painted light bulbs. His shoulders trembled as he grinned maliciously. "You talk too much nonsense, Zhuo Yang. Are you stalling for time?"
He didn't give Zhuo Yang a chance to continue speaking; before he could finish his sentence, he waved his long sleeves.
In an instant, countless vengeful ghosts screamed simultaneously, the terrifying noise soaring into the sky, as horrifying as rolling thunder.
"what……"
A vengeful ghost screamed as it emerged from the grass not far from Zhuo Yang, stretching out two pitch-black arms to grab Zhuo Yang's neck.
This is a female ghost with a beautiful face, but her pained expression makes her look incredibly terrifying.
Zhuo Yang swung his sword and slashed at the ghost. The moment he struck the ghost, he twisted the blade and smashed the spine of the sword into the ghost's face.
With a loud bang, the vengeful ghost was sent flying, hovering in mid-air and staring at Zhuo Yang with a pitiful gaze.
"You're not going to kill her?" Fu Quan sneered in surprise. "If you don't kill her, she'll kill you. Let's see if you have any more compassion left!"
With another wave of his long sleeves, another vengeful ghost screamed and pounced on Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang stood proudly, a solemn expression on his lips. He swung his dragon-patterned longsword, the spine of the blade striking the ghost's head hard and sending him flying.
This is a male vengeful ghost with a livid face and half of its head missing. It must have suffered a very tragic fate in its previous life.
After being flung away, he screamed and flew back, seemingly determined not to stop until he dragged Zhuo Yang into the ghost realm as well.
"Compassion?" Zhuo Yang looked at Fu Quan indifferently, and casually swept his sword out, sending the evil spirit flying again. "From the moment I was born, I have never known what compassion is."
"Those who anger me, I will surely kill!"
A dragon's roar erupted, and the dragon-patterned longsword seemed to possess a spirit, responding to Zhuo Yang with overwhelming battle intent.
"You've got quite the nerve. Let's see if you can survive the Fu family's Ghost-Binding Formation first!" Fu Quan was enraged by Zhuo Yang's fighting spirit. He raised his arms, his long sleeves waving in the air.
In an instant, countless vengeful ghosts roared once again, shaking the heavens and the earth.
One after another, vengeful ghosts pounced on Zhuo Yang...
The great battle begins!
Zhuo Yang brandished his longsword, smashing a fierce ghost away with a single strike. He then used his movement technique to pass between two attacking ghosts, while simultaneously dodging the claws of a ghost behind him.
The situation became extremely dangerous.
There were too many vengeful ghosts, leaving Zhuo Yang too little space. He didn't want to indiscriminately slaughter them, so he only used the back of his sword to sweep them away, and then they would attack him again.
In just about a minute, Zhuo Yang was compressed into a very small space by dozens of fierce ghosts, leaving him no room to maneuver.
A novice can easily defeat a master; Zhuo Yang is in danger.
"Hahaha..." Fu Jing laughed wildly, looking at the darkening sky, "Dad, you see, right? Zhuo Yang is trapped in the Ghost-Binding Formation. It won't be long before he's torn to pieces by the vengeful ghosts."
"You watch from heaven as your daughter avenges you, capturing Zhuo Yang's soul and torturing it in the most brutal way!"
Fu Jing lowered her head and looked at Zhuo Yang with a sinister gaze. "Grandpa, I'm going to make my move!"
Fu Quan nodded and said in a deep voice, "Zhuo Yang doesn't want to kill the vengeful ghosts, that's why he's in such a sorry state. Once he gets serious, we'll be under a lot more pressure. Be careful!"
"He won't have a chance to be serious!" Fu Jing stretched out her hands and let out a few shrill screams, indistinguishable from the vengeful ghosts around her.
The next moment, a black, muddy substance "flowed" along the ground toward Zhuo Yang, who was surrounded by vengeful ghosts.
That was dark thunder, a grayish-brown lightning bolt made of mud!
"Get out of here!"
An explosive roar rang out, and the mountain of vengeful ghosts suddenly exploded, with dozens of them flying into the sky.
Zhuo Yang's figure emerged from the horde of vengeful spirits. His dragon-patterned longsword was gone, and with just one punch, he broke through the encirclement of the vengeful spirits.
His body, forged by heavenly lightning, was stronger than that of any cultivator on Blue Star. Even without using true essence, he could contend with vengeful ghosts with sheer strength.
With each punch landing squarely, he blasted the vengeful ghosts into the sky.
"Yin Lei?"
His pupils contracted sharply, and Zhuo Yang unleashed a palm strike of lightning.
Yin thunder and Yang thunder collided once more, causing a towering explosion that sent countless vengeful ghosts soaring into the sky.
As the smoke cleared, Zhuo Yang's figure was revealed, his back slightly bent, and a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He clenched his teeth, forcing out the words: "What a vicious, sinister thunder!"
Countless vengeful ghosts around them let out chilling laughter, and the entire courtyard seemed to tremble, with gusts of cold wind blowing.
Zhuo Yang blocked Fu Jing's Yin Lightning with his palm lightning, but he didn't expect that in the Soul-Binding Formation, Fu Jing's Yin Lightning had properties similar to the Heavenly Mystery Ghost Grass, directly affecting his primordial spirit.
His primordial spirit was severely struck. If Zhuo Yang had fused with the fragments of the primordial spirits of the two demon lords, his primordial spirit would surely shatter under this heavy blow, and he would die on the spot.
"Zhuo Yang, how do you want to die now?" Fu Jing took a few steps forward, her joy at finally getting revenge making her burst into wild laughter.
"Heh!" Zhuo Yang looked at her and sneered, "A mere bolt of Yin lightning? Do you think my primordial spirit is made of clay and will shatter at the slightest touch?"
Straightening his body, the Demon Lord's primordial spirit was fully released. The immense pressure instantly dispersed the dense yin energy in the courtyard, causing the surrounding evil spirits to tremble in fear.
"What is that?" Fu Quan exclaimed in shock, rushing forward to block Fu Jing's path. "Fu family disciples, stay alert and activate the great formation with all your might!"
"A thousand ghosts roam the night; all gods retreat!"
He raised his arms, and the gradually dissipating Yin energy surged wildly again, barely able to withstand the pressure of Zhuo Yang's primordial spirit.
The dozen or so Fu family disciples were roused and began chanting incantations.
The solemn voice, like chanting scriptures, echoed, and countless vengeful ghosts, each with an increasingly terrifying and chilling expression, appeared.
"what……"
A shrill scream rang out, and hundreds of vengeful ghosts pounced on Zhuo Yang with all their might.