Yang Qingxuan put away his interspatial pouch and took out six Crescent Moon Blades. He placed them in front of him as he stared coldly in all directions.
The six perfect Killing Moon Blades locked onto the six auras that were approaching, causing the six auras to freeze and not dare to move.
The corner of Yang Qingxuan's mouth curled up into a sneer. He swept his gaze across the crowd and said, "Come at me if you want to take advantage of me."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and another six perfect Crescent Moon Blades appeared in the air.
"Bang!"
Everyone broke out in cold sweat and retreated involuntarily.
Those were 12 perfect Crescent Moon Blades!
Their value was immeasurable. If they were unleashed, even a Lord of a Thousand Realms would be killed.
Everyone finally knew how Song Sui died.
Those martial cultivators who had been coveting Zuo Tuo's secret treasures all turned pale. They didn't dare to approach or even move.
Yang Qingxuan sneered and said, "Since all of you have come here in high spirits, how can you go back empty-handed? Just stay where you are and watch carefully. This is a once-in-a-lifetime Battle of the Thousand Realms. You won't have wasted your time if you observe it until the end. "
Everyone was extremely dissatisfied, but they did not dare to say anything. Otherwise, none of them would be able to block the 12 Crescent Moon Blades.
Moreover, Yang Qingxuan's words made sense. It was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to observe the Battle of the Thousand Realms. Moreover, it would greatly improve one's comprehension of the Martial Dao.
Since it was not realistic to snatch the secret treasure, it was better to observe the battle.
Everyone's attention was immediately focused on the abyss. They could feel the powerful energy fluctuations coming from it.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a light flashed from the abyss, and the Ashen Cloud Elder charged out. He was covered in blood.
The Ghost Hell Domain in the sky suddenly froze. Countless wandering souls and ghosts lunged at the Ashen Cloud Elder.
Moreover, the Ghost Hell Domain continued to shrink until it was only 1,000 feet wide. It looked like a cage that imprisoned countless ghosts and ghosts.
The Ashen Cloud Elder furiously attacked the wandering souls and ghosts. He roared, "What's the point of using such despicable means to deal with a Thousand Realms Whirling expert? If you have the guts, come and fight me openly! "
"Tsk, idiot!"
Onishi appeared in his domain and said disdainfully, "You can't even deal with these brats and you want to fight me?"
With a light wave of his hand, tens of thousands of ghostly souls appeared once more before charging forward.
Everyone swallowed with difficulty. The scene in front of them was too horrifying. As the saying goes, enough ants can bite an elephant to death. Evil spirits were constantly rushing over from all directions, and the slightest bit of carelessness would result in one being bitten.
As for Onishi, he was floating in the air with his arms crossed as if he was watching a show.
Yang Qingxuan could see the profound meaning of this move. As long as the Ghost Domain was not broken, it seemed that there would be an endless stream of evil ghosts, which would exhaust Cangyun Weng to death.
Old Man Ash-Cloud was no fool, and soon realized what was happening. Roaring, he slammed his palms out in all directions, shattering the evil ghosts. Then, he pulled out a small box, performed an incantation gesture, and placed it inside.
It was none other than the Soul Lock Box. A ghostly head emerged from the box, and when it saw the evil ghosts coming from all directions, its eyes lit up, and it excitedly reached out to grab them.
"Huh?"
Onishi was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly, "Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. You're playing with little ghosts in front of this emperor, hahahaha."
Onishi was laughing so hard that he was rocking back and forth. He playfully said, "Then let this ghost enjoy it. Eat to your heart's content."
The countless evil ghosts rushed over even more crazily, and the ghost on the Soul Lock Box grabbed them and swallowed them one by one.
Soon, the shape of the ghost changed. Half of its body grew out, and it was much stronger, but its burly body was extremely bloated.
Old Man Ash-Cloud's face was very ugly. He also felt that the ghost seemed to be about to explode.
This was a treasure that he kept in the Soul Lock Box to refine souls.
Finally, the ghost in front of him swelled to its limit, and with a bang, the Soul Lock Box exploded.
Countless refined and unrefined souls flew out, including Song Guan's soul. His face was full of anguish and pain, and he struggled desperately.
"That is? Bang! Lord Song Guan! "
A sharp-eyed martial cultivator immediately recognized Song Guan.
"Wasn't Song Guan killed by Yang Qingxuan? How could his soul be in Old Man Ash-Cloud's hands? "
"I've long heard that Old Man Ash-Cloud collected souls to refine pills, but I didn't think it was true."
"He even dared to collect Elder Song Guan's soul, isn't he afraid of the Song Family's retaliation?"
All sorts of voices entered Old Man Ash-Cloud's ears, causing him to panic. He shouted out, "Don't speak nonsense! This person only looks like Song Guan, not Brother Song Guan!"
Onishi was overjoyed, "Haha, it's actually the soul of the Lord of a Thousand Realms! Haha, this is a bargain for me!"
His figure flickered and he turned into a giant ghost. He grabbed Song Guan's soul and stuffed it into his mouth.
The surrounding martial cultivators were aghast. Their expressions became strange, "A Lord of a Thousand Realms that looks like Elder Song Guan?"
Old Man Ash-Cloud's forehead was covered in a cold sweat. No matter how he explained, it would be useless.
After Onishi swallowed Song Guan, his eyes shined. He also swallowed the other souls that floated out. Although they couldn't compare to Song Guan, they were still World King level existences. Onishi was overjoyed to eat them.
"Brother Old Man Ash-Cloud, this ghost cultivator is extraordinary. I fear he is a fierce existence. How about I help Brother Old Man Ash-Cloud to eradicate this ghost cultivator and rid the world of evil? "
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in the crowd. A man with an expressionless face appeared. He wore hemp clothes and straw sandals and carried a bundle of hemp rope on his back.
Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank. This wasn't good. As soon as this person appeared, he had seen through his true form and cultivation with his Fiery Golden Eyes. His true form was that of a giant crow, and his cultivation had surpassed the World King realm. He was a Lord of a Thousand Realms!
"Guru Gray Crow!"
A sharp cry came from the crowd.
With a loud crash, the area around Guru Gray Crow turned into a vacuum. All the martial artists desperately retreated, as if they were terrified.
Yu An grimly said, "We're in big trouble. Guru Gray Crow is infamous. Not only is he evil, but his methods are also extremely cruel. He often slaughters sects, cities, and even worlds. Moreover, he has an extremely terrifying hobby, which is to devour souls. "
"Devour souls?"
Yang Qingxuan's expression became strange. Wasn't that the same as Onishi? The two of them were on par with each other.
Old Man Ash-Cloud was at a loss. How could he not be ecstatic? He quickly shouted, "Brother Gray Crow, you've come at the right time! Let's join hands and rid the world of evil! We'll eradicate this demon! "
Yang Qingxuan cursed, "You two idiots! You're killing people for your own selfish desires and you call it 'ridding the world of evil'? Of all the Lords of a Thousand Realms in the universe, no one is as thick-skinned and shameless as you two!"
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