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Ji Fengming, who was famous for her techniques, suddenly used a blade technique, and it was even the Yin Wangyao's Desolate Bone Blade, it was really unexpected. Caught off guard, the fierce blade aura had already arrived. If it was the past Ying Feiyang, he would definitely be shocked, and would be at a loss, but the current Ying Feiyang was different, even though he was surprised, he still made the best response. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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But his body suddenly disappeared, without exerting any force, he flew back more than ten feet. When he was close to the demarcation line, he suddenly stopped. His feet touched the empty air, his body moved forward like a sword, turning defense into offense.
This movement, like an oriole leaving and a swallow returning, was very agile, many of the Taoism people at the scene, if not for the fact that he was a ghost, would have cheered loudly. Ji Fengming, however, was expressionless, she turned a blind eye, her wrist turned the white-boned demon knife from a vertical slash to a horizontal slash, straight towards Ying Feiyang, the black sword and white knife clashed, a loud bang was heard, the ground cracked, the sharp energy dispersed in all directions, the Taoism people who were slightly closer were already hit by the strong wind until their faces were hurting. Just the shockwaves alone were enough to put him in a sorry state.
And in the center of the storm, after the clanging strike, it did not stop. Instead, it attacked even more swiftly and fiercely. Ying Feiyang did not allow Ji Fengming to escape. At this moment, his swift sword struck continuously, fully displaying the sword path of the 'Rahu Devouring Dark Sun'. His sword technique was straightforward, concise and efficient, but every strike seemed to have gone through precise calculations. By the time Ji Fengming noticed it, she was already trapped in the sword net, as if she was being devoured by the dark sun.
Ying Feiyang saw that the time was right and tightened the sword net bit by bit. He saw that Ji Fengming's hands and feet were getting more and more restricted as the battle went on. However, he saw Ying Feiyang's saber sweeping out and rotating the Heavenly Cycle. A saber circle spread out and shattered the sword net around him. The remaining force did not dissipate and continued to chop off Ying Feiyang's head.
Ying Feiyang had some thoughts in his mind, as he dodged the saber energy and at the same time, he glanced at Yin Wangyao. Although Yin Wangyao was sitting on his high seat, his eyes were half-closed, as if he did not see the battle below the stage. He thought, "As expected!"
He had personally seen the saber move that swept around. When he fought with Yin Wangyao previously, he had suffered under this move.
Ji Fengming had first conjured the Yin Wangyao's desolate bones and then used the Yin Wangyao's saber move. Looking at the Yin Wangyao's dazed look, Ying Feiyang could only think of one possibility — the Yin Wangyao's soul had left its body and was residing in Ji Fengming's body.
The Hell Dao raised ghost slaves as they could fight. if their master's body, if could could they could to the body. Dao Yi Wang You can Life, and Soul. if. Possessing Ji Fengming's body was easy, but it made Ying Feiyang praise in his heart, "What a thick-skinned and black-bellied Yin Wangyao!" Yin Wangyao had been in hiding for a hundred years. His saber techniques were not recognized by the Dao Sect, Asura Dao, or most ordinary ghost cultivators of the Hell Dao. However, the upper echelons of the Hell Dao and the Human Dao Lord, Yan Shiyuan, who often interacted with him, could see some clues. Yin Wangyao was considered a famous expert, but he did not shy away from playing tricks in front of his subordinates. He was worthy of the title of 'thick-skinned and black-bellied'.
As if in response to his praise, Ji Fengming, or more accurately, Yin Wangyao, took advantage of the moment when Ying Feiyang was dodging to form a hand seal, using the Myriad Celestial Palace Dao Technique. Many phantoms were formed, and they attacked from all directions.
The Yin Wanghuang's soul and Ji Fengming's ghost slave body allowed him to use saber techniques and Dao techniques. This combination made Ji Fengming even more difficult to deal with. Ying Feiyang had to play the role of the Ghost Lord of Jianyue who had never met the Yin Wanghuang before. Even though Ying Feiyang had seen through the Yin Wanghuang's tricks, he could only pretend that he did not know anything. The only thing he could do was to activate his sword incantation and use the Transforming Strength method of the Rahu Eroding Dark Sun to defend with all his might.
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However, Yin Wangyao brandished his saber with one hand and formed hand seals with the other. He used saber techniques and Dao techniques at the same time. At times, he was domineering, and at other times, he was unpredictable. Ying Feiyang was fighting against two experts alone, and gradually found it hard to defend.
At this moment, Yin Wangyao was also secretly surprised. At this moment, he was using both good and evil techniques at the same time. Although he had the upper hand, it consumed a lot of Innate Qi. On the other hand, the genuine Qi on Jianyue Ghost King's body seemed to be inexhaustible. It seemed like he would be defeated at any time, but he could always generate new strength. So far, he had not stepped out of the circle, so he should still have some strength left. He could not help but wonder, "When did such a difficult Ghost King appear in the Ghost Realm?"
After a moment of entanglement, Sword Mountain Ghost King blocked the saber technique and pierced the last phantom he summoned. Yin Wangyao knew that it was not beneficial for him to escape from the battle, so he decided to end the battle quickly.
Yin Wangyao raised his saber and slashed. With a clang, the saber and sword clashed again. This time, Yin Wangyao's fingers loosened, and the Desolate Bone Saber in his right hand flew out. At the same time, he took a step closer to Ying Feiyang, and used his chest to meet the tip of Ying Feiyang's sword.
"Senior Brother!" Zuo Feiying felt pity for Ji Fengming's physical body and could not help but exclaim. Ying Feiyang also felt that it was a trick. Yin Wangyao was not using his physical body, so he dared to exchange injury for injury. It would be best if he could win, but even if he could not win, he could still severely injure Sword Mountain Ghost King to ensure that he would have the upper hand in the next battle.
Although Ying Feiyang had figured it out, he could not stop his momentum. He could only stare coldly and place his bet!
"Chi!" Blood splattered and flesh split open. Accompanied by Zuo Feiying's scream, Ji Fengming's chest was pierced by a sword, but he did not seem to feel any pain on his face. Instead, he stretched out his left palm and held a thunderbolt in his palm. With a manic electric light, his palm hit Ying Feiyang's chest!
Following that, a thick electric snake whizzed out from his palm. It was the Daoist Thunder Art, Palm Thunder!
Palm Thunder was a widely spread art in Daoism, and it was similar in every Daoist Meridian. All of them were drawn on the Laogong Acupoint on the palm, using one's own Qi and blood to trigger the Heavenly Thunder, which had the ability to restrain evil beings.
The thunderbolt turned into rays of evil-vanquishing electric current, and Ying Feiyang's protective Malevolent Qi was like a black snake under the electric current. It twisted and hissed unwillingly, but disappeared under the electric current. As the Heavenly Thunder tore through his soul, no matter how strong Ying Feiyang's will was, he could not help but let out a painful howl for the first time. The miserable howl of a ghost was enough to make one's heart tremble. Xie Lingyan and Zuo Feiying, who knew the truth, turned pale and clenched their fists.
But although Ying Feiyang was in unbearable pain, he did not take a step back. Yin Wangyao sneered in his heart, "You're quite stubborn!"
At the same time, he raised his right hand, and the Desolate Bone Saber that had just flown out of his hand landed in his hand. Yin Wangyao held the saber and slashed down again! The powerful saber hit right on Ying Feiyang's shoulder, and the momentum of the saber was like Mount Tai, cracking the ground. Ying Feiyang could not bear it and knelt on the ground!
"You lost? What else do you have to say? "Yin Wangyao borrowed Ji Fengming's body and said in a deep voice.
But Ying Feiyang raised his head, and his face was calm, without a trace of anger, "Two more sentences. The first sentence, you're the one who lost!"
Yin Wangyao suddenly felt that this conversation and the scene were extremely familiar. Although their faces were different and there was a huge difference in their cultivation, they had said the same words. At this moment, the memories overlapped, and Yin Wangyao felt that the Sword Mountain Ghost King in front of him was extremely similar to the scar-faced kid who escaped from his hands yesterday. But at this moment —
"The second sentence, goodbye!"
Similar words, the same scene, coupled with the same arrogant temperament, Yin Wangyao's expression changed, and he blurted out, "It's you?!!" In his heart, he felt that the Sword Mountain Ghost King in front of him was the scar-faced kid from yesterday.
Although Yin Wangyao did not understand, he continued to urge his saber. He would rather kill the wrong person than let the Sword Mountain Ghost King in front of him self-destruct like the kid from yesterday.
But something different happened! Yin Wangyao's expression changed, and he was shocked and angry, "How can you be Hell Ghost? What did you do? "
Following Yin Wangyao's gaze, he saw that on the kneeling Ying Feiyang's body, eight chains appeared one by one. One end of the black chain was inserted into his shoulder, spine, waist, and the other was extended upwards, directly into the crack in space that Ying Feiyang had created. And what shocked him the most was —
One of the chains was originally connected to Ying Feiyang's shoulder, but now because of his attack, it was broken by his saber!
"Not anymore." Ying Feiyang replied indifferently.
Those who wanted to release the previous Hell Ghost would become the new Hell Ghost. Yin Wangyao remembered this rule, and his heart turned cold. The eight chains were pulled out from Ying Feiyang's body, and shot towards him.
Yin Wangyao was shocked, and he waved his saber repeatedly, trying to block the chains that were binding him. The chains broke under his saber, but the chains were formed from the Ghost Prison's baleful aura, and they were unparalleled in power. After one was cut off, another chain would appear, and there was no end to it. Yin Wangyao's saber momentum was disrupted, and one of the chains pierced through the saber net and stabbed into Ji Fengming's neck. Under the pain, the other chains pierced into her body at the same time.
Ying Feiyang got up and waved his hand at him. Only then did Yin Wangyao understand the real meaning of "goodbye". It was not that Ying Feiyang wanted to escape, but that he would be taken away.
In the next instant, Ying Feiyang lost his identity as a Hell Ghost, and without the baleful aura to support him, the spatial crack that he had opened naturally began to close. The chains also quickly closed, and a struggling soul was pulled out from Ji Fengming's body. That soul was clearly Yin Wangyao!
Yin Wangyao had brought this upon himself. Ji Fengming's body originally had two souls, but Ji Fengming's soul consciousness had been sealed, and it was difficult for external forces to affect it. On the other hand, Yin Wangyao's soul was an external soul, and its compatibility with his body was not high. The chains only wanted to lock a soul as a prison ghost. In comparison, the one that was pulled out was naturally Yin Wangyao's soul. Yin Wangyao screamed miserably as his soul was pulled into the spatial rift. As the spatial rift closed, it disappeared!
"Hahahahaha!"
Ying Feiyang, who was originally in a state of absolute calm, laughed out loud. This thought seemed to suppress all other thoughts, and his suppressed emotions erupted, turning into the most arrogant, joyful, and proud laughter. Under the gazes of hundreds of people and thousands of ghosts, he laughed so hard that he could not stand up.
Too lucky, really too lucky!
Every step of the plan was full of variables. If the baleful aura could not activate the Universe Shattering Sword's power to open up space, if Yin Wangyao did not pay attention to the Sword Mountain Ghost King that appeared out of nowhere, if the Hell Ghost King's power was as strong as he had expected, if Yin Wangyao's saber did not slash at the shoulder where the chains were, but somewhere else, the final outcome would be very different. Especially the last step of the plan, the possibility of it being realized was extremely small.
Ying Feiyang had already made up his mind that regardless of whether he could escape or not, he would most likely be reduced to a Hell Ghost, and after the furious Yin Wangyao learned the truth, he would definitely torture his soul endlessly. But everything went according to plan, and everything developed in the best direction. Not only did he avoid the endless calamity of being imprisoned in the Ghost Prison, but he also allowed the Yin Wangyao, who had built the Ghost Prison, to become one with his beloved Ghost Prison. How ironic was this! How could he not laugh!?
Although the change took a long time to describe, it actually happened in an instant, and because it was too unimaginable, the people of the Six Paths were stunned for a moment. After Yin Wangyao disappeared, there was a moment of silence again, as if they had just woken up from a dream, and before they could think of what to do.
Then, Ying Feiyang stopped laughing, and he shouted with a stern face, "I am the Sword Mountain Ghost King, Yin Wangyao has just lost to me, and according to the agreement, this city belongs to me. Now, all of you should listen to my command!" Ying Feiyang had been swindling and swindling since he was young, so he had a unique understanding of pretentiousness. He knew that when people were at a loss, if he could intimidate them with his imposing manner, they would instinctively follow his orders without thinking.
But Yan Shiyuan also knew the people's hearts, and he shouted at the same time, "This ghost plotted against His Majesty, the people of the Naraka Path, do not let him go easily. As the people of the Six Paths, listen to my command and take him down!"
Yin Wangyao was arrogant and temperamental, the ghost army only listened to his orders or the commander's seal that he gave them, and the ghost cultivators of the Naraka Path, who were under his command, only listened to his orders. At this time, Yin Wangyao was taken away before he could even say a word, and lost his leader. The two people who gave the orders now were the new master of the ghost city, and the other was the master of the Human Path, who had helped Yin Wangyao the most. Both of them seemed to have the right to give orders, but none of them had any weight, so the people of the Naraka Path did not know who to listen to.
After a moment of hesitation, the ghost minister appointed by Yin Wangyao, a cultivator who had quite a reputation and status in the Naraka Path, pointed at Ying Feiyang and said, "His Majesty was harmed by him, how can we let him go so easily? My fellow Daoists, kill him first, and then find a way to bring His Majesty back."
This person had made a suitable choice, and the ghost cultivators were enlightened. After all, no one was willing to be led by a ghost of unknown origin. More than ten ghost cultivators had already moved forward. Of course, most of them were afraid of the strength that Ying Feiyang had displayed just now, so they purposely slowed down a few steps.
Actually, Ying Feiyang was no longer a Hell Ghost, and he did not have the endless baleful aura to borrow. Furthermore, he was suffering from the backlash of borrowing the baleful aura, so he did not have the strength that he had before. Just standing there, he was already using all his strength.
"Kill him, take revenge for His Majesty!" The most reckless ghost cultivators were already close to Ying Feiyang.
Ying Feiyang pretended to be calm, and was thinking about how to deal with it. Suddenly, the ground shook, and the bricks rose and fell. The entire Ghost Prison was in chaos, and at the same time, a straight saber mark appeared in the sky in front of Ying Feiyang. The space was shattered again, and a hole was formed. A figure leaped out from the hole with unparalleled fury, and landed with a loud bang. A few ghost cultivators with shallow foundations who were closer to him lost their balance when he landed. Their bodies swayed, and they were actually sucked into the hole by the spatial turbulence. Before they could even let out a cry of pain, they were torn into pieces by the distorted space.
And that figure threw a bronze mirror that had lost its luster on the ground to vent his anger. At the same time, he shouted sternly, "I am not dead yet, what revenge? Retreat with me, I want to personally shred his soul into pieces!"
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