The thick fog was unable to block out such a brilliant scarlet light. Zhao Rucheng had just climbed up from the ground when the swarm of wandering souls was about to drown him.
But Du Yehu had arrived!
He didn't even need to move. His thick blood and Qi energy caused all the wandering souls to disperse.
Du Yehu was extremely straightforward. He grabbed Zhao Rucheng's collar and dragged him to Ling He's side.
After taking a vicious swipe from the vengeful ghost's claw, the older brothers were all worried. Only Zhao Rucheng himself didn't seem to be injured at all. He shouted angrily, "Hey, hey, hey, I can walk on my own!"
Du Yehu didn't care. Halfway there, he tossed the noisy Zhao Rucheng to Ling He. At the same time, he turned around and smashed his fist, wrapped in thick blood and Qi energy, towards the vengeful ghost.
Ignoring the fact that Ling He had leapt into the air to catch Zhao Rucheng, just Du Yehu's fist was enough.
Compared to the Eastern Purple Qi Sword Technique, the fist technique he cultivated wasn't powerful enough. Even in the Dao Academy's outer sect, he was neglected. But when he used it, it was exceptionally violent.
This fist wasn't aimed at finding an opening. Instead, it met the vengeful ghost's huge claw head-on, meeting force with force, attack with attack. It was truly unyielding and unstoppable!
The blood and Qi energy wrapped around the iron fist and collided with the huge greenish-black claw. For a moment, they were locked in a stalemate.
At this moment, Jiang Wang had already leapt forward. With a flash of his sword, he had already sliced open the vengeful ghost's other eye.
"Retreat!"
Jiang Wang retreated as soon as he succeeded. Du Yehu also leapt back.
The blind vengeful ghost became even more violent. Its huge claws clawed wildly, stirring up strong winds in the surroundings.
When its attacks were slightly exhausted, Jiang Wang turned around and charged forward once more. His longsword drew a beautiful arc in the air and floated towards the vengeful ghost's right claw like a falling leaf. It was almost silent. But when it came into contact with the greenish-black claw, it exploded with an incomparably sharp howl!
The third style of the Eastern Purple Qi Sword Technique was sharp!
With just one strike, the vengeful ghost's right claw was severed.
Jiang Wang didn't linger in the battle. He even began to retreat as soon as he drew his sword.
The resentful ghost lost its vision and could only vent its anger on the air in front of it. At this time, Du Yehu, who was burning with Qi and blood, had already turned around and leapt high into the air. He held his right hand with his left hand, and his hands were like hammers, fiercely smashing into the resentful ghost's ferocious head.
Boom!
Blood Qi smoke was the bane of ghosts in the first place, not to mention how ferocious Du Yehu's attack was. The fist that was wrapped in layers of Qi and Blood instantly exploded the vengeful ghost's head!
Du Yehu couldn't dodge in time and was splashed with dark green blood, but it was quickly incinerated by the power of Qi and blood.
It wasn't until the headless body of the resentful ghost fell that the red light on Du Yehu's body receded, and his face instantly turned pale.
Jiang Wang leaped to Du Yehu's side and held him up. "Brother Hu, this …"
Vitality was the foundation of a human being. Now that Jiang Wang was condensing Dao Essence, he had to start from the supply of Qi and blood. Du Yehu's previous strength was burning himself every moment. He wasn't a martial artist who specialized in martial arts, so he couldn't lock in such boundless Qi and blood. He would need at least five years of recuperation to recover from this battle.
Five years at the beginning of cultivation was a long time! Not to mention the problem of Qi and blood starting to decline after reaching a certain age. If he was one step slower, he would be slower all the time. This could mean that he would be cut off from transcendence from then on.
But Du Yehu still didn't hesitate and didn't hesitate at all. He couldn't think so much at the juncture of life and death. The more subconscious a choice like this was, the more it could prove his true nature.
"It's a small matter." Du Yehu secretly adjusted his breathing and recovered some strength. He pushed Jiang Wang away. "I haven't reached the point where I can't walk yet. Let's go. The situation in the central palace is definitely more dangerous. "
Ling He was filled with worry, but it wasn't convenient for him to say anything at this time. He turned Zhao Rucheng onto his back and stepped forward to pick up his sword from the corpse of the resentful ghost. He silently guarded Du Yehu's side.
He had also burned his Qi and blood earlier, but it was only a small amount and didn't affect his foundation. Thus, he still had the strength to fight for his life.
Jiang Wang was the only one of the four with the strongest battle strength intact. Of course, he had to be flexible so that he could act at any time. So he only walked in front with his sword, with no intention of lending a hand.
Only Zhao Rucheng was still muttering and complaining. "Boss is still the most considerate. This tiger is so clumsy. Really, carrying me like carrying a chicken. What's the meaning of this? If Miss Miaoyu finds out, won't my heroic image be ruined? "
Miaoyu was now the top hostess of Three Fragrances Brothel. She was also the most popular girl in the entire Maplewood City's brothel. Zhao Rucheng had already spent over a thousand taels of silver in Three Fragrances Brothel to get close to her, but he still hadn't succeeded.
Du Yehu didn't say a word. It wasn't that he didn't want to beat him up, or at least scold him, but he really didn't have the strength.
"Enough, enough." Jiang Wang said impatiently. "Other than wandering souls without intelligence, there are only disordered resentful ghosts. Who do you want to show your image to?"
"Who can say for sure?" Zhao Rucheng became excited instead. He lay on Ling He's back and gestured. "What if there's a beautiful female ghost hiding somewhere spying on me? Originally, it was a good romantic encounter, but it was ruined just like that. Can this tiger bear this loss? "
Du Yehu sat up in shock, almost on the verge of death. He exploded with a trace of his remaining strength to beat up this guy with a loose mouth.
Before he could explode, Ling He had already used the sword hilt to poke upwards.
"Hiss …" Zhao Rucheng sucked in a breath of cold air, and his arrogance immediately disappeared.
… …
… …
Behind the thick fog wall, at the center of Little Forest Town, which was also the central palace of the Nine Palaces Formation.
A huge whirlpool was slowly rotating. It was impossible to see where this place used to be. Everything disappeared in this silent whirlpool. Other than this whirlpool, there was nothing else. The center of the whirlpool was pure black, as if it could suck in people's line of sight. No one could escape from it.
Beside the whirlpool stood four cultivators with long breaths. Each of them was full of Dao Energy. All of them wore black robes and looked straight ahead.
Not far in front of the whirlpool, there was a house that had already been smashed to pieces. There was nothing left except for a brick wall.
The woman in red leaned against this wall, her expression languid.
Her body was wrapped tightly, but it gave off an endless temptation. She held a small oval mirror in her hand. The mirror did not reflect her beautiful face, but the figures fighting with the resentful ghosts in the Nine Palaces Formation.
"This batch of disciples from Maplewood City's Dao Academy isn't that good. Only those few sword techniques are not bad. "The woman in red muttered, and put away the mirror with a flip of her hand.
"Alright, it's time. If I knew it would go so smoothly, I would have taken a nap. "The woman in red yawned as Bian Pingting walked in front of the whirlpool." So sleepy … "
Walking in front of this mysterious whirlpool, her expression became slightly more serious. She turned sideways and bowed in a proper manner. "Welcome, Elder."
The four black-robed cultivators followed her and bowed.
Then, a white-haired old man walked out from the thick fog. This old man's face was wrinkled like the bark of an old tree. His eyes were also very turbid. His back was hunched, and his steps were even unsteady.
However, as he walked over, his back straightened inch by inch. His entire aura was constantly rising.
He ignored the woman in red and the others. He only stared at the whirlpool, as if he was staring at his eternal love. His gaze was incomparably sincere.
When he walked in front of the whirlpool, his aura was already as deep as the sea. It was so oppressive that it was difficult to breathe.
The woman in red lowered her head even more.
The white-haired old man folded his ring finger and pinky finger. His thumb, index finger, and middle finger formed a triangle over his heart. He softly chanted, "At the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, at the abyss of the Yellow Springs. The return of the Venerable God to the world, illuminating the world. "
Then, he took out a white bone dagger and directly stabbed it into the top of his head. His entire body fell straight into the whirlpool!
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