Chapter 270 Battle Against the Wicked Path Again
Chapter Two Hundred Seventy
At this moment on Tomb Hill, chilling winds howled, and a horde of ghosts danced wildly.
If it were just a normal day, that would be it.
These lonely souls and wandering spirits, even if they ran into a person, would at most cause minor sickness. Stronger men could even walk through Tomb Hill at night without fearing the ghosts and remain unharmed.
But this Feng Shui Array was clearly no ordinary matter.
Under the propulsion of the Array.
These usually harmless lonely souls and wandering spirits, one by one turned fierce and vicious, transforming into Fierce Ghosts enveloped in heinous ghost Qi, seeking people to devour.
The moment Long Xiaoshan appeared on Tomb Hill.
All of these Fierce Ghosts roared and charged towards him, as if they wanted to devour Long Xiaoshan alive.
Long Xiaoshan's expression was stern, and he shouted loudly, "Back off!"
True Qi surged like roaring thunder, immediately dispersing most of the charging Evil Ghosts.
The remaining ghosts clearly had deeper practices.
Although Long Xiaoshan's shout had shaken their Divine Souls into disarray, in the blink of an eye, their Ghost Bodies reformed and dove towards him.
Long Xiaoshan threw out more than ten Talismans.
Flames shot towards the sky.
After a series of explosive sounds, all the Fierce Ghosts before his eyes were blasted apart.
Long Xiaoshan rushed deep into Tomb Hill, his Heavenly Eye bursting with light, quickly locating the epicenter of the Formation's Eye's eruption—a Yin Qi Cave underground. At this moment above the cave, the Yin Qi surged violently, drawn out by the Formation like a volcanic eruption.
Long Xiaoshan rushed over, and upon seeing the eruption from the Yin Qi Cave, he grew anxious, knowing now that only by destroying this place could the Great Array be dissipated.
He looked around and his eyes brightened. He rushed to a huge boulder, placed his hands together on the boulder, and roared loudly. He managed to lift the boulder, which weighed more than a thousand pounds, by force. His eyes were bloodshot, wide open, and his muscles bulged all over his body.
Step by step, he walked next to the cave and hurled the boulder towards the cave entrance.
Boom!
The boulder fiercely smashed above the cave, blocking its mouth, and the Yin Qi was significantly weakened. However, under the impact of the Yin Qi, the boulder kept trembling, just like a lid pressured over the spout of a high-pressure cooker, threatening to be pushed off at any moment.
Long Xiaoshan hurriedly rushed to another large rock and lifted it, throwing it towards the cave opening.
Boom!
A streak of dark light swept over and struck the boulder.
The boulder tumbled away.
Long Xiaoshan's eyes suddenly narrowed as a figure in a dark robe appeared on Tomb Hill. This person also wore the attire of a Taoist Priest, with a bun tied on top of his head and carrying a Yin Wood Treasure Sword on his back. If it weren't for his black robe standing on Tomb Hill, which made him appear eerie and grim, he would have the image of a highly attained Daoist Master.
"You scoundrel, did you lay down this Yin Qi Great Array?" Long Xiaoshan snarled vehemently.
"Immense Heavenly Venerable, I, this Taoist, have laid out this Yin Qi Great Array here, finally luring the benefactor out," the robed Daoist spoke indifferently.
"What did you say?"
"My fellow Taoists, Daoist Ma and Daoist Jia, were they killed by you?" the robed Daoist asked.
Long Xiaoshan's eyes darkened as he said in a commanding tone, "Are you from Black Scale Gate?"
"Hahaha, indeed, it seems Taoist Priest has finally found the right person. You've killed disciples of Black Scale Gate; now surrender without resistance and return with me to the Sect to apologize!" The robed Daoist's gaze was domineering, with a glint of ferocity in his eyes.
"People from Black Scale Gate truly are up to no good, committing every imaginable sin, especially you, daring to activate the Yin Qi Great Array just for your personal gain, obliterating villages, you deserve death!" Long Xiaoshan's gaze was resolute, with golden flames igniting in his pupils, and his tone became even more vast and indifferent, as if coming from the void.
The Black Robe Taoist, even after decades of cultivation as a Spirit Practitioner, could not help but feel a trace of inexplicable unease.
It was as if he weren't facing a human but a deity within a temple, looking down upon the common people.
In an instant, that trace of unease was cast aside by the Taoist. He was a Fourth-Order Spirit Master, a formidable figure even among his peers in the cultivation world. If he could create some distance, then even a Xuan Level Expert could be killed by him. A mere youth—even if somewhat skilled in the Tao—was not someone he would take seriously.
"Heaven and Earth are not benevolent, treating all beings as straw dogs. A bunch of mortals, ants as they are, death is but death to them, what has it got to do with me, Taoist Priest?"
The Black Robe Taoist spoke with indifference, regarding ordinary people as worthless as chaff.
Long Xiaoshan laughed furiously, "What a thieving snout, having cultivated for a few days and you've forgotten that you too are a mortal born of a mother's womb. Unless you truly think you're Sun Wukong, born from a rock, but even if you were born from a rock, you'd be a stone from the latrine, truly reeking to high heaven."
"How dare you!"
The Black Robe Taoist's eyes bulged in fury as he bellowed, "You dare insult this Taoist Priest, soon I'll extract your divine soul to light the heavenly lanterns!"
Having said that, the Black Robe Taoist flicked his finger and a black mist transformed into a great serpent, rushing towards Long Xiaoshan.
Long Xiaoshan sneered, "Today I shall enforce justice on behalf of heaven and slaughter you, this foul Taoist born from a dung pit!"
After speaking, he circulated his True Qi. Without dodging, he threw a punch directly at the black mist serpent, and—boom—it burst apart.
Long Xiaoshan stepped upon the Dragon and Serpent, instantly closing the gap with the Black Robe Taoist, and leaped up, sweeping out a leg. A harrowing whistling sound filled the air as his legs turned into axes, aiming to chop at the Black Robe Taoist's neck.
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When his leg sweep struck the body of the Black Robe Taoist, it passed right through.
The body of the Black Robe Taoist dissipated into a wisp of black smoke.
After landing, Long Xiaoshan frowned.
Suddenly, the sounds of ghostly wailing and wolf howling surrounded him, and shadowy figures multiplied in front of his eyes as if he had fallen into a nest of specters.
Ten meters away, the black smoke dissipated to reveal the body of the Black Robe Taoist.
He stood upon the Seven Stars, holding the Yin Wood Treasure Sword and murmuring incantations continuously.
Watching Long Xiaoshan flail helplessly from more than ten meters away, a cold sneer crossed his face.
He had fallen into his Illusory Divine Array.
Ordinary people would become confused and lose their ability to think clearly, unable to break free. Even a Third-Order Spiritualist would be ensnared by illusions if caught within it—only a Spirit Master might be able to see through his formation.
Suddenly!
A brilliant golden light erupted within the formation.
A third eye suddenly opened in the center of Long Xiaoshan's forehead, and immediately, a beam of golden light shot out, tearing apart the specter formation. The golden light shot straight towards him, and the Black Robe Taoist hastily raised his sword to block it. Read new adventures at empire
Bang!
The divine light entered the body of the Black Robe Taoist, causing him to cry out in agony as he stumbled backward.
Blood seeped from his eyes, looking extremely fierce and terrifying.
The Black Robe Taoist exclaimed with shock and anger, "What kind of spell is this!"
Seeing the golden eye on Long Xiaoshan's forehead slowly close, the Black Robe Taoist felt a chill in his heart. A third eye on the forehead was a Divine Skill-level spell even in the Taoist School.
This mere country boy had mastered such a high-level spell.
Even a significant Ghost Path sect like Black Scale Gate did not possess such a powerful technique.
At this moment, besides the chill in his heart, he was also overwhelmed by a strong sense of greed. If he could obtain this spell and cultivate it, he might even control the Black Scale Gate one day.
Licking his lips, the Black Robe Taoist's killing intent intensified. He took out a black Ghost Banner and shook it fiercely.
Several terrifying streams of Ghost Qi burst forth from the banner.
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