blogombal Page 406
Page 406
"Wow!"
Su Feng roared, releasing the power that had been building up in his chest!
At that moment, his aura surged forth, merging with the surrounding cracks.
In mid-air, the light emanating from Su Feng's body was as dazzling as lightning.
It was as if it was sending a signal to the world...
A new god is about to be born.
……
Outside the canyon, Uncle Nine lay limp on the ground, panting heavily.
That brief moment felt as if he had already traveled through hell.
Not only was I physically and mentally exhausted, but my spiritual energy was also greatly depleted.
Looking up at the entrance to the Yin-Yang realm... or rather, the Yin-Yang realm no longer exists at this moment.
The empire established by the Yin-Yang Dharma King collapsed completely.
Everything was buried; within this gap, everything had become ruins…
Amidst billowing smoke, not a sound could be detected.
but……
The matter is far from over.
0 ······Requesting flowers···· ··
The eerie aura spreading from behind him brought Uncle Nine back to his senses, and he quickly got up and looked back.
In the deep forest behind them stood ghosts.
They looked lost and bewildered, like homeless stray dogs, staring at us in shock.
"This……"
The ghosts before my eyes are all spirits enslaved by the Yin-Yang Dharma King in the Yin-Yang realm.
They lost their freedom and their chance to be reincarnated.
They could only submit to the tyranny of the Yin-Yang Dharma King generation after generation.
Among them are also ghosts who escaped during the mass exodus of ghosts.
At this moment, they were all gathered together, numbering in the thousands.
.. .... 0
Uncle Nine swallowed hard, gripping the peach wood sword in his hand tightly with nervousness.
He was exhausted and didn't want to fight anymore, especially not against the vast number of ghosts before him...
For him, there was absolutely no chance of winning...
Strangely, the ghosts didn't seem to show any malice; they were just trembling.
As if they had experienced a devastating calamity, they had lost all will to fight.
Rustling——
However, at that moment, Shi Jian's figure appeared behind them.
Hu Chi.
As the electric current emanated from Shi Jian's palm, Uncle Jiu's ears rang, and he immediately realized what was happening.
"Senior Brother, stop!!"
...........................................
Please subscribe automatically and support me with donations. I currently update around 10,000 words per day and am also preparing for a new book. If you have any complaints, please let me know. Thank you for your support!
...........................................thousand.
Chapter 343 The Final Meeting! A Clash of Power!
For Shi Jian.
Ghosts are just ghosts, and they are never divided into any class, nor are there any distinctions between good ghosts and evil ghosts.
Therefore, he would destroy any ghost he saw lingering in the human world without mercy.
Just like right now!
Boom!
He unleashed a burst of lightning from his hand, ignoring his uncle's attempts to stop him.
As lightning struck, the dozens of ghosts standing dumbfounded in front of them were instantly pulverized.
There wasn't even time to struggle or react.
"Come again!"
Shi Jian gritted his teeth, feeling indignant.
perhaps.
He didn't simply want to obtain the spiritual energy of the ghosts in front of him; he just wanted to vent his dissatisfaction and sense of imbalance through this method!
Why "240"?
There is actually someone in this world who has mastered the same thunder magic as him!
That's the Lightning Thunder Fist!
It is an extremely high-level technique within the Maoshan sect!
I thought that he was the only one in the world who could master it and wield it with such unparalleled skill...
But what he saw now surprised him and puzzled him...
Confusion turned into anger, which reddened his eyes and clouded his mind.
"Stop, Senior Brother!"
Uncle Nine's voice still echoed in my ears.
But Shi Jian had no time to spare and frantically unleashed the lightning in his hands.
Boom! Boom!
massacre……
Slaughter...
This was an indiscriminate massacre.
He taught those ghosts who had lost their fighting ability to be reduced to ashes one by one.
Lightning was spreading across the sky, and Uncle Nine could only watch helplessly, unable to intervene or stop it.
That lightning magic was simply too powerful; just getting close would cause one to be enveloped by its powerful aura, suffocating them.
The thousands of ghosts that had gathered fled in panic, but they still could not escape Shi Jian's deadly lightning spell!
The electric current shot through their chests, directly shattering their spirits.
Among them are also very young spirit babies.
The screams were drowned out by the thunder... and vanished in an instant.
Boom!
Just then, a beam of light shone from afar.
The intense light from above instantly interrupted the lightning that Shi Jian had unleashed.
"what?"
Shi Jian frowned, quickly gathering the spiritual energy that permeated the surroundings, and looked up at the direction from which he had been ambushed.
A figure slowly descended from mid-air.
"Young Master Su!"
The moment he saw Su Feng appear, Uncle Nine couldn't help but exclaim in surprise!
Joy was evident on his face.
"Young Master Su, I'm so glad you're alright!"
Uncle Nine rushed to Su Feng's side, patted his chest, and sighed.
Although he knew that with Su Feng's abilities, this small disaster would not have any effect on him at all.
But the fact that Su Feng had not yet appeared still made him somewhat worried.
Now that Su Feng has returned safely, it means that this journey to the Yin-Yang Realm has been a great success.
"Um……"
Su Feng nodded indifferently and glanced around at the surroundings.
Screams echoed through the deep forest.
Beneath the billowing smoke, ghosts were begging for mercy and wailing...
They were completely overwhelmed by the lightning magic...
Most of these ghosts were among those who fled during the mass exodus of ghosts that day.
However, most of them lack magic and combat power, which is why they mistakenly entered the Yin-Yang Realm and sought the protection of the Yin-Yang Dharma King.
Now, even their last refuge is gone; they have become utterly homeless and wandering ghosts...
Looking at those fearful faces, Su Feng remained calm and unmoved.
but……
He had made an agreement with the White-Faced Ghost Messenger, so he would not allow Shi Jian to go on a killing spree here.