1089: C1089 Destroy the Spectral Cultivators(2)

C1089 Destroy the Spectral Cultivators(2)

"Prison Suppressing Fist!"

Xu Feng let out a cold snort. He knew that this was not the time to hide his true strength, so he didn't continue to dodge. Instead, he clenched his fist tightly and threw out a set of fist techniques at the incoming blades.

"Clang!"

The sound of the Prison Suppressing Fist broke the silence of the night sky. When the sounds of explosions collided with the blades of the Ghost Soldiers, a series of heavy collisions occurred.

The strength of Xu Feng's fist was no joke. Seven punches forcefully sent the seven Yin Soldiers flying. The remaining three ghost soldiers had already chopped their sabers at Xu Feng's head. The blade hadn't fallen yet, but Xu Feng could already feel the coldness of the blade.

Among the three of them, the one who was most worried was none other than Elder Gu, who was quietly watching from the side. He clenched his fists tightly, not daring to blink his eyes as he quietly watched the scene of the battle.

He could not see their movements clearly, but he did not want to miss any second. Now, he could also feel how dangerous Xu Feng's situation was. The assassin became even more nervous because of his nervous mood.

"Swoosh!"

Just as Elder Gu was about to cry out involuntarily, Xu Feng's figure suddenly flashed and instantly disappeared in front of Elder Gu.

At this moment, Xu Feng unleashed his maximum speed. Like a rabbit, he instantly jumped out of the encirclement of three ghost soldiers!

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

At the same time, Xu Feng appeared behind the three ghost soldiers. His fist carried golden Yuan energy as it smashed down without hesitation.

This was originally a life and death battle. If Xu Feng did not rush out from the encirclement of the spectral soldiers, then what awaited him would be death!

"Squeak..."

Almost at the same time, his fist landed on the three ghost soldiers. An ear-piercing sound was heard from the three ghost soldiers. It was as if Xu Feng's fist had landed on their bodies, instantly smashing the three ghost soldiers to the ground!

"Deng!"

A foot stomped on the ground, but it felt like a mountain was stepping on it. The entire area within a few hundred meters was shaken.

"Evil demons, retreat, or else you will be killed without mercy!"

His body was enshrouded by a golden light, making him look like a Heavenly God that had descended to this world. He wanted to deal with all the evil forces in the world. And in his voice... It also contained a strange magic that made those ghost soldiers who originally wanted to rush up again... Stop!

Xu Feng's voice did not contain the Sky Breaking Spell, but it also contained the Profound Aura. This sound temporarily pulled the mind of those ghost soldiers back.

"Creak..."

Seeing that the 108 ghost soldiers were about to be destroyed, the ghost cultivators became anxious. The Divine Sense pulled the 108 ghost soldiers back, wanting to regain control of them.

However, it was still alright if he didn't do anything. Now, all of the ghost soldiers were lying on the ground, and the long saber in their hands had fallen to the ground.

They didn't have heads, but they were rolling on the ground, looking extremely painful.

"I told you that I'm a Divine Sense cultivator, but you refused to believe me. Now, you can consider yourself unlucky!"

With a sneer, Xu Feng took out the jade flute once again. Last time, he was injured. He didn't have the confidence to defeat the ghost cultivator, which was why he deceived the ghost cultivator. But this time, Xu Feng had already recovered to his peak condition. He still had the strength to fight!

"Hmph, you want to use this move again?"

However, the ghost cultivator who had been deceived the last time would never believe Xu Feng's words this time. After sneering, black gas kept coming out of his body, wanting to take over the ghost soldiers again.

Although the 108 Yin Soldiers were rolling on the ground, the ghost cultivators did not seem to want to let them go.

"Where did your soul go? Zezhu is crying again..."

Xu Feng murmured and slowly closed his eyes. He put the jade flute in his mouth and completely immersed himself in his own world.

In the next moment, a leisurely and low voice sounded in the dark forest. A desolate feeling slowly spread from his body.

At this moment, Xu Feng was like a sad old man, talking about his past life. This song was played to his former comrades!

"Ah!"

The sound of the flute came from a long distance. The ghost cultivator instantly screamed. It was as if there were millions of needles stabbing into his body in his mind. He couldn't bear it!

This kind of feeling had not been experienced in decades.

"You asked for it!"

Xu Feng naturally knew the reaction of the ghost cultivators, but the sound of the flute still didn't stop. Not only that, the Profound Aura in Xu Feng's sea of consciousness was even more excited as it integrated into the jade flute.

"Weng!"

The Profound Aura circulated and the attack of the flute became even stronger. After a buzzing sound, the jade flute in Xu Feng's hand was gradually surrounded by a green soft light. The ghost cultivator had already fallen to the ground. He was begging for mercy.

Compared to the ghost cultivator, the 108 Yin Soldiers were much calmer. There was a bit of silence in the tune, which gradually calmed their minds. The sound of the flute was like the call of their hometown, slowly waking them up.

The black gas inside the bodies of the Yin Soldiers gradually dispersed. The armor and long sabers on their bodies were also slowly worn down by Xu Feng's flute music. Very soon, naked souls were freed from the Yin Soldiers.

"No! No! You can't! "

The ghost cultivator on the ground was still struggling, but unfortunately, he was being suppressed by Xu Feng's flute sound. It was as if in the next moment, even if he was unwilling to give up the 108 Yin Weapons, he could only watch helplessly.

"Hmph, you don't know how to repent!"

Xu Feng snorted coldly in his heart. The music did not stop. The Profound Aura slowly condensed into a huge palm in the air and slapped toward the ghost cultivator!

"Boom!"

As the palm fell, Xu Feng completely cut off the connection between the ghost cultivator and the 108 Yin Soldiers. The ghost soldiers turned into pure souls and quickly retreated to the side.

"Ah!"

The screams of the spectral cultivators sounded again. This time, it wasn't because Xu Feng's attack was too fierce, but because the connection between him and the 108 Yin Soldiers had been completely cut off. He had suffered a backlash.

After the first song, Xu Feng's flute tune gradually stopped. He looked at the 108 souls standing at the side and said in a deep voice, "All of you retreat to one side first. Wait for me to deal with them, then I'll overtake all of you!"

The Divine Sense practitioners were existences that people feared in the world of cultivators. But now, Xu Feng had used his Profound Aura to save more than a hundred souls trapped in the hands of the ghost cultivators.

As long as one had a kind heart, even if it was an evil power, it could be used to save people.

Under normal circumstances, Xu Feng would never be able to do it. It was just that he had seized the opportunity of the ghost soldiers' backlash and added some flames to the fire.

It could be said that these souls had been freed, and their unyielding attitude had taken up most of the credit.

The sound of the flute faded. The ghost soldiers were scattered by the huge palm just now. However, it was absolutely impossible for them to kill him so easily.

Streams of black smoke gradually gathered, and the spectral cultivator took shape once again. He looked at Xu Feng with resentment and said coldly, "Very good. You have used up one hundred and eight of my Yin Weapons. After I kill you, I will refine you into my Yin General!"

"You won't have a chance."

Xu Feng shook his head and answered the ghost cultivator's question indifferently. He circulated the Sky Breaking Spell in his body, and the Bloody Dragon rose to the sky as if it was going to burst out of his body at any moment.

Such a strong blood energy had shaken the ghost cultivator. Only now did he realize that Xu Feng had the ability to come here.

The souls of the dead who were standing at the side couldn't withstand Xu Feng's overbearing aura and retreated far away.1

The souls of the dead were cold objects, and Xu Feng's body was like a furnace. If they got close, they might be burned to death by Xu Feng's pure Yang Qi before dawn.

"I really like this body. Perhaps I can use your body to regrow it!"

After calming down a little, the ghost cultivator said with a cold smile. However, this sentence reminded Xu Feng of the Oceanic Lion in the ocean.

If it wasn't for the Oceanic Maws, he wouldn't have ended up like this!

"Ah!"

Without any warning, Xu Feng let out a furious roar. A bright light shot out from his eyes at the same time as his body. He circulated the Ghost Shadow Step with all his strength, and his speed had reached a frightening level. Even though the ghost cultivator was so powerful, he was still caught off guard by Xu Feng's attack. * Hong Long...... *

"My body... is mine! Anyone who dares to attack me will die!"

One punch after another, Xu Feng launched the Strangle Hell Fist once again. However, this time, it carried Xu Feng's fury. The Strangle Hell Fist ripped open the void, leaving cracks in the void. These attacks were much stronger than the previous one!

After all, the strong were the strong. After the ghost cultivator was sent flying by Xu Feng, although he was dumbfounded, he quickly reacted. Black Yuan energy kept surging out, surrounding him. From afar, it looked like a cloud of smoke.

This energy was definitely much stronger than Xu Feng's. He had already unleashed the Prison Suppressing Fist to its maximum, but when it hit the black fog, it slowly dissipated.

This feeling was as if all the force had hit cotton, and it was useless.

"Your strength is indeed not bad, but if this is the case, tonight will be your night of death!"

After the ghost cultivator dispelled the Strangle Hell Fist, the drifting voice was heard once again. However, this time, Xu Feng wasn't interested in this kind of mysterious technique.

No matter how pleasant the words of the ghost cultivator sounded, he would kill him at all costs.

"Ghost Blade!"

As if he had sensed Xu Feng's indifference, the spectral cultivator stopped talking nonsense with Xu Feng. He snorted lightly and the black gas on his body gradually turned into a dark purple sickle that was held in the hand of the spectral cultivator.

On top of the sickle, there was a layer of black Yuan energy that was blazing like a flame. However, the Qi emitted by the black Yuan energy wasn't scorching hot, but a kind of coldness that sent chills down one's spine.

"Xu Feng, be careful. Don't be careless. Whether we can return or not will depend on you!"

At this moment, Elder Gu's voice was heard. Xu Feng's calm and composed look made him feel that Xu Feng was being careless. Although he didn't want to disturb Xu Feng, he still had to say something.

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