Chapter 98 Counterattack
Tianquan City.
This is a large human city that originally belonged to the Yanyang Realm, but now it has been occupied by the ghost clan.
The sky is an eternal haze, and ghost fog fills the sky.
There are a large number of ghost soldiers on the ground spreading into the distance like an ocean, so dense that there is no end in sight.
In the center of Tianquan City, a huge altar is rising.
This altar is extremely tall, more than a hundred feet high, and is covered with gold. It shines with a light golden light under the night sky, with a faint ghostly mist floating out, and also shining with gray ghost lines.
On the altar is a blood-colored ashlar stone, and blood-colored ripples appear from the ashlar stone from time to time.
Under the altar is a huge array pattern, divided into black and white, in the shape of a yin and yang fish.
There are eighty-one high-level ghost kings, who are divided into key points in the formation and penetrated with magic power. Thousands of ghost generals and endless ghost soldiers were all arranged in formation, forming a huge force.
There are also a large number of human civilians who are detained at various nodes of this formation. They are bound by magic and unable to move. They can only cry out in helplessness and despair. The cries were shrill, the shouts moved the sky, and the whole Tianquan City was filled with gloom and gloom.
In front of the altar stood a peak ghost king.
It wore a battle armor condensed with evil ghost energy, with a crown on its head reaching into the sky. It opened its arms to the sky, and its purple-black lips opened and closed, murmuring.
Amid the murmur of the Ghost King, the ghost mist hovered in the air, gradually forming a funnel-shaped cloud, constantly rotating, with the tip pointed downwards, gradually approaching. At the same time, the bloody ripples released by the bloody square stone began to become more frequent.
As the ghost mist changed, the high-level ghost king suddenly shouted loudly: "The festival begins, throw blood bait!"
I saw that countless ghost soldiers below had taken action at the same time, slicing the civilians in front of them. The countless human prisoners had been cut with long wounds. Blood poured out from the wounds, fell to the ground, and then entered the ravines on the ground.
This countless amounts of blood came from all directions and finally gathered in the altar. The bloody ripples shining on the square stone suddenly increased in size, forming a huge bloody halo.
Under the influence of this bloody halo, the funnel formed by the ghost mist of the underworld reached downwards, and faintly emitted a strange light, forming a simple and strange shape of a weapon.
This is the Blade of Samsara.
The sacrificial and refining array communicates with the underworld with countless blood,
Attract the projection of the Blade of Samsara and eventually form a hook.
In this process, the countless sacrificial humans were destined to die of exhaustion of blood. They did not die immediately, but watched their lives flow away with blood and died in great fear.
The desperate cries gathered together to form a sky-high resentment, which further intensified the power of the underworld and accelerated the formation of the hook.
At this critical moment of the grand sacrificial formation, the whole world was enveloped in an aura of despair and death.
At this moment, a bolt of light in the distance pierced the long night and shone brightly in the starry sky. It was flying towards here, but it was a large group of human cultivators. The leader of the cultivators was Wei Tianchong. He flew in from afar and saw the sacrificial array being carried out.
When he saw the blood-soaked beasts and howls everywhere, Wei Tian said angrily: "These ghosts are really not human beings. They actually slaughtered me as a human being."
Next to them, Meng Shixue said: "They are ghosts, of course not human beings."
Wei Tian got angry: "I said they are not human beings because I am scolding them. What does it have to do with whether they are human beings? You don't understand what I mean. What are you talking about?"
Meng Shixue sneered: "I don't even know how to curse, so I have the nerve to say it."
Wei Tianchong jumped on his feet and shouted: "I'm calling ghosts, not people!"
These two people seemed to be naturally resistant to dealing with each other, and they were prone to bickering at every turn. It was Qi Shaoming who snorted: "That's enough, you are hundreds of years old, why are you still so childish?"
Qi Shaoming used to be in charge of the auditorium, he was responsible for the rules and etiquette, and he was a prudent person, so other people would be somewhat afraid of him when they saw him. When he said this, the two of them shut up at the same time.
Cai Junyang over there said: "What are you talking about, why don't you save people quickly!"
He raised his sword and slashed downwards.
As soon as the sword was raised, the sword continued to grow in the air, until it reached the size of a mountain, and then fell towards the ghosts below.
When the ghosts below saw it, they all let out shrill screams, and saw black air rising up, condensing into a black sea and facing Cai Junyang's mountain giant sword, which was holding the divine sword from Zhenjun Zifu. Slash.
In this place shrouded in ghost mist in the underworld, all ghost tribes are boosted by the ghost mist and their strength increases. However, human cultivators are suppressed when fighting under the ghost mist. In addition, they are led by the ghost king, and they can use their joint strength. Cai Junyang This full-strength blow was easily blocked.
On the altar below, the high-level ghost king grinned and roared. Countless ghost kings and generals took action one after another. All kinds of demons and ghosts were shot into the air. At the same time, a group of cultivators in the sky also took action. All magic weapons and supernatural powers fell down.
Although there are many ghost clans, the human cultivators who come to attack this time are quite powerful. There are seven in Zi Mansion alone. At this moment, they are overwhelmed by the overwhelming magical power. The sky is filled with wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Even the ghost mist of the underworld that stretched for thousands of miles was torn open. The mana rolled down with murderous aura from the sky, scattered the ghosts and soldiers, and when they joined forces, a large number of ghosts were annihilated in this torrent of magic, turning into ashes one by one.
After suppressing the ghosts, white rays of light lit up in the air. These white rays, carrying a strong sacred aura, shone on the ghosts, but brought horrific death. One after another, the ghosts fell down in the white holy light, making shrill and shrill screams. But when the light fell on those injured mortals, those dying mortals miraculously stopped bleeding and their injuries improved one after another.
The blood supply was suddenly interrupted, and the ghost mist whirlpool in the sky dimmed. The hooks that were condensing below also gradually faded.
"Ouch!!!" Seeing this situation, the peak ghost king on the altar let out an angry roar, suddenly turned around and fired a blast of energy, but it flew straight towards the mortals behind him. When this ghost hand was pushed out, the air wave formed swallowed up the lives of hundreds of people in an instant. Blood flowed out again, but even the white holy light could not save it.
At the same time, all the ghosts screamed together, slashing and killing the mortals in the formation, apparently desperate to complete this ritual.
"Asshole!" Cai Junyang's angry roar came from the sky.
He rarely has a chivalrous heart and is righteous by nature. He hates this act of killing mortals to the core. At this moment, he is watching every mortal die in the hands of the ghosts. They are killed until their heads are rolling and their blood flows into rivers. He screams and takes out something. A pale silver long sword with a slender blade, which is very different from the style Cai Junyang usually uses. But the moment the sword came out, one after another sword energy flashed in the air.
These sword energies were automatically generated and suspended in the sky as if they had substance. They made a sound like ripping clothes and silk, soared in the air and turned into thousands of sword shadows.
At the same time, Cai Junyang pointed his finger at the sword: "Go!"
Then he saw countless sword energy flying towards the group of ghosts like ten thousand swords. No matter how many ghosts there were, they could not stop the invisible sword energy. Thousands of invisible sword energy flew across the sky, causing the most terrifying killings.
This sword is called the Jueying Divine Weapon. It was a sacred treasure that Cai Junyang obtained when he traveled around the world and adventured in the ruins of the Wanhuang Mountain Palace. Its power is truly unparalleled.
At the same time, cultivators fell one after another from the sky, using the Qiankun in their sleeves. The big sleeves fell one by one, wrapping up all the mortals, and then flew towards the sky.
When the peak ghost king saw it, he screamed again and suddenly slapped his palm on the altar. Above the altar, the reincarnated man in the black vortex suddenly shot out a black light. Under this black light, the Jueying Divine Weapon formed. Thousands of sword energies were annihilated one by one.
The black light remained unabated, as agile as a snake, flying into the bodies of each cultivator. The cultivators were seen grabbing their throats and hissing, their expressions constantly changing, as if they had encountered something extremely terrifying, but their aura was getting weaker and weaker. , and finally turned directly into a mummy.
The dead cultivator's magic power disappeared, and a large number of mortals were seen falling from the sky like dumplings. Each of them screamed in terror, forcing everyone to come to rescue them, while the ghosts took the opportunity to cover up and kill them.
Although the human race was powerful in this forceful attack, they were unable to launch a full-scale attack due to the need to save people. Coupled with the terrifying black light of the altar, the human race was actually suppressed again. 0
Seeing this situation, Cai Junyang's eyes flashed sharply: "Give me the Blade of Samsara. Even if it is an innate Taoist soldier, it is just a small projection now. Break it for me!"
The Jueying Divine Weapon in his hand has released a gray-black aura. This aura is not strong, but it gives people an unprecedented sense of power and terror, making people feel an unstoppable feeling rising from the bottom of their hearts.
The next moment, Cai Junyang's Jueying Divine Weapon actually slashed at the phantom of the Blade of Samsara.
The Blade of Samsara was originally an illusory projection, but at this moment, Cai Junyang's divine sword slashed out, landed on the projection, and struck the void, causing a black tide.
It was like something was screaming, a sound that could not be caught by the physical ears sounded in the bottom of my heart, as if coming from the depths of the soul, stimulating people to the point of going crazy. Then I saw the shadow of the Blade of Samsara gradually disintegrating and disappearing bit by bit.
Seeing this situation, the peak ghost king let out an angry and desperate roar. No matter how much he screamed, the failure of the sacrifice this time was a foregone conclusion.
"The method of killing, the killing intention of the gods." In the distance, Tang Jie stood in the clouds, looking at everything calmly, and murmured.
Cai Junyang's attack just now was exactly his killing method.
Cai Junyang has a tough character and a fierce fighting style. He is less cunning and more brave, so his attacks are sharp. He does not seek endless changes, but just one fatal blow. Taoism follows people, so the Taoism he created also inherits Cai Junyang's consistent characteristics. The killing intention of destroying gods is fierce and powerful, killing all tangible and intangible existences. Although the Blade of Samsara was a projection, it was still inevitably affected by Cai Junyang's blow and was shaken away, which shows its god-destroying power.
Even Tang Jie was deeply impressed by this.
From a distance, Cai Junyang said loudly: "Tang Jie, how about my skills?"
Tang Jie smiled: "Yes, you should also take a look at mine."
As he said this, he threw out an object, but it was the Yin-Yang furnace of all things.
This object was made from one hundred and eight divine treasures. It was extremely powerful and could not be controlled by the current Tang Jie. However, the Yin-Yang Furnace of All Things was ultimately created by Tang Jie, and it was connected with his mind. In addition, after taking the last Exploding Gang Yuan Pill, Tang Jie has now become a physical and mental demon, and his cultivation level has increased one step further, and he can finally control this treasure.
As the yin and yang furnace of all things rotated in the air, rays of divine light fell. No ghost could resist the power of this treasure wherever it went, and all the ghosts in the array were wiped out in an instant.
Without the hindrance of the Blade of Reincarnation, and with the destruction of a large number of ghosts, the pressure on the cultivators was greatly reduced, and they finally took the people away one after another.
Cai Junyang stared at this scene blankly, and it took him a long time before he managed to say: "Damn it, a demon like this can control such a treasure, he is indeed a pervert."
As he spoke, the battle situation was decided. Mobile users please visit
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