allendalepharm Chapter 228 Evil Ghost
Chapter 228 Evil Ghost
The people surrounding Ling Yuan, the moment their bodies touched the black and red blade light, their bodies seemed to be ignited, burning with black and red flames. In the blink of an eye, these people were turned into ashes under Ling Yuan's fierce slashing, and disappeared without a trace.
"If this is your limit, then I suggest you show up so we can sit down and talk peacefully." Ling Yuan waved the Jizo Soul in his hand out of boredom. The blade of the Jizo Soul flashed a frightening black and red light, as if announcing its power and terror to the world. "After everything is settled, maybe I can show some leniency and give your Abe family a way out, so that they won't disappear from this world completely."
Ling Yuan was surrounded by a dead silence, as if time had stopped flowing. This was most likely the manipulator behind the Abe family, who was thinking about whether the conditions proposed by Ling Yuan were feasible. However, another possibility could not be ruled out, that is, the other party was furious because of Ling Yuan's threatening words.
Ling Yuan stood there quietly, staring ahead, as if waiting for something. Time passed by, but the response he expected was still not coming. He shook his head helplessly, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a bitter smile. However, he did not hesitate at all, and resolutely took a big step forward.
Just as he took a step forward, a strange black ghost hand suddenly appeared in midair, tightly holding a gleaming samurai sword. This ghost hand came without any warning, as fast as lightning, and with an extremely fierce momentum, it chopped down towards Ling Yuan.
Facing this sudden attack, Ling Yuan only raised his eyebrows slightly. His eyes were calm and firm, as if he had already seen through his opponent's intentions. He raised the Jizo Soul without fear and easily blocked the slash of the samurai sword. His arm did not even bend at all, as if this attack was just a piece of cake for him, and he did not take this powerful slash seriously at all.
"Yo! It looks like you've made a decision!" Ling Yuan's voice was cold and ruthless, his eyes shot like arrows at the ghost hand in the sky, "In that case, do you still plan to continue controlling these Shikigami to die?" His words revealed a kind of disdain and ridicule, as if he found the enemy's behavior ridiculous.
What a pity! Ling Yuan's words were like a stone thrown into the deep sea, without any response. The ghost hand in the sky was still waving the gleaming samurai sword, with a fierce killing intent, slashing down at Ling Yuan fiercely like a mountain crushing an egg.
Ling Yuan shook his head helplessly, but a cold and bloodthirsty smile inadvertently appeared on the corner of his mouth. His eyes focused, and he suddenly raised the Jizo Yuhun, tensed his arm muscles, and swung the sword with the force of thunder. In an instant, a black lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a huge black and red sword light, as sharp as tearing through the void.
The black-red blade light was like a roaring dragon, pouncing on the ghost hand with its fangs and claws bared. As soon as the samurai sword in the ghost hand came into contact with the black-red blade light, it was instantly shattered into countless tiny pieces like fragile glass. Not only that, even the ghost hand itself could not withstand this terrifying force, and in an instant it turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated in the sky, as if it had never appeared.
After easily getting rid of the ghost hand in the sky, Ling Yuan held the Ksitigarbha spirit and continued to walk forward steadily. His movements were elegant and calm, as if he was not in a dangerous place full of dangers, but strolling leisurely in a garden to visit famous places of interest.
However, just when Ling Yuan had taken less than ten steps, the scene in front of him suddenly changed dramatically. A thick black fog suddenly appeared out of nowhere without any warning, like a giant beast with bared fangs and claws, quickly swallowing everything around it into its bottomless darkness. In the black fog, a cold light flashed through the void like lightning, attacking Ling Yuan at lightning speed. Ling Yuan's reaction was extremely sharp. Almost at the moment when the cold light appeared, he instinctively raised the Jizo Yuhun in his hand, ready to meet this sudden attack.
With a crisp "ding" sound, Jizo's soul was like an indestructible fortress, blocking the extremely sharp samurai sword that came out of the black fog with great precision. The two collided, splashing a series of dazzling sparks, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky, showing that the power of this attack was indeed extraordinary. Ling Yuan's arm trembled slightly, but his eyes remained firm as before, without any intention of retreating.
"Not bad, not bad! It's worthy of praise. The power of this sword is quite good. It can even compete with my physical strength." Ling Yuan raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking his opponent's arrogance.
"Haha! The rats that invaded Abe's house will perish at the hands of Lord Evil!" An extremely arrogant voice came from the air, full of confidence and contempt, as if it had foreseen Ling Yuan's death and was shouting unscrupulously.
"I think... you must have made some mistake..."
Ling Yuan shook his head, secretly laughing in his heart. He saw through the other party's bluff at a glance. This level of provocation was simply child's play for him. The other party obviously did not realize that there was a huge gap between his strength and Ling Yuan's, and actually took Ling Yuan's ridicule as real praise.
As Ling Yuan finished speaking, he shook his wrist slightly, and the seemingly indestructible samurai sword seemed to have lost its support and was easily shaken away. Ling Yuan's movements were as natural as flowing water, without any sense of effort, as if this was just a very simple action.
At the same time, Ling Yuan's hand, which was originally tightly holding the Ksitigarbha Soul, suddenly loosened. The Ksitigarbha Soul turned into a stream of light and quickly sank into the space in Ling Yuan's body and disappeared. In its place, a dark purple blade appeared in Ling Yuan's hand - the Seven Thunders of Purification!
The blade of the Seven Sin Purifying Thunders was a deep purple, flashing with dazzling lightning. These lightnings seemed to possess endless power, containing the might of destroying the heavens and the earth. Wherever the lightning passed, the black fog that had been entangled around Ling Yuan seemed to have seen something terrible, and they all avoided Ling Yuan in fear.
At this moment, Ling Yuan, who was in the black fog, was like the thunder god descending to the world. Lightning flashed along with the seven sin-purifying thunders, enveloping Ling Yuan. The aura emanating from him made people feel palpitating, as if if they got a little closer, they would be swallowed up by the terrifying lightning.