Chapter 45: Midnight Ghost Battle

  "Firearm, you're itching for a fight!" The man in black robes was furious and coldly shouted.

  "I'm a knight, you've got me fighting on foot, I won't be able to exert my full strength!" Huo Qiang coldly snorted.

  "Ah!" He had just finished speaking, when the black-robed man pulled out a skull-tipped staff from his black robes. The staff was made of crystal clear white bone, and on top of it was embedded a small child's skull-shaped dark crystal block. The dark crystal was not hollow but solid, emitting a thick and eerie black glow that sent chills down one's spine.

  The man in black raised his skull-tipped staff at the rifle, and the rifle instantly covered its head and fell to the ground, wailing in pain. His whole body trembled, as if his soul was trembling from within.

  "Your cavalry has been completely annihilated by me, you are now my slave, remember your identity! Learn from your subordinate Xiao Hei, humph." The black-robed man shouted.

  Looking at Hu Xiaoyue who was gradually sinking into the darkness, the black-robed man didn't bother to punish "Fire Gun". With a wave of his hand, two thick black mists burst out from the top of the dark skull, instantly condensing into two slender misty figures. Their bodies were three meters off the ground, rapidly chasing after Hu Xiaoyue, and the old man followed closely behind.

  "Captain!" Little Hei watched as the old man walked away, the pain from the gunshot gradually subsiding. He quietly came to the side of Huo Qiang and reached out a hand to support him.

  "Get out of here, you spineless coward!" The Firearm angrily flung him aside.

  "Captain!" Xiao Hei's face was bitter and his body was exhausted as he followed closely behind.

  Two dark misty figures quickly caught up with Hu Xiaoyue like a whirlwind.

  Hu Xiaoyue suddenly turned her head, and the ribbon flew out of her body with a strong gust of wind, rushing towards the back. The black fog figure's body flashed, and two misty large hands condensed instantly, tightly grasping Hu Xiaoyue's ribbon. A thick death aura instantly transmitted from the ribbon into Hu Xiaoyue's body, causing her face to turn pale, and the death aura dissolving the vitality inside her made her feel very uneasy.

  "Oni Clan Cultivator!" Having lived for several hundred years, Hu Xiaoyue was not a naive demon beast. The Fox Clan had always relied on wisdom to gain the upper hand, and their ancestors had left behind much knowledge. She naturally knew that this was an Oni Clan cultivator, apparently one of the Black Robed Man's trained Battle Ghosts, whose cultivation had reached the level of a Ghost Guard. This was equivalent to the Demon Clan's Demon Guard or the Human Clan's Qi Cultivator at the Attack Level.

  The world is full of contradictions, where everything is interdependent and mutually restrictive. The yin ghost fears the extreme yang's harm; Hu Xiaoyue herself has a water attribute, and she was never good at fighting against ghosts. Even if Hu Xiaoyue's cultivation were one level higher, and she could use the beastly aura to attack, she could only freeze them for a moment, just enough time to escape. Now, these two ghost tribe cultivators' cultivation is above mid-level, already surpassing hers by a large margin. The dense death energy rolled in along with the silk ribbon. She circulated her internal true energy to desperately resist, but the death energy still seeped into her body, causing her meridians to become blocked and her blood to congeal wherever it reached.

  Hu Xiaoyue could have gotten rid of the entanglement if she had resolutely abandoned the ribbon, but she didn't. At this time, she was only thinking that this thing was given by her master, and if she lost it now, how would she have the face to see her master again?

  A dark aura invaded, Hu Xiaoyue gritted her teeth and a resolute expression appeared on her face. The light shadow true energy of the dancer in her body instantly condensed onto the beast soul above the moon wheel. A faint fox shadow floated out from between her eyebrows. The hidden beast soul in the moon wheel was forcibly activated, this was her going all out. Although there was very little original yuan energy condensed within the beast soul, it was undoubtedly a case of using an egg to strike a rock, and the beast soul would be destroyed, leaving no hope for progress in this life.

  Hu Xiaoyue's face revealed a miserable expression, and the fox shadow between her eyebrows gradually emitted a blue glow. Her body slowly solidified into a palm-sized blue fox, which opened its mouth to spit out a blue light beam. The blue light instantly transformed into a sharp "ice arrow" that shot towards the two ghost cultivators shrouded in thick fog.

  After spitting out this ice arrow, the fox shadow beast soul was extremely weak and disappeared instantly at the brow. The ice arrow pierced into the thick fog, punching a hole in the thick fog, directly penetrating the body of the fog-shaped person, but the thick fog closed instantly.

  "It was just a fox demon that didn't amount to anything!" The man in black robes said with a faint smile, muttering to himself. Then he shouted loudly: "Little demon, I'll spare your life since it's not easy for you to cultivate into human form. If you're willing to be my slave and serve me, Master, I can pardon your life."

  "Hehehe. You killed me, my master won't let you off." Hu Xiaoyue smiled miserably, her voice mournful and sorrowful, her figure like a pear blossom battered by the rain, but her eyes revealed a resolute color.

  The old man in black robes hesitated, looked back at Xiao Hei with a hint of struggle, and then weakly waved his hand. He muttered to himself: "What a pity, the two soul devouring insects I've cultivated are still too young, they can entwine human souls, but against the beast spirits of the demon tribe, they're no match."

  After the old man waved his hand, two ghostly figures shrouded in thick fog suddenly emerged from a swirling cloud of gray mist and rushed towards Hu Xiaoyue.

  "Boom!" The gray fog had not yet approached Hu Xiaoyue, when a sharp and piercing sound suddenly came over, a flying knife wrapped in a beast skin talisman flew into the gray fog, exploding into a fierce ball of light that illuminated the entire sky.

  The fireball exploded directly in the center of the gray mist, and the scorching heat quickly dispersed the gray mist. The two ghost tribe monks let out sharp cries of pain. The gray mist was condensed from their own dead energy, which was a precious accumulation of many years of energy. Without any defense, it was directly dissipated by the fireball, causing them to suffer severe injuries.

  The person who came was Guo Fei. Although the military symbol space could sense Hu Xiaoyue's panic, it couldn't communicate with spiritual consciousness and could only judge the general direction. Guo Fei felt that this had something to do with his own soul cultivation, and that his cultivation was not enough, so his perception was not sharp.

  Fortunately, the red light of the "fire gun" attracted Guo Fei. Guo Fei was originally rushing from Hei Bi, and Wu Song Town is only about 100 miles away from Hei Bi. Hu Xiao Yue was also heading towards Hei Bi. The terrain of Hei Bi is higher than this place. Guo Fei came along the winding mountain road from the high ground and saw the red light at a glance. Moreover, with a thread of thought connected to Hu Xiao Yue, Guo Fei was convinced that this was where the incident occurred.

  A fireball seal was released, and Hu Xiaoyue broke free from the suffocating dead energy, quickly retreating.

  "That fellow Daoist is interfering, I, Sha Wujie, am pursuing the evil creature that slaughtered innocent people and stole my treasure. I hope fellow Daoists will not stop me from upholding justice." Sha Wujie shouted with a righteous tone.

  The flames dissipated, and Sha Wu Zhou raised his eyes to take a closer look. He saw that beside the mountain path stood a person on top of a large boulder. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, with a dark red complexion, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. Although he wasn't very handsome, he had a pleasant appearance. His black hair was not like the long hair commonly seen on the mainland, but rather a buzz cut that stood upright. He wore a noble warrior's uniform, with a layer of rhinoceros leather armor on top, making him look majestic and extraordinary.

  However, upon closer inspection, there is still a hint of childishness on his face, indicating that the person in front of him is only around eighteen years old.

  "A little brat who doesn't know life or death, daring to interfere with my business!" Sha Wujue cursed in his heart. He had been hiding in the mainland for many years, relying on his cunning and cowardice to survive. He was originally a timid and weak person. However, he had gradually become more arrogant since obtaining a book called "War Ghost Breeding Technique" in the Western Regions by chance. After painstakingly raising two war ghosts into ghost guards and using secret methods to create two soul puppets, he designed an ambush to annihilate a cavalry team, controlled two servants, one of whom was even a high-ranking martial artist from the Wu Zong sect. His ambition had gradually inflated, and after years of being bullied and living at the bottom of the cultivation world, his vanity had grown stronger, making him fond of hearing flattery and boasting."

  This time in Beiyuan, it's said that Beiyuan is composed of empires, kingdoms, and principalities, and there's also a Ghost Lair. His goals this time are many and grand. Currently, he can control three Battle Spirits, but only two are available. This time, coming to the Ghost Lair is to capture a high-ranking Ghost Cultivator and refine it into his own Battle Spirit; secondly, he wants to control a small country, enjoy life, after working hard for so many years, he feels that he should enjoy life, beauties, and fine wine are what he loves.

  However, the war spirit has not been caught yet, and his two carefully raised war spirits have been injured. Moreover, they were injured by a "little kid", how could he not be angry?

  "Go!" Sha Wujue suddenly became furious, waving his hand at the two Battle Ghosts. The two Ghost Guards had already gained spiritual intelligence, and the fireball earlier had dissipated a lot of their death energy. Now that they had met their enemy again, their eyes turned red with rage. Two red glows pierced through the thick gray mist, staring fixedly at Guo Fei as their bodies flew through the air, pouncing towards him.

  "Master be careful!" Hu Xiaoyue exclaimed, her body leaping forward, ready to block Guo Fei.

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