The struggling ghost couldn't escape, and upon hearing Qin Hu's words, hastily said: "Landlord, this ghost is just a lonely soul, its magical powers are weak. If it became the Landlord's spirit servant, wouldn't that be losing face for the Landlord?"

  "Heh heh, as a land spirit, you don't need to have high magical powers, just having a beautiful heart is enough, and you're just right." Qin Hu said with a light smile.

  Xu Ling furrowed her brow and said softly, "Xu Ling has just passed the thunder tribulation. Please allow me to rest for three months, after which I will personally visit the Earth Temple to pay respects to the Earth God."

  "No need, you've always been cunning. I'll let you off today, but after three months, who knows where anyone will be? Leave now." Qin Hu suddenly grasped at the air and his hand was already holding a white rope. The white rope was tied to the white light on Yu Ling's body, pulling him along as he walked. With one step forward, his body was about to disappear into thin air. Yu Ling opened his mouth, but it was too late to say anything.

  At this moment, a white light flashed from the south, and a black sky supported a white line, like a meteor crossing the sky, and in an instant it was already above the river temple.

  Yu Ling felt a chill run down his spine as the temperature in the void suddenly dropped. His heart skipped a beat, and he was shocked to see a sword emitting dazzling white light hurtling towards Qin Hu's head. Just as Qin Hu was about to disappear into the void, he suddenly turned around and swung his sleeve, unleashing a dark, tangible black wind that enveloped the sword. A hint of anger flashed across his face. He hadn't expected that before he could even find trouble with Chen Jing, someone would dare to provoke him first.

  "A river god who has just obtained the position of river god, dares to be so arrogant and domineering. He is simply looking down on everything." Qin Hu thought angrily in his heart. The wind generated by the swing of his sleeve wrapped around the sword, and his hand had already reached out from his sleeve, with five fingers as hard as jade stone. Without caring about the sharpness of the sword, he grabbed towards the blade with one hand.

  The sword's body was as thin as a cicada's wing, and in the sensitive perception of Yu Ling, the sword's body was trembling slightly, like the vibration of a bee's wings. This made it seem as if the sword was shrouded in a layer of white mist at first glance. At the same time, the vibration of the sword gave people an extremely agile feeling, as if it would change direction at any moment. This feeling only arose in Yu Ling's heart when Qin Hu's hand, which seemed to have stretched out of thin air, touched the blade for a moment. The sword sprang open like a spring, and in that instant, Yu Ling clearly saw the sword cut a circle on Qin Hu's palm, back of the hand, and wrist. The speed was so fast that Yu Ling only saw it with her eyes and reflected it in her heart, knowing that she could not avoid it in such a situation.

  She didn't know the extent of the sword's power, but she saw Qin Hu's hand suddenly shrink back, and the sword stabbed in at the same time as his hand withdrew, directly piercing Qin Hu's eyes.

  The ghostly figure gazed at the sword thrusting towards Qin Hu's eyes, and a sense of pleasure arose in her heart. She thought to herself: "Dark and gloomy eyes, how can they appreciate the beauty of the world? It would be better if they were destroyed." In her opinion, Qin Hu was a person shrouded in darkness, and although she herself was a ghost, she felt that wherever Qin Hu went, dark winds would follow.

  Qin Hu's hand was cut by the sword in an instant, and he was both shocked and angry. Although the sword seemed to have caused him no harm at all, he felt a piercing pain, and at the same time, a cold and pure killing intent rushed into his body from where the sword had cut him, straight to his soul.

  "This sword has actually condensed its killing intent!" Qin Hu understood that the murderous aura was the sword's killing intent condensed on it, the moment his wrist was cut by the sword.

  Although he was shocked and angry, he didn't panic. Looking at the sword tip that was stabbing over with momentum, he let out a light shout, and immediately above his head, a temple appeared, bursting forth with a faint black glow, like the underworld, dark and profound, as if it could swallow everything.

  The sword, over three feet long, was shrouded in a layer of mist, its body indistinct and unclear. The hilt was ancient and unadorned, the entire sword looking simple yet deadly. After being enveloped by the faint light falling from the Temple of God, Qin Hu made no hesitation to thrust it straight in.

  However, the sword slowed down as soon as it pierced into the dark temple, as if it had been stuck in a muddy swamp, and as if endless darkness was going to bind the sword.

  "I don't know what you're talking about." Qin Hu said coldly. As he spoke, his left hand had already shot out again, this time from the sleeve of his black robe, and was now hovering above the sword's body.

  Suddenly, just as his hand was about to touch the hilt of the sword, a sword hum sounded from the blade. The hum was not loud, but it echoed far and wide in the silent sky and earth.

  The sword was like a snake slithering through the grass, suddenly leaping into the air, twisting and trembling in the dark light, drawing out a solitary line. The speed was so fast that it returned to normal in an instant. This time, the sword only made one move, still slashing towards Qin Hu's hand, but this time Qin Hu seemed to have been prepared, shrinking back at the moment the sword broke free from its restraints. The sword still stabbed forward with momentum, still aiming for the eyes. However, this time the sword's movement became more elusive, like a snake wandering in mid-air.

  "Could he want to kill Qin Hu?" Xū Líng looked at the sword's unyielding posture, and this thought suddenly surged up in his heart.

  "Hmm!" Qin Hu snorted, and the sleeves of his robe suddenly unfolded in mid-air, rolling towards the sword body. After the sleeves unfolded, small ghost patterns and some mysterious talismans could be clearly seen.

  The sleeves rolled up like a cow's tongue rolling up grass, straight and sharp as a sword. It was as if there was a tangible black wind that arose from the nameless space, appearing at once to envelop the entire sword.

  Her heart was slightly startled, the earth god Qin Hu's sleeve had unknowingly swallowed up countless evil spirits and ghosts, with a great reputation in this realm. However, what made her feel unbelievable was that the sword seemed to have slid out effortlessly from his sleeve, and in an instant, the sword's momentum changed, transforming from a fleeting sword style to a simple and ancient one, completely disregarding the sleeve, still staring straight into Qin Hu's eyes.

  Sword light like electricity, smoke shadow vague, murderous aura cold as ice.

  Qin's heart was once again shocked in his heart: "What school and what faction is this swordsmanship, it's so mysterious"

  In a flash, he no longer dared to be careless, his arm made a virtual stir, and in the midst of the stir, in an instant, the spiritual energy of this place surged up, and the darkness hanging down from the temple was like a whirlpool swirling up. With his hand as the center, a vortex appeared, pointing towards that sword.

  The sword's momentum changed in that instant, and suddenly it was like a white fan unfolding, or a peacock spreading its tail, not showy, but simple yet stunning.

  The whirlpool and the peacock-like sword aura touched only once, but merged together in an instant, and then separated again. The separation was because the whirlpool disappeared. Qin Hu's black robe sleeves had been torn to shreds and were floating in mid-air, like butterflies that had fallen from the dark void after being frozen by severe frost.

  Xu Ling saw an unbelievable expression on the proud Land God Qin Hu's face for the first time, with a shock in his eyes that could not be concealed.

  That boundless sword momentum not only didn't disperse, but instead became even more intense, illuminating a corner of the sky.

  The spiritual fluctuations generated by the battle here have long been sensed by the demon spirits in this realm. The seemingly calm sky and earth are actually hiding things that are unknown to humans. Only ordinary people would think that what they see is everything.

  The demons were shocked that someone dared to draw their sword at the land god Qin Huo, and looking at his posture, he actually wanted to kill him with one blow.

  Qin Hu's heart was filled with great anger, and he didn't care that his sleeve had torn apart, revealing a smooth arm. He saw him curling his fingers into a seal, fixed on his forehead. In an instant, the entire sky and earth seemed to have suddenly calmed down, as if time had stopped. Even the light from the sword's body dimmed instantly. Qin Hu's lips opened and closed, chanting: "Baoling Imperial Edict, Military Ridge Land, listen to my command, Suppress!"

  In this sound, the spirit only felt a humming in his ears, all other sounds disappeared, and he was suddenly dazed and lost his mind, as if he had been in a dream all along, everything was unreal, everything was out of control. Before the sound had even fallen, Qin Hu disappeared into the dim light and merged with the shadow of the temple on his head, and the shadow of the temple immediately expanded into a real temple as soon as Qin Hu merged into it, the three characters "Land Temple" on the plaque above the temple gate also became clear, shining with dark golden light.

  At the same time, the temple's light burst forth in a great radiance, condensing into a solid substance. The dark night sky was like a wave on the surface of the water. The temple slightly shook, as if it had traversed through empty space and appeared above the sword, covering the sword body under the temple. The sword light that was like a peacock spreading its tail instantly collapsed under the temple's shaking, revealing a clear three-foot-long sword.

  Xu Ling woke up, and couldn't help but let out a sigh. However, just as she thought the sword was going to be put away, the sword tip suddenly rose, and once again began to tremble wildly, emitting a dragon-like hum, and an aura of killing intent that made one's heart palpitate spread out. This formless killing intent actually caused the temple's oppressive atmosphere to pause for a moment.

  "Hmph, today even if your swordsmanship is mysterious, it's hard to escape." The voice of Qin Hu echoed in the temple, and as his words fell, the temple's oppressive atmosphere increased again. He was obviously going to use his powerful magic to suppress that mysterious sword technique that left him helpless.

  Suddenly, a river shadow appeared on the sword body, and the river shadow rushed towards the temple. The sword flashed with a white light, stabbing at the empty spirit in the air.

  A chill ran down her spine as she raised her head, and all she saw was a heart-piercing white light stabbing towards her, leaving no room for evasion.

  "Could it be that he blamed me for not borrowing the law to kill me." Xū Líng thought in her heart, and as soon as the idea was born, her body suddenly relaxed, and the white light rope binding her body had already dispersed. She was overjoyed in her heart, and her body transformed into a cloud of black smoke that escaped into the temple.

  The sword was moving in the void, like a snake, as if trying to shake off invisible restraints. In just a moment, it had already gone far away, transformed into a flowing light that disappeared into the dark void.

  The temple of the land god in the void disappeared, and Qin Hu emerged from his body, his face iron-green.

  The night wind brought the dampness after the rain, and it was exceptionally cold as if it had been contaminated by the murderous aura. A crescent moon appeared at some point on the horizon, but it didn't illuminate the sky or the earth. Qin stood with his hands behind his back in the dark void, disappearing at some unknown time.

  The temple hall in front of the river opened silently, and a black-robed woman with a nearly dragging hem leaned against the door frame. The wind blew into the temple, lifting her long black hair that fell to her waist. At this moment, she was looking up at the moon on the horizon, without a hint of fear on her face, her eyes sparkling with thoughts, lost in contemplation.