Chapter 588: Soul-soothing and Ghost-exorcism

Chapter 588: Soul-soothing and Ghost-exorcism

Seeing Ye Chunyang summon so many magic weapons in an instant, the Corpse King was slightly stunned, as if he was a little surprised, but soon turned into a sarcastic look.

For him, no matter how many tricks Ye Chunyang has, he is just a mid-stage mana cultivator, and he poses no threat at all.

Ye Chunyang would not say much to him. After summoning so many treasures, he seemed to think of something. He clapped his hand quickly, and the spirit beast bag flashed with golden light. A mighty spirit beast resembling a unicorn flashed out.

Previously, no matter how many magic weapons Ye Chunyang sacrificed, the Corpse King did not take it to heart.

But when the Pixiu appeared, his face suddenly changed, and he felt that his corpse qi was suppressed faintly, and he was very suspicious for a while.

However, after a careful examination, the Corpse King could not help but despise it. No matter how many spirit beasts there are, they are only at the lower level of cultivation. They are really weak and pitiful, and they are not in his eyes at all.

"Kill my son, you will die today no matter what."

After observing for a while, the Corpse King was sure that Ye Chunyang could not make any big waves, and he could not help but lose his patience. He laughed strangely and spit out a thick green mist. At the same time, his body flashed wildly and disappeared quickly.

Ye Chunyang had just summoned the Pixiu, and the fierce claw wind came in an instant.

"It's time to test your magical power."

Seeing the opponent attacking, Ye Chunyang pointed his finger without changing his expression, and applied the Yuling Jue to the Pixiu, then stretched out his body and quickly performed the Shadowless Escape.

A strange sound of "chi la".

Ye Chunyang had just performed the escape method, and suddenly a green light flashed in front of him. The Corpse King's ghost claws came like lightning, and the speed was as fast as lightning and flint, and it passed through Ye Chunyang's body in an instant.

The Corpse King had a grim smile on his face, and the backs of his hands were pressed together and separated to the left and right, determined to tear Ye Chunyang's body in half.

But then an extremely strange scene appeared. The Corpse King passed through with both hands, but it seemed to hit the air without any hindrance, and then Ye Chunyang's figure slowly dissipated.

Seeing this, the Corpse King was stunned, but soon understood something, and his face showed a gloomy and murderous look.

At this moment, there seemed to be movement behind him. Before the Corpse King could notice it, a white light suddenly tore through the air and came straight to the back of the Corpse King's neck at an astonishing speed!

The beast's expression suddenly changed, and he almost subconsciously turned around and blocked with his backhand, but the speed of this light was beyond imagination, and it was unstoppable, and it pierced through his palm without stopping, bringing up a dark green smelly blood mist.

At the same time, the Corpse King saw clearly that this thing was actually a small flying shuttle with a sharp edge.

Watching his palm being pierced by Ye Chunyang's magic weapon, the Corpse King's face was suddenly filled with shock and anger, but he could not find Ye Chunyang at all after a glance. There were only a few magic weapons surrounding him, constantly releasing spiritual power to attack him.

"I didn't expect that your skills are better than those three pieces of trash. It seems that I really underestimated you."

The Corpse King's face was gloomy. He didn't have the powerful spiritual awareness of human cultivators. At this moment, he could only search for Ye Chunyang's trace through instinctive perception. He could vaguely sense the other party's breath, but he couldn't capture his exact location at all.

At this moment, the sky was full of fire, and the Liuwu Cold Yuan Ding and the Magic Flame Ring spewed out a series of blazing fire nets, covering him directly.

"Hmph! I want to see what you can do!"

Seeing the two treasures attacking together, the Corpse King was not surprised.

He first sprayed a thick corpse gas at the Magic Flame Ring, and then shook his hands, and the green ghost claws slashed out.

There was only a crackling sound, and the flames on the Liuwu Cold Yuan Ding splashed, and the lid of the tripod was actually split into a crack, but what surprised the Corpse King was that the tripod was not damaged, but the fire was blazing, and the boundless wild fire surged out like a shocking tide.

The corpse king raised his eyebrows, his face showing surprise.

However, before he could take any action, he suddenly heard a deafening roar in his ears, the spiritual pressure in the sound was overwhelming, and the corpse qi disappeared wherever the sound wave reached.

"How is it possible?"

The corpse king was shocked and hurriedly looked at the source of the sound. It turned out to be the spirit beast he didn't care about at all. Its spiritual pressure carried a trace of mysterious auspicious aura, and the corpse qi disappeared as soon as it came into contact with it.

"What a beast, you have the magical power to restrain the ghost way. Wait for me to capture you and sacrifice you well. Maybe I can use this to break free from the shackles of the Ghost Valley!"

After looking at the Pixiu for a while, the corpse king's eyes suddenly lit up and he smiled with joy.

Although this beast is the natural enemy of the ghost way, if it can be subdued, it will be of great use to him. The corpse king didn't think about it and controlled a group of green mist to cover the Pixiu.

Suddenly, rumbling sounds came one after another, thunder roared in the void, and a huge lightsaber slashed down from the clouds without warning. At the same time, the ground trembled violently, and a figure broke out of the ground, with a flash of light on his fist, and he and the giant sword slammed towards the beast fiercely.

The face of the corpse king changed slightly, and Ye Chunyang seemed to appear out of thin air, with extremely fierce fists, and at the same time he could control the flying sword to attack him, and his body movements were elusive. How could this be done by ordinary mana cultivators?

At the moment, he didn't care about catching the Pixiu, and looked at Ye Chunyang who was raising his fist to attack with a sneer on his face, and then stretched out his claws to grab the giant sword that was slashing in the sky.

In his opinion, the human body was nothing to be afraid of, but the ghost corpse had been tempered through thousands of trials, not to mention that he had already reached the third lower level. It was wishful thinking for Ye Chunyang to fight him with his physical strength, so he did not take Ye Chunyang's fist seriously at all. Instead, he felt a little difficult to deal with this flying sword with fire attributes. Under the pincer attack, the corpse king naturally ignored Ye Chunyang himself.

The change happened in an instant.

After the Qingtian Xuanhuo Sword fell, a majestic roar echoed in his ears, and waves of fierce sound waves rushed around, which was several times stronger than before.

The corpse king immediately changed color, and found that after the sound wave came, not only did the corpse qi on his body retreat silently, but his cultivation could not be improved at all.

The corpse king was shocked and angry. It was obvious that the Pixiu had reserved its roar for the first time just now to attract him closer, and Ye Chunyang attacked him with his elusive body and hidden giant sword. He fell into the opponent's trap because of his carelessness.

At that moment, he didn't care about resisting Ye Chunyang's attack, and hurriedly turned around and dived backwards, intending to avoid the Pixiu's sound wave restraint.

But it was too late. Suddenly, the corpse king seemed to see a trace of sarcasm flashing in Ye Chunyang's eyes, and then he drove the sword with one hand and clenched his fist with the other hand, and attacked violently from front and back.

"Puff" and "Puff" sounded several times in a row. Before the Corpse King could turn around and retreat, the giant sword was inserted into his back with great force. At the same time, a mountain-like explosion sounded continuously. The beast immediately wailed, and blood splashed all over his body, and flew dozens of feet away.

The Corpse King looked down at his chest, and there were several fist marks on his chest, and all his ribs were broken!

Fortunately, he was a corpse body, and he had been tempered by the cold wind for many years. He had already become a bronze skin and iron bones, and his flesh was much tougher than that of human monks, otherwise Ye Chunyang's attack would have killed him.

After checking himself, the Corpse King was extremely angry, but just as he stabilized his body, he suddenly felt an unbearable burning heat from behind. He saw the giant sword inserted in his back making a buzzing sound, and the hot fire wave diffused from it. For a while, his back to his chest, the flesh and blood were burned black, and turned into green smoke and dissipated in the air.

The corpse king was horrified, and before he could say anything more, he quickly made a spell.

Instantly, a cold wind blew, and the place burned by the Blue Sky Mysterious Fire Sword actually regenerated flesh and blood. At the same time, his body trembled wildly, and he let out a strange roar. The flames on the giant sword were actually suppressed by him, and after a shock, it flew back.

Seeing this, Ye Chunyang took back the flying sword and secretly said it was a pity.

Just now, he had set up a confusing plan to lure this beast into a trap. He thought that with the power of the Blue Sky Mysterious Fire Sword and the Body Refining Art, he could kill the other party in one fell swoop, but he obviously underestimated the strength of the third-level corpse king. Even when the cold wind in the Ghost Valley was sharply reduced, it was not something that the mana cultivators could contend with. At this moment, if he missed the attack, there would be no chance.

"This Corpse King's cultivation is comparable to that of a Jindan cultivator. It seems that if you want to compete with him, you must reach the late stage of magic power."

Ye Chunyang's mind flashed, and he recalled the Pixiu and the magic weapons without hesitation, and looked down at the Yinfeng Pool.

The Corpse King's cultivation was high, and Ye Chunyang knew that he could not kill him, but this trip must not be in vain. After a glance into the pool, his figure flashed, leaving a residual image at the original place, but his body had disappeared without a trace.

"Where are you going!"

Seeing Ye Chunyang escape with his elusive body again, the Corpse King's eyes turned cold, and the corpse gas in his body surged out like a raging tide, and his figure chased after him like wind and lightning.

However, just as he was chasing in the direction of Ye Chunyang's escape, another low beast roar was heard.

Under the impact of the sound waves, the corpse king's whole body made strange crackling sounds, and bursts of green mist continued to emerge. The body that was already seriously injured had its mana sharply reduced, and its escape speed slowed down unconsciously.

It was obvious that Ye Chunyang had driven the Pixiu to restrain his corpse qi again.

This scene made the corpse king shocked and angry. He wiped his fingers on his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his pupils. He kept searching for Ye Chunyang's figure in the Yinfeng Pool.

However, after Ye Chunyang cultivated the shadowless escape, his body movement was so fast that even though he had added the ghost secret technique and made his eyes have the ability to track, he could not catch any traces at all. All he saw was that the wind spirit stones embedded in the stone wall were decreasing one by one, and soon they were swept away.

"Leave the wind spirit stones!"

The corpse king opened his five fingers, and a green mist ghost hand struck down from the air. The rumbling sound of rock explosions resounded continuously, and the entire Yinfeng Pool also trembled wildly.

Ye Chunyang's expression changed slightly.

Although he relied on the advantage of Shadowless Escape to quickly collect the Wind Spirit Stone in the Yinfeng Pool, he had not yet escaped.

Seeing the Corpse King's palm power coming, he hurriedly sent a thought to the Pixiu.

The beast's hair immediately stood up, and it roared loudly with a stern look, and waves of sound waves that tore the eardrums spread out again.

The Pixiu's roar had the effect of frightening souls and exorcising ghosts. Now that it was in the Yinfeng Pool, there was an echo to help, and the effect was naturally doubled. As soon as the Corpse King's giant palm fell, the magic power was immediately dissipated by two or three tenths.

Taking this opportunity, Ye Chunyang flashed, and used Shadowless Escape to the extreme, rushing out of the Yinfeng Pool quickly. When the Corpse King's attack fell, all that was left for him was a shadow that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.