jdhmnovel Chapter 155 Sword Technique Breaks the Formation
Chapter 155 Sword Technique Breaks the Formation
Chapter 155 Sword Technique Breaks the Formation
Countless vengeful ghosts screamed, their voices mingling together without interruption, leaving only one sound in your ears.
"what……"
Zhuo Yang's expression turned solemn. He swept his eagle eyes across the room and smiled wickedly: "I was born of nature and have cultivated diligently. I have never shown any kindness. Today, I showed kindness and have been bound hand and foot."
"This shows that good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years!"
He stepped forward, his feet touching the grass, and unleashed the full power of his primordial spirit.
Its arrogant spirit soared to the heavens, dispelling the light haze and clearing the sky. But the next moment, rolling dark clouds gathered from all directions, obscuring the Fu family's vast villa.
"What's going on?" Fu Quan looked up at the sky, taking a step back in surprise and uncertainty.
He had an instinctive feeling that when the dark clouds fully gathered, disaster would be imminent.
"Kill him, now!"
Fu Quan felt increasingly uneasy and immediately roared in anger.
Upon receiving the order, the Fu family disciples chanted the incantation even faster. The melodious voices made the faces of the evil spirits surrounding Zhuo Yang even more ferocious, and their bodies even became more solid.
Zhuo Yang used his fists to fight against countless vengeful ghosts. After knocking one away, two more rushed up, and then more vengeful ghosts. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by vengeful ghosts. His white dress was already torn to shreds, like a ghillie suit, and streaks of blood appeared on his body.
Even the strongest physical body couldn't withstand the sharp claws of the vengeful ghost.
Looking up sharply at the dark clouds in the sky, Zhuo Yang suddenly leaped into the air and hovered there, his hawk-like eyes sweeping over the Fu family disciples in the great formation.
Break! Heaven! Thunder!
Lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and countless bolts of lightning descended in an instant.
"Ah, defense!"
Fu Quan roared in shock.
The Fu family disciples dared not hesitate and quickly began chanting the incantation.
At this moment, one after another, fierce ghosts rushed into the sky and crashed into bolts of heavenly lightning.
clack clack...
The dense thunderclaps converged and rolled down onto the earth.
Dozens of vengeful ghosts were instantly reduced to ashes by heavenly lightning, their spirits and forms utterly destroyed.
Without hesitation, the other vengeful spirits continued to face the heavenly lightning descending from the sky, using their bodies to protect the Fu family disciples in the courtyard.
"grass!"
Zhuo Yang was furious. He waved his hand to stop the spell, and with another wave, the dragon-patterned longsword flew out of his Qiankun bag, accompanied by a burst of lightning, and he caught it in his hand.
"If I don't kill you all, I won't even have a chance to accumulate any merit!"
Zhuo Yang leaped into the courtyard, his movements as dramatic as a fighter jet crashing.
"I come!"
Fu Jing grinned maliciously and raised her arms. The dark lightning, like mud, rolled into the sky and enveloped Zhuo Yang.
"break!"
With a flick of his longsword, a dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth. Zhuo Yang became one with his sword, the sword in front and himself behind, transforming into a sharp blade as he resolutely lunged towards Yin Lei.
With a deafening roar, the entire earth trembled. The violent shockwave dispersed the lingering dark clouds in the sky, scattering countless vengeful spirits in all directions.
The Fu family disciples on the ground were also affected, and they all sat down on the ground.
"Get up and maintain the formation!"
Fu Quan shouted loudly and joined the formation, chanting incantations.
The chanting of sutras once again echoed through the courtyard, and the fierce ghosts in the sky steadied themselves and surrounded the villa.
It's a pity that ordinary people can't see ghosts, otherwise this terrifying scene would definitely have been filmed and posted online.
As the exploding fireball gradually dissipated, a chilling light with astonishing power broke through the fireball and fiercely rushed towards Fu Jing.
"what!"
Fu Jing was shocked and instinctively chose to retreat in a panic, revealing Fu Quan's figure.
"die!"
With a roar, Zhuo Yang's figure instantly broke through to Fu Quan's front, and with a resolute sword strike, gathering the righteous energy of heaven and earth, he pierced through Fu Quan's chest.
His hoodie fell off, revealing Fu Quan's aged head.
His hair was only a few strands of gray, making him look like a skeleton, and black age spots covered more than half of his gaunt face.
"grandfather!"
Fu Jing screamed in alarm. She hadn't expected that taking a step back would lead to her grandfather being pierced through the chest by Zhuo Yang's sword.
"Hmph!" Zhuo Yang snorted heavily, and with a flick of his longsword, Fu Quan's body shattered into pieces as if it had exploded, with fragments of his corpse flying all over the courtyard.
Almost all of Fu Quan's disciples had Fu Quan's blood on their faces and bodies, and the orderly chanting of scriptures came to an abrupt halt.
Zhuo Yang was covered in blood, but not Fu Quan's. The blood was from the wounds he had sustained when he was attacked by the vengeful ghosts.
"The Ghost-Binding Formation is nothing special!"
With a cold laugh, Zhuo Yang swung his sword and charged towards Fu Jing. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, and the righteous energy between heaven and earth was gathered once again.
"Zhuo Yang, I'll die with you!"
Fu Jing blamed herself for her cowardice that had caused her grandfather's death, and her beautiful face became extremely ferocious, more terrifying than any ghost in the sky.
She reached for the dragon-patterned longsword with both arms and let out another shrill cry. Immediately, dark lightning appeared and surged towards Zhuo Yang like muddy water, with gray-brown lightning flashing in the muddy water.
The ghost cultivator's soul power, which had already merged with hers, erupted with all its might.
"You have a vast amount of soul power, but you don't know how to use it. Your comprehension is too poor!" Zhuo Yang sneered disdainfully, abruptly turning to the side to dodge the Yin Lightning.
With a flash of sword light, a disciple of the Fu family was instantly decapitated.
"Brother Six!"
Upon seeing this, Fu Jing's eyes widened, filled with a bloodthirsty light, and she was extremely angry.
"Only by killing you all can those vengeful ghosts be saved!" Zhuo Yang sneered, his murderous gaze sweeping over each of the Fu family disciples.
Before the ghost-binding formation was broken, countless fierce ghosts in the sky fell down, each one baring its fangs and claws, its face grotesque.
Another flash of sword light appeared, and the head of a Fu family disciple flew into the air before the headless corpse collapsed.
"Uncle Three!"
Fu Jing's eyes widened in anger, and without thinking, she rushed towards Zhuo Yang. Her arms gradually turned black, and her nails grew rapidly, soon reaching three inches in length.
Zhuo Yang sneered, completely ignoring Fu Jing, and continued to pounce on another Fu family disciple.
The Fu family disciples inside the formation were completely immobile; in other words, they were like wooden stakes!
Another head flew into the air...
At this moment, countless vengeful ghosts rushed back into the courtyard and surrounded Zhuo Yang.
Fu Jing suddenly stopped the pursuit, closed her eyes, and murmured, "Grandpa, the disciples of the Fu family are being slaughtered. I must activate the Fu family's secret technique to kill Zhuo Yang!"
Her long dress fluttered without wind, her long hair danced in the wind, and on her ashen face, veins appeared, with black substances seemingly surging within them, making her face look incredibly terrifying.
"Shadow Spirit, Shadow Chaser!"
A wisp of grayish-white mist abruptly detached from her body and rushed rapidly toward Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang turned around abruptly, his eyes wide open. Without even having time to think, he immediately took out the Five-Colored Paulownia Mirror and activated his primordial spirit.
A huge bronze mirror immediately blocked his way, but the gray-white shadow actually passed through the bronze mirror and rushed into Zhuo Yang's body.