Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 50: Demonstrating Power! The Black Ink Spirit Sword

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"It's the Xuan Mo Spirit Sword!!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Jingyun in the spirit boat widened his eyes, and an indescribable light instantly bloomed in his eyes.

When it comes to familiarity with the Xuanmo Spirit Sword, he ranks among the top in the entire Chen family.

He once naively thought that the Xuan Mo Lingjian followed him because it recognized him as its master. Later, after listening to his grandfather's story, he realized that it was his great-grandfather's heroic spirit that had not yet dissipated after his death, and was secretly protecting the family in some mysterious way.

It turned out that the trip to the market three years ago went so smoothly because his great-grandfather was secretly protecting him.

Of course, this is a huge secret for the Chen family, and only a few core members are qualified to know it.

"Song'er, we are saved."

Chen Jingyun held the child's hands tightly, his eyes red, but his heartstrings suddenly relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Compared to his relaxation.

On the other side, Gui Er's hair stood on end.

Black Ink Spirit Sword!!!

He was deeply impressed by this spiritual sword.

Decades ago, his elder brother Gui Yi died at the hands of this magical sword.

But here's the thing.

Why would the Xuan Mo Ling Sword attack automatically?
Moreover, the sword light and sword intent emanating from this spiritual sword were extremely powerful and terrifying, even more powerful than when it was in Chen Xuanmo's hands!
Gui Er felt his hair stand on end and his spine turned cold. The rising sense of crisis left him with only one thought in his mind.

run!
With almost no hesitation, he immediately gave up on Chen Jingyun and others in front of him, turned into a black ghost mist, turned around and fled into the distant mountains and forests.

As a casual cultivator on the blacklist, the Pishan Twin Ghosts were able to survive for so many years with a bounty on their head. Apart from anything else, they must have long since mastered the ability to run away immediately when they saw the wrong opportunity.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost fog had escaped far away.

"Buzz!"

The Xuan Mo Ling Sword once again emitted a clear and deep sword sound.

Without anyone noticing, the purple energy in the lucky bead was burning wildly, and the already extremely fast speed of the Xuan Mo Ling Sword increased by several times again.

It was like a ray of light, passing through the sky, and soon caught up with the black ghost fog that was rolling up and down and desperately fleeing.

"Shh!"

The Xuan Mo spiritual sword swept past, piercing through the ghost fog like lightning.

The ghost fog's flying movement came to an abrupt halt.

As if it had been cast into a spell to freeze itself, it suddenly stopped in mid-air, floating quietly.

After a few breaths, the ghost fog squirmed and condensed into a human form again, which was Ghost Two.

But its head and body were separated and it had already broken into two pieces.

At this moment, time seemed to be stretched countless times.

Gui Er felt like he was flying. Wherever he looked, the sky, the earth and the mountains were constantly spinning and intertwining.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a headless corpse falling down. The clothes on the corpse looked extremely familiar.

Gui Er suddenly woke up.

I, I am dead! ?

But he doesn't seem to be completely dead yet!
In a daze, all the events of his life flashed through his mind quickly like a passing show.

"My life, Gui Er, has been rough and difficult."

"My mother died during childbirth and left us three brothers early. My father treated us like enemies and would beat or scold us when he was drunk."

"When I was thirteen, I ran away from home with my eldest brother and joined gangs."

"When I was sixteen, we three brothers had a fight with others and fled to a ruined temple in the wilderness. Under the ruined temple, we accidentally discovered the secret residence of a dead evil cultivator in the Jindan stage."

"After an inhuman test, we obtained the inheritance of the [Underworld Fire Soul Devouring Art] and three powerful evil spiritual weapons."

"As the second in command, I was assigned the [Soul Summoning Banner], but unfortunately my cultivation level is too low to use it."

"When I was twenty years old, we had made some achievements in our cultivation. We slaughtered all the enemy gangs, devoured their souls, and sacrificed them to evil spirits."

"When he was sixty-nine years old, the eldest brother was the first to advance to the foundation-building stage. In the same year, we attacked a weak sect, robbed their property and a foundation-building pill, and took the foundation-building pill ourselves and achieved a breakthrough."

"In another year, the third brother will break through to the foundation building stage."

"When I was ninety years old, we were wanted by two major sects for committing numerous crimes. After discussing, the three brothers decided to flee southward. In a small border town called Cangyiwei, we slaughtered a village to replenish the evil spirits of the soul-summoning banner and devoured the souls of the living to heal our wounds."

"I didn't expect that Chen Xuanmo, who guards the local family, would team up with everyone to chase after us."

"After a fierce battle, the boss died. From then on, the Three Ghosts of Pishan became the Two Ghosts of Pishan."

"When I was 128 years old, I heard that my enemy Chen Xuanmo had died, so my two brothers decided to come here to seek revenge."

"In the same year, revenge failed."

"I am dead!"

The last scene in his mind overlapped with the scene in front of him. The second ghost's head tumbling in the air had a dazed look in its eyes and had completely lost its life.

At the same time he died, the ghost general holding the bow and arrow lost his restraint and instantly turned into a wisp of black mist and re-entered the soul-summoning banner.

The soul-summoning banner that had lost its owner rolled and fell to the ground.

"This……"

In the distance, Wang Qianqian stared at the scene in amazement, and even stopped steering the boat unconsciously.

That powerful evil cultivator actually died just like that? !
Chen Jingyun was also shocked.

The Xuan Mo Ling Sword is too powerful.

No, it should be that my great-grandfather was too strong.

When my great grandfather was alive, he was the best fighter among the Five Southern Guards. I didn’t expect that after his death, he became even stronger than before.

How could he have expected that?

His great-grandfather burned a mysterious energy called purple qi, which allowed him to exert such combat power.

At this time, after Chen Xuanmo killed Gui Er with one sword, the anger in his heart dissipated a little.

Earlier, Chen Ningtai received Jingyun's distress talisman and immediately rushed to help with the Xuanmo Spirit Sword. But before they entered the ten-mile radius and found someone, the connection between him and Chen Jingrui suddenly disappeared.

He knew that something must have happened to Chen Jingrui.

Although he was heartbroken, he didn't care about anything else. Once he entered the ten-mile range and was able to sense the battle scene, he immediately left Chen Ningtai and rushed to the battlefield as quickly as possible.

When he attacked, he didn't dare to hold back at all.

Pi Shan's Twin Ghosts are extremely skilled in the art of escaping. If we cannot kill them in one strike, there will be endless trouble once they escape.

Fortunately, Zi Qi did not fail at the critical moment. He burned desperately and ended the battle in an instant with a semi-sneak attack.

It was not until this time that he calmed down and realized that of the 208 strands of purple energy he had saved, only 117 strands were left.

The brief high-speed flight and killing of enemies just now actually consumed 91 strands of purple energy, which was almost his annual harvest.

Under normal circumstances, he would have been heartbroken, but right now he simply couldn't care less.

His attention was focused on the spirit boat.

Even though he had expected this, when he saw the scene inside the spirit boat, his heart was still filled with grief and anger.

Jingrui is really dead.

Chen Xuanmo also watched Jingrui grow up. This child has a gentle and honest personality and never fights with others.

They had only been married for less than four years, and he died here so suddenly.

Anger burned fiercely in Chen Xuanmo's chest.

The entire Xuan Mo Ling Sword was trembling slightly, and a low sword sound was heard, like a wailing.

At this time.

Gao Peilian's body suddenly went limp and she fell straight down.

Seeing that the crisis was over, the energy she had been holding in her heart relaxed, and she could no longer hold on.

"Sister Peilian!"

"Fourth sister-in-law!"

Wang Qianqian and Chen Jingyun were startled and rushed over at the same time, trying to rescue him in a panic.

Almost at the same time.

On the other side, a ball of black fog that was flying towards this side at high speed suddenly froze in mid-air.

It was Ghost Three who had finally broken free from the Three Yang True Fire and was preparing to join Ghost Two.

As a result, by coincidence, he happened to witness his second brother being killed by a sword.

"Second brother!"

Ghost Three was filled with grief and anger, and the entire ghost fog began to tremble slightly.

But the next moment.

The ghost fog suddenly turned around and ran away.

It was at this time.

A figure surrounded by gilded light and shadows came rushing towards them like a golden meteor, cutting through the sky.

When the third devil tried to run away, "Meteor" turned in the air and chased after him.

This "meteor" was naturally Chen Ningtai who came here at the risk of his life.

Gui San was already seriously injured, and when Chen Ningtai's speed reached its maximum, he was stopped.

Without saying a word, Chen Ningtai raised his hand, and a golden spirit sword turned into a golden rainbow and hit Ghost Three fiercely.

This is Chen Ningtai’s inferior spiritual sword——[Golden Spirit Sword].

In terms of quality, the Golden Spirit Sword is far inferior to the Black Mo Spirit Sword, but it is also a spiritual weapon after all. With the blessing of the Golden Yuan Sword Intent, its power is beyond comparison with magic weapons.

Gui San hurriedly activated the evil weapon, the Mourning Stick, to block a wave of the Golden Spirit Swords, but was shocked so much that blood spurted from his mouth and he flew backwards.

He didn't dare to fight and immediately turned into ghost mist and fled in the opposite direction.

However, he didn't expect that he hadn't escaped far when he found that the magic sword that had killed his second brother had appeared in front of him.

The edge was cold and full of murderous intent.

At this time, Chen Xuanmo felt sad that the previous wave of purple energy had consumed too much energy, and was unwilling to burn more purple energy to kill Ghost Three.

But it's still possible to pretend and scare people.

As expected, Gui San was so frightened that his soul was about to burst out. He immediately revealed his true form and begged for mercy: "Chen Ningtai, don't kill me. This was all Bai Xinrong's idea."

"As long as you can spare my life, I am willing to contribute the wealth that my brothers and I have accumulated for many years and hidden in secret places."

"Don't worry, I won't stay in Wu anymore. I will go out to sea and never again... Ugh!"

Before he could finish his words, the Golden Spirit Sword came again to kill him. Being interrupted, Gui San had no choice but to fight back desperately.

But he was badly injured after being blown and burned by Wang Qianqian. Only 30% or 40% of his full strength remained. How could he be a match for Chen Ningtai, who was firing on all cylinders in grief and anger?
Coupled with Chen Xuanmo's several predictions and interceptions, Gui Sanlu failed to escape and was finally cut into two pieces by a sword under Chen Ningtai's crazy firepower!

The body broke into two and fell from the sky.

This time it's time.

Chen Daoling and Chen Daoan, who were in the late stage of Qi training in the family, also flew over at high speed on their flying magic tools. It was obvious that they had also received the news and rushed to provide assistance.

"Father."

"Uncle."

They greeted Chen Ningtai one by one, their faces equally gloomy.

Chen Ningtai's eyes flashed with fatigue and anxiety, and he waved his hand: "You two, clean up the battlefield."

After saying that, he hurriedly flew towards the spirit boat.

At this time, the spirit boat had fallen to the ground unable to bear the damage.

Chen Jingrui's body with a hole in the chest was also carefully carried out and placed on the flat ground next to the spirit boat, with clean brocade under him.

Chen Ningtai landed nearby and couldn't help but feel grief-stricken when he saw this scene. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "Linhai Bai Clan, I, Chen Ningtai, will pay you back tenfold, a hundredfold!"

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(End of this chapter)