Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

"Haha, you are nothing more than an earth-bound ghost, and you still want to talk about freedom? Ridiculous!"

Luo Qingwei is not very capable, but she is not soft-spoken at all, and she specializes in poking at people's sore spots.

"Haha, why not?"

Yuan Anping laughed lightly, his laughter mixed with sorrow and sadness, but with a trace of hope.

He raised his head slightly, looked directly at everyone, and said, "Look at the word "freedom". It is bound by rules and regulations, but there is always a way to break through the cage. Doesn't this represent my current situation?"

"As long as I have hope in my heart, I will always break out of this prison just like that." Yuan Anping's tone was soft but full of determination.

"snort."

Luo Qingwei snorted coldly, not knowing how to defend herself.

Xu Sanyan smiled and said, "You only see freedom, but not the word "cage". At first glance, this word is omitted from all sides, but even with the strength of an ox and a dragon, it cannot break the shackles above the head. Perhaps, this is more important." It fits your current situation.”

Yuan Anping was silent for a moment, and after thinking carefully, he nodded in approval.

"You're right. Let's wait and see. Whether I break out of the cage, be restrained by shackles, or disappear into thin air, I won't regret it."

Yuan Anping's tone was full of determination. He had had enough of these days that lasted for thousands of years. Even if he died, he would not regret it!

"Don't talk nonsense with him anymore. Sooner or later, we will have to fight!"

As Luo Qingwei waved her hand, a cold sword light flashed by, but Yuan Anping dismissed it casually.

"Since you are determined to seek death, then I will help you!"

Yuan Anping's pupils stood up, and a large dark ghostly aura rose behind him, as if there were countless ghosts struggling and wailing in it, which was chilling.

Xu Sanyan opened his fingers, a big halberd appeared, and he flew forward.

There will inevitably be a battle between the two sides. Yuan Anping wants to use them as an experiment and try to pick the fruits. If they don't join forces to get rid of him first, sooner or later they will be defeated one by one.

"kill!"

The two sides were fighting fiercely in an instant.

Fang Qingge raised his sword high and shouted loudly,

"Qinglianyi!"

In an instant, thousands of rays of light condensed on the sword body, and the clear sword intention shone brightly under the gray sky, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"go!"

The sword intent rushed straight towards Yuan Anping like a torrent.

"snort!"

Yuan Anping snorted coldly, waving his sleeves, and the dark ghostly energy behind him flowed with his thoughts, turning into a giant hand of thick fog to block in front of him, and collided with the sword intention in the air.

"boom!"

In an instant, the flood-like sword intent seemed to be blocked by a dam, unable to move forward at all, and was blocked by the giant palm.

Looking at Yuan Anping's expression again, there was no change at all.

Fang Qingge gritted his teeth secretly, but felt a little depressed in his heart. After all, the gap in cultivation between the two sides was still too big. He tried his best to hit but was blocked by the other party at will.

"Vajra subdues the devil's palm!"

The pure intention flew into the sky, and the giant Buddha shadow behind him emitted scorching golden light, making the world seem to be dyed golden.

There was no trace of mercy on the Buddha's solemn face, and his giant hands slapped him down heavily, seemingly slowly but really quickly.

The power of this attack has greatly improved compared to the previous one. Not only is the Buddha's shadow more solid, but its power is also more powerful.

"Oh, the Devil's Palm?"

Yuan Anping's eyes turned cold. He hated these bald donkeys the most in his life. They talked about this and that all day long, as if the Buddha's farts were all fragrant.

"drink!"

Yuan Anping's arms shook, and the rich ghostly aura behind him suddenly turned into a giant beast, with a face like a lion and a body like a horse. A wisp of black mist rose from the horn above its head and slammed into the Buddha.

Suddenly, the golden light-emitting Buddha's palm was instantly pierced by a ghostly beast, and the pitch-black horn continued unabated, passing through the Buddha in Jingyi's unbelievable eyes.

"puff!!"

Jingyi held his chest and looked up to the sky, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The technique was broken and received a strong backlash. The sweetness in his throat could no longer suppress the blood in his mouth.

The phantom of the Buddha dissipated, and all the golden light in the sky disappeared. There was only heavy thunder and small raindrops.

Xu Sanyan shook his head helplessly. The little monk Jingyi was also unlucky. He used this technique twice, but it was cracked and suffered backlash.

At the same time, Elder Ren and others on the other side were also fighting with Yuan Anping's ghost generals. There was a big difference in the number of people on both sides. Elder Ren's side had nearly 500 people.

On the other hand, the group of ghosts only had more than a hundred people, a full five times difference. They seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact they were suppressed and resisted with difficulty.

The high-end combat power of the two sides is very different. There are close to ten ordinary ghost generals, which is equivalent to ten soul refining realm monks.

As for ordinary ghost soldiers, they also have the strength of about the first level of the Mystical Dao Realm. It takes seven or eight people to join forces to resist one ghost soldier.

Zuo Qiuyi and her sisters worked together to trap a ghost general. The main pressure was on Zuo Qiuchen and Zuo Qiuhui. The others only helped, but they were also surrounded by dangers.

Suddenly, the ghost general turned his head and smiled ferociously, and with a tap of his finger, a dark ghost energy instantly stabbed Zuo Qiu Yi. This move was so insidious that no one could react, including Zuo Qiuchen, who had the highest level of cultivation.

"Little sister, be careful!" Zuo Qiuhui was shocked and rushed towards her, but it was too late.

"Get out of the way!" Zuo Qiuxin took out his long sword and tried to stop him, but in the end he was still a little behind.

Zuo Qiuyi's pupils suddenly shrank, and he frantically mobilized all his magic power to condense in front of him, forming a transparent mask.

"Bang!"

The ghost energy penetrated the barrier without any hindrance and went straight to her heart under the desperate eyes of everyone.

"Shua——"

At this moment, a dark light flashed by, dispersing the ghost energy like lightning.

Zuo Qiuyi was stunned for a moment, then realized that she was rescued. She followed the light and found that it was a long sword,

a long sword that was completely black but very familiar to her.

Lin Fan's sword.

Zuo Qiuyi watched the long sword fall into Lin Fan's hands, and then saw that his face was very pale. It seemed that the previous attack was also a great burden on him.

After all, the ghost general is equivalent to the soul refining realm. Although it is weaker than the ordinary soul refining realm, it is not comparable to his mere foundation building realm.

Even if it was just a casual attack, Lin Fan had to use all his strength to stop it.

Zuo Qiuyi pursed her lips, her eyes dim, and then stopped looking at him, and rushed into the battlefield again.

Zuo Qiuchen and others saw that the little sister was not in danger, and they also breathed a sigh of relief and fought with the ghost general again.

Seeing Zuo Qiuyi's eyes, Lin Fan felt a pain in his heart. Why didn't she want to say a word to him?

He cared about her so much, and even had to take care of her safety in the life-and-death fight, but she didn't want to say a word to him.

"Ah!!"

Lin Fan roared to the sky, venting his anger on the enemy in front of him. The black sword in his hand seemed to sense the owner's emotions, and its speed suddenly increased by more than one level.

He was only in the Foundation Establishment Realm, but he could fight on par with the ghosts in the Lost Dao Realm!

A mere challenge to a higher level was not a problem.