Hell Emperor

Chapter 119 Shen Qingge-Leng Yue’s Lost Star Sword

"That's... an umbrella?"

Yunzhu, who came to support him, looked confused when he saw the ghost magic weapon transformed by Ye Jie.

It was a wide oil-paper umbrella with a pitch-black surface and a texture that was tougher than cowhide. Not only could it protect against wind and rain, but it could also withstand cuts and axes. The ribs were silver-white, like white jade ivory that had been carefully carved. Connected to the umbrella handle, it shows two distinct colors.

Guazi was also a little puzzled: "Even if Brother Jie turns into an umbrella, what effect will it have?"

Guazi's confusion was quickly answered.

Unlike the bystanders at the back, Shen Qingge, who used the Nether Spirit Divine Art with his own hands, had a more intuitive and thorough understanding of the black oiled paper umbrella in his hand.

Black Sky Sun Umbrella, that is the name of the magic weapon of the underworld transformed by Ye Jie.

An umbrella is not a sword. It cannot withstand the fierce collision between the blade tips. Facing the sharp edge of the sword, even the tough umbrella ribs appear weak and vulnerable. If you expect the powerful lethality of an umbrella, the final result will be The umbrella must have been destroyed and everyone died.

Shen Qingge is not Xia Wei, and to her, Ye Jie is not her sword, unable to cut through thorns for her and remove all obstacles on the way forward. But there is one thing that Ye Jie can do, and that is to bring her temporary comfort and find a place of absolute peace of mind in the changing situation.

Shen Qingge, who had some enlightenment, held the handle of the umbrella with all his strength. The bloodshot eyes quickly disappeared, and he regained his clarity in the blink of an eye. Not only her, but also Li Feimo regained his composure after letting out a muffled groan.

The power of the Black Sky Sun Umbrella can be extremely effective against the fear of ghost attacks. As long as you hold the black umbrella in your hand, no fearful thing can shake people's hearts.

"Master... that tree spirit is really difficult to deal with. Let me use divine thunder to deal with it!"

Li Feimo said with lingering fear that she had no ability to resist fear. Even though she was extremely talented, she almost fell into the evil thing in the distance.

As he spoke, Li Feimo subconsciously shrank into the umbrella, not daring to show his head. Fortunately, the black umbrella was extremely wide and could cover several people at the same time without any problem.

Shen Qingge just said calmly: "The divine thunder is too loud, and it may attract stronger enemies. After losing the power of fear invasion, the tree spirit is no longer afraid, so let's let my master deal with it. "

Li Feimo said no more, and instead showed an expression of watching a good show. The tree spirit was so hateful that he almost got her in trouble with the power of fear. It was better to let the master take action and teach the tree spirit a lesson.

Speaking of which, in Li Feimo's memory, she seemed to have never seen her master take action with all his strength. However, I heard from the master in the sect that in the past, when the master entered the world and gained experience, he also relied on his own efforts to achieve great fame.

Ahead, the slow-moving corpse oak spirit was waving its thick, twisted root vines with spikes, and was lashing towards the crowd with such force that it caused a roar like thunder.

Shen Qingge's expression was indifferent. She raised two green fingers and swung them left and right. The flying sword in front of her also moved accordingly, cutting left and right, cutting off all the incoming vines.

After receiving this counterattack, the corpse oak spirit became obviously impatient. Compared with the pain of the vine being cut off, Shen Qingge's extremely indifferent expression made it even more unbearable. Everyone who sees it sinks in fear. How can anyone ignore that fear?

Shen Qingge held an umbrella in one hand and wielded a sword in the other. She looked calm and composed in front of the huge tree spirit. The evil aura surrounding her could not disturb her figure in the slightest.

The handle of the umbrella rested on her slender shoulders. Her expression was calm and solemn. Her tall figure was independent from the world, and her plain white robe made her look even colder. As a descendant of the Immortal Sect, she also had a somewhat detached look in her bright eyes. tolerance.

"Leng Yue Wan Xing Sword."

As Shen Qingge let out a soft cry, the flying sword hovering in front began to accumulate strength. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the tall and terrifying corpse oak spirit. The surrounding spiritual energy gathered towards the sword body and turned into a continuously flowing radiance. The flying sword condensed and never dispersed, and a deep chill radiated from the flying sword. Looking at the flying sword, it seemed that the soul would be frozen by it.

The corpse oak spirit's body trembled violently, and the power of its soul being locked made it deeply feel fear. It waved the root vines, panicking and wanting to stay away from the sword. With fear as its core strength, one day it will be overwhelmed by the power of fear.

With a whooshing sound, the three-foot-long flying sword drew a shining silver line in the air, piercing through the corpse oak spirit's body like lightning.

The arrogant posture of the corpse oak spirit collapsed instantly, and its resistance was so weak. Endless coldness spread rapidly along the wounds in front of the corpse oak spirit, completely freezing its entire body, like a huge ice sculpture.

The flying sword turned around, and with a crisp explosion, the ice sculpture completely shattered, eventually turning into ice slag on the ground.

After completing the task, the flying sword returned to Shen Qingsinger's side, quickly shrank, returned to the length of one finger, and was put into her sleeve again.

"Finally the enemy was dealt with... I didn't expect to meet such an evil cultivator just after entering the Shadow Valley."

After his vision returned to clarity, Li Feimo sighed with emotion. This Shadow Valley is really not a good place, and there are even groups of evil cultivators inside. If ordinary people enter this place by mistake, they will probably die.

At the end of the battle, Shen Qingge dispersed the Nether Spirit Art, the black umbrella in his hand also turned into light and dissipated, and Ye Jie's figure reappeared.

As soon as he appeared, Ye Jie staggered and almost fell to the ground. It was Shen Qingge's quick eyesight and quick hands who supported him.

"Ajie, are you okay..." Shen Qingge asked, but the concern in his heart could not be suppressed no matter what.

"I'm okay, I'm just a little dizzy." Ye Jie said helplessly. Although his body did not collapse under the backlash of the Nether Spirit Art, the dizziness was unavoidable.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Shen Qingge said softly, "Thanks to you, I was able to deal with the difficult enemy. Without you, I would have had no choice but to evacuate with my disciples."

Li Feimo also heard Shen Qingge's words and said a little dissatisfied: "If I use the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, I might not be able to fight against the corpse oak spirit. What's more, if the master uses his killing move early in the morning, he can also kill the corpse." The oak spirit slays here."

In response, Shen Qingge just shook his head lightly: "When using my Cold Moon and Star Sword, you need to look directly at the target. The corpse oak spirit can arouse the most fear in people's hearts. Even I, if I look directly at it for too long, will Invaded by fear, I can't continue to use my killing moves... If it weren't for the Black Sky Umbrella that could effectively resist that fear, I'm afraid we would all suffer. "

Li Feimo curled his lips, accepting this statement, and then turned his attention to Ye Jie.

The master can turn him into a black umbrella, and Xia Wei can turn him into a black sword. The effects of both of them are quite extraordinary, but if you let yourself do it, you can only turn Ye Jie into a useless bracelet. This is really It made her a little angry.

Ye Jie coughed dryly: "The evil cultivator who stabbed himself in the eyes is still alive now. It's rare for someone to be alive. It's better to ask him about the situation here."