Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

The youth floated in mid-air, his thunderous wings beating.

Holding a precious sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, his nose twitching, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

"The stench is detectable from thousands of feet away, what are you still hiding!"

He raised his hand and slashed his sword at the empty mountain depression.

The sword light was awe-inspiring, the copper coins swirling with a halo, carrying a sense of righteousness.

Clang!!!

The originally empty mountain depression seemed to have some kind of barrier covering it, which was now unveiled by this sword.

Sizzle!!

Space twisted, and a huge gap was torn in the array barrier filled with dark ghostly energy.

The youth looked down and couldn't help but sneer when he saw the city below.

"Sky Nether City? Heh... trying to confuse me with a small trick?"

He raised his hand to form a seal, dipped his hands in some mysterious dew, and smeared it over his eyes.

"Clarity Sight · Open!"

Buzz!!!

His eyes brightened, and everything before him turned to ashes.

Under the distortion of space, the originally bustling and prosperous Sky Nether City now looked completely different.

The atmosphere was oppressive, everywhere was a scene of dilapidation, eerie and terrifying.

Wang Lingcheng stood on the ground, looked up at the huge stone sculpture and plaque, and his heart suddenly trembled!

"Nether Capital Ghost City..."

"Evil ghosts guarding the gate!"

"I heard my uncle say that the Nether Capital Ghost King Sect was destroyed?"

"Why wasn't even the Nether Capital Ghost City destroyed with it?"

His face gradually became serious, he slowly came to the city gate, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He licked his lips and took out another magic weapon from his backhand.

A peach wood stick that was dark red all over.

Many golden runes were engraved on the stick.

"I didn't expect that I would have to bring out the Ghost Beating Stick..."

The youth took a deep breath, thunder surged around him, and his thunder wings fluttered as he stepped into the air.

Boom!!

The eyes of the stone-carved evil ghosts around the city gate suddenly lit up with two wisps of dark flames.

They glared at the youth as if they wanted to devour him!!

Waves of pressure swept out, and dozens of fierce ghosts and wronged souls窜了出来 from the position of the stone-carved eyes.

How could Wang Lingcheng tolerate its arrogance?

Anger arose in his heart, his eyes widened in anger, and his robe fluttered in the air!!!

"Little evil ghosts dare to show their fangs at me?"

"Who gave you the courage!!"

While speaking, Wang Lingcheng pinched a magic seal with his left hand, and the knuckles of his right hand holding the Ghost Beating Stick turned white, and the muscles of his arm tightened.

Under the flow of golden rune patterns, the youth flew forward, and the Ghost Beating Stick in his right hand swung vigorously.

Bang bang bang bang!!!

The thunder wings fluttered, and with one stick, a fierce ghost was smashed into ashes!!

Thunder rumbled, and the youth holding the Ghost Beating Stick was like entering a no-man's land.

He approached the city gate of the Nether Capital Ghost City, leaped high, unafraid of the eerie ghostly aura shrouded around him.

Holding the stick with both hands, he slammed it down on the evil ghost stone carving!!

Boom!!!!

A violent explosion, dense lightning cracked the void.

His body landed in the air, and rubble fell from above.

The stone carving of the evil ghost guarding the gate cracked inch by inch, and the gate slowly opened with a loud bang!!

Wang Lingcheng held the Three Purities Bell in his left hand and the Ghost Beating Stick in his right hand.

He swaggered into the Nether Capital Ghost City.

However, as soon as he entered the city, he saw two ghost cultivators at the fifth level of the True Immortal Realm binding several youths wearing sect robes.

Gu Li was relying on a large number of seal characters to support himself bitterly.

But how could he protect everyone by himself??

At this time, the seal characters beside him were shattering piece by piece, and he was about to run out of tricks.

He waved his hands and continuously drew seal characters, but facing the two great True Immortal ghost cultivators.

It was his limit to be able to support himself bitterly for more than ten breaths relying on the large number of seal characters.

When Gu Li saw the little Taoist swaggering in, he immediately grabbed it like a life-saving straw.

"Fellow Taoist!! Please help us!"

"We are all disciples of the Great Xia Sword Sect, please lend a helping hand!!"

At this time, Duan Chenxin and Xie Zeyu also saw the little Taoist.

In an instant, ghost cultivators in the city continued to rise into the air!!

Ten, twenty... a full thirty ghost cultivators!

There were both Profound Immortals and Heavenly Immortals.

Duan Chenxin recognized at a glance that the Three Purities Bell and the Ghost Beating Stick were not ordinary objects!!

The Nirvana Spirit Feather behind him was transformed by thunder.

Thunder-type little Taoist...

The two looked at each other, their eyes a little serious.

"This little Taoist's identity is probably not simple!"

The old man nodded slightly.

"Indeed, the Three Purities Bell and the Ghost Beating Stick are not ordinary objects... what should we do?"

Just as the two were exchanging glances, Wang Lingcheng's throat moved slightly.

"Goodness... the current appearance of the city..."

"People from the Paper Man Sect and the Illusion Ghost King City?"

"This water is probably a bit deep..."

Thinking of this, Wang Lingcheng suddenly put away the Three Purities Bell and the Ghost Beating Stick, and immediately turned around and muttered to himself.

"Oh dear, how could I forget such an important thing, I have to go home quickly."

While speaking, Wang Lingcheng turned his head and ran without looking back!!!

He was still muttering in his mouth.

"Better a dead friend than a poor Taoist, fellow Taoist, don't blame me... fellow Taoist, don't blame me..."

However, at this moment, a cold light suddenly flashed in Duan Chenxin's eyes!

"Kill him!! Never let him out of Nether Capital City!!"

That's right, in the old man's opinion, perhaps this little Taoist is not strong.

But to be able to prepare the Three Purities Bell and the Ghost Beating Stick for him...

Heaven knows how terrifying the power behind him will be?

Boom!!!

The city gate closed suddenly, and layers of eerie ghostly aura formed a barrier to imprison him.

Wang Lingcheng looked speechlessly at the closed city gate in front of him.

It was obviously not something he could smash in a short time.

He turned around slowly, his eyes looking at the old man with some impatience.

"I was about to leave, I didn't want to mind other people's business, why are you so uncooperative?"

"If you let me go, nothing will happen, how good would that be."

Boom咔咔!!!!

Ten thousand ghosts devoured the soul, Gu Li couldn't hold on any longer, and was wrapped in ten thousand ghosts.

A huge crack was torn in the space.

With a wave of his hand, the old man imprisoned all of them!

When Gu Li opened his eyes again, there was a sharp pain in his limbs.

His gaze moved, and four bone cones nailed his limbs to the altar.

Blood flowed, flowing along into the grooves of the altar.

And the altar also had a strange power, extracting his three souls and seven spirits!!

A burst of dizziness came, and he found that the others were also nailed to the altar like him.

A hunched ghost cultivator was standing beside Leng Yan's altar staring at him.

"Hehe, don't worry little guy, it will be your turn in a while."

While speaking, the old man took out a paper figure that had been扎好 for a long time.

He used Leng Yan's blood to outline her facial features, and cut off the other party's hair and pasted it on the paper figure.

"You... what are you going to do!!"

The hunchbacked old man had disheveled hair, and斜视 Gu Li with eyes like a poisonous snake.

A strange smile appeared on his face full of ravines and wrinkles.

Nether Capital Ghost City.

Wang Lingcheng licked his lips, the Three Purities Bell floated beside him, he held the Ghost Beating Stick in his left hand, and took out the red rope sword tied with lucky coins in his right hand.

"Old fellow, since you want to keep me, then don't blame me for not knowing the severity of my actions."