diskusbooks Chapter 633 Becoming a Hero of the Ghost Clan
Chapter 633 Becoming a Hero of the Ghost Clan
Lin Feng, carrying the Demon Spirit Blood-Drinking Sword, entered a large gathering place of ghosts.
At first, no ghost dared to stop him.
Most ghosts would instinctively fear the Demonic Blood-Drinking Sword in his hand.
As Lin Feng walked deeper into the gathering place of ghosts, a voice called out to him.
"Human, this is not a place for you!"
You'd better leave quickly.
The ghostly gathering place was filled with swirling, eerie energy, and a dozen or so black ghosts appeared and disappeared.
Lin Feng completely ignored him.
He unleashed the Soul-Binding Lock and the Blood Soul Mace, attacking the two black ghosts.
He brandished the Demon Spirit Blood-Drinking Sword and charged towards another black ghost.
They killed these ghosts by surprise.
The surrounding ghosts were terrified and scattered in all directions, and a chilling wind swept through the entire valley.
Lin Feng quickly captured three Black Ghosts.
At this moment, the silver ghost hiding deep in the valley realized that this battle was inevitable.
Whether they were black ghosts or low-level ghosts, they all attacked Lin Feng like madmen.
With a buzzing sound, Lin Feng indiscriminately unleashed mental shocks in all directions, stunning the ghosts attacking him, and then reaping them with the Demon Spirit Blood-Drinking Sword.
The flaming blade, several meters long, can kill a dozen or even dozens of ordinary ghosts with each swing.
Lin Feng then created another layer of mental barrier on the surface of his body.
Even if the ghost could break through his mental attack, it would be blocked by the mental barrier.
Killing the low-level ghosts was just a side effect; Lin Feng's real target was the dozen or so black ghosts.
Before long, Lin Feng had killed nine black ghosts.
Lin Feng's mental energy had already been exhausted; what he was expending now was his breakthrough point.
Slaying demons will give you a breakthrough point; there's no need to be stingy.
After he killed the tenth Black Ghost.
All the ghosts suddenly retreated into the depths of the canyon.
Soon Lin Feng heard the sound of hurried footsteps.
Before long, one after another, cold corpses appeared before his eyes.
These cold corpses included men and women, the elderly and children, numbering in the tens of thousands.
Lin Feng inquired about Zuo Han through the mental imprint.
"Where did they get so many bodies?"
Zuo Han said, "They were all hunted and killed by them in the vicinity."
Large ghost gathering places occasionally hunt humans and collect their corpses.
It's equivalent to a strategic reserve.
For thousands of years, ghosts may seem to have done no evil, but in reality they have harmed many people in secret.
Ordinary martial artists would probably have to retreat when they encountered these cold corpses, but Lin Feng is different.
The Demon Spirit Blood-Drinking Sword in his hand slashed at the invulnerable cold corpses as easily as cutting tofu.
Lin Feng swept his sword horizontally, slicing a large number of cold corpses in half, while flames still ignited on his body.
The ghostly spirits within the body of the cold corpse were also killed.
In less than fifteen minutes, the surrounding area turned into a sea of fire.
The cold corpses and black ghosts were all wiped out.
Lin Feng took a few steps forward and saw a silver ghost sitting in a chair.
The silver ghost calmly replied, "You are strong, and your demonic sword is even stronger, but you still cannot defeat me."
Lin Feng said, "I've almost killed all your men, what can you do to me?"
A faint smile appeared on the silver ghost's face.
"I only need to spread the news that you possess the Demon Sword, and our Ghost Clan won't have to lift a finger."
A skilled human will then kill you and steal your demonic sword.
Lin Feng tightened his grip on his sword. This Silver Ghost actually has a brain.
Lin Feng smiled slightly as well, "I am a master among humans. With the Demon Sword in hand, why would I be afraid of others?"
The silver ghost extended a finger and shook it.
"No, no, no, you are far from being a master."
Any Grandmaster of the Human Race could defeat you.
The founders of the seven major sects, and the sect leader of the Sword Sect, could easily crush you.
You're just a slightly bigger ant.
"If it weren't for your demonic sword, you wouldn't even be worthy to stand before me."
This guy knows humans very well; he's not easy to fool.
"What's the point of saying so much? If you've got the guts, come up here!"
You still can't beat me.
At this moment, Zuo Han appeared, pretending to be Lin Feng's enemy. Standing behind Lin Feng, he said, "He is no match for you, but what about me? You have killed so many of my men, today is your death day."
Zuo Han's acting was quite convincing. If it weren't for the mental imprint, Lin Feng would have worried that he had betrayed him.
"Hahaha," the silver ghost sitting in the chair laughed and said, "Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. You've killed so many ghosts."
It's time for you to pay the price.
Lin Feng retorted, "What do you mean by doing many unjust things?"
You've killed so many humans, shouldn't you pay the price?
The silver ghost shook its head and said, "We do not kill the Killer Clan."
We simply transformed them into a pure and noble race of ghosts.
Your slaughter of the ghost race is the true act of injustice.
Lin Feng said, "There's no point in saying more; let's just take action."
Silver Ghost stood up from the chair and circled around Lin Feng with Zuo Han.
The two of them used their mental power to sandwich Lin Feng between them.
Lin Feng also unleashed his mental power.
Whether it's Zuo Han or the other silver ghost, their mental strength is stronger than Lin Feng's.
Zuo Han and the silver ghost communicated with each other using their mental powers and agreed to attack Lin Feng together.
Buzz, buzz.
Two mental shocks emanated from Zuo Han and the silver ghost.
The silver ghost struck Lin Feng.
But Zuo Han aimed his attack at the silver ghost.
Lin Feng also unleashed a mental attack, targeting the silver ghost.
He also threw out the Soul-Binding Rope and the Blood Soul Mace.
buzzing.
Lin Feng blocked the mental attack from the silver ghost.
The silver ghost blocked Lin Feng's mental attack, but failed to block Zuo Han's mental attack, causing a brief pause in its movements.
Zuo Han expanded his mental domain to envelop the silver ghost, preventing it from escaping using the Silver Light Escape Technique.
The Soul-Binding Rope bound the silver ghost, and the Blood Soul Mace struck it down.
Bang! The silver ghost's head exploded, then quickly recovered.
Lin Feng rushed over and stabbed the silver ghost with his sword.
"Aaaaah!" the silver ghost screamed in agony.
He glared at Zuo Han and roared, "You traitor!"
You are a disgrace to the ghost race; you will be rejected by your kind!
Zuo Han also rushed towards the silver ghost, a silver lightsaber appearing in his hand.
With a thud, he stabbed the silver ghost with his sword.
Zuo Han said, "I will become a hero of the Ghost Clan."
You have been honored to become my nourishment, saving our people from the brink of annihilation.
The silver ghost was quickly absorbed by Lin Feng and Zuo Han, turning into a ball of silver light and disappearing.
After the battle ended, Zuo Han used his command ability to gather the low-level ghosts around him.
Low-level ghosts are confused and ignorant, and can only passively follow commands, making them very easy to control.
Lin Feng sensed his own spiritual power, and his eyes immediately lit up.