The yellow-robed ghost was powerful, but not so much that it could completely suppress us.
With the cooperation of Li Chunlong and myself, it was finally hit on the forehead by one of my talismans.
As the incantation was spoken,
The talisman flashed with a yellow light.
With a "boom," it exploded, and the entire body of the yellow-robed ghost was blasted away by the talisman, crashing heavily against the stone wall.
It let out a trembling low whine from its mouth.
"Not dead yet!"
I was somewhat surprised by its tenacious vitality.
It had taken a direct hit from my Sha-Breaking Talisman and hadn't dissipated, only suffering severe injuries.
This showed the formidable cultivation of this fierce ghost.
While surprised, I gave it no chance to breathe.
I stepped forward, gripped the hilt of my sword, and thrust it fiercely.
This time, the yellow-robed ghost was directly impaled into the ground.
"Waaah..."
The yellow-robed ghost let out a trembling cry of pain.
Its eyes flickered.
Finally, its body exploded with a "bang" and disappeared.
The exchange lasted only five minutes, and this seemingly ferocious yellow-robed ghost was slain by me on the spot.
Many villagers witnessed this scene.
Their faces were filled with excitement and surprise.
Elder Li exclaimed:
"Such skill, Daoist Master!"
"It's dead, it's dead, the yellow-robed ghost is killed!"
"..."
The terrified villagers suddenly became joyful.
The surrounding few were also greatly encouraged and became more valiant in their fight against the white-robed ghosts and black-eyed evil spirits.
I did not stop; I turned and looked at the surrounding white-robed specters.
Raising my peach wood sword, I began to kill.
While not one kill per sword, none of these minor specters could last more than three moves against me.
In a short while,
Working together, we annihilated all these specters.
Old Mo alone blocked the main entrance, even pushing outwards from the doorway.
With an axe in hand, he continuously swung it before the gate,
Slaying the minor specters and preventing them from daring to approach.
Seeing that the specters inside the house were cleared, I went to the entrance.
Upon seeing Old Mo fending off over ten evil spirits, I rushed forward.
I finished one with a single sword strike.
At the same time, I shouted:
"Old Mo, don't be reckless, conserve your strength."
Old Mo spat as he watched the retreating evil spirits:
"Damn it, a bunch of trash!"
With that, he retreated into the courtyard with me.
Because the ghostly mound in the distance was still emitting rolling black energy.
And fierce ghosts were still howling around the village.
I knew in my heart that there were definitely more ghosts here than just these.
If we rashly charged out, encountering a powerful fierce ghost, or getting surrounded,
It would be very troublesome.
The most important thing now was to retreat into the house to defend and wait for my martial uncle and the others to arrive.
Then, Old Mo and I began to retreat.
Li Chunlong and the others also returned to the entrance.
Guarding both sides, preventing any more ghosts from charging into the courtyard and threatening the villagers inside the house.
But who would have thought that at this moment,
A flock of crows appeared in the sky above the village.
Cawing "wa wa wa."
We instinctively looked up.
We found that these crows, dense in the midnight air, landed around the houses.
Their pairs of red eyes stared fixedly at us.
"Why so many crows!"
Li Chunlong frowned.
As I looked at these crows, a sense of foreboding filled my heart.
Before I could react, a crow suddenly swooped down.
In the middle of the alley not far from us, black light erupted.
Black mist billowed forth...
Seeing this scene, our hearts tightened. We didn't know what kind of ghost this was.
But in the next second, an old man with a sallow complexion, dressed in black demonic robes, appeared before us.
The moment this old man appeared, Old Mo and I recognized his identity.
The Netherworld Cult's Crow Daoist.
I remembered the last time we met was at the Black Demon Palace.
At that time, Qing Dai led the ghost cavalry, scaring this demonic Daoist and Miao Nanzi into fleeing on the spot.
It was a pity that I couldn't kill him.
Unexpectedly, I met this fellow again today in the Wudang Mountains.
"Crow Daoist!"
I said, looking at him.
Old Mo's expression also turned grim:
"Demonic Daoist, you are here too!"
Crow Daoist chuckled:
"Gentlemen, long time no see! I truly didn't expect to meet you here again."
As he spoke, the surrounding crows became more numerous.
Densely packed, they perched around the courtyard.
Ghostly energy surged, and continuous "wuwuwu" ghostly cries filled the air.
From multiple alleys, evil spirits and ferocious specters drifted over.
In just this short time, dozens more ghosts had gathered around us.
Among them, yellow-robed fierce ghosts reappeared.
And not just one.
Looking at this old demonic Daoist, my heart was filled with surprise and confusion.
Why was he here?
But then I thought, could the ghostly mound be related to the Netherworld Cult?
With this thought, I stood at the door and asked the Crow Daoist:
"Demonic Daoist, is that ghostly mound related to your Netherworld Cult?"
As I spoke, many people came out from the courtyard.
Standing with me, they watched the surrounding specters and the Crow Daoist who had gathered again.
Crow Daoist forced a smile and chuckled:
"Indeed, this Wudang Ghostly Mound is a property of our Netherworld Cult.
It's just that I'm surprised these ignorant villagers dug it up in advance.
There was no choice but to expose the ghostly mound.
I could only be ordered here to clean up the mess.
Killing these villagers is meaningless.
It can only lure more White Faction members to come...
The Daoist priests who came last night were too weak, so I let them go.
I intended to play the long game and catch a big fish.
But what an unexpected surprise that you, this kid, would come here.
Truly, heaven aids me.
Thousands of miles away, that female ghost is also injured. Tonight, no one can save you."