Chapter 967 Forge the Sword Soul, Guizun

"This... what is this?!"

The Ghost King was startled, completely lost his composure, and stared at the Hundred Ghosts Night Walker with a frightened expression on his face.

The whole body of the sword is pitch black and slightly wider, with a ferocious skull at the end of the hilt, with a ghostly aura lingering on it, and fresh blood seems to flow from the groove.

On that smooth sword body, engraved with four strange characters: Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night.

"What is this? Hehe, this is your home that will never be reborn. From now on, you will live here until the end of time and the destruction of the universe. Jie Jie, are you happy?"

Yang Qingxuan let out a smirk, and Bai Gui Ye Xing stabbed in the air.

The gloomy aura emanating from there, as well as the ferocious sounds of the hundred ghosts, seemed not to be under the King of Ghosts.

Even Yang Qingxuan himself, after taking out the sword, had a ghostly look on his face, and his whole body was surrounded by ghostly fire, which was very strange.

And the ghost king looked immature and dull, like a frightened child, but more like a human being.

"Chick! Chick!"

Baigui Yexing cut out several green lights in the air, and every time the sword was struck, the sound of ghosts echoed in the air, and a large number of ripples appeared inexplicably around the sword body, like whirlpools.

For some reason, the Ghost King's heart can't stop beating wildly. He is familiar with everything on this sword, but for some reason, he feels an indescribable fear.

He retreated desperately, and every time Yang Qingxuan stabbed with his sword, his heart suffocated.

At the same time, the wild ghosts all over the sky let out miserable screams, as if they were very afraid. But those wild ghosts were all like mosquitoes, densely gathered in the sky above Yang Qingxuan's head, turning into a huge vortex.

Even the gloomy light emanating from the ground lost its original direction and gathered towards the ghost sword.

Yang Qingxuan also noticed this phenomenon, and couldn't help being taken aback, the sword in his hand slowed down.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his arm couldn't help shaking. The skeleton on the hilt of the sword turned into flesh and blood at some point, forming a terrifying grimace, sinister and ferocious.

Those hollow and deep eyes are even more like a nose, which makes people feel terrified.

Yang Qingxuan was terrified, he didn't dare to hold the sword again, he thrust it into the ground, and then let go.

Under the trance of the cold light on the sword, a huge ghost image appeared, like the soul of the sword, reaching Baizhang.

All the ghosts in the air screamed terribly, wanting to flee in all directions.

But the ghost's face was stern, and he made a tactic with his hands in front of him, and he opened his mouth directly, absorbing all directions.

All of a sudden, the sky was full of ghostly energy, turning into a huge vortex, and all the innocent souls screamed and were sucked into the mouth by the ghost.

The endless cold light and ghostly energy overflowing from the ground all converged towards the ghost, completely enveloping him, making his real body unreal.

But among those cold lights, there were endless souls, all of them screaming and being sucked into the ghost's body.

Yang Qingxuan was startled, and took a few steps back, a little at a loss.

The Ghost King was even more terrified, and wailed in extreme pain, "Ghost...Ghost Venerable...this is Lord Ghost Venerable!"

The ghost king's body twisted and deformed continuously, and finally turned into a soul-like light, flew into the light of the ghost, was swallowed and absorbed by it, and completely ceased to exist.

"Ghost Master?" Yang Qingxuan opened his mouth wide, looking at the huge ghost figure, not knowing what to do.

Now this Ghost Venerable has become the center of the entire hell, and all the unjust souls flying out of the earth are greedily devoured by him, and none of them can escape.

Shi Yuyan tremblingly said: "Yang Qingxuan, what's going on?"

Yang Qingxuan shook his head and said, "I don't know either. This thing seems to be able to absorb wronged souls. It seems to be called Guizun. Has any of you heard of this name?"

"Ghost Venerable?"

Everyone was at a loss.

Shi Yuyan stared at the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking on the ground, and said in surprise: "This thing came out of your sword?"

Yang Qingxuan nodded.

Shi Yuyan said: "Then do you have a way to take him back?"

Yang Qingxuan frowned, looked up at the Ghost Venerable, and said, "I don't know, but now this Ghost Venerable is absorbing grievances. If I take them back, wouldn't the vengeful souls in the hell realm run into the Black Sea?"

Shi Yuyan said: "I know, but what I want to ask is, after he is completely absorbed, can you still control him?"

Yang Qingxuan was startled, but also terrified.

This Hundred Ghosts Nightwalker has always given him an extremely uncomfortable feeling since its birth. Now this Ghost Venerable is an existence that even the Ghost King is afraid of.

If he couldn't control it, wouldn't he have created a stronger enemy?

He was in a dilemma.

It's not right to interrupt the Ghost Venerable at this moment, and it doesn't seem right not to interrupt.

Shi Yuyan said: "Just wait for the change. After all, this thing comes out of the sword, and the sword is controlled by your martial spirit, so it shouldn't cause any serious problems. If you interrupt him at this moment, it will really be a big problem." There is a problem, and the entire Black Sea will be implicated."

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said, "What you said is very true."

At the moment, he just sat cross-legged in front of the sword, making a formula with both hands, and adjusting his breath.

Those surviving warriors were all dumbfounded, they didn't know what to do, whether to stay or not to stay.

The teleportation center is in this area, and if you go, you can't leave the hell, so you can only wait for the final result.

Everyone looked at each other, exchanged opinions, and all stayed.

At this moment, from time to time, warriors came running from a distance, and they were all shocked when they saw the scene in front of them. After understanding it a little, they all sat down quietly in the distance.

Under the power of Tiandan, Yang Qingxuan felt that his cultivation had improved a lot, and he had directly reached the peak of Xiao Tianwei in the later stage. Even if he wanted to, he could use his skills to directly try to break through now.

But from the early stage to the middle stage, and then to the late stage, it is only a few days. Such continuous breakthroughs are afraid of affecting the foundation, so it is better to be more cautious.

Immediately, he suppressed the opportunity for breakthrough and began to stabilize the realm.

And kept recalling the martial arts that appeared in his mind during this period of time, corroborating them one by one with what he had learned before, and integrated them well.

There is no sunrise and sunset in hell, it has always been a gloomy and dark world, and I don't know how long it has passed, the light on the ghost statue is so strong that it is difficult to open your eyes, it is like a huge ball of light that reaches hundreds of feet, without spiritual eyes With supernatural powers, it is impossible to see the figure of the ghost in it clearly.

Yang Qingxuan's heart suddenly moved, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and a golden light flashed in them.

In front of him is the Hundred Ghosts Nightwalker, with a gloomy light flowing on the sword, constantly exuding a threatening cold air, and it is still more than ten feet away, and the sword's edge is still extraordinary.

"This sword...it's obviously just the soul of the sword...how can it have a real feeling? It's as if a real sword is stuck in the ground in front of it!"

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, and looked at the sword body in horror.

Then he raised his head suddenly, his golden eyes pierced through the dim light, he couldn't help but gasped, "Hey!——"