Chapter 361 Soul to Soul
"Hehe! A magic weapon made of Nine Netherworld Iron, not bad, not bad. This seat is just lacking an offensive magic weapon, and this sword is just right." A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the darkness.
A hunched figure slowly appeared, but it was an old man in a green robe, leaning on a black cane with a huge skull on the top, and two strange green fires burning in his eye sockets.
The old man was so thin that he looked like skin and bones, but his eyes were huge, emitting green light like a hungry wolf, staring at the Soul-Destroying Sword.
This person's aura was not weak, reaching the middle stage of Jindan.
The three-eyed black dove that the few people chased before was now obediently following the old man, and it seemed to be his spiritual pet.
"It seems that you deliberately used this three-eyed black dove to lead us here." Yuan Ming said slowly.
"Yes, one of my magic weapons is in need of the souls of several Jindan-stage cultivators to nourish it, so I specially invite you to come here for a visit. You can go back, but you can leave your souls behind." The green-robed old man laughed, and the green fire in the eyes of the skull on the top of the black cane was blazing.
Fang Youting's heart trembled, and he subconsciously clenched the purple steel fork.
Yuan Ming suddenly spread his five fingers, and the Soul-Destroying Sword flew out and hovered in the air above his head.
Thin sword qi shot out from the Soul-Destroying Sword, and a black sword curtain formed around the two of them in an instant.
Almost at the same time, dozens of arrow-shaped white gas shot out from the nearby void and collided with the black sword curtain.
Dense explosions sounded, and the black sword curtain rotated and cut extremely quickly, destroying all the arrow-shaped white gas.
Fang Youting only reacted at this moment, and was about to raise the purple steel fork to help, but everything was over, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.
His cultivation was higher than Yuan Ming's, but after this series of battles, Yuan Ming's strength far exceeded his expectations.
Yuan Ming pinched his fingers again, and several black sword qi separated from the sword curtain, flashing and hitting a void somewhere more than ten feet away, turning into an exploding black light.
The white light surged in that void, and the figure of the man in white appeared, his face full of pain.
Yuan Ming's eyes swept towards the ghost, and he cast the dream butterfly illusion again. The body of the man in white suddenly froze and was restrained by Yuan Ming's illusion.
Fang Youting finally kept up with Yuan Ming's rhythm at this moment, and the purple steel fork shot out more than a dozen thick lightning bolts, hitting the man in white.
The figure of the white man suddenly shook and disappeared out of thin air, and more than a dozen purple lightning bolts hit nothing.
Yuan Ming was slightly startled and looked down.
The man in white appeared beside the old man at some point.
"Good reaction, you can actually see through the ghost's invisibility. Considering that you two are quite strong, if you surrender and hand over half of your soul, I can spare your life and not refine you into ghost slaves." The green-robed old man said with a little surprise in his eyes.
"You are only in the middle stage of Jindan, why are you so shameless?" Yuan Ming smiled dumbly.
"Since you are unwilling to hand over your soul, I will have to take it myself." The green-robed old man's eyes turned cold, and the black cane in his hand suddenly stopped, and the green flames in the eyes of the skull on the top of the cane burst out.
The nearby ghosts rushed out like a tide and pounced on Yuan Ming and the others.
The body of the man in white merged into the void again, and the red-skirted female ghost also flew out from the darkness and pounced on them.
"Keep rushing up, protect yourself!" Yuan Ming's eyes slightly focused and sent a message to Fang Youting, and the black light of the Soul-Destroying Sword shone, covering his body, and rushed into the countless ghosts above.
The Soul-Destroying Sword has the ability to slash the soul. When the ghost in front touches the Soul-Destroying Sword Qi, it will either be torn apart or annihilated directly, and it cannot be stopped at all.
Fang Youting hurriedly followed, and the purple steel fork shot out purple lightning, forming a layer of lightning shield around him, making it difficult for ghosts to get close. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the top of the underground cave.
Fang Youting was overjoyed and drilled into the crack on the top of the cave, but suddenly a sneer sounded in his ears.
Then, his vision suddenly shattered, and the whole person stood on the ground of the cave, and did not fly to the top of the cave at all.
The green-robed old man was standing not far away, but Yuan Ming was nowhere to be seen.
"Illusion!" Fang Youting's face changed color.
In the air above, countless ghosts were madly rushing towards one place, obviously chasing Yuan Ming.
"The kid above dared to offend me, I'm going to make him suffer the pain of being devoured by thousands of ghosts. As for you, do you want to hand over your soul yourself, or let me extract your soul?" The green-robed old man looked at Fang Youting and said expressionlessly.
Fang Youting's face turned pale, and his figure suddenly turned into a purple light, and flew towards the crack of the cave above again.
"Stupid." The green-robed old man shook his head, and a black shadow shot out from his brow. It turned out to be a smaller three-eyed black pigeon, flapping its wings to chase Fang Youting.
"The soul has transformed! You are a soul cultivator!" Fang Youting shouted in horror.
The three-eyed soul pigeon was very fast, and it was faster than Fang Youting's escape speed. It caught up in an instant and pecked at the other party with its sharp beak.
Fang Youting was not a pushover either. His magic power poured into the purple steel fork, and the tip of the fork shot out three thick purple thunders, hitting the three-eyed soul pigeon.
However, the body of the three-eyed soul dove behind it suddenly disintegrated and turned into mist, with only the head remaining in its original state.
Three purple lightnings hit the soul dove's misty body and pierced through it with a "swish".
The black mist that the soul dove turned into was evaporated by a small part, which had little impact overall. The eyes between the dove's eyebrows widened, and a thin blood light shot out and went straight to Fang Youting.
The speed of the blood light was amazing, and Fang Youting had no time to dodge it. He was hit in the chest by the blood light and sank into it.
Fang Youting's face was filled with horror, and the next moment his eyes were filled with blood. His expression became dull, and his figure stopped in midair without moving.
The three-eyed soul dove let out a proud cry and flapped its wings to fly towards Fang Youting's head.
At this moment, a black sword shadow shot from above. It was the Soul-Destroying Sword, piercing the body of the three-eyed soul dove.
Yuan Ming fell right after the Soul-Destroying Sword, but the ghost above did not chase him and continued to rush towards a certain place on the top of the cave, as if Yuan Ming was there.
The green-robed old man was surprised, and then he regained his composure and made a virtual gesture.
The three-eyed soul dove ignored the Soul-Destroying Sword and turned its head towards Yuan Ming. A blood light shot out from its eye between its eyebrows again, faster than before.
Yuan Ming was unable to dodge and was hit by the blood light. A trace of blood light also flashed in his eyes, but it immediately faded away.
The Soul-Destroying Sword was not affected at all and pierced into the soul dove's body.
Several sharp sword auras burst out from the Soul-Destroying Sword and twisted violently.
The body of the three-eyed soul dove completely collapsed, turning into a disintegrating black mist, which was completely absorbed by the Soul-Destroying Sword.
A scream came from the side, and a bloody hole broke out in Fang Youting's chest not far away. The three-eyed black dove of the green-robed old man lurked over at some point and killed Fang Youting with one claw.
The three-eyed black dove grabbed Fang Youting's body and flew deep into the cave.
Yuan Ming's eyes flickered, but he did not chase after the three-eyed black dove.
He had protected Fang Youting several times, which was considered to be his utmost kindness. This person was not strong enough, and it was his fate to fall here.
"You can use such a large-scale illusion to affect thousands of ghosts in the cave, and you are not affected by the soul-stealing blood light. It seems that my guess is right. You are also a soul cultivator." The green-robed old man looked at Yuan Ming with an ugly smile on his face.
"Since we are all soul cultivators, we are suffering from the same pain in the Black Wind Desert. Why don't we stop here?" Yuan Ming said.
"Stop? You are a kid who just entered the realm of love witch, and you are qualified to negotiate with me?" The green-robed old man sneered and pointed the black cane in his hand.
Countless green lights like filaments shot out from the cane and rushed straight to Yuan Ming, without any sound of breaking through the air.
Yuan Ming did not dare to be careless, and raised the Golden Sun Ruler, which turned into nearly a hundred ruler shadows and collided with the green silk.
However, when the two touched, the ruler shadows in the sky immediately disappeared, leaving only the Golden Sun Ruler suspended in the air, wrapped in green silk, and the spiritual light on the surface dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, Yuan Ming activated the Soul-Destroying Sword, and dozens of sword qi shot out and slashed on the green light silk.
These green silks contain soul power, and the Soul-Destroying Sword should be able to work.
Sure enough, the green silk was cut off by the Soul-Destroying Sword Qi, and the Golden Sun Ruler escaped.
"Do you really want to fight me to the death? There is no old grudge between you and me. I have this Soul-Destroying Sword in my hand. Your soul cultivation skills will probably be restrained by me. If you continue to fight, you may not be able to gain much advantage." Yuan Ming said in a deep voice.
"Young man, I have been in the world of immortal cultivation for hundreds of years. Don't use these tricks that are not presentable to the public! Although your magic weapon is good, it requires a lot of soul power to activate it. In addition, you need to continue to perform illusions to affect the ghosts in the cave. With your soul power that has just entered the love witch, how long can you last?" The green-robed old man sneered and pointed the black cane at the void again.
Countless green light threads whistled out again and hit Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming's face suddenly darkened, as if the green-robed old man had hit the mark, but he sneered in his heart.
Since he sacrificed the golden restriction on the outer layer of the Stealing Heaven Cauldron, he has been able to freely call on the will power heat flow in the Stealing Heaven Cauldron, and his soul power can be replenished at any time. If he wants to fight a soul power consumption war, he is not afraid at all.
While thinking, Yuan Ming waved his hand to activate the Soul-Destroying Sword, and a stream of sword energy shot out to cut off all the green light threads, and cast a spell to drive the nearby white bone knife.
The knife shot towards the green-robed old man, and the blade burst into dazzling white light, condensing into a giant knife light that was more than ten feet long, with a thick white cold flame wrapped around it, which looked unstoppable.
Yuan Ming waved his fingers together, and the huge knife light moved with it, slashing at the old man's head!
"This bone knife is not bad, and my luck is really good today." The green-robed old man laughed, and the black cane shot out of his hand and turned into a black dragon.
Thick black mist rose around the dragon, and the two dragon claws pressed upwards and collided with the white bone knife.
With a loud "clang", the white bone knife was held in the air and could not fall.
The green-robed old man pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the black dragon opened its mouth wide, spewing out a dark green flame that wrapped around the white bone knife.
This emerald green flame also contained the power of the soul. When it touched the white bone knife, it penetrated into it quickly.
The spiritual light of the white bone knife suddenly became unstable, shaking like a drunk.
Yuan Ming tried his best to recall the bone knife, and finally pulled it back before it completely failed, and waved his left hand.
The Golden Sun Ruler shot out from his left sleeve and attacked the green-robed old man from the other side, not worrying at all whether the magic weapon would be taken away.
The green-robed old man frowned slightly and controlled the black dragon to fight.
Time passed little by little, and soon the two of them went back and forth for no less than a quarter of an hour. Yuan Ming was still full of energy and showed no signs of exhausting his soul power.