Chapter 463: Han Sheng's Soul Appears, and Tan Tai Jun Heng Struggles
The white night floated quietly in front of the golden figure. His whole body was shrouded in bright golden light, like an immortal surrounded by divine light, revealing an inviolable majesty. His pupils also turned golden, and they looked somewhat similar to Duanmu Qingcang. There was boundless divine light in them, as if he could see through all illusions and reach the essence of all things.
And the huge golden figure behind him gave people an indescribable sense of oppression. The figure was like a majestic mountain, standing there quietly. Although there was no movement, the invisible force seemed to tear the entire world apart. The figure's brows and eyes were full of majesty, as if its slightest movement could cause a disaster that would cause the earth to collapse.
Bai Ye was suspended there quietly, his whole body was shining with golden light, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and the huge figure behind him was full of majesty. Opposite of it was the ghostly figure transformed by Feng Xiang. The huge ghost loomed in the night, like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, eerie and terrifying. Its figure is twisted and its face is ferocious, showing evil and violence everywhere.
However, in front of this golden giant shadow, the huge ghost shadow was as fragile as a child. Under the golden light, the shadow of the ghost trembled, as if in fear and struggling.
It stared at Bai Ye fiercely and roared: "What kind of power is this?!"
Bai Ye didn't answer, he just floated there quietly, his whole body shining with golden light, as if he was resonating with the heaven and earth. The majestic aura of the huge figure behind him became even stronger, as if it was about to crush the entire world.
"My dear, you even have the laws of heaven and earth?"
Ci Song, who was hiding in the dark, looked at the giant golden shadow summoned by Bai Ye and sighed in his heart. When Ci Song was in Han Sheng Academy, he had an encounter with Han Sheng's shadow. Breath, identify its identity, it is the appearance of Han Sheng's soul.
Ning Ping'an, standing next to Ci Song, sighed: "I really didn't expect that in just two years, Bai Ye would be able to control the soul of the saint so skillfully. It seems that I still underestimated his talent."
The huge ghost transformed by Feng Xiang looked even more ferocious and terrifying in front of the soul of Han Sheng summoned by Bai Ye. It roared crazily, and the ghost energy on its body surged crazily, as if it wanted to swallow the entire world.
"Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour Souls!"
The ghost opened its bloody mouth, and along with a blood-curdling scream, a line of Dawson's cold green ghost energy spurted out from the ghost's mouth, flying in the air like ten thousand poisonous snakes. In an instant, these ghostly auras condensed into tens of thousands of green ghosts, with ferocious faces, swarming towards the white night.
Without changing his expression, Bai Ye gently waved the long sword in his hand. The soul of Han Sheng behind him followed Bai Ye and made the same movement. I saw the huge golden figure behind him slowly raising the golden sword in his hand. He waved the sword tip lightly, as if breaking the shackles of time, and a bright golden light instantly cut across the sky, like a shooting star, towards the number. Thousands of green ghosts were chopped away.
Golden light and ghost energy collided in the air, making a deafening roar. The golden light was like a sharp blade, instantly cutting through the formation of ghosts. Wherever it passed, the green ghosts seemed to be burned by the blazing sun, and dispersed one after another, turning into streaks of blue smoke and dissipating in the night sky.
In just one breath, those tens of thousands of ghosts were completely swallowed up by the golden light, leaving not even a trace behind, as if they had never existed.
When Feng Xiang saw this, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. It didn't expect that the ghost it had spent a lot of ghost energy to condense would turn into nothing with a wave of the opponent's hand.
He was completely panicked this time. The young man in front of him actually had so many weird methods. Even one of his signature methods, Ten Thousand Ghosts and Soul Eaters, was unable to do anything to the opponent.
You know, he spent countless efforts and absorbed the souls of thousands of ghost monks to successfully cultivate this Ten Thousand Ghost Soul Eater. He is confident that its power is enough to make other ghost kings fearful. However, in front of the other party, he was as vulnerable as a child's play. How could he accept this?
Feng Xiang was filled with shock and anger. He wanted to summon fourteen resurrected corpses, but they were restrained by Tantai Junheng and could not escape. At this moment, Feng Xiang also understood that he had no way out. He must try his best to have a chance of survival.
Thinking of this, he no longer held back, the remaining ghost energy in his body surged crazily, and his body shape began to change. I saw his figure gradually distorting, turning into a twisted ghost, and the aura on his body became more and more cold and terrifying.
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On the other side, Tantai Junheng still couldn't take action when faced with the resurrected corpses of fourteen of his close friends. His heart was full of struggle and pain. Although these resurrected corpses were no longer his former close friends, their The face and aura still prevented him from taking action.
He was seen holding a broken sword and retreating steadily under the siege of eleven people. Although he did not suffer any damage on his body, he was exhausted inside. He knew that continuing like this was not the answer, and he had to come up with a solution as soon as possible, otherwise he would only become more and more passive.
"Mr. Tantai, Confucius said: 'The deceased is like a man who does not give up day and night.' The deceased has passed away, but the living is like this. Mr. Tantai, don't be confused!"
At this moment, a melodious voice sounded in Tantai Junheng's ears. Although he could not determine the source of the voice at first, he could recognize the owner of the voice, Ci Song.
"Mr. Tantai, the fourteen people in front of you are no longer you.
The former best friend is now a resurrected corpse controlled by Feng Xiang.
They have lost their consciousness before they died, and only the desire to kill controlled by Feng Xiang remains. If you continue to hesitate, it will make them feel pain. What you should do is to end their pain and let them be free, instead of letting them continue to sink into darkness. "
Ci Song, who was watching the battle below, sent a message to Tan Tai Jun Heng again. He could understand Tan Tai Jun Heng's pain. Although he could not empathize with him, he could also feel his struggle and suffering at the moment.
It was just that in Ci Song's view, people always had to look forward. If they were always immersed in the painful memories of the past and could not extricate themselves, that was the real pain. And some people, after suffering a great blow, indulged in it and could not let it go, and never recovered from it, wasting their lives.
On the contrary, Tan Tai Jun Heng became the guardian of Tianguan, fighting against the alien race, and chose to "atone for his sins" with his own actions. From this point of view, it can be seen that Tan Tai Jun Heng was not completely immersed in the sadness of the death of his best friend.
He just needed an opportunity to personally untie the knot in his heart, and today he encountered it.
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