Chapter 467: Suppress Feng Xiang, Ancestor, Save Me!!!

Tantai Junheng stood in mid-air, looking at the resurrected corpses of Mo Ling and the others that had disappeared on the ground. He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. He looked up to the other side and saw a huge golden shadow moving with the force of thunder. Suppress the ghost image transformed by Feng Xiang.

"Is this the phantom of the saint? No, the phantom of the saint only temporarily borrows the power of the saint, but this golden shadow seems to have true self-awareness, and this power..."

Tantai Junheng frowned slightly. He could feel the terrifying saint power contained in this power. Even he felt a little palpitated when facing this power.

"Is this the manifestation of the saint's soul? It seems that it is not difficult for Bai Ye to suppress this ghost."

Tantai Junheng took out a rusty sword scabbard from the jade pendant, put the complete sword in his hand into the scabbard, hung it on his left waist, and then flew to Duanmu Qingcang, Zeng Xiangteng, and Zhong Qi. around.

The three of them saw that Tantai Junheng had eliminated fourteen resurrected corpses with literary giant cultivation without any harm, and they admired Tantai Junheng's strength even more.

"Mr. Tantai, I have something unclear. I hope you can answer Zhong Qi." Zhong Qi handed over to Tantai Junheng, with a hint of humility in his tone.

"Speak." Tantai Junheng said calmly.

"Sir, as I said before, resurrected corpses are evolved from creatures that died in ghosts and were corroded by ghost energy. Fourteen of your friends were great Confucian practitioners during their lifetimes. They were all blessed by Tianguan's talents. I have just broken through to the realm of literary giants. According to my understanding, Tianguan talent will return to Tianguan after the death of a literary person. But the fourteen friends you face are all in the realm of literary giants. Why is this? "

Tantai Junheng's eyes flashed slightly, and he seemed to understand Zhong Qi's doubts. He explained: "What you said is true. Strictly speaking, Tianguan talent will return to Tianguan after the monk dies, but this is a ghost place. Guan Cai Qi will be eroded by the ghost energy and cannot return to Tian Guan. Instead, it will stay in the body of the dead monk. Until just now, Cai Qi has officially returned to Tian Guan.

"Of course, this is just a special phenomenon among ghosts. In other realms of Chaos, after the death of a monk, the Tianguan talent in the body will indeed return to Tianguan and will not remain in the corpse."

Hearing this, Zhong Qi nodded and said, "That's it. Thank you sir for clarifying my doubts."

"Orders must be carried out and prohibitions must be stopped. The shape of fire is strict, so people will burn brightly; the shape of water is cowardly, so many people will drown."

On the battlefield, Bai Ye could only hear the slow whisper in Bai Ye's mouth, and the soul of Han Sheng behind him seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance, and began to condense a pair of palms, one was a huge flame palm, and the other was a huge water wave palm.

The flame palm and the water wave palm collided with each other in the air, erupting into terrifying energy fluctuations. Wherever the flame palm touched, the void was burned and distorted, while wherever the water wave palm touched, the void seemed to be frozen into ice, producing countless tiny ice crystals.

Two pairs of palms struck at the ghost figure at the same time, and the flames and water waves merged in the air, creating a strong energy conflict.

The ghost let out a shrill howl. It seemed to feel threatened by this force and began to struggle crazily. But no matter how hard it struggled, it could not escape the suppression of those two palms.

The flame palm and the water wave palm hit the ghost figure at the same time, and the terrifying saint's power exploded instantly. The ghost shadow was directly torn into pieces by this force. Just when it was about to completely swallow Feng Xiang himself, Bai Ye forcibly dispersed the power of the saint and saved Feng Xiang's life.

As the ghost shadow dissipated, the golden shadow in the sky slowly disappeared. Bai Ye's face was equally pale, and it was obvious that the blow just now consumed him greatly.

"Bai Ye, are you okay?" Duanmu Qingcang flew forward, supported Bai Ye who almost fell, and asked with concern.

Bai Ye shook his head and said, "I'm fine. I just spent 99% of my talent. I just need to rest for a while."

The reason why he was so weak was because he finally stopped and was counterattacked by the power of Han Sheng's soul. "Don't worry about this for now. You take me down. I want to take out Feng Xiang's soul. As long as I absorb it, I will You can communicate with Rongrong.”

"good."

Duanmu Qingcang nodded, and then he supported Bai Ye and flew down together. At this moment, Feng Xiang had been severely injured, his entire figure was looming, and his breath became extremely weak, as if he would disappear between heaven and earth at any time.

"Qingcang, please help me take a look and see where Feng Xiang's ghost is in his body. The ghost is extremely special. Its shape is somewhat similar to that of a chicken among our poultry." Bai Ye said.

"good."

Duanmu Qingcang used the Eyes of the Saint and saw a golden light shooting out of his eyes and falling directly on Feng Xiang. Golden light traveled around Feng Xiang's body, as if looking for something.

Not long after, Duanmu Qingcang withdrew the golden light, with a strange light shining in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I found it, Feng Xiang's ghost is hidden in his left leg, but...his ghost It seems to be sealed by a mysterious force."

"Mysterious power?"

Bai Ye frowned slightly. He walked to Feng Xiang's side and put his hand on his left leg. A cold feeling came through his palm.

At this moment, Feng Xiang, who was originally unconscious, suddenly opened his blood-red eyes, and then roared at the sky: "Ancestor, save me."

These four words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and then he fainted again. But as soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xiang's body began to tremble violently. His legs kicked off the ground violently, and he actually sat down. stand up.

Bai Ye and Duanmu Qingcang were shocked when they saw this, and secretly thought it was not good. He immediately mobilized the talent in his body and prepared to suppress Feng Xiang. However, at this moment, a terrifying breath suddenly rushed up from Feng Xiang's body and directly broke through the sky above.

"What is this breath?"

The faces of Duanmu Qingcang, Zeng Xiangteng, and Zhong Chang changed drastically. The moment they felt this breath, they felt a strong sense of oppression in their hearts, as if a terrifying existence was watching them.

This breath was too powerful, and the pressure it brought to them far exceeded that of Feng Xiang. Only a strong man at the level of Ghost Ancestor could have such a sense of oppression.

"It's the Ghost Ancestor of the Ghost Cave!"

Tan Tai Junheng's face also became solemn, and he saw Feng Xiang slowly floating in the air. When he opened his eyes again, his originally blood-red pupils turned milky white, and it seemed that there was endless violence and killing hidden in them.

"You have hurt my descendants and even wanted to take their souls. How can I tolerate you!"

As this cold and majestic voice fell, countless dark ghost energy suddenly emerged around Feng Xiang's body. These ghost energy condensed like substance and turned into hideous ghost hands. These ghost hands directly penetrated the sky, as if they were going to tear the whole world apart.