Chapter 206: The Ghost Blade Sect Escapes

"Go to hell." The staff in Master Wufa flew out of his hand and blasted towards Master Yingdao.

Master Yingdao endured the pain and dodged Master Wufa's attack, but his speed was indeed much slower than before.

Master Yingdao was ruthless, and a long black banner flew out of Master Yingdao's storage bracelet.

"You are looking for death. You haven't refined this Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Controlling Banner yet, so you can't exert its power at all." Master Wufa said coldly.

As he said that, he urged the staff to attack Master Yingdao again.

"Who said I can't urge it? You forced me to do it. If that's the case, don't think you can have an easy time." Master Yingdao showed a fierce look on his face.

Then he slapped his chest, and he had stopped vomiting blood. Under this punch, he directly spit out a large mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Controlling Banner.

As the blood of Shadow Knife fell on the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Controlling Banner, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Controlling Banner suddenly burst out with amazing momentum. The black banner grew in the wind and became dozens of feet in size. Thousands of evil spirits rushed out directly.

With the blessing of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Controlling Banner, and the fact that these evil spirits have absorbed Yin Qi in the Yin Sha Corpse Refining Formation during this period, they are several times stronger than in Guo Wenyue's hands.

Master Wu Fa's Zen stick bombarded these evil spirits, but only killed a hundred of them.

The remaining evil spirits directly entangled the Zen stick, making Master Wu Fa unable to retract the Zen stick for a while.

Then Shadow Knife cast a spell on the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Controlling Banner, and a dark ghost hand rushed out from the long banner and grabbed Master Wu Fa not far away.

"Amitabha." Master Wu Fa chanted the Buddha's name, and then slapped out with a palm, "Demon Subduing Palm."

The golden Buddha's palm and the ghost hand met, like ice and fire, restraining each other, and the Buddha's light and ghost energy continued to melt.

Neither Master Wufa nor Shadow Blade stopped, and continued to increase the input of spiritual power.

But Shadow Blade was previously calculated by Master Wufa, and the injury was too severe. Under this competition, he soon became exhausted.

The dark ghost hand was forced back little by little by the Buddha's palm, and slowly forced into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Controlling Banner, and then the Buddha's palm fell.

The Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Controlling Banner and Shadow Blade were all slapped out and fell to the ground.

Shadow Blade's body was covered in blood and flesh, and his body was even more breathless.

Without the control of Shadow Blade, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Controlling Banner quickly shrank and turned into an ordinary long banner and fell to the ground, and those evil ghosts were also collected in the banner.

Master Wufa stretched out his hand and took the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Controlling Banner into his hand, and then looked at the dying Shadow Blade, "Hmph, I will send you off."

After speaking, he pointed out again, and a golden light rushed out from between his fingers, directly piercing through Shadow Blade, who had no power to resist.

On the other side, in the battle between the Ghost Blade Sect and Qingxin Temple, the Ghost Blade Sect had the upper hand.

After all, the Ghost Blade Sect was also a demon sect, and the Yin Qi did not have much impact on them, only the corpse poison was a bit troublesome.

As for Qingxin Temple, although the Buddhist sect could restrain the Yin Qi and corpse poison, the concentration of Yin Qi and corpse poison would also be restrained.

This place was close to the center of the formation, and the concentration of Yin Qi and corpse poison was too high, which caused their strength to be suppressed a lot.

The battle with the Ghost Blade Sect was actually at a disadvantage, and many monks of Qingxin Temple had died at the hands of the Ghost Blade Sect.

If there was no external influence, the battle between the two sides would end with the defeat of Qingxin Temple.

But now, the Shadow Blade Master died tragically, and Master Wufa was free, which doomed the Ghost Blade Sect to lose this battle.

Sure enough, after Master Wufa killed two early Jindan monks of the Ghost Blade Sect in succession, the Ghost Blade Sect's Jindan combat power was seriously insufficient and fell into a disadvantage in all aspects.

The most powerful late Jindan cultivator shouted to everyone, "Run, leave Fufeng City."

After saying that, he left his opponent behind and rushed out of Fufeng City.

The rest of the Ghost Blade Sect cultivators saw the tragic death of Shadow Blade Master and the most powerful late Jindan elder escaped alone, so they naturally wanted to leave the battlefield immediately.

But they wanted to leave, but the monks of Qingxin Temple were unwilling to let them go.

They were killed so badly by the Ghost Blade Sect before, and now they can finally get revenge, so they tried their best to stop them.

Only one-third left their opponents behind and rushed to the city gate.

"Let's go, we will leave too. Fufeng City's affairs are not something we can participate in. Let's find a way to leave first." Master Wufa said to all the disciples.

After everyone packed up, they immediately retreated to the city gate.

With the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-controlling Banner, this trip to Qingxin Temple was worth it. Even if they escaped in a mess, it was not as important as the treasure.

The most important thing is that Master Wufa was getting more and more uneasy. They had been fighting with the Ghost Blade Sect for so long, but no enemy appeared.

It can only mean that the enemy is hiding in the dark.

Now that the battle between the two sects has ended, I am afraid that the enemy will also come out from the dark.

Master Wufa led the monks of Qingxin Temple and rushed all the way to the city gate.

After a stick of incense, the late Jindan cultivator beside him said solemnly, "Brother Wufa, the situation is a bit wrong. We haven't met any ordinary disciples of the Ghost Blade Sect along the way. Although they left first, their speed is not as fast as ours. After so long, we should be able to catch up with them."

Master Wufa's eyes condensed, and then stretched out his hand to signal, "Stop."

The group quickly stopped, and looked at Master Wufa nervously.

"Elder, before I started practicing, I was a hunter and I am very sensitive to the smell of blood. There must have been a battle here. There is still a faint smell of blood in the air." A monk in the early stage of foundation building reported to Master Wufa.

Master Wufa naturally believed what his disciple said, and looked around with sharp eyes, "Who is playing tricks? Come out to me."

After the voice fell, there was silence around, except for the "whoosh" sound of the cold wind, there was no sound.

"Brother, have you found anything?" A Jindan stage monk asked.

Master Wufa looked solemn, as if he had sensed something, but he was not sure.

He reached out and took off a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

The sandalwood Buddhist beads slowly floated to the top of Master Wufa's head. Master Wufa's spiritual power surged, and he put his hands together and suddenly said, "Go."

As soon as the words fell, the sandalwood Buddhist beads on his head automatically broke, and the Buddhist beads on them shot out in all directions.

They fell on the buildings on both sides of the street, making bursts of explosions.

"Boom~"

Large tracts of buildings collapsed under the pressure, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

In the smoke and dust, a series of heavy footsteps came, and black shadows appeared in the smoke and dust.