Chapter 65

"Yah!"

Liu Ping let out a thunderous roar, his long saber held horizontally as his figure charged forward like a ball of flame, colliding with Zhu Lingwu's side.

The power of his Ninth Stage Postnatal Martial Arts erupted, like a wave of flame rolling over from nowhere. The ghostly aura that had been surrounding Zhu Lingwu was instantly scattered by the scorching energy released by the Crimson Flame Profound Art, dispersing in all directions.

Then, Liu Ping swung his first strike at the five intertwined Netherworld Ghost Claws, which were blocking the path between him and Zhu Lingwu. The scorching blade force, condensed from the fiery blood energy within Liu Ping's body, seemed to be augmented by the sharp blade qi generated as the saber cut through the air. The five Netherworld Ghost Claws, not daring to block it head-on, scattered like five flying snakes.

Taking the opportunity, Zhu Lingwu rolled on the ground and charged toward Liu Ping. At the same time, he transformed all the electricity he could summon into an electric net, blocking behind him.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed. Zhu Lingwu finally escaped the encirclement of the five Netherworld Ghost Heads and fled to Liu Ping's back.

Liu Ping's long saber then slashed several times at the pursuing five Netherworld Ghost Heads, forcing them to scatter in all directions.

It seemed that these so-called Netherworld Ghost Heads were indeed low-grade magical artifacts. When faced with the scorching energy released by Liu Ping's Crimson Flame Profound Art and the sharp blade qi of the long saber, they dared not confront him head-on.

The blade qi swept through the room, and what had been a relatively intact room, despite Zhu Lingwu's earlier efforts, was instantly reduced to ruins. Flames erupted in many places, showing just how intense the fiery energy released by Liu Ping's Crimson Flame Profound Art was.

With Liu Ping blocking the front, the five Netherworld Ghost Heads and the five Netherworld Ghost Claws they spat out were forced back several meters by his continuous saber strikes.

However, whether due to the power of the talisman or some other force, the wooden walls of the room, except for the wall where Liu Ping came from, managed to withstand his demolition-like powerful blade force.

Then, one of the five Netherworld Ghost Claws, a crimson one, suddenly flew to the front. It opened and closed its palm, and the fiery energy that had been scattered in the room began to converge into this ghost claw. Even the fiery energy Liu Ping had condensed on his long saber seemed to be drawn away from his control and absorbed by the Netherworld Ghost Claw.

Liu Ping's face changed. This kind of magical artifact used by cultivators was not something a mortal martial artist like him could withstand for long. The crimson Netherworld Ghost Claw seemed to have some restraining power over his fiery energy.

Liu Ping could only rely on the strength of his long saber to temporarily block the crimson Netherworld Ghost Claw from approaching him. Without the fiery energy, the Netherworld Ghost Heads could once again drive the ghostly aura toward him.

The other four Netherworld Ghost Claws, with their tails intertwined, connected to the crimson Netherworld Ghost Claw and slowly approached Liu Ping, trying to grab his long saber with their ghostly, almost tangible claws.

"Master, run! I can only hold these ghostly creatures off for a while!"

Liu Ping shouted to Zhu Lingwu, somewhat alarmed. He was truly helpless against these demonic magical artifacts.

At this moment, Zhu Lingwu had already reached Meng Yishi's side. Meng Yishi lay on the ground, convulsing, but it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

Before Liu Ping shouted, Zhu Lingwu knew that the current crisis was not yet over. If the five Netherworld Ghost Heads were not dealt with, a tragedy might occur at this Wild Willow Inn today. Out of the five or six thousand people who had come, it was uncertain how many would survive the ghostly aura released by the Netherworld Ghost Heads. He himself might have to flee from their pursuit.

Since the five Netherworld Ghost Heads were released by Meng Yishi, the solution must be found in Meng Yishi. Zhu Lingwu needed to find a way to resolve the problem.

After catching his breath and calming his heartbeat, Zhu Lingwu first lifted the collar of Meng Yishi's neck, pulling out a jade amulet that looked like a protective charm.

"This must be the protective treasure that emitted the earth-yellow light and protected Meng Yishi earlier," Zhu Lingwu thought. He then pulled the jade amulet off Meng Yishi's neck. Fortunately, it was only tied with a red string, which broke easily.

Next, Zhu Lingwu struck Meng Yishi's forehead with a palm, not using his Thunderbolt Palm technique but relying on his own thousand-jin strength.

"Slap, crack!"

Meng Yishi's head was flattened by Zhu Lingwu's palm, and his convulsing body came to a stop.

Then, Zhu Lingwu performed a strange action. He placed his hand on Meng Yishi's forehead as if performing a ritual to calm his soul.

The onlookers couldn't understand what Zhu Lingwu was doing, but the little white fox in the corner watched his every move with a gleam in its eyes.

It could see Meng Yishi's soul being forcibly extracted from his forehead by Zhu Lingwu and then entering Zhu Lingwu's body, though part of Meng Yishi's soul remained in his head.

At first, the little white fox didn't understand what Zhu Lingwu was doing, but soon it seemed to grasp something, and its eyes revealed a complex expression as it watched Zhu Lingwu.

Suddenly, the little white fox seemed to have an idea and scanned the surroundings, as if trying to escape in the chaos.

But before the little white fox could make a move, Zhu Lingwu had a new action. He skillfully pulled out a small copper flask from the sleeve of Meng Yishi's right arm.

The small copper flask looked quite ancient, resembling a fist-sized copper gourd with many different runes and inscriptions carved on its surface.

The lid of the copper flask was open, and a thin blood-colored chain connected one end to a small ear on the neck of the flask and the other end to a lid shaped like a Netherworld Ghost Head. The lid was intricately carved, and the copper skull inside seemed to contain a dense ghostly aura, emitting a faint, strange light.

Hearing Liu Ping's shouts, Zhu Lingwu calmly bit his right index finger, forcing out a drop of essence blood, which he then dripped onto the skull-like lid of the copper flask. The drop of essence blood quickly merged with the ghostly aura inside the lid, and the strange light within the lid flickered with a blood-red hue.

After a few moments, a smile appeared on Zhu Lingwu's face. He then released his soul consciousness to connect with the lid, holding the small copper flask toward the five Netherworld Ghost Heads.

"Seize!"

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