Chapter 82

In the midst of cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

A single feather could not be added, no insect could land, and nothing could touch his body. Gu Fei's aura, formed by the essence energy emitted from his pores, enveloped a radius of five zhang. Thousands of ghostly flames and layers of ghostly mists were all repelled, unable to cross the boundary.

The martial skill and divine power were so formidable that everyone was shocked, especially Liu Yunhe. The sword light he wielded, like a bolt of lightning, moved freely within Gu Fei's aura without any hindrance.

With the protection of Gu Fei's aura, which resembled a domain, Liu Yunhe's flying sword struck the surging ghostly flames and black mists outside like a thunderbolt.

The sword was like a dragon, and so was the man. The sword and the man's energies were in harmony, making the sword light seem like an extension of Liu Yunhe's body. It moved as if he were directing his arm, dispersing the ghostly flames and stirring the black mists that confined them in the outer layer, causing them to churn violently.

Where the sword light passed, ghostly cries and wails filled the air. Dozens of ghostly figures emerged from the black mists and then vanished. These were the evil souls and fierce spirits refined on the Five Ghost Banner, which, when struck by the divine sword, turned back into a cloud of ghostly energy.

However, these ghosts, with their bodies formed from true yin essence, could split and merge, disperse and gather, and were not afraid of the sword's strikes. They could be re-refined and would once again become fierce ghosts and evil spirits.

As long as the Five Ghost Banner was not destroyed, the hundreds of souls and essences it contained would regenerate as soon as they were destroyed, making them impossible to annihilate.

"This won't do. How can we break this ghostly formation?" Gu Fei asked in a deep voice. He was now fully mobilizing the Five Elements True Essence within his body. His pores opened and closed, releasing streams of pure essence energy. His muscles and bones crackled with explosive force, and every inch of his flesh emitted powerful essence energy, enveloping his body in a layer of colorful light. The essence energy swirled around him.

His body seemed to be forged from fine iron, exuding an overwhelming pressure that made Ling Luoyan's mind tremble, as if she had forgotten her ability to think, her mind blank.

Gu Fei's towering figure had already been etched into her heart.

"They are hidden in the ghostly mists, making it difficult to pinpoint their positions. Breaking this formation is very hard!" Liu Yunhe was now drenched in sweat, large beads of sweat rolling down his face. His internal magic power was rapidly depleting, making him feel as if he were about to collapse.

This was a bad sign. Once his magic power was exhausted, he would be no stronger than an ordinary person. A cultivator's abilities were derived from their internal magic power.

The root of the Dao and the essence of the law, without magic power, various Daoist skills and divine powers could not be used, and the cultivator would become a mortal. Of course, this only applied to low-level cultivators who had not yet condensed a Dao Pill within their bodies.

Cultivators who had condensed a Dao Pill could communicate with the inner and outer realms, breathing in the essence of heaven and earth. As long as the essence did not run out, their magic power would not be exhausted. This was why cultivators at the Transcendent Realm could have endless magic power.

"Heh heh! Want to break our Five Ghosts' Soul Devouring Formation? You're dreaming!" A sharp, unpleasant voice, like that of a night owl, came from the ghostly flames and black mists.

"Kill!" Liu Yunhe, identifying the source of the voice, pointed his sword finger in that direction. The sword light, swift and powerful like a dragon, tore through the void and shot forward.

The incomparable sword energy dispersed the layers of ghostly mists. A black shadow flickered and vanished under the sword light. A large banner, enveloped in thick black mists and emitting a terrifyingly cold aura, was severed into two by the sword light.

"Good!" Gu Fei, seeing this, was overjoyed. Although he had not studied formations, he knew that the destruction of a formation's instrument would greatly reduce its power.

However, the ghost banner in the black mists did not dissipate. Instead, it reconnected and returned to its original form, shaking continuously, causing a sense of mental disturbance and the desire to lose one's soul, as if the three souls and seven spirits were being pulled out of the body.

Gu Fei realized that the ghostly powers of these five ghost cultivators were indeed formidable. The Five Ghost Banners were formed from the essence of evil souls and fierce spirits, and could not be underestimated. Only a Pure Yang magical treasure might be able to destroy these Five Ghost Banners.

Gu Fei and Liu Yunhe quickly regained their composure, but the situation was not good. Dark clouds rolled around them, like galloping horses, accompanied by the sounds of ghostly howls, which were truly terrifying.

Suddenly, there was a thud behind them. Gu Fei was startled and quickly turned to see Ling Luoyan lying on the ground, her eyes tightly closed, her face full of pain, and she had fainted.

"What's wrong? The ghostly energy did not penetrate my aura. Why did she still fall victim?" Gu Fei was alarmed. In fact, he did not know that the Five Ghost Banner was an extremely poisonous ghostly instrument.

Not only could it emit black mists and form ghostly shapes, but it could also confuse the mind. Gu Fei and Liu Yunhe, one a martial artist and the other a sword cultivator, had extremely firm minds and were not easily swayed by external influences.

But Ling Luoyan was different. Her cultivation was far inferior to that of Gu Fei and Liu Yunhe. She had grown up in a noble family, pampered by her family, and had not experienced much hardship. Therefore, just a few glances at the Five Ghost Banner emerging from the mists were enough to make her lose her senses, feel dizzy, and fall to the ground, unconscious.

Suddenly, a greenish flame flashed, and the black mists and ghostly flames that Liu Yunhe's sword light had dispersed rose again, enveloping the ghost banner. The ghost banner disappeared, and only the surging ghostly flames continued to contend with Gu Fei's aura and Liu Yunhe's flying sword.

"Ling Yan, what's wrong!" Gu Fei, alarmed, asked. He was now fully engaged in resisting the surging ghostly flames from all directions, his body as if trapped between several mountains, unable to move.

"She's fine, just confused by the ghostly techniques on the banner," Liu Yunhe said calmly.

Gu Fei was relieved, but he then felt a strange, indescribable feeling. Why was he so anxious about her fainting?

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" ...

The sky and earth trembled violently. The ghostly flames and black mists sealed the sky and earth, and the ghostly formation changed again. Loud sounds echoed, and the power was immense, as if summoning thousands of vengeful ghosts. The ghostly winds howled, and the black clouds rolled, with terrifying Yin energy striking Gu Fei's aura, causing his body to shake repeatedly.

Gu Fei was shocked to find that the ghostly flames were refining his aura, which was shrinking, from five zhang to four zhang... He could hardly hold on.

His clothes were already drenched in sweat, and his muscles and skin trembled slightly. The powerful martial essence energy surged through his body, flowing through his muscles and joints, producing explosive sounds, like the sound of drums and thunder forging his body.

Even in the midst of battle, Gu Fei's ancient cultivation technique continued to run, constantly refining him. For him, a life-and-death battle was also a form of cultivation, even a shortcut.

At this moment, Liu Yunhe also noticed Gu Fei's unusual state. He knew that the situation was extremely dangerous. The five ghost cultivators were truly planning to use the power of the ghostly formation to drive the Yin energy to refine them.

If their bodies were refined and their souls captured, they would become ghosts on the Five Ghost Banner, with only one outcome: eternal damnation and the dissolution of their souls.

"If I ignore Ling Yan, I might be able to break out of this ghostly formation," Gu Fei thought. His body was extremely strong, and he was not worried about being invaded by the Yin energy.

If he ignored everything, Gu Fei still had a chance to escape. However, this young man, Ling Yan, had saved him in the river, and this act of kindness meant that if he escaped alone, he would leave a shadow of ingratitude in his heart, creating a flaw in his firm cultivation resolve, which would become a difficult obstacle in his cultivation. This was something Gu Fei could not allow.

Just as the surging ghostly flames and mists were getting closer and the two were struggling to hold on, suddenly, "Boom!" A thousand bolts of lightning and fire descended from the sky, and the rolling black mists and ghostly flames were instantly scattered in all directions. A dense, cold Yin energy was immediately dispelled by the lightning and fire, and the stars reappeared in the sky above them.

The vast magical power fluctuations shook the sky and earth. Golden lightning and fire, like countless golden snakes, danced and spread in all directions, penetrating every gap, and in one swift move, broke the ghostly formation.

Several extremely frightened screams echoed, and in the lightning and fire, hundreds of evil souls and fierce ghosts were scattered, turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating. The five most powerful ghost heads also seemed to have their essence scattered by the lightning, becoming unstable and about to dissipate.

Five ghostly figures, which had been hidden, appeared and turned into a gust of wind, carrying the five ghost heads, rolling and rushing towards the west, moving at an incredible speed, and disappearing into the western mountains in an instant.

"Quick, follow me!" At this moment, a loud voice came from the sky, and Gu Fei saw a golden figure shoot down from the sky, picking up Liu Yunhe, and then rising into the air, flying south at high speed.

A sword cultivator at the Transcendent Realm, flying through the air? Gu Fei was amazed by this sudden scene but was not panicked. The overwhelming pressure around him suddenly disappeared, causing his body to sway, almost making him sit on the ground.

"Ha ha... Junior Brother Qi, why are you in such a hurry? Come and gather with your senior brother!" At this moment, a loud laugh came from the northern sky, not very loud but echoing far and wide, reverberating through the mountains.

"Hmm?" When Gu Fei heard this voice, his face changed. He ignored the soreness and exhaustion in his body, quickly picked up the unconscious Ling Yan, and rushed into a cluster of rocks in the valley.

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