Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 663 23: Swift as the Wind, Slaying One Ghost with Each Step!

Sighing at the decline of humanity's heart, the quality of these supernatural tales has dropped too quickly.

Industry is truly declining.

Yun Wangji seemed to have seen through Lady Jade Face's true identity, but the other party was enchanting yet not evil, not truly demonic, so he didn't confront her directly. He decided to secretly inform the handsome young man once things here were settled and he was ready to leave.

Having a half-human, half-demon fox girl as a companion might not be a good thing, as they naturally siphon human energy to enhance their cultivation.

Just then, heavy footsteps echoed from outside the door.

The Unrestrained Monk strode in, carrying the Flying Dragon Meditation Staff. He saw Yun Wangji sitting cross-legged to the side of the hall, looked puzzled, and after signaling to others with a glance, sat directly opposite Yun Wangji, face to face, nose to nose, close enough to catch a whiff of alcohol from the monk.

Hey!

Where did this Taoist disciple come from, was he trying to compete with him, recruit people into the Taoist sect, and steal his great achievements?

This poor monk must keep a close watch on him; Taoists are very sly.

Yun Wangji looked bewildered. Where did this crazy monk come from, not abiding by the rules, with a smell of alcohol?

"Is everything done?" the young man asked, looking up.

The Unrestrained Monk thumped his chest loudly and vowed, "Smashed them all! Didn't leave a single one!"

The young man nodded, closed his eyes, and rested, leaving Fu Jianhan to converse with the person.

Fu Jianhan's skills were varied and strange. He knew several curses originating from Laoshan; this guy learned whatever he could, as long as he didn't succumb to inner demons, there were no issues.

Meeting by chance, they both casually hunted demons and had little more to say.

Night deepened.

As the sun set, outside the Chenghuang Temple, eerie winds gradually picked up, seemingly accompanied by the faint sounds of ghostly wails and wolf howls. Underneath Dimension Space, blood-red marks appeared, all dressed as war-spirits who died in battle, looking fierce and terrifying, unlike the troops of a Good Family Son, more like a gathering of bandit soldiers.

During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, one should expect little. There were armies that ate people alive.

Yun Wangji suddenly opened his eyes, instantly standing up, his pupils seemed to probe yin and yang, under the Spiritual Light, his pupils changed color. The Longsword behind him trembled, he cupped his fists toward the leading young man, and said in a deep voice, "I'll be right back!"

After some interaction, he understood that the handsome young man was the backbone of the group, but he couldn't discern his cultivation level.

Woosh!

A streak of sword light broke through the air, resembling a flying sword, cutting through the darkness.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing.

Outside the Chenghuang Temple, black smoke billowed, a general clad in tattered armor appeared, mounted on a skeletal warhorse, surrounded by Ghost Fire, his face like a skull, sneering coldly, "I wondered who dared smash my temple, cutting off my incense and blood sacrifice."

"So it's you."

"Men!"

"Retrieve his head for me!"

A group of armored evil spirits emerged, resembling personal guards. These evil spirits feasted on humans while alive and were overwhelmingly ferocious after death.

This evil spirit was once under the command of Zhu You-ning.

Zhu You-ning was the nephew of Zhu Wen, the emperor of Later Liang, renowned for his bravery and combat skills, but his disposition was cruel. In the battle against Wang Shifan, to achieve rapid victory, he forced over a hundred thousand civilians to build dirt hills outside the city, burying them alive once constructed.

After breaking the city, he ordered the slaughter of the city's military and civilians, causing the rivers to be clogged, blood flowing like streams.

Yin Soldiers took a path.

In this era, such events were not uncommon. Yun Wangji had been tracking these Yin Soldiers for some time. With a shout, the beam of sword light split in two, slicing towards the head of the malevolent ghost general like twin swords.

"Trivial trick!"

"Showing off in front of a master!"

The malevolent ghost general let out a long roar, the long spear in his hand stirred up a gust of eerie wind, displaying the martial arts of Military School. The sinister aura flowed, tainting the Spiritual Light of the twin swords, forcefully knocking them back.

This flying sword technique, when he was a mortal, he greatly feared it, but now having transformed into a Ghost God, wielding True Qi and divine intentionality, how can it pose a threat?

Could it harm him?

Do Military School masters truly fear Taoists?

Clang!

"Men! Follow me!"

The ghost general laughed heartily, the great banner unfurled against the eerie wind like a soul-summoning flag. Dozens of ghost riders appeared, hooves galloping, Ghost Fire blazing, these fierce personal guards wielding long knives and spears, murderous intent overflowing. Under the command of the yin flag, the iron cavalry charged head-on, flanking to encircle, blocking the retreat, containing the essence of Military School array techniques.

The sinister aura gathered, ghosts crowded.

Just as the two sides were about to engage in a bloody battle, inside the ruined Chenghuang Temple, a handsome young man strolled out, followed by an enchanting woman, an Angry Eye Vajra monk, and a chivalrous swordsman with fiery sword aura. He completely ignored the group of fierce evil ghosts, leisurely raising his head and said, "Brother Yun, may I borrow your sword?"

Tragic.

The King of Kings.

In this world, he has yet to establish his foundation, always needing to borrow the weapons of others.

Military evil spirits?

The young man smiled in silence; roaming this world, the last thing he feared was military evil spirits and ghostly demons, alive or dead, they were the same.

Sword, come!

Yun Wangji unhesitatingly sent another iron sword to the young man using sword technique. At this point, the ghost general had already formed a battle formation, making it harder for him to handle alone.

He had to resort to some bottom-drawer tricks.

In Yun Wangji's palm appeared a jade talisman, engraved with the words 'Yellow Stone.'

——Yellow Stone Curse.

A Military School master was difficult to kill while alive, and under the yin banner, with personal guards who seemed like scapegoats, even harder to kill.

Within that sinister winds and ghostly qis, unknown when the blood evil aura surged forth, resembling a flowing blood sea, enveloping the ghost general and Yin Soldiers within. The ghost general's face changed dramatically, shocked beyond words, "Where did this killing god come from?"

"Is there a Great Grandmaster of Military School alive in this era?"

Zhu You-ning slaughtered over ten thousand people during his life; the blood evil aura on him was not as ferocious as that of the seemingly ordinary young man. The group of Yin Soldier evil spirits around him, as if their courage was stolen, retreated in fear as the young man stepped forward with the sword.

This is definitely the presence of a Military School master!

Only a vicious figure from the Military School can quell these monstrous evil spirits that feasted on humans in life and death, some of whom couldn't even hold their swords and fight.

Crushing!

Even though they were dead men, the rolling blood sea formed by the blood evil aura frightened their souls.

Killing with abandon?

Military evil spirits?

The young man's sword condensed three feet of sword light, like blood, like gold, swift as the wind, the sword roared with thunder, killing one ghost per step.

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