Chapter 222: Who Gave You the Guts?

"What did you say?"

Beside the Lost Soul River, an old man in black robes who had revealed his figure was stunned.

Since several hundred years ago,

After promoting to the Foundation Establishment realm or even just the Foundation Establishment realm, no Qi Condensation cultivator had ever spoken to him in such a condescending tone.

The key was that it was so natural, so justified, even angrier than him.

So much so that he even doubted he had auditory hallucinations.

"Scaring me for no reason, you deserve to die!"

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword fell again, the target shockingly being Hundred Ghost Child, whom he had been forced to give up killing earlier.

"Old Ancestor, save me!"

Hundred Ghost Child was terrified, hurriedly running toward the black-robed person, but he was very slow, his body's essence blood consumed, and even walking made his meridians ache.

"Ant, you are seeking death!"

Hundred Bai Gui Laozu reacted, his words extremely cold, and he slapped over.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth fluctuated violently!

A wailing sound appeared between heaven and earth, as if a hundred ghosts had descended, attached to every palm print, enough to instantly suppress and kill an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword descended, piercing through the Hundred Ghost big palm without receiving any resistance.

Just feeling a slight chill,

The huge ghost palm collapsed, turning into ripples of spiritual light and dissipating.

"Old Ancestor, save..."

Hundred Ghost Child screamed miserably, but couldn't block it in the slightest; a deep blue flying sword pierced his forehead, leaving a large hole, countless fine sword Qi erupted, turning him into ripples of fragments.

"You..."

Hundred Bai Gui Laozu was stunned again, staring blankly at the hole that appeared on his palm, fresh blood flowing out continuously.

"Your guts are truly amazing."

Jiang Ding looked at him as if looking at a fool: "Not only did you dare to scare me, but you also dared to use no magic tools, relying solely on a pair of flesh palms to catch my flying sword."

"Truly very good."

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword flew into the sky and fell again, destructive sword intent permeating a thousand-meter radius, constantly humming, even more excited than before!

"Slashing Foundation Establishment, starting from this!"

"Arrogant!"

Hundred Bai Gui Laozu finally reacted, a wild, angry emotion surging into his heart; a long banner a zhang long appeared, its spiritual light dazzling, and he waved it forcefully.

Woo, woo, woo...

Countless gloomy and cold auras appeared between heaven and earth, one single-horned fierce ghost after another jumping out from the long banner, each aura being peak Qi Condensation; one hundred and eight heads, quickly setting up a complex formation.

Among them, three ghost generals already possessed true Foundation Establishment realm auras, approaching the limit allowed by this heaven and earth!

"Die!"

Hundred Bai Gui Laozu said indifferently.

Roar, roar!

The three ghost generals roared, each spitting out a pitch-black sharp arrow, forming a three-talents formation and shooting toward the sky.

The remaining one hundred and five peak Qi Condensation fierce ghosts spat out strands of black Qi, surging into the arrows.

Their aura increased rapidly, to a degree that made ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators change color!

The Taiqing flying sword never avoided frontal attacks.

Under the acceleration of the electromagnetic patterns, it slashed toward them.

Clang!

Amidst the sharp metal collision sound, countless sword Qi and pitch-black spiritual light splashed everywhere.

"Actually again..."

Hundred Bai Gui Laozu's heart shook, feeling somewhat absurd.

The two pitch-black arrows, layered with support and enough to kill multiple Foundation Establishment cultivators, were forcibly snapped!

The remaining one was also extremely dimmed in spiritual light, tottering.

The deep blue flying sword rolled, split it into two, didn't even look at its remains, and shot into the Hundred Ghost formation.

A flash, deep blue sword light flashed.

Over a dozen roaring peak Qi Condensation fierce ghosts stiffened.

Bright blue lines appeared at their waists and abdomens, silently separating, turning into two parts, their spiritual light extinguished and disappearing.

Roar, roar, roar!

"Kill!"

The three Foundation Establishment ghost generals were furious, each holding a mace, giant axe, or hammer magic tool emitting cold black smoke, smashing toward the deep blue flying sword, while the other peak Qi Condensation ghost soldiers also had their own actions, forming a formation to kill.

Swish!

Dense attacks and dense formations were pierced through by the Taiqing flying sword, and another dozen peak Qi Condensation ghost soldiers were waist-cut, falling to the ground and collapsing into spiritual light.

Although the three ghost generals' attacks were fierce, they couldn't really hit it, roaring repeatedly.

Swish, swish, swish!

Like a blue lightning bolt, the Taiqing flying sword crisscrossed wantonly in the ghost formation, nothing could block it, and one ghost soldier after another died quickly.

Until seventy-two died, the seventy-third.

When only thirty-five ghost soldiers remained, the ghost formation stiffened slightly and collapsed with a bang.

The aura of the three ghost generals supported by the formation dropped by a section!

"Not good!"

Hundred Bai Gui Laozu's expression changed.

"Slash!"

Jiang Ding drank low.

All his magic power surged into it, the Taiqing flying sword's light flourished, its speed increased again, passing through the black Qi swirling around the mace and giant axe, and with a crack, forcibly snapped the pitch-black hammer ghost tool.

Then, it pierced through the hammer ghost general's head!

The ghost general's tall body stiffened.

Countless deep blue sword Qi erupted from its mouth, nose, and eyeballs, its body collapsing into a mass of substantial fragments, different from ordinary ghost soldiers.

"Slash!"

"Slash!"

After the hammer ghost general died, the Taiqing flying sword hummed and trembled, its momentum even stronger, slashing out two swords in succession, with two cracks, snapping the giant axe ghost general and mace ghost general's ghost tools along with their heads into two pieces.

"Pfft!"

"You dare to kill my ghost generals!"

The three ghost generals were all dead, Hundred Bai Gui Laozu vomited blood, his face suddenly turning pale.

"I said, those who scare me must die!"

Jiang Ding drank low, his finger pointed, terrifying sword intent descended, the Taiqing flying sword's speed surged, slashing toward the black-robed old man's head.

"Junior, you are seeking your own death!"

Hundred Bai Gui Laozu's words were gloomy.

In his pupils, pitch-black light flashed, as if two deep lakes, joined together, quickly filling the heaven and earth, becoming the only thing.

Jiang Ding's eyes darkened.

When he opened his eyes again, the original mountains, forests, big rivers, and the gray ruins sky were gone.

As far as the eye could see, it was a pitch-black bitter sea with no end, countless living souls and ghosts all sinking and struggling within it, yet never able to break free.

"Living person!"

"You come down too, and accompany us!"

Countless ghosts roared, wailing incessantly, stretching out pairs of withered hands, dense and numerous, pulling his legs, hands, feet, and torso, dragging him toward the pitch-black bitter sea.

Jiang Ding tried to draw his sword.

But found the sword was not by his side, and even the magic power and spiritual sense that were everywhere in his body had dissipated completely.

He had turned into a thorough mortal.

He could only watch helplessly as his body sank bit by bit under the pulling of ten thousand ghosts.

"Soul illusion attack spell!"

After a little thought, he had the answer.

"Very mysterious, it has great use in Foundation Establishment-level battles."

"However,"

Jiang Ding sneered.

"You are only using a Foundation Establishment-level soul to cast it."

"Who are you looking down on with this little trick?"

The ten thousand ghosts that were constantly pulling and dragging him to sink into the bitter sea suddenly stiffened and solidified.

Boom!

Boundless deep blue sword intent erupted, turning into strands of substantial sword light shooting in all directions; the pitch-black bitter sea and ten thousand ghosts were torn to pieces like a painting.

Shining brightly.

Opening his eyes,

The first thing that came into view was the black-robed old man vomiting blood again, fleeing crazily, with no demeanor of an Old Ancestor.

"Run? Can you run?"

Jiang Ding's eyes flashed with baleful Qi.

He took a step to fly forward, but his body lowered.

He hurriedly retreated, looking at the turbid river water of the Lost Soul River, and regained his reason.

"The Lost Soul River cannot be crossed directly, but there are several intersections."

"My sword intent remains in his soul; as long as he is within the Nine Heavens Ruins, he definitely can't run."

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword returned, sinking into the magnetic sensing patterns between his eyebrows.

Jiang Ding pondered for a moment, barely suppressing his killing intent, and turned to fly toward the spirit medicine garden.

"Forget it."

"Find the spirit fruit Mom needs first, then go hunt him down."

"Any Qi Condensation who dares to scare me must die."

I'll put the other two chapters in the evening; suddenly laziness broke out.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 223 =====