78: The powerful Qingxuan ancestor

Mu Yunsong's usually calm face showed an indescribable excitement.

The phantom of the old man in green robes looked down at Mu Yunsong on the ground, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"You are...?"

"Qingxuan Ancestor?"

Mu Yunsong's trembling voice rang out, filled with disbelief.

The other party was a figure from tens of thousands of years ago, the Sect Master of the Qingxuan Sect at that time, so how could he still have a remnant soul?

Indeed, the old man's phantom was actually a wisp of remnant soul, preserved through the power of the bronze sword and other means.

Now, awakened by Mu Yunsong's aura, he finally appeared.

"It is I, child. You have done very well. Everything else, leave it to me!"

The old voice of that phantom sounded again, finally fixing its gaze on the Ghost-Masked Man and the others.

The Ghost-Masked Man and the others were horrified, never expecting to encounter such a situation. A person who should have passed away tens of thousands of years ago still retained a wisp of remnant soul, barely clinging to existence.

More importantly, they felt a fatal threat from him.

The old man's eyes did not show much hatred; instead, he calmly said, "All grievances end here!"

He opened his palm, and the colossal bronze sword continuously shrank, transforming into a green longsword that he held in his hand.

Without another word, a terrifying sword qi slashed towards the Sky Serpent Domain expert among the three.

The opponent dared not be negligent, his aura erupting. He was at the mid-stage God-Emperor Realm cultivation, almost on par with Wang Zhen.

A snake spear appeared in his hand. After infusing it with spiritual power, he fiercely stabbed towards the sword qi.

Crack!

The snake spear broke, but it also blocked the fatal sword. His entire body trembled; the phantom's strength was too terrifying, turning his spiritual artifact into scrap metal in a single exchange, beyond repair.

The Golden Lion Domain expert's face was grim. If the target had been him just now, his fate would have been the same.

The Ghost-Masked Man's eyes were gloomy. From the strength the opponent displayed at this moment, it was enough to threaten him, and he put away his disdain.

The old man saw that the attack had not been effective but was not surprised. After all, these few could be considered overlord-level experts in their smaller domains.

Especially the black-clad man wearing a half-mask, whose strength was unfathomable.

Before he could continue his offensive, the opponents were not fools. The few of them all made their moves, each attack carrying the power to overturn mountains and cleave peaks.

The Sky Serpent Domain expert once again pulled out a snake-shaped longsword. With a single slash, a colossal snake-shaped beast phantom bit towards the old man.

The Golden Lion Domain expert, on the other hand, took out a battle-axe, directly unleashing a blade qi that cut through the sky, transforming into a galloping Golden Lion that roared and pounced at the old man.

The Ghost-Masked Man from the Yinshan Domain wielded a banner that whistled with eerie winds. With a fierce wave, the sky instantly darkened, covered in dense dark clouds.

More than a dozen green-faced, fanged evil spirits floated out from it, baring their fangs and claws as they charged towards the old man.

A glint flashed in the ancient eyes of the phantom old man. As the three attacks were about to reach him, he swept out a sword, and instantly a thousand-zhang sword light shone, its power vast and mighty.

Everything in front of him was swept away, the dark clouds in the sky were completely dispersed, the giant snake was cut in half, the lion's skull was severed, and the evil spirits turned to ash.

The Sky Serpent and Golden Lion experts' eyes showed shock. This move was unleashed with no reservations, with all their might, yet it was so easily shattered by this person.

They couldn't help but look at the Ghost-Masked Man, who was squinting his eyes, showing no discernible emotion, but both knew that he was starting to get serious.

Sure enough, the Ghost-Masked Man vigorously waved the banner in his hand, its speed growing faster and faster, eventually creating afterimages.

As a mournful cry echoed, everyone noticed that a black phantom, several zhang tall, had suddenly manifested behind him.

A blood-soaked, disheveled evil spirit slowly stood up, surrounded by sinister qi and permeated with black mist. Its skeletal fingers were incredibly sharp, and its face was obscured.

This evil spirit was nurtured by the Ghost-Masked Man with the heart's blood of countless living beings. Its malevolence was monstrous, and it played a crucial role in establishing his status in the Yinshan Domain.

Everyone felt a chill down their spine upon seeing this appearing evil spirit, and a hint of fear involuntarily arose in their hearts. This was also one of its abilities.

It could disrupt the enemy's state of mind and dismantle their will to fight, thereby gaining an advantage and achieving victory.

Under the Ghost-Masked Man's guidance, the evil spirit turned its crimson eyes towards the phantom old man, continuously letting out roars, as if countless vengeful spirits were seeking lives.

It lunged at the opponent with an incredibly foul stench, its right hand fiercely grabbing at the old man's body, fingers splayed, sharp claws flashing with blood-red light.

The old man's brow furrowed slightly. He felt a heaven-reaching resentment from this evil spirit, as if it had been extremely unwilling in life, carrying a deep obsession, and only became so terrifying after being nurtured by the Ghost-Masked Man.

The green longsword in his hand erupted with immeasurable divine light. The evil spirit illuminated by it immediately let out a painful, mournful shriek, and its ghostly qi also dissipated considerably.

The Ghost-Masked Man's expression darkened. He increased the force in his hand, and his spiritual power surged into the banner. The ghostly qi on the banner became even denser, almost tangible.

The evil spirit also seemed to receive a boost, stopping its screams. Its blood-red eyes stared intently at the old man, and it fiercely swiped with its palm again.

The phantom old man flickered and disappeared from his spot, reappearing above its head. He swung the longsword, unleashing an unparalleled sword qi, but it produced a clang of metal colliding.

"What?"

Everyone was greatly shocked. The old man's strength was evident to all, yet his sword qi could not harm it in the slightest. One could imagine how hard the evil spirit's body was.

The Ghost-Masked Man also showed a hint of a smile. This evil spirit he nurtured had cost him countless efforts.

It was tempered with a special secret method, making its body far more formidable than even a mid-stage God-Emperor Realm expert.

The old man also understood this principle, but the strength retained by his remnant soul could not sustain a prolonged battle. He had to finish the fight quickly before it dissipated.

He changed his tactics. Since a head-on confrontation was not feasible, he would use a trapping and refining formation.

His aura surged violently. The longsword in his hand split into more than a dozen sword lights that flew towards the evil spirit, but they did not strike its body. Instead, they embedded themselves beside it.

Subsequently, the other sword lights did the same, forming a circle around the evil spirit, trapping it in the void.

"Not good!"

The Ghost-Masked Man's face changed drastically, finally losing his previous calm demeanor. He commanded the evil spirit to desperately try to break free, but those dozen or so sword lights had already formed a sword qi cage.

It firmly locked the evil spirit within, rendering all its struggles useless. The sword qi cage began to emit dazzling divine light, seemingly intending to refine it alive.

The old man's expression was solemn, as he activated the remaining power of his remnant soul, frantically operating the sword formation.

The evil spirit immediately let out an incomparably mournful scream, and the black qi around its body gradually dissipated, its aura continuously weakening.

The Ghost-Masked Man's eyes showed shock and anger, but for a moment he was helpless. Suddenly, as if remembering something, a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes.

He turned his gaze towards the extremely weak Wang Zhen. Upon sensing the Ghost-Masked Man's gaze, Wang Zhen's body trembled like a sieve.