#768 - Chapter 768: The Demon Cult Causing Trouble
"Sect Leader, these two members of the Demonic Cult have been famous for a long time and are extremely powerful. Moreover, they have been out of sight for so many years. If the situation turns bad in a moment, you should take the disciples of the sect and leave first. I will cover the retreat." At the critical moment, Zhu Neng saw that Luo Yangtian was mentally exhausted and quickly transmitted his voice.
Although the Sect Leader caught the horse-faced youth off guard, he has not recovered from his old injuries and cannot defeat the hunchbacked old man.
Luo Yangtian stood there quietly, without saying a word, with an indifferent look.
At this moment, a gloomy voice sounded in Luo Yangtian's ear:
"Want to escape? Can you escape?"
"Back then, your Xinghe Sect relied on the protection of the Star Gazing Pavilion to massacre my Demonic Cult."
"Do you think these things can be forgotten?"
"You thought you were powerful, but what about now?"
Luo Yangtian's heart trembled upon hearing this.
With a "poof," the black light around the hunchbacked old man suddenly burst open. His figure suddenly blurred in the black light and transformed into a gray skeleton.
Luo Yangtian was stunned when he saw this. Zhu Neng, who had been hiding here for a long time, also had a slight glint in his eyes.
At this moment, the void above the Xinghe suddenly fluctuated violently. A beam of pitch-black light spurted out from it without warning, and the figure of the hunchbacked old man appeared out of thin air in the black light.
With a wave of his hands, a golden light flashed in front of him, and a golden giant tower more than ten feet high appeared out of thin air, smashing down towards the Xinghe.
A terrifying pressure fell suddenly, and the spiritual light on the surface of the Xinghe fluctuated violently, as if it would shatter immediately.
Luo Yangtian groaned, and his hands flashed with lightning, forming a sword seal. A series of sword seals entered the black long sword above his head.
The black long sword trembled violently, and countless dense sword shadows emerged, slashing towards the giant tower.
Rumble!
Countless explosions rang out!
The dense sword shadows slashed on the giant tower, but they shattered and disappeared immediately, without leaving any traces on the tower body.
However, the falling momentum of the giant tower also paused.
Luo Yangtian took the opportunity to let out a low shout, and a silver-white light flew out of his hand. It was a silver small drum, which swelled wildly in the wind, blooming with dazzling silver light.
The surface of the small drum faintly showed the illusion of mountains and rivers, breathing out amazing spiritual energy.
Luo Yangtian's tense face eased, and a cold light flickered in his eyes. He pinched the sword seal and pointed.
The black flying sword immediately spun around, and the black light shone brightly. In an instant, a black giant sword five or six feet long slashed towards the hunchbacked old man with extreme speed.
The old man sneered and waved his hand to cast a magic spell.
The bottom of the golden giant tower cracked with a rumble, revealing a black hole. Dazzling golden light spurted out from it, forming a huge golden halo.
A terrifying suction force suddenly emerged from it, and the airflow within a radius of tens of feet rolled back.
The black giant sword immediately stopped as if it weighed a thousand pounds, spinning around and flying towards the round hole at the bottom of the golden giant tower.
Luo Yangtian desperately pinched the sword seal, trying to stabilize the giant sword, but it was useless because of his injuries. After only two or three breaths, the giant sword was still sucked into the white tower with a "swoosh".
Luo Yangtian's face turned pale, and the connection between his mind and the black flying sword was completely broken.
The golden light emitted by the golden giant tower became even more dazzling, making a rumbling sound, pressing down.
The silver small drum faintly dented, and under the suction force emitted by the golden giant tower, the mountain and river illusion floating on the surface also twisted and deformed, as if it was about to be sucked into the giant tower.
Luo Yangtian hurriedly pinched the seal, holding the small drum with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly into it.
The mountain and river pattern on the surface of the small drum shone brightly with silver light, making bursts of whistling sounds, and finally stabilized again.
The hunchbacked old man sneered, raising his hand to do something.
Boom!
A muffled sound came from a distance. The gray-white light around the horse-faced youth burst open, revealing his figure. A black scroll was floating in front of him, which was the one he had taken out earlier. However, it had already been unfolded at this moment, and the surface was densely covered with patterns of hundreds of ghosts, emitting a strong black light.
A large amount of blood gushed out, turning into a thick blood mist and merging into the Hundred Ghosts Picture.
The black energy emitted by the black scroll suddenly thickened, and gusts of yin wind appeared around it out of thin air, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling rose sharply, which was extremely terrifying.
Roar roar!
Two ferocious ghosts jumped out of the scroll, and swelled in the wind, turning into four or five feet in size.
The upper bodies of these two ghosts resembled evil wolves, with dark green short hair, and their mouths were full of snow-white fangs, protruding to the outside of their mouths. Their wolf arms were thick, and their ten fingers had blood-red claws that were a foot long.
The lower body was shrouded in a black mist, as if there was no entity.
The yin wind around the scroll became even stronger, and the black energy rolled, and one fierce ghost after another flew out of it.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of ghosts appeared.
Most of them were in the Foundation Establishment stage, but there were also five or six ghosts whose bodies were obviously much larger, and the aura they emitted reached the Core Formation stage.
"Are you bullying our Demonic Cult as if we have no one? Kill!" The horse-faced youth grinned and pointed at Luo Yangtian and others.
"After killing you, these sect disciples of yours will be our slaves!"
Roar roar roar!
Hundreds of ghosts rushed towards the Xinghe, with an astonishing momentum.
Luo Yangtian's expression changed drastically. He withdrew his hands from the silver brocade handkerchief and patted the storage bag on his waist. Four white lights flew out of the storage bag and landed around him. They were white jade puppets that were a foot tall, wearing armor and holding a wide white flag with flickering spiritual light on it.
These are his treasures at the bottom of the box. Today, their Xinghe Sect must not lose!
The four puppets just shook the big flags in their hands, and incomparably brilliant white light bloomed from the puppets, quickly connecting with each other to form a white magic circle, covering the Xinghe inside.
As soon as the magic circle took shape, nearly a hundred ghosts pounced over, surrounding the white magic circle.
Roar roar!
These ferocious ghosts roared, grabbing and biting, desperately attacking the white magic circle.
Especially the few Core Formation stage ghosts, constantly spewing out green lights from their mouths, bombarding and crushing the formation.
The white magic circle immediately shook violently.
Luo Yangtian hurriedly pinched the seal, and white lights fell on the four puppets, and the magic circle gradually stabilized.
The horse-faced youth shook his body and flew near the white magic circle. As he recited words, a large area of gray-white flames appeared on his body again, forming a sea of fire that was more than ten feet in size.
With a grab in the void with both hands, the gray-white flames in the sea of fire immediately separated a small piece and condensed into two flame spears that were several feet long.
As he waved his arm, the flame spear immediately shattered, but the white magic circle also shook violently, and even Luo Yangtian's body inside shook, his face turning pale.
The horse-faced youth sneered, and fire spears were projected from his hands, bombarding the formation one after another.
