RoleplayNovel Chapter 244 The soul-eating flag appears!
Chapter 244 The soul-eating flag appears!
The wind in the Valley of Dry Corpses was now tinged with a chilling, bloody stench.
The crimson ashes scattered in the wind, and the once-dominant, blood-sacrificing, ferocious black-feathered bird was completely annihilated, leaving not even a trace of its malevolent aura.
The smoke and dust had not yet dissipated at the bottom of the valley, and the ground was covered with layers of eroded pits, a scene of utter devastation, all traces of the fierce battle that had just taken place.
Lin Yuan's shoulder was damaged by dragon scales, and shallow bloodstains were still seeping out fine bloodstains. The lightning and fire spiritual power around him fluctuated slightly. After two rounds of intense battle, his physical strength was somewhat depleted, but he still stood tall and straight, with golden dragon might lying dormant in his body. His eyes were sharp as blades, locked on the broken blue figure in mid-air.
Anxin stood on the high altar platform, her fingertips holding the gun slightly white. Several consecutive deadly sniper shots had exhausted most of her mental energy, and her breathing was slightly more rapid than before. However, the muzzle of the gun remained steadily aimed at the air without the slightest deviation. There was no relaxation in her cold eyes, only a chilling killing intent.
In mid-air, Xuanjizi's appearance became increasingly ferocious and terrifying.
"Kill me, Mo Yu... cripple my arm... very good... excellent..."
Xuanjizi murmured repeatedly, his voice hoarse and broken, like rusty iron scraping against each other, each word laced with venom, each sentence filled with hatred.
"You deserve to die!"
The three words fell with a chilling, bone-deep force, causing the surrounding yin wind to suddenly reverse.
The next instant, Xuanjizi suddenly raised his remaining hand, black energy surging in his palm, and a dark and ancient banner emerged from his sleeve, hovering steadily in mid-air in front of him.
It was his most treasured, natal evil weapon—the Soul-Devouring Banner!
The banner was pitch black, and the cloth was made of some kind of ghostly skin. After a hundred years of being soaked in evil spirits, it shone with a dark and eerie light. Countless twisted skull patterns were densely engraved on the banner, each pattern was soaked in the blood of the dead, and every inch of the banner was entwined with endless vengeful spirits.
The moment the banners fluttered gently, the Yin energy throughout the entire Valley of Dry Corpses instantly went into chaos.
Compared to the Yin Soul Sword, Gu worms, and flying zombies he had previously unleashed, this Soul Devouring Banner was Xuanjizi's true killing weapon and one of his ultimate trump cards that had allowed him to dominate for a century and intimidate all sides.
Over the years, he has roamed the desolate mountains and marshes, slaughtered righteous sects, and suppressed evil forbidden lands. All the souls of those who died in battle and all the living beings he killed were devoured and refined by the Soul-Devouring Banner.
The banner is filled with tens of thousands of wronged souls, layer upon layer, accumulating and refusing to disperse, transforming into overwhelming resentment that lingers within the banner.
At the very center of these tens of thousands of wronged souls, he nourished them for a hundred years with his life's blood and countless vengeful spirits, giving birth to a unique, extremely evil and wicked demon.
That demon devours souls and spirits, enjoys drinking essence and blood, is unafraid of Taoist magic, and is fearless of death. It is his ultimate killing move, which he uses to crush powerful enemies and destroy sects. If he hadn't been forced into a desperate situation today, he would never have activated it so easily.
"You think that by crippling my arm and killing my mount, you've already won?"
Xuanjizi threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter shrill and manic, echoing throughout the entire valley. "Today I will show you what true evil power is! Thousands of wronged souls, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, be born!"
Om-! ! !
The Soul-Devouring Banner trembled violently, and all the skull patterns on its surface lit up with a scarlet blood light, instantly enveloping the entire world in a blinding crimson halo.
Thick black mist gushed out from the banner's mouth like a burst dam, instantly covering the entire Dry Corpse Valley, obscuring the sky and swallowing up the light, plunging the entire valley into a pitch-black, deathly darkness.
Waaaaah—
Suddenly, a cacophony of mournful, piercing, and desperate wails filled the air, densely packed, layer upon layer, omnipresent.
Countless translucent, vengeful black shadows emerged from the black mist. They were old and young, men and women, all of whom had been devoured by the Soul-Devouring Banner over the years. Every face was twisted and ferocious, covered in blood and tears, filled with endless resentment and violence.
Thousands upon thousands of wronged souls floated densely in mid-air, crowding together and blotting out the sky. Their scarlet ghostly eyes were fixed on Lin Yuan and An Xin at the bottom of the valley, and they kept emitting venomous roars.
Without any further instructions, thousands of wronged souls simultaneously erupted, transforming into streaks of pitch-black afterimages, carrying with them a bone-chilling cold and an aura of vengeful resentment, and crashing down upon the two of them.
These vengeful spirits are individually weak, but their numbers are terrifying. They are layered upon each other, fearless and relentless. Once they get close, they will frantically tear at flesh, devour souls, and absorb the yang energy of living beings. Ordinary cultivators will be drained of their essence and soul in an instant by thousands of vengeful spirits, turning into a skeleton.
"Damn! So many vengeful spirits? Don't worry, just be careful!" Lin Yuan's eyes were grave, and he said in a low voice, "I'll handle these ghosts!"
Evil spirits and malevolent forces fear most the pure Yang lightning and raging fire; this is the ironclad law of the balance of heaven and earth.
Ordinary physical attacks have little effect on vengeful spirits; only a large-scale application of pure Yang energy can eliminate a massive number of vengeful spirits in one go.
Lin Yuan clasped his hands together in front of his chest, unleashing a double burst of the Ancient Dragon King's supreme yang energy and divine thunder fire.
Crimson-gold flames shot up from his body and spread out instantly, transforming into a huge fiery shield that steadily enveloped the entire valley floor.
The raging fire was intensely hot and vast, with the yang energy surging in all directions. Any wronged soul that approached it would let out a shrill and piercing wail the moment it touched the flames. Its body would rapidly carbonize, melt, and disintegrate, turning into wisps of black smoke and disappearing without a trace.
sizzle-
The sounds of vengeful spirits melting upon contact with the fire were incessant, and the black mist in the sky was constantly burned and purified by the raging fire. However, the vengeful spirits surging out from the Soul-Devouring Banner were endless. As soon as the previous batch was burned to ashes, the next batch would immediately rush in to kill them, in an endless stream.
Countless wronged souls, fearless of death, frantically attacked the blazing light barrier, piling up layer upon layer outside the flames, using their own malevolent power to continuously erode the fire's might.
This relentless consumption caused Lin Yuan's spiritual energy to rapidly deplete, and the brightness of the blazing light shield gradually dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, countless scattered wronged souls began to merge and coalesce under the pull of the banner's resentful power. Several giant ghostly figures, far larger than ordinary wronged souls, slowly took shape, their bodies filled with resentment and their power surging. They were clearly ghost general-level fierce souls about to be born.
"These are the cores!" An Xin's eyes narrowed, instantly locking onto three giant ghostly figures that had condensed into form, and he decisively pulled the trigger.
boom! boom! boom!
Three bullets pierced the air in quick succession, moving with lightning speed, penetrating layers of black mist and hordes of ghosts, and accurately piercing the core souls of the three giant ghostly figures.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The three giant ghostly figures exploded instantly, and the dense aura of resentment spread out. Before it could spread further, it was completely burned and purified by the surrounding flames, and utterly destroyed.
Without the leadership of the core ghost general, the remaining scattered vengeful spirits instantly fell into disarray, their offensive faltered, and they could no longer muster the strength to break through the light barrier.