You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 802: Yaksha's Innate Magical Power

A flash of fire passed by, the negative energy dissipated, and the sky and earth were clear. Only the young man who looked like a yaksha had an extremely ugly expression on his face. He looked at Changqing who was approaching, and seemed to have made some kind of decision. Inside his chest, a black, glowing, multi-faceted core was spinning wildly.

It is obvious at first glance that he is using the ghost core in such a desperate way.

Chang Qing paused. How about avoiding the sharp edge? He stopped and dodged to the back. Seeing this, Yaksha could not let him escape, so he rushed towards Chang Qing without saying a word.

"The underworld summons you, the gates of hell open!" The black-eyed young man bit his fingertips and used the dark blood to quickly draw a spell pattern in the air. Not far away, a dark, rotten door appeared, with a cold and gloomy air. Soon, dark shadows rushed out from it.

Chang Qing was stunned. Why didn't this go according to the rules?

Counting them, there were a total of eighty-one black shadows, containing power that was no weaker than that of the black-eyed boy.

Play big.

After a head-on collision with the charging black shadow, it was Changqing who retreated this time. The opponent's ghost claws were so hard that the sword couldn't even cut them. It seemed that the ghost claws had been strengthened and were comparable to fine iron.

"Come again!" Chang Qing let go completely, his figure became blurred, and he kept swinging his sword. Sword shadows kept lighting up, the sound of metal echoed, but only sparks could be seen flying.

The erratic and messy afterimages made many people in the Kaihua realm dizzy.

After a few breaths, the sound of a bluestone floor tile being crushed was heard, and a figure appeared in the Changqing Zhongyu area, but it kept retreating. It had to insert its sword into the ground and half-kneel to stop its movement.

A streak of blood dripped from the blade, and they saw that Changqing's knuckles had broken open and his hands were shaking slightly.

“Hahahaha, it doesn’t feel good, right? This is called Ghost Miasma, which is condensed by a special method. It is said to be indestructible. Use this thing to protect your body. Even if you are in the Enlightenment Realm, what can it do? You will still be slowly consumed to death by these eighty-one Yakshas of mine!”

The young man with black pupils grinned. He originally wanted to absorb the vitality from Chang Qing, but for some reason, after several exchanges, he could not detect the vitality in the other party with his perception of life. This made it difficult for him to do so for a while. He could only exhaust the other party's spiritual power and kill him first. Otherwise, if the other party escaped and the news leaked out, he and Xuanyang Tower would be doomed.

Chang Qing stood up, holding his chest. He felt really uncomfortable after taking a hard blow from the black-eyed young man. His clothes were torn and full of claw marks. Each of the black shadows of Yaksha in the sky could be transformed into the main body by the black-eyed young man, who would attack him from behind and made them extremely difficult to deal with.

"Can't break it? Haha, as long as it's a magic, there will be flaws. How can it be unbreakable!" No one noticed that after Changqing's hand left the chest, there was a hint of golden light between the fingertips.

Wiping away the blood from the blade, Changqing remained proud.

"A trapped beast will still fight. Never mind. It's rare to meet an opponent like you. It doesn't hurt to put in a little more effort!" Yaksha snorted coldly.

"It's a pity that I have a tough life and it's hard for me to die. The outcome is yet to be decided, so you'd better not be careless!" Chang Qing stood sideways with a sword in his hand, looking at the eighty-one black shadows of Yaksha without any fear.

The next moment, Changqing's figure disappeared again, and eighty-one Yakshas attacked together. Just when everyone thought the result would remain the same, in the blink of an eye, the black-eyed young man appeared again outside the Yaksha encirclement.

"How is this possible?!" The young man looked at the fiery red sword wound on his arm. The fire poison was spreading into his body. The protective ghost energy that he was so proud of was no longer effective.

A shrill scream was heard in the distance, and a voice rang out: "Slay the demon!"

The sword tide surged and condensed into countless sword shadows, as vast and dazzling as the sun, and then turned into a sword net, covering more than eighty Yaksha shadows.

The sword intent was approaching, with a bit of elegance. The fiery red sword energy ignored the protective ghost energy of these ghosts and passed through their bodies.

The ghost didn't even have time to struggle. Facing this mighty power of heaven and earth, which seemed to be the most masculine and powerful, it was as fragile as thin ice under the scorching sun!

Zizizi!

The ear-piercing sound of melting rang out! The dense ghost energy evaporated and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye! Countless ghosts hidden in the ghost energy didn't even have time to scream before they turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated between heaven and earth!

The brilliance of the sword net was imprinted in the eyes of the black-eyed young man. He could not imagine how the figure, who did not look very tall, did it.

In just one breath, the ghost cries in the sword net subsided and turned into nothingness, and were completely purified.

There was finally a trace of fluctuation in the young man's black pupils, that was fear.

A breeze blew beside him: "Aren't you just half a ghost? Why are you so afraid of death? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you tell others?" The teasing voice sounded, but it made the other person shiver.

Changqing in the distance had disappeared.

"You..." Before he could finish his words, the young man's body suddenly tensed up, staring blankly at the sword tip emerging from his chest.

He drew out the long sword, and saw a few drops of black blood flowing on it being burned into ash by a golden light: "Sorry, I want to see if this half-human, half-ghost can't die~"

"Your blood is so dark, it seems you are not really considered human."

Chang Qing stood aside and talked to himself, as if he didn't care about the ferocious Yaksha beside him, and played with his sword by himself.

The yaksha was completely helpless against this sudden sword attack. It seemed a bit too presumptuous, but he felt more of a fear.

This young man was too strong. Each of the eighty-one Yaksha phantoms reflected his entire cultivation level, but they were all destroyed by the young man's sword.

He knew now that there was definitely something seriously wrong with the young man in front of him. He clearly had the ability to kill him instantly, but he had to pretend that the fight with him was very strenuous. This was absolutely not normal. He was acting, not only fooling himself, but also fooling those people above him.

"How did you break the ghost energy that protected your body?" Yaksha finally asked what was in his mind.

"The blood between a person's eyebrows and the tip of his middle finger has the most yang energy! It can destroy evil and slay monsters. It's a pity that you, a ghost, don't even know this?" Chang Qing pretended to be surprised and looked at the huge Yaksha carefully.

The answer was irrelevant. A feeling of powerlessness spread in Yasha's heart. From beginning to end, the young man in front of him did not take him seriously. Even his answer was so perfunctory. Blood from the eyebrow and fingertips! How could it be possible to cut through the protective ghost energy? These were just folk rumors. It was too ridiculous.

Chang Qing really didn't have a good impression of this Yaksha. According to legend, he had a cruel personality and liked to eat people. After seeing his true form with a strong blood aura, he put him on the list of those to be killed. It seemed that this guy must have eaten a lot of people, otherwise he wouldn't have such cultivation. Besides, he needed to become famous, which was one of his original purposes.

The faint murderous intent could not escape Yaksha's eyes. He was horrified and wanted to retreat, but he found that the murderous intent was coming from all directions. One person had blocked all his retreat routes, and he only had one choice.

A desperate fight.

"Bang~"

It was like black and gray ghost energy coming towards you, constantly churning, compressing, condensing, and turning into countless white bones. The surroundings completely turned into a ghost domain. The black energy gradually condensed, and two large seal-like millstones were constantly grinding back and forth. The wailing of thousands of ghosts pierced the eardrums.

Changqing looked at the black fog around him, which was difficult to see through, and felt something was wrong.