C4 Congregations of ghosts

However, it was a bit too difficult to deal with evil existences like resentful ghosts and evil spirits. Although he had followed his master and cultivated for more than a decade by his side since he was young, cultivation was something that required time to slowly accumulate and precipitate. At his age and cultivation level, it was impossible to fight against these highly cultivated ghosts.

However, the ghost seemed to be deliberately trying to scare him, and after a moment, it once again let out a soft sigh. This time, the sigh was even more bitter and resentful than the last time, as if the whole world owed it something. Although this sigh was small, it went straight to the depths of one's heart and continuously lingered in one's ears.

The little cultivator couldn't help but gulp and once again clenched the peach wood sword in his hand. Only by using his master's magic tool could he find a sliver of safety.

He looked around and saw the same rolling black fog. It was even thicker than before, and the small path grew braver as it angrily said, "What the hell are you, why haven't you shown yourself yet? If you anger the Dao Lord, your soul will definitely be destroyed!"

Just as he finished speaking, a burst of creepy laughter came from all directions. It was sinister and filled with endless ridicule and disdain. After the laughter ended, that voice rang again, "Hehe …" "You're just a young daoist priest, yet your tone of speech is quite impressive. Let me see how capable you are to beat me to death …"

Accompanying this voice, a cold wind suddenly blew from all directions. Small whirlwinds brought a thick black mist and converged towards a certain direction, causing the entire space to instantly become even colder. The little Daoist couldn't help but shiver as he looked in the direction where the small whirlwinds gathered.

Before long, the small black tornadoes gradually gathered and formed into a black figure. The surrounding cold wind continued to blow, lifting up the black figure's clothes. It had its back facing the little cultivator, and its long black hair fell down to its waist.

Just by looking at its back, one could tell it was a female. It had a very graceful figure and its entire body was wrapped in a black-coloured robe. Just by looking at the material of the clothes, it seemed that the ghost in front of their eyes was an old ghost.

As the little cultivator thought this, he didn't dare to be careless. He held the peach wood sword tightly and focused all of his remaining spiritual energy on the peach wood sword. The peach wood sword faintly glowed with a faint cyan light.

The ghost girl had her back facing the little cultivator and let out another sigh. She moved her body like a machine and all the sounds that came into the little cultivator's ears were the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

The little Daoist knew clearly in his heart that when a powerful ghost appeared, it wanted you to see what it looked like, and what you saw was what it looked like. However, this female ghost was still quite good.

The little Daoist did not dare to move. He was still scared, but he still said stubbornly, "Don't play tricks in front of the Dao Lord. The Dao Lord did not accept your trick, and the ghosts that died in his hands are at least eight hundred. If not, then hurry up and get out of his way."

The ghost slowly turned around, revealing a delicate and lovely face. It had almond-shaped eyes and a cherry mouth, but its skin was covered in a layer of death aura, and it looked like a fake person made out of paper. He first sized up the little Daoist, then giggled and stretched his waist, and lazily said, "I don't know which kind person made this place with such a pure yin aura. It's so comfortable inside, and even prepared a delicious meal for this old lady. "Heehee …"

At that moment, he raised the peach wood sword in his hand and stuck his index finger into his mouth. He then bit into it, using the pure Yang blood on his finger to wipe the surface of the peach wood sword, but when he saw that the azure wood sword's glow grew bright, and many mysterious runes appeared on the sword's body once again, becoming even clearer than before, the little Daoist took the sword, stained with his pure Yang blood, and quickly walked away, thrusting it towards the resentful ghost's chest. The little Taoist was still smiling like a little ghost.

He felt a sharp pain on his back, as if a hot iron was imprinted on his back, he quickly turned his head, and when he saw what was happening, he couldn't help but be shocked, but seeing that the vengeful spirit was still standing behind him with a smile that was not a smile, he smiled and said, "Little Taoist, don't be so anxious, let's slowly play …." "Heehee …"

The young Daoist immediately turned around and slashed at the female ghost again, but his speed was still a bit too slow. In just a moment, he was grabbed by the vengeful spirit's wrist, and that resentful ghost's hand was bone-chilling cold, and the young Daoist felt his hand go numb for a moment. With a slight tremble, the peach wood sword in his hand fell to the ground, becoming dim.

As the resentful ghost was so close to the little Daoist, the cold and gloomy aura it emitted spread to his body, causing all the blood in his body to freeze. He tried to move his hands, trying to break free from the restraints of the resentful ghost, but the resentful ghost's hands were like iron pincers that tightly gripped his hands, unable to move at all.

Just as the little Daoist secretly lamented that his little life was about to come to an end here, suddenly, in the direction of the black fog, a lot of lone souls appeared, howling and floating towards him. Moreover, the number of these lone souls was increasing, until now, the Yin Gathering Formation had summoned almost all of the ghosts within a few miles of radius, and the number was also increasing continuously. A single resentful ghost was not an enemy, with so many of them charging over, it seemed that his soul would be taken away by those ghosts.

The little Daoist turned his head to look around, but in the blink of an eye, there were dozens of ghosts surrounding them. All of them had greedy looks on their faces, as if they were wolves that had starved for days without eating.

His body emitted a layer of white cold air, and at this moment, the resentful ghost's originally fair and charming face immediately turned malevolent. In the blink of an eye, his pair of clear eyes turned crimson like blood, and the veins on his face bulged out like earthworms covering his entire face, and a few fangs grew out of his mouth. His black hair danced in the wind as he used his pair of scarlet eyes to glare fiercely at the surrounding ghosts, sternly saying, "This little Taoist is the old lady, whoever takes another step forward will swallow it, and you can try!"

However, this little Daoist had such a strong soul force that was extremely tempting to this little ghost. Even if it was just a little bit of soul force inside his body, it could still be consumed, allowing him to stay in this world for a few more years. In front of such a strong temptation, there were a few bold and fearless ghosts that looked at each other and rushed towards the little Daoist together.

Once he said those words, the resentful ghost suddenly released the little cultivator's hand and grabbed onto a ghost that was charging at the very front of the group of ghosts. The ghost struggled violently for a while, trying to struggle free from the resentful ghost's hand, but to no avail. The resentful ghost suddenly opened its mouth and moved in front of the ghost's head.

Before the remaining few wandering souls could reach the side of the young Daoist, they were flung dozens of meters away by the resentful ghosts with a flick of their sleeves.

However, none of the ghosts dared to approach. The resentful ghost laughed coldly and said, "Don't worry, I only absorb half of this little Taoist's soul force. I'll split the remaining half, but if anyone dares to snatch it, I'll definitely devour it alive."

The cultivation experience of resentful ghosts was not something these lone souls could compare to. Once these words were said, no one dared to step forward.

At that time, when the resentful ghost released his hand, the little Daoist wanted to think of an opportunity. Originally, he wanted to form a few finger seals and sneak attack the resentful ghost, but he discovered that his hand had already been frozen into a lump of ice by the ice-cold aura of the resentful ghost.

That resentful ghost turned around, and on his malevolent face, there was even a trace of a strange smile. He chuckled and said, "Little Taoist, are you in a hurry? I'll send you on your way right now."