Chapter 2295: Yu Yin Master (End)

A shimmering green storage ring fell conspicuously to the ground.

Ma Yunbiao's face lit up with joy. As he reached out his right hand towards the green storage ring on the ground, a dark light flashed above his head. A pitch-black ghostly claw materialized, emitting astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations; it was clearly a Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure.

Ma Yunbiao reacted swiftly, swinging the black staff in his hand to strike the ghostly claw.

With a dull clang, the black ghostly claw was sent flying backward.

A mournful wail of a ghost echoed. Ma Yunbiao's head felt heavy, and his body went limp. Sensing something flying towards him, he quickly rolled onto the ground and felt a needle-like prick on his right arm.

No one noticed that the green storage ring had already vanished.

A graceful young woman in a black dress walked out of the cave. Her skin was as white as snow, her features were exquisite, and her full breasts seemed to strain against her clothes.

Judging by her spiritual power fluctuations, she was clearly a mid-stage Void Refinement cultivator.

Ma Yunbiao discovered in horror that his right arm had become stiff. Clearly, he had been afflicted by a strange poison.

He swung his black staff, conjuring numerous staff shadows that struck towards the young woman in black.

At the same time, pebbles, dry branches, and fallen leaves on the ground were stirred up by a strong wind, transforming into flying sword forms that rushed directly towards the young woman in black.

The young woman in black opened her cherry lips, and a shimmering black banner flew out. The banner's surface was covered with numerous ferocious ghostly faces, emitting astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations; it was clearly a low-grade Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure.

The black banner spun rapidly around her, unleashing a surge of gray gale that protected the young woman in black.

After a series of thunderous roars, waves of air rolled, and smoke and dust filled the sky.

As the air waves dispersed, Wang Qingshan, Lan Fukong, and Ma Yunbiao had already appeared in the distant sky. Lan Fukong stayed with Wang Qingshan, while the other Divine Transformation cultivators scattered in all directions.

"You go after those Divine Transformation cultivators; I'll deal with Ma Yunbiao," the young woman in black said. After saying this, she put away her black banner, transformed into a black streak of light, and pursued them. A flickering, blood-red ghostly figure flew towards the Divine Transformation cultivators, and soon, the mournful screams of both men and women could be heard.

Wang Qingshan and Lan Fukong stood on the Qian-guang Dunying Shuttle, with miserable screams occasionally echoing behind them.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, a little faster!" Lan Fukong urged, his voice anxious.

A mournful wail of a woman rang out, and Wang Qingshan and Lan Fukong felt their bodies go limp. Ripples appeared in the void above their heads, and a massive blood-red ghostly claw materialized, striking towards them.

Before the blood-red ghostly claw even landed, an extremely foul, bloody stench assaulted them.

Two streaks of yellow light suddenly shot out from underground, striking the blood-red ghostly claw, which then paused its descent.

Taking this opportunity, the Qian-guang Dunying Shuttle's escape light greatly intensified, causing the blood-red ghostly claw to strike nothing but air.

A bone-chilling Yin wind swept past, and a beautiful female ghost in blood-red robes suddenly blocked their path.

The blood-robed female ghost's eyes were blood-red, and her face bore blood-colored markings. She emitted astonishing Yin energy fluctuations, clearly a Void Refinement stage ghost creature.

Wang Qingshan performed a hand seal, and the Qian-guang Dunying Shuttle quickly descended onto a peak covered in black weeds.

"Sword cultivators! The people I hate most in this life are sword cultivators," the blood-robed female ghost said coldly, her gaze fixed on Wang Qingshan. "Do you want to commit suicide, or do you want me to do it?"

"Senior, please be magnanimous and overlook our insignificance; just consider us like a fart and let us go!" Lan Fukong's legs gave way, and he knelt down, pleading bitterly.

The blood-robed female ghost had clearly never encountered someone like Lan Fukong; upon hearing his words, she let out a chuckle.

"If you kill him, I can let you go," the blood-robed female ghost sneered.

Wang Qingshan performed a hand seal with his right hand, and numerous black weeds were uprooted, transforming into flying sword forms that rushed directly towards the blood-robed female ghost. Their sheer number was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

The blood-robed female ghost shook her sleeve, and gusts of Yin wind swept forth to meet them.

With thunderous roars, waves of air surged, and all the flying swords completely disintegrated.

A gust of Yin wind blew past, and the blood-robed female ghost suddenly appeared behind Wang Qingshan and Lan Fukong. A pair of blood-red ghostly claws shot directly towards them.

While differing by only one character, ghost cultivators and ghost creatures have vastly different divine abilities. Ghost cultivators are practitioners of the ghost path who possess their own life-bound magic treasures and a variety of attack methods. Ghost creatures, on the other hand, are spirits of varying appearances who rarely possess their own treasures and have fewer attack methods.

The ground suddenly lit up with a dazzling yellow light, and two streaks of yellow light shot out, rushing directly towards the blood-robed female ghost. The blood-robed female ghost dared not take them head-on; her body flickered, transforming into a gust of Yin wind and vanishing.

Wang Qingshan let out a loud roar. On a dirt slope over a hundred miles away, the blood-robed female ghost suddenly reappeared, emitting a mournful shriek.

A blue light flashed, and a shimmering blue orb suddenly appeared above the blood-robed female ghost's head. The orb's surface sparkled with countless blue electrical arcs; it was a Heavy Water Thunder Pearl, a powerful treasure refined by Wang Changsheng, and Wang Qingshan had obtained one.

After a series of thunderous roars, the Heavy Water Thunder Pearl exploded, transforming into a massive blue thunder light that engulfed an area of a hundred miles.

Wang Qingshan performed a hand seal, and the Qian-guang Dunying Shuttle's spiritual light greatly intensified as it flew towards the high sky.

They had just flown over a hundred miles when a piercing sound of air being torn came from behind them.

Wang Qingshan sensed something. He performed a hand seal, and nine Azure Glaze Swords flew out from his sword box, instantly merging into one to form a Heaven-supporting Great Sword that struck towards a black light.

With a clang, the black light was shattered.

A blood-red ghostly claw materialized, grabbing towards them. Wang Qingshan and Lan Fukong quickly dodged, but their shoulders were still struck by the ghostly claw. Lan Fukong's shoulder bore several horrifying bloody gashes, with bone faintly visible.

Wang Qingshan was unharmed, a shimmering spiritual inner armor faintly visible.

The blood-robed female ghost flew over from a distance, her body flickering in and out of view. She had clearly suffered heavy damage; having taken a Heavy Water Thunder Pearl, she wouldn't recover even if she drained the vital blood of two Void Refinement cultivators. She utterly loathed Wang Qingshan and had to kill him.

Wang Qingshan performed a sword incantation. After his body burst forth with blue light, he merged with the Heaven-supporting Great Sword, rushing directly towards the blood-robed female ghost.

Lan Fukong did not escape. He gently shook the blue whisk in his hand, and amidst a series of "chi-chi" tearing sounds, numerous blue silk threads shot out, rushing directly towards the blood-robed female ghost.

The blood-robed female ghost opened her mouth and spat out a blood-red ghost fire, striking towards the Heaven-supporting Great Sword, then transformed into a gust of Yin wind and vanished.

The Heaven-supporting Great Sword collided with the blood-red ghost fire and its speed slowed. However, soon after, a patch of blue flames surged from the Heaven-supporting Great Sword, dispersing the blood-red ghost fire.

Lan Fukong thought of something, and his face turned pale.

A gust of Yin wind blew past, and the blood-robed female ghost suddenly appeared behind him, her gaze venomous.

"Monster, dare not harm others!"

A cold female voice suddenly came from the sky. No sooner had the words fallen than a blue light suddenly shone above the blood-robed female ghost's head, and a string of blue Buddhist beads suddenly appeared there.

The blue Buddhist beads instantly enlarged, ensnaring the blood-robed female ghost. As a series of Sanskrit chants echoed, the blood-robed female ghost let out mournful screams. Her body erupted with blood-red light, but it was useless.

Innumerous Buddhist runes emerged from the blue Buddhist beads, and wisps of blue smoke rose from the blood-robed female ghost's body as her aura grew weaker and weaker.

A Heaven-supporting Great Sword shot forth, piercing through her body.

After letting out an agonizing scream, the blood-robed female ghost transformed into a black orb and fell to the ground.

A long blue rainbow flew from a distance. Not long after, it stopped above Lan Fukong, revealing a nun with a jade-like complexion. The nun had long hair draped over her shoulders, and her blue monastic robe fluttered in the wind.

"Grandmaster Yuyin, how did you come here?" Lan Fukong asked, his face full of fawning flattery.