The ghost stretched out its ghost hand and grabbed all these people.
Suddenly a dazzling golden light burst out from it, and the ghost screamed and suddenly retracted its claws that were emitting smoke.
Tianbao was seen emitting golden arcs of electricity all over his body, driving away all the evil spirits around him, and with a flash of light, he turned around and fled.
"This damn divine thunder!" The ghost screamed angrily, turning into a black cloud and shooting out, and continued to split into countless evil spirits that flew out one after another.
Seeing this, Dongfang Zimo in the distance drew out his two swords. The light flashed and dense thunder spread out.
However, those evil spirits were not affected and were all bombarded.
At this critical moment, Tianbao condensed a golden barrier to protect the three of them. The barrier made a sizzling sound, all formed by the gathering of golden arcs.
Although it could withstand some attacks, there were so many evil spirits that the barrier soon exploded.
Seeing those evil spirits swarming in, a fierce sword energy slashed out, sweeping away all these evil spirits.
"Huh? Who is this?" The ghost was startled for a moment, staring at the dark sword in Dongfang Zimo's hand in surprise.
"This aura...could it be the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure!" The ghost sensed that the sword was emitting a powerful and sinister aura, and cried out in surprise.
"Hehe! I happen to lack a magic weapon that I can use, and this sword is just right!" The ghost let out a creepy laugh, and at the same time a large amount of ghost mist poured out around it, and the ghost king gradually disappeared.
Dongfang Zimo's expression changed in the air and he jumped out of the sky.
"You two stay there and don't move, Tianbao protects them!" After Dongfang Zimo said to the two of them, a light flashed from his body, the divine magic aura condensed out, and the aura on his body continued to rise.
Yaoyu nodded with a pale face, covering her chest nervously.
Tianbao Long roared, and a golden barrier was propped up to protect himself and the two women.
Dongfang Zimo looked around solemnly. Under the ghost mist, his vision was all white, and even his spiritual sense could only detect a distance of several tens of feet.
At this moment, Dongfang Zimo suddenly frowned and slashed behind him with his sword.
There was a sound of metal collision, and a ghost king with angry eyes and thorns all over his body suddenly appeared behind him.
"You can actually find me." The ghost king's gloomy voice came from behind, and the evil energy released from his body shook Dongfang Zimo away.
"Although your Excellency is a late-stage Nascent Soul monk, your aura is so weak, I don't know how much strength you can exert." Dongfang Zimo, who was shaken away, instead of feeling scared, said calmly.
The Ghost King seemed to be angered by Dongfang Zimo's words. He opened his mouth wide and spit out a beam of blue light.
Seeing this, Dongfang Zimo continuously poured mana into the Thousand Souls Blade. In an instant, a fierce sword energy burst out, and there were faint ghosts in it, making the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.
The god of heaven in the sky slowly opened his eyes, grabbed the void with his five fingers, and a lightsaber condensed out, slashing out a huge lightsaber.
The Ghost King suddenly let out a shocking cry, and the light beam he sprayed was shattered by the dark red sword energy.
Seeing the two sword energies surging forward, all the long thorns on the Ghost King's body fell off one after another, condensing into a bone shield to block the disaster in front of him.
Even so, the bone shield still shattered under the sword energy of Thousand Souls Blade.
The Ghost King was immediately drawn into the sword energy.
"Ah! The little golden elixir cultivator An Gan is so arrogant!" The Ghost King suddenly burst out with powerful evil energy that shook away the surrounding sword energy. His entire body became illusory and his aura became a little unstable.
The Ghost King spread out his arms, and balls of purple-blue will-o'-the-wisps emerged around him, and then all of them blasted towards Dongfang Zimo.
Dongfang Zimo, whose mana had been drained, was as pale as paper, and the divine dharma on his body also dissipated due to the lack of mana to maintain it.
At this moment, the Thousand Souls Blade in his hand suddenly became restless, and even broke away from Dongfang Zimo's hand and floated in the air.
"At this time!" Dongfang Zimo looked at him in surprise.
I saw that the Thousand Souls Blade continued to exude a dark red aura, and formed a barrier to block the will-o'-the-wisps. Some evil spirits around were also continuously drawn into the Thousand Souls Blade's aura and disappeared.
The Ghost King's body was slightly out of control, and he was so frightened that he tried to stop him.
The aura exuded by Thousand Souls' Blade is getting stronger and stronger, and the Ghost King is gradually losing control.
"Not good!" The Ghost King has all his magic power and wants to break through the space and escape from this place.
But as time goes by, the suction force emitted by the Thousand Souls Blade becomes more and more terrifying. The surrounding wind is strong, and the original ghost mist has been blown away. The surrounding evil spirits form a vortex and are sucked into the Thousand Souls Blade.
After struggling for a long time, the Ghost King still inhaled it.
For a time, the place became dead quiet, all evil spirits disappeared, and the evil spirit nearby became very thin.
After the Thousand Souls Blade absorbed these evil spirits, it fell to the ground with all its aura lost.
Dongfang Zimo was stunned, and after hesitation he picked up the Thousand Souls Blade from the ground.
"Zimo, that ghost king was actually destroyed by you!"
Yaoyu and others who came over at this time looked at him in shock after seeing the scene just now.
Dongfang Zimo did not answer anything, but stroked the Thousand Souls Blade with a solemn expression. He felt that the sword was a bit more powerful than before, and even had an extra breath of life, as if it had become a living thing.
Dongfang Zimo penetrated the sword with his expression, and immediately noticed that there was a strange aura remaining in it, and forced it out.
A black shadow flew out from the Thousand Souls Blade, and the originally thin evil energy around it suddenly thickened a bit. A tall ghost appeared in the sky, screamed like a mad ghost, and bumped around in the air.
"Ghost King!" Dongfang Zimo screamed, but he calmed down in the next second because he found that the ghost king's aura actually dropped from the late Yuanying stage to the early stage, and was still vaguely restrained by his own soul.
"What are you doing standing still? Run away!" Yaoyu, who was riding on Tianbao, urged Dongfang Zimo anxiously.
"Wait a minute, that Ghost King seems to have become my sword soul..." Dongfang Zimo said in shock.
"What, sword soul?" Yaoyu seemed to have never heard of it.
"In order to strengthen the magical weapon of destiny, some monks will hunt powerful monsters and use their demon souls to seal in the magical weapon to become the sword soul." Dongfang Zimo stared at the crazy ghost king with bright eyes, and felt in his heart
I'm very confused as to why this Thousand Soul Blade would take the initiative to attack.
"So, this ghost king has now become your sword soul!" Yaoyu said excitedly with his eyes widened.
"That's right." Dongfang Zimo nodded. It may be because the Ghost King himself is a dead soul, and his vitality was severely injured, so he was sealed in the sword by the Thousand Souls Blade.