The black clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the air was filled with endless pressure.

One after another, figures with strange lights flickered in the clouds.

"It's coming. ”

The steward cowered down beside the stairs and looked up at the strange state of the sky.

Ghost Eater!

Twenty years ago, Ling Tengyun once relied on this trick to destroy a sect with more than 700 cultivators in half an hour.

To this day, the manager still remembers that scene.

Every time a ghost shadow falls, it will take the life of a cultivator in the Yudan period, even if it is a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, once he meets multiple ghosts, he will only have to hold his head and run away.

The ghosts chase the enemy, never dying, and if they are targeted, even if they flee to the ends of the earth, it will not help.

The resentment revealed above the ghost shadow was constantly tangled and tangled in the black clouds, as if they were just waiting for an order, and they would rush out and pounce on the short figure on the ground with ferocity.

"How are you going to deal with this move?"

The manager turned his gaze to the little man, only to find that the other party had actually inserted the long sword in his hand back into the scabbard behind his back.

Is this just giving up?

No, something is wrong!

Although it was only for a short moment, the chief manager could clearly feel that the moment the long sword was sheathed, the little man's momentum suddenly rose a little.

"Dang Chang—"

The hilt of the sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Why did this sword break?

The chief manager was puzzled, and at this moment, the little man took out another sword with a cold light.

The same action of returning the sword into the sheath, and then dropping the hilt of the broken sword body as well.

The momentum of the little man has increased again.

"There's a play!"

The steward was overjoyed.

If this situation continues, and when the little man's momentum rises to an extremely terrifying level, then his blow will have earth-shattering power!

The dwarf walked slowly, step by step, leaving a footprint and a hilt of his sword every time he took a step.

Ling Tengyun finally sensed that something was wrong, and planned to take the lead before the little man finished gathering momentum.

"Uh-"

As soon as he gave the order, the ghosts in the sky fell one after another, and they pounced fiercely towards the little man.

The black clouds covered the sun, the ghosts were heavy, and the guards guarding the gate of the temple were already shaking their legs, standing unsteadily, and only thinking about escaping far away.

However, when the ghosts approached three feet in front of the little man, they let out a strange cry and turned their heads and jumped back into the black clouds!

A faint illusory image slowly appeared behind the little man, this illusion was seven feet tall, standing with his hands in his hands, his face was indifferent, as if everything in the world had not entered his eyes.

"Click-"

The green bricks on the ground seemed to be unable to withstand the power of the illusion, and cracked one after another.

The illusion appeared, but the little man did not stop, and continued to take out a long sword from the storage bag and insert it into the sheath.

With the rhythmic sound of the hilt of the sword falling to the ground, the illusion behind the little man gradually changed from an illusory state to a substance, and his figure gradually grew taller.

Even though Ling Tengyun was in mid-air, he could feel that a strong killing intent was erupting from the phantom's body, and the resentment of those ghosts hiding in the black cloud was nothing compared to the killing intent revealed by this illusion.

The ghosts who pounced on the little man just now were frightened away by this killing intent.

"Boom!"

The spiritual power in Ling Tengyun's body suddenly exploded, turning into a huge pillar of pitch-black light that soared into the sky, plunging straight into the black cloud. A tyrannical wave spread along the clouds, and the ghosts were urged by the spiritual power to suddenly become restless.

"Uh-"

Ling Tengyun ordered again.

The ghosts were strengthened, no longer afraid of killing intent, their eyes flashed with scarlet light, and they turned into a pitch-black wave, sweeping towards the position of the dwarf.

"Let's shoot!" the manager's pupils contracted violently, "It's too late!"

"Ahh

The little man seemed dissatisfied with Ling Tengyun's action too fast, sighed lightly, inserted the long sword in his hand into the scabbard behind his back, and then slightly separated his feet, his body was half-squatting, and his right hand held the hilt of the sword.

The little man moved, and the illusion behind him also moved.

I saw that the illusion raised his hand slightly, and the surrounding killing intent immediately retracted into his palm, condensing into a transparent long sword. Then, the illusion gripped his sword tightly and assumed the same pose as the dwarf.

I only heard a clear groan from the scabbard behind the little man, and the whole world suddenly stopped.

It seems that whether it is the black clouds in the sky, or the ghosts constantly emerging from the black clouds, or even the air currents driven by the flying ghosts, they have all become part of an ink painting.

The only thing that jumps out of the picture is the illusion behind the dwarf.

The sword in the phantom's hand made an arc in the air.

Then, inch by inch, the arc expanded outward, passing over the tiles, plants, rocks, palaces, and ghosts that stood in its path......

I don't know how long it took, but the pause finally stopped, and the still image continued to flow.

"What about the sword-wielding phantom?

The manager didn't know that the move was over, and when he saw the phantom dissipate inexplicably, he thought something was wrong.

It was only at this time that the effect of the Phantom Sword finally appeared—a white light suddenly burst out of the sky, like a meteor across the sky, leaving a series of shining trails in the pitch-black sky.

Then, among the ghosts, there seemed to be fireworks blooming, and a series of fires burst out.

The dazzling firelight passed along the ghost shadow all the way to the black clouds, and the sword qi rushed and exploded.

The breeze blew, and the black clouds dissipated, revealing a clear sky.

The little man's sword made the sky clear again, and under the light of the sun, the horror on Ling Tengyun's face was particularly obvious.

Although he had already judged that this person's next move was definitely not simple based on the rising momentum on the little man's body, he never expected that this move would be so strong that it seemed to be able to compete with the might of heaven and earth.

If the target of this move is himself, will he be able to carry it?

Ling Tengyun was not sure, and even felt that even if he used all the means, if he met this move head-on, he would only end up in pieces.

Fortunately, the target of this move was only ghosts and black clouds, not him.

"Why don't you fight that old thief!"

The steward watched from the sidelines, eager to rush up and grab the little man by the collar and ask why.

This move is so powerful, if it hits the old thief, it will definitely make him seriously injured, but this guy didn't hit anyone, but chose to destroy the ghost and the black cloud.

Obviously killed Ling Tengyun, the ghost shadows and black clouds he summoned would naturally dissipate.

Isn't that redundant?

The manager really couldn't figure it out.

"This sword is only for the transcendent soul. The next sword is for you. The little man raised his head and looked at Ling Tengyun and said lightly.