Chapter 625 - Middle-stage of Gold Core (1/2)

Chapter 625 Middle-stage of Gold Core

“You ignorant boy, I’ll extract your soul and burn it with Yin Fire for 49 days. You’ll never be reincarnated!”

Yi Chenzi shouted in anger and then took out a small black flag.

The triangular flag was about the size of a human palm. There were no patterns on it and it was jet black in color.

He shook the small flag gently and an invisible force suddenly enveloped Qin Haodong.

It was called the Soul-taking flag, which was an extremely malicious weapon. The flag was even more powerful than the Soul-taking Spell and could absorb people’s souls in a second.

The flag might be destructive to others, but it did not work on Qin Haodong. With his strong Spirit, he hardly felt any difference when attacked by it. A slight shiver passed through his spirit but soon disappeared into thin air.

He took a step forward to protect Nalan Wushuang. Then he said with a mocking smile, “Old faker, it seems that your rubbish doesn’t work at all.”

Yi Chenzi was astonished and could not understand why the Soul-taking flag, which had destroyed so many enemies, did not work this time.

“Boy, be patient. I’ll let you enjoy the bites of hundreds of thousands of ghosts.”

He put away the Soul-taking flag and took out a small black porcelain bottle. He opened it and with a big puff of red smoke, hundreds of ghosts rushed out of the bottle.

Yi Chenzi and Master Zha were disciples of the same master, so their skills were nearly the same. But the ghosts in his bottle were much more powerful than that of Master Zha’s. In an instant, there were ghosts for miles around. They were crying and shouting, making the place a living hell.

The leader among them was a red-robed ghost. It was obviously the king of all these ghosts. It looked fierce and suddenly sprang toward Qin Haodong with a horrible scream.

Qin Haodong frowned and was about to take out his Yin-Yang mirror. But the monk’s staff in Nalan Wushuang’s hands suddenly moved. The 12 golden loops vibrated without the help of any wind, making a sweet sound. Then the entire monk’s staff shone with a golden light.

The golden light was as sharp as a sword. All those ghosts who were crying out, were killed immediately after being exposed to the Buddha’s light.

The monk’s staff killed all the ghosts in a second and Qin Haodong did not even have to raise a finger. Then the golden light disappeared and calm finally returned to the place.

Nalan Wushuang was surprised. She did not expect that the staff in her hands was such a powerful weapon. No wonder Qin Haodong spent so much money on it.

Qin Haodong looked at the monk’s staff and nodded with satisfaction. It was definitely a divine weapon and could release such a bright light by itself. Its power would at least be increased ten times more if controlled by a practitioner.

Yi Chenzi stared at the bottle in his hand and he was almost heartbroken. He had devoted himself to fostering those spirits, but all of them were killed in a second.

At the same time, he realized that the monk’s staff was a precious weapon. Why hadn’t he noticed it in the auction?

“Kid, give me the staff and the snake-head sculpture and I’ll spare your life.”

Qin Haodong glanced at him as if he was an idiot and then sneered, “What’s wrong with you? Why should I give the treasures to you? Do you think I’m an idiot like you?”

“What…” Yi Chenzi said with great anger, “How dare you! I can still kill you even if you have the monk’s staff! Go to hell!”

He raised his hand and more than a dozen talismans suddenly appeared in the air. They burned without fire and then some golden runes emerged. All of them turned into wind blades and swarmed toward Qin Haodong.

It was the Wind-blade Spell made by Yi Chenzi. Each rune could transform into a wind blade and he had used it to kill many great masters.

Qin Haodong glanced at those wind blades and mocked, “How dare you use this rubbish against me!”

Then he pinched his fingers and made an incantation. He pointed at Yi Chenzi and a gust of wind suddenly appeared and swept away all the wind blades.

The wind blades could resist the attack of the sword, but it was no match for Qin Haodong’s strong wind. They disappeared into thin air in a second.

Yi Chenzi’s expression suddenly changed, but he soon realized something and then sneered, “No wonder you’re so arrogant. It turns out that you can use some magic arts. But has your master told you that a master of magic arts must stay away from the warriors?”

“But that’s understandable. After all, no one knows that I’m a master of both magic and martial arts. Go to hell!”

Yi Chenzi suddenly pulled out the sword on his back as he stopped speaking and turned it into a stream of light to cleave Qin Haodong on his head.

The combination of martial arts and magic arts had always been his secret and pride.

Generally speaking, it was already very difficult for a practitioner to make achievements in either of these two fields and most people would find it impossible to combine them together. For example, his junior brother Zha Liang could not do this.

Therefore, Yi Chenzi was very proud and complacent. He believed that Qin Haodong would definitely be killed even though he was good at magic arts.