In the future, Earth becomes a relic of the mythical era.

Chapter 65 The Power of Legend

Chapter 65 The Power of Legend
This thing seemed to be really waiting for him to draw its eyebrows, holding the eyebrow pencil and remaining motionless.

She chuckled softly, her shyness revealing a hint of allure.

"My lord, hurry..."

"To paint the concubine's eyebrows..."

"After tonight, we will be bound by a vow of eternal love, and grow old together..."

As Xie Lingxin drew closer, the female ghost's voice seemed to grow increasingly shy and joyful.

He became increasingly nervous and excited...

"it is good!"

Xie Lingxin reached out and took her hand.

"I'll draw your eyebrows!"

With a firm grip, I actually managed to grasp it firmly.

It is soft jade, but it lacks warmth and fragrance.

It's bone-chilling cold, like a thousand-year-old cold jade buried underground.

Xie Lingxin grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.

He suddenly pulled her into his arms.

"My lord, you haven't drawn your eyebrows yet..."

The female ghost shyly looked up in his arms, and even through the red veil, her charm was still palpable.

"I'll draw a mud horse!"

Xie Lingxin hugged him tightly with both arms.

"With my utmost sincerity, I have moved the Three Realms. I obey Heaven's will and bestow divine titles upon Him!"

"All divine powers and divine decrees shall be obeyed wherever they are bestowed!"

As soon as a spiritual substance entered his mouth, thunder roared and lightning surged around him!
"what--!"

The female ghost let out a shrill, mournful scream.

The red dress billowed wildly amidst the violent thunder, and as the red veil fell, it revealed a face that evoked pity.

Her delicate brows and bright eyes were filled with sorrow and despair: "My lord..."

"Die!!"

Xie Lingxin was like a boorish man who didn't understand romance. This poignant and beautiful sentiment could evoke pity in many people, but he remained completely unmoved.

Thunder roared and lightning surged.

Thick, bluish-black lightning bolts resembled thousands of dragons and snakes, surging with a terrifying aura.

Centered on Xie Lingxin and the female ghost, it twisted and stretched its body wantonly.

"boom!"

Thunder roared and lightning flashed.

The light illuminated the forest, which had become dark and gloomy as night approached.

That red wedding dress became particularly eye-catching.

I wonder if ghosts feel fear.

But Xie Lingxin felt that the female ghost was not without the power to fight back.

But it doesn't.

She simply lifted her head in his arms, looking at him quietly with those sorrowful, poignant, and intensely loving eyes.

Xie Lingxin felt a chill run down her spine.

Even Yin Lei couldn't kill him?

Fight!

Gritting his teeth, he quickly pulled out the Yellow God's Seal from his pocket and smashed it heavily on the female ghost's head like a stone.

"boom!"

The void itself seemed to tremble slightly.

"what!"

This blow seemed to have struck its vital point.

His figure suddenly became illusory.

Thunder raged, surging forth.

The air was filled with flying ashes, creating an eerie and desolate atmosphere.

Streaks of lightning coiled and spread like dragons and snakes.

Paper ash and lightning, entangled endlessly.

The three people who were struggling with the clay figures couldn't help but turn their heads.

Xie Lingxin felt as if her body was being rapidly drained of energy.

A feeling of weakness and powerlessness spread throughout my body.

But he still clung tightly to the female ghost.

At this moment, the female ghost's red veil fell, her long hair flew up, and her red dress fluttered wildly.

A pale, beautiful face, filled with pain and resentment.

All of this happened in a mere instant.

Thunder roared, and in an instant, the female ghost collapsed into his arms.

The female ghost's eyes seemed to hold a complex mix of sorrowful love, but this didn't last long amidst the surging, dark blue lightning before it was swallowed up.

"Ugh……"

A mournful sigh escaped, and in an instant, along with the female ghost, they exploded into a shower of bluish-gray ash. Then, amidst a sky filled with lightning and dragons, they vanished in a flash, turning into blue smoke.

"Crack!"

"Bear!"

Thunder spread like silk threads and a net, and the gray hillside was instantly engulfed in black flames.

In the blink of an eye, Fallen Soul Slope transformed into a purgatory of bluish-black flames.

It burned out in just a few breaths.

The thunder disappeared, and the flames vanished.

The Fallen Soul Slope remained dark and gloomy.

But that chilling feeling completely dissipated.

Is this over?

"pat..."

Xie Lingxin's legs went weak and she almost stumbled. After regaining her balance, she put her hands on her knees and gasped for breath.

There was a sense of relief at surviving a disaster, a sense of revenge, and also a feeling that my legs were truly weak.

The eighteen clay figurines that had been plunging the three into a fierce battle suddenly froze at the same time, remaining completely still.

The bright red paint on his body seemed to fade and disappear visibly within a few short breaths, as if it had gone through countless hours.

In an instant, it turned gray and dusty, returning to the original color of the soil, ancient and worn.

Standing around the ash pit, they seem to have accompanied the deceased here for countless years.

"Pfft..."

Xie Lingxin plopped down on the ground.

Summoning deities twice in a short period of time, transforming into the true form of Lei Zu, seems to be quite a burden.

In other words, not a single drop remains.

Fortunately, once the female ghost died, those clay figurines also disappeared.

Otherwise, they would have had no choice but to flee for their lives.

Zhu Wenjie and the other two looked at each other in surprise, then hurriedly ran over.

"you……"

All three of them were speechless.

Just, that’s it?
After a long pause, Zhu Wenjie finally murmured, "What...did you just do? You...you slept with that female ghost?"

You told me you could seduce the goddess Jin Xin, and now you can even seduce a female ghost?

Would I be willing to die in your arms the moment we meet?!

Xie Lingxin: "..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Cui Hong seemed to have guessed something, and said thoughtfully, "What you just said must have been about that ghost's obsession, making it mistake you for its husband, right? But how did you know that?"

Xie Lingxin: "Just lucky, I guessed."

"You can even guess that?"

Liu Sanxian stared wide-eyed, utterly incredulous.

With her limited intelligence, there's no way she could possibly understand the intricacies involved.

I simply stopped asking.

Seeing his half-dead state, she asked with concern, "How are you?"

"He won't die..."

Liu Sanxian, who had already squatted down next to him, immediately jumped up upon hearing this: "Ah! Where? Where?!"

"...I mean I won't die."

Looking at the ash pit and the clay figurines around it that had faded in color and were completely silent, Cui Hong couldn't help but sigh, "It is said that the Southern Wudang Mountain is incomparably domineering with its Yin Thunder, which is sinister and ghostly, and that touching it will cause one's body to perish and one's soul to be scattered. It is indeed true to its reputation."

A level 10 vengeful ghost...

Surprisingly, under the influence of the Yin Thunder, he couldn't even last a few breaths before his soul was scattered.

"Xie Lingxin, the deity you are visualizing is too powerful. Using it continuously is too much of a burden for you right now. You should restrain yourself in the future, otherwise you will damage your foundation and it will be a loss."

Xie Lingxin nodded.

He knew it even without being told.

Zhu Wenjie stared blankly at the ash pit and said, "If Old Huo knew how powerful your summoning magic was, he would be very happy..."

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.

Cui Hong sighed, "Xie Lingxin used the summoning technique he taught her to kill this vengeful ghost, which can be considered revenge."

revenge?

The image of the man in the iron mask flashed through Xie Lingxin's mind.

not yet.

Although the one who killed Huo Shan was a female ghost, the real culprit was the Iron Mask.

"Xie Lingxin, things have come to this point, there's no point in thinking too much. Let's go and put the things away first."

Cui Hong reminded him.

A colorful, shimmering light appeared in the ash pit.