Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 108 The Old Hero

The bugle call contained an indescribable, unwavering will to fight to the death and a powerful sense of righteousness, which was completely out of place in this gloomy and ghostly place!
The moment the horn sounded, the thick, oppressive darkness surrounding Qi Yun rippled violently as if it had been scalded!
The layers upon layers of densely packed ghostly figures emitted a silent shriek, their movements visibly faltering, as if they had been greatly disturbed and intimidated!
Qi Yun keenly sensed that the suppressive force of the Ghost Realm had suddenly lessened considerably at this moment!

He suddenly looked up and gazed in the direction of the bugle call.

The thick darkness in the distance to the left was forcibly dispelled by the invisible force of the horn, revealing the blurry outline of the dilapidated tenement building behind it!

Although it was still lifeless, it had indeed reappeared!

opportunity!

Qi Yun's spirits lifted, and with a long roar, he poured all his true energy into the longsword!
"Wildfire!"

The crimson flames erupted with a deafening roar, and the sword light transformed into a destructive whirlwind of fire, instantly clearing away a large number of ghostly figures around him!
He moved with lightning speed, seizing the fleeting opportunity, and rushed towards the tenement building!

The bugle call lasted only a dozen seconds before abruptly stopping.

However, its lingering power still guided Qi Yun and briefly shook the stability of the Ghost Realm.

He was incredibly fast; in just a few leaps, he broke through the barrier of the surrounding ghostly figures and plunged headfirst into the wide-open unit door of the tenement building!

The building was even darker inside, but the sense of emptiness of being completely isolated from the world was slightly reduced.

The moment they stepped inside, a hoarse yet earth-shattering cry rang out: "Kill!!!"

It came from upstairs, accompanied by an extremely fierce, rapidly burning and dissipating masculine energy!
Qi Yun was startled and ran up the stairs without stopping!

He could sense a powerful, malevolent aura colliding fiercely with a soaring killing intent mixed with righteous energy on the rooftop!
As soon as he rushed up to the fourth-floor stairwell, the scene before him made his pupils shrink!

At the end of the corridor, a figure could be seen.

A figure dressed in an extremely worn-out, dark red old-fashioned military uniform, covered in blood, looked like a war god pulled out of a sea of ​​blood!

Holding an old-fashioned rifle with a gleaming bayonet, he was pinning a hideous ghost to the dark, cold wall in a standard thrusting stance!
The ghost had no clear facial features; its entire face consisted of a constantly rotating, bottomless black vortex, within which seemed to contain countless painful, distorted faces wailing and struggling!
Its limbs, like twisted, withered branches, were frantically tearing at the old soldier's body. With each scratch, a faint golden light was torn from the old man's body, and the old man's "body" became a little blurry. But he stood firm, as if welded to the ground!

That overwhelming, fearless, and pure righteous energy, carrying the murderous aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, emanated from this old soldier!

The righteous energy fiercely clashed with the evil and malevolent spirits, producing a hissing, burning sound.

The old man sensed Qi Yun's arrival and suddenly turned his head.

It was a face weathered by time, marked by war; smoke, blood, and unwavering will defined his main expression.

One of his eyes seemed to be severely injured, squinting, while the other eye was wide open like a copper bell, burning with an inextinguishable flame and a trace of... urgency.

"You brat!" His voice was hoarse like a broken gong, yet it carried an unquestionable tone of command, and the tragic killing intent, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, mixed with righteous energy, rushed towards us.

"Did the troops break through?!"

Qi Yun was taken aback by this question that transcended time and space. Looking at the old man's figure, which was gradually becoming transparent and constantly emitting golden light, as well as the ghost that was still struggling wildly on the wall, he instantly understood what was going on.

This is not a living person!
This is a wisp of battle spirit that manifested with supreme obsession and righteous spirit, guarding this place, and is burning its last trace of existence!

Seeing that Qi Yun did not answer immediately, the old man seemed anxious and roared again with all his might, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly with despair. "Have the troops broken through?!"

Qi Yun took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart. He calmly met the old man's anxious gaze and said in a firm and resolute voice, "They've broken through! The troops have successfully broken through!"

This sentence is like magic.

Upon hearing this, the old man's tense body suddenly relaxed, and all the anxiety, urgency, murderous intent, and pain on his face melted away like ice and snow in an instant, transforming into an expression of extreme exhaustion yet immense relief and a sense of liberation.

The obsession that sustained his manifesting battle spirit seemed to have finally found its ultimate answer and liberation.

He grinned, as if he wanted to laugh, but only managed a silent gasp.

The "Zhongzheng rifle" in his hand instantly lost all its luster, turning back into a bamboo clothesline pole, and fell to the ground with a "clatter".

The "military uniform" and "blood" on his body faded and disappeared as quickly as phantoms, revealing the true appearance underneath.

That emaciated, filthy, and foul-smelling old body.

"It's good that we broke through!"

"It's good that we broke through..."

He murmured the same words over and over, his voice growing weaker, and the intense gleam in his eyes faded quickly, like embers burning out.

His hunched body lost all strength and slumped backward.

Qi Yun strode forward, completely ignoring the pungent stench and filth, and stretched out his arms to steadily and gently catch the old man's falling body, slowly placing him on the cold ground.

"Go ahead and don't worry! Leave everything to me!"

Qi Yun's voice was deep and powerful.

Just then, the ghost that had been "nailed" to the wall, no longer suppressed by the old man's righteous and murderous aura, let out a venomous shriek and suddenly broke free from the wall!
Black energy writhed at the wound where it was pierced by the bayonet, and it was healing rapidly!
It twisted and contorted, filled with overwhelming resentment, and was about to pounce on Qi Yun, who was so close at hand, once again!

Qi Yun suddenly looked up!

The killing intent in his eyes shot out like a tangible ice blade!

His heart pounded violently, and the nine streams of Jade Marrow True Qi within his Qihai acupoint circulated wildly at an unprecedented speed, reversing all of them and transforming them into a raging heart fire, which then poured into his heart's crimson palace!

"Boom!!!"

With the unprecedented and powerful blessing of the heart fire, the nature of the Crimson Hunting Fire seems to have undergone a transformation!

The flames no longer coiled around the sword, but completely engulfed Qi Yun's right arm holding the sword, along with the longsword itself!

The tendons and bones beneath the skin made a "crackling" sound as they were unable to bear the strain, with the large tendons bulging out like writhing dragons, and the blood surging and roaring in the blood vessels!

His entire arm and longsword transformed into a blade burning with a blazing black and red flame!
The flames were a deep, almost black color, with only the edges flickering with a chilling crimson light!
It exudes a terrifying aura that can incinerate evil spirits!
(End of this chapter)