Mythology of the Supreme Saint of Confucianism and Taoism
29 The Painting of Zhong Kui Killing Ghost

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Boom!

With all their strength, the speed of the four evil spirits increased significantly. They were wrapped in a terrifying ghostly aura, constantly shortening the distance between them and Bu Feifan. The sabers and swords in their hands continuously slashed out terrifying saber winds and sword qi, slashing at Bu Feifan.

The blade wind was extremely sinister!

The sword qi was sinister and evil!

Before he could even reach him, Bu Feifan felt a sharp aura piercing through the void and landing on his skin, causing his skin to turn cold.

However, these sharp blade winds and sword Qi were ultimately condensed from Ghost Qi. Therefore, within the range of the Wen Qi, these sharp and terrifying blade winds and sword Qi were suppressed by the Wen Qi as soon as they left the swords of the four evil ghosts. Their strength and power were continuously weakened.

By the time they reached Bu Feifan, half of the power of the terrifying blade wind and sword qi had been worn away by the surrounding literary qi.

Then, before the blade wind and sword Qi could reach Bu Feifan, they were all absorbed by the shadow in front of Bu Feifan. Then, they were twisted by an unknown force and turned into black smoke, drifting in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the black smoke drifting in the air was washed away by the surrounding literary qi and instantly disappeared without a trace.

Thus, the terrifying attacks from the four evil spirits were easily resolved!

At the same time, Bu Feifan didn't stop. He continued to recite the poem.

"Raging Ghost Head Burning Ghost Marrow!"

Boom!

As soon as the poem finished, the four evil spirits felt as if their heads were about to split open, and they stopped attacking Bu Feifan once again.

However, they recovered in an instant.

" Big Ghost Stumbling and Little Ghost Howling!"

As soon as he said this, the four evil spirits felt their feet stagger slightly and almost fell.

"I can't fly!"

As soon as he said that, the four evil spirits felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on their backs, and their speed decreased significantly.

"Now the forest ghosts are out!"

"White Sun Body in Blue Sky, chirp!"

As soon as he said those words, ghosts and gods wandered in the forest. The night sky suddenly brightened. In the area covered by the literary qi, the literary qi surged. A sun that had shrunk countless times slowly rose behind Bu Feifan, emitting scorching sunlight.

"Humph!"

In an instant, under the sunlight, the four evil spirits could not help but grunt.

Immediately, the four evil spirits looked at each other in shock and fear, and quickly began to communicate.

"Big brother, this is pure sunlight and not ordinary light. We won't be able to hold on for long…What should we do?"

"That's right, big brother. Under the sunlight, our cultivation has been suppressed by at least 20%!”

"Damn it! What poem was this? It could actually condense such pure sunlight?!”

"I'll risk it all. Use the Ghost King Gathering Formation!!”

"Good!"

“......”

The communication between the four evil spirits happened in a split second. In the blink of an eye, the long-bearded evil spirit stood in front of him, while the other three evil spirits stood behind him. They formed an inexplicable hand seal, and in a breath, they all turned into dense ghost qi and entered the body of the long-bearded evil spirit.

Boom!

In an instant, the long-bearded evil spirit's body suddenly doubled in size. Its aura soared, and it instantly exceeded the range of the Extraordinary 24th Firmament.

In an instant, the long-bearded evil spirit felt as if it had broken free from a layer of shackles and stepped into a wider world.

"Is this the power of an Extraordinary 25th Firmament?!”

Its eyes shone brightly.

25 levels of the mortal evolution realm was equivalent to the 'High Scholar state'.

For a moment, Bu Feifan's literary aura had reduced the suppression on its cultivation by a lot. At most, it had only suppressed 30 - 20% of its cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, it was surrounded by a ghostly aura. It held a huge saber in its hand and moved like lightning. It took a few steps forward and arrived in front of Bu Feifan.

"Die!"

His roar was like muffled thunder, exploding in the void.

Suddenly, an eerie blade light flashed across the sky, and it slashed down at Bu Feifan with a cold light.

At the same time, Bu Feifan had just finished reading the last two lines of his poem.

"How can this man do it again!"

"I'm happy to kill thousands of ghosts!"

Boom!

As soon as the last two lines of the poem were finished, the green-robed shadow in front of Bu Feifan instantly condensed into a physical form. However, his face was still a little blurry, making it impossible to see clearly. It was as if he was shrouded in a layer of fog.

Seeing this, Bu Feifan understood and immediately read out the name of the poem.

"This poem is called 'Zhong Kui Slaughtering Ghost'!!”

Boom!

As soon as the name of the poem fell, a literary aura enveloped the area. The void trembled violently, and muffled thunder appeared. The face of the green-robed figure instantly became clear.

It was a man with a peculiar appearance, a face of steel, and a leopard head.

At the same time, the long-bearded evil spirit waved its huge saber and slashed right in front of the green-robed figure whose face had just appeared clearly.

This figure was right in front of Bu Feifan, so if it wanted to kill Bu Feifan, it had to cut through this figure first.

Originally, with the enhancement of the Ghost King Gathering Formation and possessing a cultivation that surpassed the 24th level of the Extraordinary Realm, it did not take this figure seriously.

After all, no matter how powerful the poems used by a Confucian cultivator in the Child Realm were, it was impossible for him to surpass the power of the 24th level of the Mortal Evolution Realm, which was equivalent to a Confucian cultivator in the High Scholar Realm.

Therefore, in its eyes, no matter how strong Bu Feifan's figure was, it was nothing but a paper tiger in front of it. It could be destroyed with a single slash.

However, when the face of the figure in front of it suddenly appeared clearly, it could not help but tremble. A chill ran down its spine, and it felt as if it had been struck by lightning. Subconsciously, its hand trembled, and the power of the huge saber it swung out immediately decreased by half.

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