The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

Chapter 521: Chapter 521: Real or Fake Ghost!
 

At this moment, the entire Dragon Village manifested an eerie mist, filled with murderous atmosphere.

Hundreds of corpse ghosts squatted down like hyenas, barking, and seemed ready to pounce.

In mid-air, dozens of ghastly hanging ghosts drifted.

There was a blood-stained locust tree, on which hung an even more terrifying red-clothed hanging ghost, as well as hundreds of human heads.

Indeed, it was a trap of heaven and earth.

At this time, the hanging ghosts in the air all cranked their necks to look at Ji Yianxue, their ghostly faces taking on a cruel color, laughing foolishly and growling, “You’re Miss Ji, right?… The ghosts’ leader said he wanted to kill you… Don’t resist, just accept your fate!”

“Hmph!” Ji Yianxue snorted defiantly, obviously unwilling to sit and wait for death.

Xia Jian and Ouyang Lingling were even more closely guarding Ji Yianxue, their whole bodies boiling with True Qi. Practitioners naturally had strong positive energy, not to mention these two were martial grandmasters. Their abundant positive energy reached an explosive level, preventing the corpse ghosts and hanging ghosts from daring to rush up at this moment.

“Uh… Ghost leader?” Huang Xiaolong was taken aback.

This time, he was truly stunned!

Ghost leader?

Oh my God! In this era where divine power had disappeared and even the Black and White Impermanence were absent in the underworld, Huang Xiaolong was the only ghost guard left. He was the sole ghost leader.

However, these hanging ghosts claimed that the “Ghost Leader” wanted to kill Ji Yianxue.

This was really ridiculous!

Huang Xiaolong quickly put two and two together, ‘Oh…I get it! Someone is impersonating the ghost leader! Damn! They dare to impersonate me? They’re really asking for it!’

With this in mind, Huang Xiaolong’s killing intent intensified, and he sneered. “What ghost leader?”

“Hehe~~ You have Taoist power on you, so you must be a little Taoist… But, you’re not qualified to know about the great ghost leader! Surrender your life! ATTACK!”

Finally, one of the hanging ghosts could no longer control itself. With a single order, all the corpse ghosts and gloomy hanging ghosts pounced towards Huang Xiaolong and the others!

They were all cruelly fierce as if they were going to tear Huang Xiaolong and the others apart!

“Dammit! Evil things!” Xia Jian let out a curse, fully energizing his True Qi and focusing it into his right fist. A grindstone-like True Qi punch fired into the soul of the leading hanging ghost.

Puff~~!!

The righteous True Qi punch exploded, instantly shredding the hanging ghost into pieces, its ghost body pulverized by the True Qi.

Xia Jian, who felt invigorated by destroying a ghost with one punch, said, “True Qi can destroy ghosts! Lingling! Kill!”

Indeed, True Qi can kill ordinary fierce ghosts, but higher-level ghosts with strong resentment are not particularly afraid of True Qi.

In an instant, ghosts were coming from all directions like wild beasts.

Without a word, Huang Xiaolong sent out continuous punches, his blows carrying the power of his talisman, entering the bodies of the ghosts and completely shattering their remaining souls.

From each corpse, a trickle of green smoke rose, wretched cries kept ringing, echoing in all directions.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Falling bodies began to decay at an accelerated rate, their bodies twisted and rigid.

Xia Jian and Ouyang Lingling killed quite a few hanging ghosts relying on the True Qi technique, but this method also greatly drained their energy.

“Little Taoist! You are bringing about your own destruction! Kill this Taoist first!” The hanging ghosts recognized Huang Xiaolong’s strength and decided to abandon their plan to besiege Ji Yianxue. Instead, they turned towards Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong pulled the corners of his mouth, and his right hand grabbed at the void.

Sword Qi was formed! A flash of golden light!

Huang Xiaolong grasped a sword in his right hand, a blade conjured entirely from the air that felt as real as any physical sword. Its body was filled with Taoist symbols, each one radiating an endless surge of Daoist power.

“Northern Yin Gold Que, Dark Nether Emperor’s Ghost-Slaying Sword technique!!!!!”

With a battle cry, Huang Xiaolong struck with his sword.

With a flash, the sword radiated an incandescent light, casting countless Daoist symbols across the sky like a swarm of fish, accompanied by wind, rain, lightning, and the Samadhi True Fire. Its divine power was boundless!

Boom~~~~~~!!!!!!

All approaching restless ghosts were cut in half at their waist. Instantly, their ghostly bodies were reduced to ashes, utterly annihilated without even a scream.

“Impudent little Taoist! How dare you ruin the tasks of the esteemed ghost messengers! Regardless of how powerful your Taoist arts might be, to provoke our masters will surely lead to your death!” The hanged ghosts in red dresses suspended from the large pagoda tree could no longer remain silent, their shouts filled with hostility. They snapped the ropes around their necks, leaping into the air like a swarm of flying bats, lunging towards Huang Xiaolong.

Adorned in blood-red dresses, they swung their long hair violently, their distorted features brimming with malice as they approached Huang Xiaolong, all the while wrapped in a chilling wind.

“Hmph~~There are some questions I need to ask you, so I’ll spare your lives for now.” Huang Xiaolong put away his sword technique and took out a spirit container. Lifting the lid, he swiftly sealed the most fierce red-cloaked spirits.

Unknown to others, Huang Xiaolong’s spirit container was home to countless spirits. The red-cloaked ghosts screamed in terror the moment they were pulled in, their cries resembling the sounds of the spirits gnawing on each other…”Spare us! Spare us! Don’t bite us!”

At this moment, all the corpses and their restless spirits lay eliminated to the last.

All the hanged ghosts were either slain or captured.

Huang Xiaolong’s swift and relentless actions left Xia Jian, Ji Yianxue, and Ouyang Lingling dumbfounded.

Even Ouyang Lingling, who loved to bicker with Huang Xiaolong, had a dazed expression on her face. She muttered, “He’s just too powerful…”

Ji Yianxue heaved a sigh of relief. “Little Long, we owe you our lives…again. But where are we going to find the villagers now? My…my mother, I don’t know where she is.”

“Wait, don’t worry.” Huang Xiaolong responded with a playful smirk, his gaze fixed on the pagoda tree soaked red with blood and adorned with severed heads. “The battle… isn’t over yet.”

“What?” Ji Yianxue was taken aback.

“This pagoda tree is at least a thousand years old. Pagoda trees are ghosts amongst trees, and this ancient one’s roots penetrate all through the soil in an intricate web.” Huang Xiaolong’s eyes were pitch black, seeming like endless whirlpools. It was as if he could see through to the tree’s core. Around the tree, there was a deep resentment and deathly air that had lingered for thousands of years. Beneath its roots, countless skeletons were buried. “There are plenty of corpses below the ground. It seems this ancient tree grew so lavishly thanks to their nourishment, and hence its ghostly aura lingers.”

Seeing the bewildered expressions on Ji Yianxue, Xia Jian, and Ouyang Lingling’s faces, Huang Xiaolong explained, “What I mean to say is, this ancient pagoda tree has actually become a spirit. It may have been sealed by something in the past, but now, the seal has been broken…”

Before he finished his sentence…

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

The bloody heads hanging from the pagoda tree fell to the ground one by one.

As they fell and rolled towards Huang Xiaolong and his companions, the eyes of these severed heads flung open!

With blood and tears flowing from their eyes, they were unspeakably terrifying. It was as if these heads held a deep grudge against Huang Xiaolong.

Simultaneously, the soil near the pagoda tree began to ripple and churn.

The next second!

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

One by one, withered and rotten arms extended from the ground, acting as if they sought to drag people down to hell!

As the eerie wind howled, skeletons and mummified corpses emerged from the ground, numbering over a thousand. They completely surrounded Huang Xiaolong and his companions, reminiscent of the skeleton armies summoned by necromancers in movies, a sight that sent shivers down one’s spine.

As the ghostly wind blew, the ancient pagoda tree’s leaves rustled, the sound akin to the crying of wailing women. The eerie, desolate sobs were unnerving.

It was as if they were ridiculing – ridiculing the ignorance and arrogance of humans!