133: Chapter 133 Heavenly Slash Fiend Breaks the Formation and Seeks the Source

Lin Ye glanced at the three options on the panel, his eyes flickering slightly.

Option A: This method of completely relying on external objects is fine for dealing with low-level wandering ghosts.

Facing this kind of malicious ghost that has already formed an "Yin Domain", it is purely scratching an itch through a boot.

Not only is it embarrassing, but it will also ruin the reputation that Lin Ye has painstakingly built.

Option B looks very tempting, and Lin Ye indeed has this eloquence.

But after looking at that water ghost covered in aquatic weeds and fangs, exuding a foul stench all over its body, a chill ran through his heart.

Recruiting this kind of thing into the Funeral Shop as customer service?

Frost Star would probably be so disgusted that she would run away from home overnight.

Moreover, the reward [Primary Magical Artifact Repair Scroll] is too crucial.

The [soul-fixing mirror fragment] obtained from the Ghost Market ruins has the heaven-defying function of shielding causality and is currently in a shattered state. If it can be repaired, it will definitely be a trump card for saving lives.

"System, I choose C."

The moment Lin Ye finished chanting silently in his heart, his entire aura suddenly changed.

He paid no attention to the black hair wrapping around his feet.

He put his left index finger into his mouth and bit it hard without hesitation.

A drop of blood, tinged with a faint gold within its deep red, overflowed from his fingertip.

This is the once-in-a-century [Pure Yang Dao Body] true blood. To evil and dark things, it is no different from the most concentrated sulfuric acid and raging fire.

Lin Ye wiped the true blood from his fingertip all the way from the guard of the soul-suppressing copper coin sword to its tip.

"Hum!"

The copper coin sword, woven from one hundred and eight Kaiyuan Tongbao coins with cinnabar red rope, erupted with a low sword hum after drinking its fill of Pure Yang True Blood.

On the surface of the originally dim copper coins, rustic Taoist runes lit up, and the blinding Pure Yang Qi illuminated the dark living room as bright as day.

The black hair under his feet that attempted to wrap around Lin Ye's ankles, the moment it came into contact with the Pure Yang Qi, felt like it touched a red-hot branding iron, making a violent sizzling sound and instantly turning into a puddle of foul-smelling pus.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the root of all qi. Practicing through billions of kalpas, proving my divine powers!"

Lin Ye chanted the Golden Light Divine Incantation in his mouth, yet his steps under his feet did not have the slightest disorder.

He stepped forward with his left foot, and his right foot closely followed to draw a semicircle, his figure shuttling like a swimming dragon within the narrow living room.

This is the long-lost [Nine Purple Gang Steps] of orthodox Taoism.

Every step he took raised the Pure Yang Qi field on his body by a fraction.

The first step crushed the paper boy rushing up from the left side.

The peach wood ruler wrapped in Pure Yang True Qi directly cut it in half at the waist.

A cluster of green phosphor fire burst from within the paper figure, turning into ashes amidst screams.

The second step avoided the black corpse water spat out by the paper girl on the right.

Lin Ye backhanded with his sword, the spine of the sword heavily slamming onto its forehead.

The Pure Yang True Fire burrowed into the paper figure through the holes of the copper coins, burning the paper skin painted with a smiling face into tatters.

"Ah!"

Seeing this, the female ghost hidden on the water surface let out a shrill scream.

She no longer hid, her entire bloated body rising abruptly from the black water, her ten fingers growing pitch-black nails like ink, carrying a foul-smelling fishy wind straight at Lin Ye's face.

She wanted to dig out this man's heart and suck dry his yang energy!

"Leng Yue, seal the windows and door gaps, don't let her run away."

Lin Ye instructed without turning his head, spinning the copper coin sword in his hand into a fierce sword blossom, advancing instead of retreating, and rushing towards the female ghost's sharp claws.

Leng Yue, who had been standing in the back and watching coldly, finally made a move.

She slowly raised her right hand, her slender, pale fingers tapping lightly in the void.

A faint but pure [Red Lotus Karmic Fire] aura spread out along her fingertips.

There was no violent explosion, but this extreme heat belonging to a drought demon instantly locked down all the door and window gaps in the living room.

The black water Yin Domain that was still crazily spreading upward, under the roasting of this extreme heat, made an unbearable "gurgling" boiling sound.

The frost on the walls evaporated instantly, and the hair and grievances floating on the water surface melted at a speed visible to the naked eye like white snow under the blazing sun.

The female ghost's action of pouncing on Lin Ye stiffened, and an expression of extreme fear finally appeared in her eyes.

She felt an absolute suppression from the depths of her bloodline and soul.

That silver-haired woman standing at the edge of the darkness was definitely a terrifying existence capable of reducing her to ashes in an instant!

But she could no longer stop.

Lin Ye's sword had arrived.

"Taiyi Heavenly Venerate, lend me your magic to eliminate demons. Three Yang Subtle Fire!"

Lin Ye pinched a [Three Yang Subtle Fire Talisman] with his left hand and wiped it across the sword blade.

The talisman paper burned without fire, turning into a crimson flame attached to the soul-suppressing copper coin sword.

He exerted force with one leg, leaping high into the air to dodge the sharp claws swung by the female ghost.

Then, gripping the hilt with both hands, he descended from above with the momentum of a thousand jun, heavily hacking down on the female ghost's shoulder.

"Puchi!"

Without the sound of metal collision imagined, the copper coin sword wrapped in Pure Yang True Fire cut through the female ghost's water-bloated flesh and skin without any hindrance, just like a hot knife through butter.

Black grievance qi spewed out frantically from the wound, but it was suppressed to death by the Pure Yang Qi on the copper coin sword, letting out miserable, pig-slaughtering shrieks.

The female ghost struggled desperately, trying to use her other hand to grab Lin Ye's throat.

Lin Ye snorted coldly, his free left hand turning into a blade palm, precisely hacking at the joint of the female ghost's wrist.

With a crisp "crack" sound, that arm covered in black nails hung down limply.

Subsequently, Lin Ye flew a kick, heavily slamming it into the female ghost's abdomen.

This kick contained ten percent of the power of the [Pure Yang Dao Body].

The female ghost's bloated body flew backward like a broken kite, heavily slamming into the living room wall that was no longer seeping water.

Smashing a large area of spider-web-like cracks into the old wall skin, it finally slid to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The rampant Yin wind in the living room subsided instantly, and the accumulated water on the ground quickly receded, revealing the originally dry wooden floor and shattered glass all over the floor.

Except for Zhao Xue, who was shivering huddled in the chair, there wasn't a single paper figure left in the room.

That set of bright red burial garments was also burned away by half by the Pure Yang True Fire during the battle just now, and at this moment, it was lying quietly on the floor, emitting a scorched stench.

Lin Ye carried the copper coin sword, stepped on the shattered glass, and walked step by step in front of the female ghost paralyzed on the ground.

The Pure Yang True Fire was still burning on the female ghost's wound, devouring her already thin yin qi.

Her body began to become transparent, which was a sign that her three souls and seven souls were about to dissipate.

"Now, can we have a good talk? Miss Li Wan."

Lin Ye looked down at her from above, accurately calling out her name when she was alive.

The moment the sword split open the Yin Domain just now, he captured the residual obsessive thoughts of this female ghost within the grievance qi.

The female ghost curled up in pain on the ground, her only remaining eye staring fixedly at Lin Ye, filled with not only fear but also a deep sense of despair.

"You... who on earth are you... When did Jiangzhou produce a figure like you..."

"I am just a businessman who does funeral business, taking people's money and averting disasters for them."

Lin Ye stuck the copper coin sword into the wooden floor nearby, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.