Seeing Qinglong reveal the name of this technique with just one word, Wucha was also surprised.
Although Qinglong Ancient Martial Arts is powerful, if you are not a Feng Shui master, you can only have a partial understanding of things like Feng Shui Formation, especially since the Ghost Haunting Technique is a secret method that is not taught among evil sects.
It was by chance that Ancestor Zha got it back then, and he didn't expect Qinglong to know about it.
"Haha, this technique is indeed uncommon. If I hadn't fought against the Onmyoji from the Kingdom of the Sun twenty years ago, I wouldn't have recognized this technique."
With a chuckle, Qinglong agreed.
"Onmyoji from the People of the Sun Country? Do they know this kind of magic?"
Ye Huang was surprised and asked immediately.
"During the Anti-Japanese War, a lot of things were kidnapped by them, especially the Onmyoji in their country. They seemed to be very interested in these evil techniques. The Ten Thousand Ghosts Haunting Technique was one of them. It was extremely powerful. If it weren't for that,
Your father happened to be traveling with me, and I'm trapped inside, so I probably won't have a chance."
Recalling the scene that year, even Qinglong was still a little frightened.
"Is this thing really that powerful?"
"It depends on who casts it. The more accomplished in Feng Shui and metaphysics, the more powerful it will be. Back then, the eight Yin and Yang practitioners always cast their spells at the same time. I was able to hold on, but it was only because of the Red Sky Sword."
He stroked the Scarlet Sky Sword on his back. For Qinglong, the Scarlet Sky Sword was both a weapon and his partner.
After Qinglong said these words, an even more magical scene appeared. The Chixiao Sword actually trembled gently on his back, and the sword body and scabbard vibrated and made a cheerful sound.
.
This scene shocked Ye Huang and others.
"Uncle, is your sword psychic?"
Ye Huang had long heard that there were objects that channeled spirits, but he had never actually encountered one. Uncle Qinglong's Chixiao Sword was the first one he had seen that channeled spirits.
"Haha, things that have been passed down for a long time have a subtle charm. If you are good to it, it will naturally be perceived. Some things are mysterious and mysterious. It cannot be explained using current terms, but some things exist objectively. Don't
Show it everywhere, I don't want to put Chi Xiao in a museum."
Qinglong smiled and explained. As he spoke, the Chixiao Sword on his back seemed to sense something, and it also trembled as if to match it. Ye Huang and the others were dumbfounded.
"I wonder if the Holy Dao Xuanyuan Sword has psychic powers?"
Emperor Ye muttered something subconsciously.
"If the Holy Dao Xuanyuan Sword really exists, I think there should be one!"
"You kid, do your best to do what you are doing. The things here are over. It's time for you to think of ways to practice. Don't you feel aggrieved when you have all your abilities but can't use them?"
"I will, I'll go to Kunlun Mountain after I have nothing to do here for one night!"
Nodding heavily, even if Qinglong didn't say anything, he had already decided on this matter.
"You want to look for Xuanyuan Sword by the way?"
As soon as he heard Ye Huang's words, Qinglong understood what Ye Huang was thinking.
"That's right! The treasure map I found points to the Kunlun Mountains."
"Do you know how big Kunlun Mountain is? Going in like this is like diving into a pile of sand to find a grain of sand!"
"Just think of it as trying your luck. Maybe you will really get lucky."
Ye Huang smiled.
"Unless you are extremely lucky, no one will find you for eternity. How dare you think that just because of your impulsiveness!"
After glaring at Ye Huang, Qinglong said nothing more, because the old monster Zhongnan trapped in the formation in the distance had begun to scream miserably, rolling on the ground and shouting, surrounded by layers of ink-like black energy.
It was going back and forth, as if it was going to tear him apart.
"Can this kill this old guy?"
Ye Huang didn't care much about the power of the black energy, he only cared about whether he could torture this old guy to death.
After Wu Cha told the story of how the evil weapon was made, he already had murderous intentions towards this old man. Even without Wu Cha's magic, he was still looking for opportunities to kill this old immortal.
For him, the longer he lives, the more people will die.
"With the sword strike just now, I have already broken this old guy's heart, unless he is Daluo Jinxian."
Here, Qinglong said it lightly, but in the end, he didn't scare Ye Huang and others to death.
Just now, the old man, who looked so arrogant and mighty with this evil weapon to suppress Qinglong, had his heart broken by Qinglong so easily?
Isn’t this *** too ridiculous?
"No, Uncle Qinglong, in fact, you don't need to be like this. Even if your heart is not broken, it doesn't matter. The sword you just struck was already stunning enough. At worst, I will just make up for it with a strike. It won't take much effort."
Ye Huang said sarcastically.
"You kid think I'm joking, don't you?"
"It does feel a bit fake."
Like a chicken pecking at rice, Ye Huang nodded repeatedly.
No one would believe this. Just a moment ago, they were evenly matched, but in the blink of an eye, they were heartbroken and died. Is this an act?
"Watch it!"
With a slight snort, Qinglong's right palm shook, and he gently put it on the ground. Several people around him, including Ye Huang, felt the whole earth shake, and then a wave-like undulation came directly from the direction of his hand.
The message was transmitted to the old monster Zhongnan who was still wailing bitterly because he was trapped in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Haunting Technique. The latter's body suddenly twitched, and then his whole body froze, and he even stopped crying.
Within a few seconds, there was a soft pop sound, and a line of blood spurted out from the heart of the old man's chest, like a fountain.
Moreover, after the blood line was sprayed out, the whole person completely lost the last vitality. He tried hard to turn his head to look at Ye Huang and others, but in the end his head was half turned and frozen.
At this moment, Ye Huang was so impressed that he couldn't doubt Qinglong's words just now.
"Uncle, you have done everything, but we have done nothing, haven't we?"
Ye Huang felt extremely uncomfortable when he thought that he had made soy sauce. He had always been the protagonist, but every time he met Qinglong, his aunt and his father were all taken away from him?
"Don't look at these things with the mentality that you are a killer. In the eyes of me and your father, there is only whether things are done or not. There is never a question of who took action and who didn't. Things that can be solved with one arm, why bother?"
Do you want to throw your arms away when you are tossing?"
He chuckled lightly. "Let's go quickly. I still need to clean up this old ghost's body. Remember to help him celebrate his birthday before returning to Yanjing. There are some things your father and I still need to explain to you."
Patting Ye Huang's shoulder, Qinglong had no intention of going to the Duanmu family mansion with Ye Huang and others. He floated in front of the old man, wrapped him up, held him in his arms and left without knowing it.
Find somewhere to bury it.
"Let's go, it looks like this strength needs to be improved..."
With infinite melancholy in his heart, Ye Huang sighed and walked towards Hege Wangyou and the others who were waiting anxiously in the distance.
