Free Web NovelChapter 2128: Chapter 1990: What Use Are Funeral Carriages and White Horses? (Part 3)
Some young warriors with unstable minds even unconsciously took steps towards the young Taoist, only to be pulled back by their comrades.
This shows the power of the Soul-Attracting Bell.
After a short while of ringing, following the sound of the wind, a cacophony arose: the cries of the elderly, the cries of men, the cries of women, the cries of children, and various shouts echoing through different dynasties.
Under the moonlight, in the boundless desert, a dense row of heads suddenly appeared on the distant horizon. Looking out, there were children, teenagers, young adults, middle-aged and elderly people, men and women, dressed in ancient costumes, Republic of China attire, and modern clothing, standing there void of expression, surrounding Song Xiaodong, his two wives, Zhao Ruonan, and the warriors they brought, from afar.
The ringing of the Soul-Attracting Bell drew in three thousand wandering souls from the Lop Nur area, appearing as faint silhouettes under the moonlight, barely discernible.
The young Taoist asked, "Where are they?"
The figures began to enclose around Song Xiaodong’s group.
Three thousand silhouettes approached from all directions, yet there should have been the sound of footsteps.
But there was only the sound of the wind nearby.
The group of shadows remained silent, not answering the young Taoist.
The young Taoist, a bit angry, unfastened a box wrapped in black cloth from his back.
He tore away the black cloth to reveal a long box covered in brocade, and when he opened the lid, inside lay an Ancient Sword.
A Heavy Sword, golden in color with red cloud patterns, its hilt inlaid with a pair of Luminous Pearls, emitting a faint green glow in the night light.
The young Taoist reached out a hand to grasp the hilt, as a Golden Light spread from the base of the sword to its tip, accompanied by a deep metallic hum.
He raised the sword, pointing at the slowly encroaching silhouettes around them.
The dim shadows showed expressions of fear, yet their footsteps did not stop.
"Fools, stubborn to the end!"
The young Taoist snorted coldly, exhaling flames once more onto the Golden Sword, which began to burn with a golden-colored fire instead of red.
He exhaled, flames jetting from his nostrils, while his eyes seemed like burning copper marbles, shining red.
Song Xiaodong and others watched in awe. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
As expected of the Mystic Gate Taoist Methods.
"Slash!"
The young Taoist swung the sword, and a trail of Golden Light swiftly spread towards the advancing silhouettes.
This condensed Golden Light, shaped like a scythe, cleaved through the figures at the waist.
The silhouettes didn’t dodge, and the instant they touched the Golden Light, they were incinerated, accompanied by various keening, mournful screams.
With one slash, countless ghostly souls were reduced to ashes!
Chapter 1992: Ants in the Swirling Death Vortex
The once impenetrable circle of shadows had a breach cut through it by the young Taoist’s sword.
The figures halted their steps, some staring in fear at the young Taoist’s sword. frёewebnoѵēl.com
The Taoist was quite pleased with their reaction.
At this moment, the clear sound of a bone flute rang out again, faintly discernible in the chilling desert Night Wind.
The densely packed silhouettes began to change. Figures that were intact began to rot, flesh falling off their faces and bodies, maggots crawling in and out of them, the decomposed flesh scattering like Yellow earth in the wind, revealing ghastly human skeletons.
The previously silent silhouettes started emitting sharp howls, echoing from all directions, causing Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, Chu Xianling, and Zhao Ruonan to wince and cover their ears in pain from the noise.
Amidst the howls, the silhouettes’ pace began to quicken, eventually breaking into a run as they charged towards Song Xiaodong and the others.
The young Taoist swung his sword four more times in succession in all directions, with four trails of Golden Light expanding outwards along the four cardinal directions. The charging silhouettes, struck by the Golden Light, disintegrated into ashes, not even able to scream this time.
Yet, more silhouettes continued to close in.
"Rise!"
The young Taoist pointed at the Jade Seal held by the Old Taoist. A flash of light emitted from the Jade Seal, lifting it into the air, where it hovered above the young Taoist’s head. For a moment, the Golden Light shone brilliantly, illuminating the Lop Nur desert night as if it were day, even outshining the full moon on the horizon.
"Ah!—"
The three thousand ghostly souls screamed, burning up like a piece of paper set alight in the golden glow of the Jade Seal, and with sharp cries, turned to ashes, scattered by the wind.
"Creak..."
The Jade Seal’s light dimmed suddenly, emitting a series of crisp cracking sounds as fissures spread across its surface. It fell from above the young Taoist’s head, caught by him deftly.
The young Taoist seemed to age a few years in an instant. His once fair, youthful face darkened, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes, while his previously black, shiny hair turned gray before one’s very eyes.
"Uncle!"
The Old Taoist wanted to support the young Taoist, but the latter waved him off, turning to Song Xiaodong, "Sect Leader Song, I cannot deal with this, but I can protect you. Leave quickly, I’ll hold them off!"
The young Taoist was willing to learn from Master Benwu, ready to fight with his life.
Before his words had faded, a faint rustling sound came from the ground pressed down by the Jade Seal.
The young Taoist, the Old Taoist, Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, Chu Xianling, and Zhao Ruonan looked down.
The originally compacted sandy ground began to darken, and on closer inspection, it was black ants, as numerous as grains of sand, emerging bit by bit from beneath. The ants that had emerged began to crawl up along people’s shoes and pants.
