Blood Sacrifice To Millions Of Zombies, I Will Be A Demon Cultivator In The Apocalypse

Chapter 34: Yin Five Thunder?

Before the Qí family's patriarch, Qí Yuánzōng, and the others could react, Zheng Yi took the initiative and formed hand seals.

The Soul-Capturing Banner released a dense black mist, transforming into a massive octopus-like creature with numerous thick tentacles that fiercely struck towards the direction of the Qí family.

The Qí family's three brothers were indeed powerful, as the cultivators of a family with a lineage, unlike independent cultivators.

Although they faced Zheng Yi's fierce attack, they were not without countermeasures. They quickly formed hand seals and commanded their flying swords to strike at the tentacles.

Immediately, a loud rumbling sound filled the air, accompanied by a chilling ghostly aura, gusts of yin wind, and the piercing sound of swords, as well as a metallic clang.

"Not good!"

Feeling the astonishing power of the transformed tentacles, the Qí family's patriarch, Qí Yuánzōng, had an unpleasant expression and reminded them.

"This kid came prepared..."

"The Soul-Capturing Banner in his hand is extraordinary, not an ordinary auxiliary Law Weapon!"

At the same time, he shouted, his hands changed seals, and he chanted an incantation. The flying sword that was swiftly moving stopped in front of him.

As Qí Yuánzōng chanted, arcs of electricity flickered on the sharp-edged flying sword.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Yi's expression revealed a sense of wariness.

He didn't expect that Qí Yuánzōng, clearly a demonic cultivator, had also cultivated spells similar to the Five Thunder Arts.

Whether it was Yin Five Thunder or Yang Five Thunder, they were both highly damaging to ghostly Dao spells like the Soul-Capturing Banner.

However, looking at the countless flickering arcs of electricity on Qí Yuánzōng's flying sword, amidst the azure brilliance, there were also faint traces of eerie bloodlines. It was clear that it was not pure Thunder Arts.

But even though these Thunder Arts were unorthodox, they posed a great threat to Zheng Yi's Soul-Capturing Banner.

However, he remained calm.

He had long anticipated this situation.

That's why he didn't hesitate to spend half of his essence blood to carve the nine major Soul-Capturing Glyphs onto the rare Ge Po Yin he had fortuitously bought in the sect's market. He then refined it along with numerous materials into the Soul-Capturing Banner, all to guard against the current situation.

Ge Po Yin was an object born from the convergence of yin and yang, an extremely yin substance that could withstand thunder strikes without being damaged. It was created by the endless resentment and ghostly aura, a coexistence of yin and yang with remarkable resistance.

As long as the yin energy was sufficient, it could withstand even the most extreme yang thunder.

After all, the so-called Five Elements mutually generate and restrain each other. There is no absolute dominance of one thing over another in the world; everything is derived from and restrains each other.

Water can extinguish flames, but it can also be burned to ashes by raging fire.

"Go!"

Qí Yuánzōng's eyes turned cold as he controlled the flying sword and slashed towards Zheng Yi.

Sword qi filled the air along the way, interweaving with thunderous power. The dense yin energy was unable to stop it and was torn apart, creating a path forward.

Seeing this scene, Qí Yuánshàng and Qí Yuánmíng, after all, were brothers who had been together in the family for decades, and their thoughts were connected.

They both reached out their palms and came behind Qí Yuánzōng, pressing their palms against his back.

Their spiritual energy was of the same origin, continuously pouring into Qí Yuánzōng's body. They wanted to rely on the combined strength of the three of them to directly kill Zheng Yi on the spot.

With the power of the two brothers, Qí Yuánzōng's eyes emitted a deep and profound light. The speed of the flying sword he controlled increased by three points, and the endless thunder almost split apart the dark yin energy.

However, as they watched the flying sword and thunder about to strike in front of them, Zheng Yi remained expressionless. He reached out and grasped the handle of the Soul-Capturing Banner, gently waving it.

Numerous ghostly soldiers and fierce ghosts appeared in front of him. With his wave, these fierce ghosts emitted ghostly howls, their ethereal bodies twisted by an invisible force, forming a huge black funnel behind Zheng Yi.

The black funnel spun, shooting out an arrow that burned with pitch-black flames.

That is the Ghost Fire of the Netherworld, formed by the burning of highly compressed ghost energy, creating a special ghost flame.

But no one has seen it, within the core of the Ghost Fire of the Netherworld, there flickers a hint of blue-green light.

The third level of the Black Sha Technique, the Azure Profound Sha, the Devil Flame.

This elevates the overall quality of the Ghost Fire of the Netherworld to another level.

The Devil Flame confronts the Thunder.

Who will win and who will lose, is still uncertain!

In this sudden moment, so fast that it is terrifying, before anyone's thoughts can react.

The arrow burning with the Netherworld Devil Flame collides with the Thunder Flying Sword, which has gathered the power of the three disciples of the Qi Yuan Sect.

This is no longer an ordinary mid-level Qi Refining confrontation.

The three disciples of the Qi Yuan Sect are of the same root, cultivating the same root and origin of techniques, complementing each other, naturally invincible.

But Zheng Yi is not to be underestimated. Although he does not have siblings, the space within the Soul-Capturing Banner is self-contained, and the numerous Yin soldiers and fierce ghosts he has refined are his assistance.

"Boom!"

Terrifying power erupts, the arrow on the bowstring collapses inch by inch, and it seems that the Thunder Flying Sword has gained the upper hand.

However, the black flame with a hint of green evil aura, like maggots on bones, climbs onto the flying sword, directly causing the sword to emit a mournful cry, completely locking down its offensive momentum.

And as the Thunder Flying Sword is refined with blood and connected with consciousness, Qi Yuan Zong's face suddenly turns pale, and he groans in his mouth.

A trace of blood flows from the corner of his mouth.

Both sides can be said to have used all their means, it has already reached the point of no retreat.

Seeing Qi Yuan Zong at a disadvantage, Qi Yuan Ming and Qi Yuan Shang simultaneously shout, manipulating the flying sword to kill Zheng Yi.

And Qi Yuan Zong also exerts all his efforts to calm the surging blood and control the flickering thunder and lightning arcs on the flying sword, inch by inch extinguishing the devil flame attached to the surface of the sword.

The three of them join forces, the flying swords intertwine and crisscross, forming a huge sword formation, falling from the sky, dividing into the Three Powers formation, suppressing Zheng Yi's figure in the center.

Endless sword qi sprays out, like a metal storm, waves of sword blades, crazily slashing towards Zheng Yi.

"Indeed, Independent Cultivators and Immortal Cultivation Clans have three different levels of true inheritance."

"Every old Immortal Cultivation Clan, even if it is declining, still has a hidden trump card."

Comparing the combat power and cunning and changeable methods of the three members of the Qi family, Zheng Yi recalls the Independent Cultivators he encountered before, and the two sides are simply not on the same level.

Even if they are in the same realm, unless they are experienced old Rogue Cultivators, they are afraid they will be easily killed by the three members of the Qi Yuan Sect.

However, they may be strong, but Zheng Yi, as an inner disciple of the sect, is not to be underestimated either.

In his hand, he has already refined forty-nine Yin soldiers and fierce ghosts, and melted the Earth Soul Silver, producing the Soul-Capturing Banner, his own Law Weapon with the power of Yin and Yang.

This allows him to use almost cheating means to exert power far beyond his own realm.

Although the Soul-Capturing Banner is difficult to advance and has many restrictions, and is prone to being entangled by resentment, it cannot be denied that once it reaches a certain level, its power is almost abnormal.

The performance of the withered soul ancestor in the battle between righteousness and evil two hundred years ago has already confirmed this.

And Zheng Yi is also confident that in battles of the same level, the Soul-Capturing Banner in his hand is definitely not weaker than the withered soul ancestor.

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