Uncle Nine: I became Master Qianhe, and my fame resounded throughout the Daoist sect.

Chapter 490 Battle against the Netherworld Ghost King!

In an instant, they were all lifted up by the shockwave and flew backward like kites with broken strings.

This thrilling clash was undoubtedly a showdown between two top masters!

For the Maoshan Taoist priests who were slightly weaker, being able to survive the aftermath of such a fierce battle was already a stroke of good luck.

After all, this level of combat is not something they can easily dabble in.

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Seeing that Qianhe had managed to hold off the attack and that the other Taoist priests were also unharmed, the Netherworld Ghost King said with a cold face!

"Chizuru, today is just an appetizer; our battle has only just begun."

After finishing speaking, the Ghost King of the Underworld waved his black robe and then threw out a dark bead. The bead exploded, releasing a large amount of mist, which he intended to use to deal with Qianhe.

Of course, it's not over yet.

With a wave of his hands, the Ghost King of the Underworld unleashed a swarm of black shadows behind him. These shadows gradually coalesced into various grotesque and ferocious forms, roaring as they charged toward Qianhe.

Qianhe remained calm and composed, her footwork changing strangely as she formed hand seals. She shouted, "Maoshan Bagua Swimming Dragon Step, break!"

With a flash, he split into several illusory shadows, rapidly weaving through the horde of ghosts at a dizzying speed.

Wherever it passed, only shrill screams could be heard. The originally ferocious and menacing ghosts and monsters seemed to be blown away by an invisible hurricane, disappearing without a trace.

The Netherworld Ghost King's expression changed slightly, and a hint of surprise and anger flashed in his deep and cold eyes.

He quickly clasped his hands together and muttered incantations, as if he were chanting some mysterious and ancient spell.

As his chanting grew louder, an extremely dense black death aura erupted from the ground like a volcanic eruption, sweeping out in all directions.

However, Chizuru merely glanced at this powerful wave of death energy, a disdainful smile playing on her lips.

Immediately afterwards, the golden light emanating from his body suddenly surged again, like a golden sun shining brightly in the sky.

The dazzling golden light contained boundless power and a sacred aura, making it impossible to look directly at.

The Golden Light Divine Incantation was unleashed once more, and the powerful energy fluctuations distorted and deformed the surrounding space.

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"Hmph, it's nothing but a death throes! All petty tricks, utterly pathetic!" Qianhe snorted coldly, her voice clear and melodious yet carrying an irresistible air of authority.

At this moment, the golden light emanating from his body had become as dazzling as the real sun. Once the black death energy that had just surged up touched this golden light, it immediately melted and disintegrated like snow meeting the scorching sun, disappearing without a trace.

Upon seeing this, the Netherworld Ghost King narrowed his eyes.

He had witnessed Chizuru's methods firsthand.

He roared and rapidly formed various complex and strange hand seals on his hands.

"Drink up, try this trick of mine!"

In an instant, the entire ground trembled violently, and countless wide cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

With a series of deep roars, huge, skeletal skeletons slowly crawled out from the cracks.

These skeleton soldiers wielded various rusty weapons, some were incredibly sharp longswords, and others were heavy and massive battle axes.

With stiff and unsteady steps, they surged towards the thousand cranes, looking like a death army from hell, fierce and terrifying.

"Trash! Watch me wipe them out!"

Qianhe formed a hand seal: "Supreme True Lord, may your Dao energy endure forever! Gods and demons are formless, you will annihilate heaven and earth!"

He then unleashed the Earthly Fiend Decree.

He leaped into the air and slammed his fist into the ground.

"boom!"

"lb!"

A series of explosions began on the ground, and all the newly emerged skeleton soldiers were blown to smithereens!

"Is this all you can do to drain my mana? You think this can deplete my mana? What a joke!"

Chizuru spoke coldly, dismissing his actions with disdain.

Using these moves all the time, isn't that just draining his mana?

And that was indeed the plan of the Netherworld Ghost King—to deplete his magical power.

But how could Chizuru's magical power be so vast and boundless?

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"Heh, you saw through me!" The Netherworld Ghost King glanced at him indifferently.

The Netherworld Ghost King's eyes narrowed, and he thought to himself that he would have to use his true abilities.

He raised his hands high and chanted obscure incantations, and the sky immediately became overcast with dark clouds and lightning.

A bolt of purplish-black lightning struck him directly, enveloping him in purplish-black electric light, and his aura suddenly surged.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Qianhe was puzzled by the actions of the Netherworld Ghost King, wondering what he was doing.

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