"Heh heh heh..."
The Black Robed Taoist looked at Qin Yang, who was barely holding off a few ghost souls, then glanced at Qin Feng, whose protective golden light was gradually dimming. He let out a chilling laugh, reminiscent of a Night Owl, revealing a hint of cruel ruthlessness.
Qin Feng did not want to use the Cold Ice Sword Talisman on the skull and the dozen Yin Souls in front of him.
Because those things meant nothing to the Black Robed Taoist.
If he needed ghost souls, he could just kill a few cultivators and refine new ghost items. Even if Qin Feng used the sword talisman to slay these ghost souls, it would not cause any loss to the Black Robed Taoist.
Qin Feng formed a spell with his hands, mobilizing the still very thin spiritual power within him, and cast the strongest spell he currently knew.
As his spell changed, he almost exhausted the spiritual power in his dantian, barely conjuring two illusions of a dragon and a tiger.
This was the fundamental spell of the "Dragon and Tiger Profound Returning Origin Skill" he had cultivated, conjuring dragon and tiger illusions for protection and attack.
Unfortunately, he had only started cultivating for a few days. Even with the help of the Qi Gathering Pill, he had not accumulated much spiritual power and was still stuck in the first layer of Qi Refinement.
"Huff..."
A gust of wind blew, and the dragon and tiger illusions rushed towards the skull, colliding with it fiercely.
Yet, the skull did not move at all.
Although the tiger illusion raised a slight breeze, it could only blow dry leaves and small stones, far from enough to shake this skull, as hard as iron.
Even though the skull had lost two large teeth when it bit into the protective golden light of the Vajra Body Protection Spirit Talisman, that did not mean it was easy to deal with. After all, it was an artifact refined by a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator, not something that a small cultivator in the first layer of Qi Refinement could handle.
The tiger illusion had no effect, and the dragon illusion was only slightly stronger.
Because it was formed of water vapor, when the dragon illusion pounced on the skull, it left a layer of mist on the skull, making it look as if it had been washed, bright and shiny.
"Ha ha ha..."
The Black Robed Taoist laughed heartily, his laughter full of mockery, ridiculing Qin Feng for overestimating himself by fighting his refined skull with the cultivation of the first layer of Qi Refinement.
Qin Yang, behind him, was speechless.
Was his cousin out of his mind? Knowing they were no match, why waste spiritual power here instead of saving it for an opportunity to escape?
After laughing, the Black Robed Taoist waved his Long Banner again, releasing a black mist that covered the area within a dozen feet around Qin Feng and Qin Yang.
At first, they were startled, thinking the old Taoist had summoned a fierce ghost again, but soon realized the black mist was not formed by ghost souls but was pure Yin Evil.
Pure Yin Evil could corrode their bodies, but as long as they protected themselves with spiritual power, it would not cause much harm in a short time.
However, the ghost souls moved even faster in this Yin Evil. Even their originally somewhat illusory ghost bodies became more solid.
Qin Feng gave the Taoist a strange look.
According to reason, a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator should have more than this in terms of means. Why did it seem like the old Taoist was deliberately holding back, not intending to kill them?
Otherwise, even if the old Taoist was somewhat wary of his Cold Ice Sword Talisman, killing his cousin Qin Yang should not be difficult.
Yet, both of them were still alive, and from beginning to end, the Black Robed Taoist only released a dozen ghost souls against them. It seemed... a bit strange.
Moreover, looking at the Long Banner in the Black Robed Taoist's hand, it should be an evil spiritual artifact, the Hundred Ghosts Banner. Even so, the Taoist preferred to consume the Yin Evil Qi inside the banner rather than release more ghost souls against them.
Was it deliberate, or was it because there were no other ghost souls left in the Hundred Ghosts Banner?
Before Qin Feng could figure it out, the old Taoist's expression changed, and he shouted, "Two juniors, how dare you be arrogant in front of me? I'll send you to see King Yan."
With that, the old Taoist waved his sleeve, and a White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer flew out, with immense force, landing on Qin Feng.
With a bang, Qin Feng's body was sent flying several feet until he crashed into a large tree and fell to the ground.
Just one blow shattered the already dim golden light protecting him, injuring his internal organs, and causing him to spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Qin Feng was horrified, realizing the power of a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator.
Although the power of his Vajra Protection Talisman had already diminished significantly, being injured so easily with just one hit meant even if the talisman was at full power, it wouldn't withstand many blows from the Taoist.
Excruciating pain surged from his internal organs, nearly making Qin Feng faint, but he knew he could not collapse. Otherwise, he might never get up again.
Enduring the pain, Qin Feng supported himself with trembling arms, planning to get up and avoid the next hit while also mobilizing the remaining spiritual power within him to activate the Cold Ice Sword Talisman.
Even if the sword talisman might not harm the Black Robed Taoist, it was better to hold on for a moment longer.
On the other side, after sending Qin Feng flying, the Black Robed Taoist directed the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer at Qin Yang.
Qin Yang had no spirit talisman for protection. If such a forceful hit landed on him, he would be killed instantly!
"Stop!"
Just as the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer was about to hit Qin Yang, a furious shout came from afar.
At the same time, a sword light flew like lightning, striking the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer and knocking it away, saving Qin Yang.
Both Qin Feng and Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Tianchou had finally arrived.
If he had been a moment later, they would have died at the hands of the old Taoist.
Their souls might even be captured by the evil Taoist and refined into fierce ghosts for the Hundred Ghosts Banner.
Li Tianchou's figure flew over swiftly.
He had been searching in another direction, farther away, so he was slightly delayed. Fortunately, Qin Feng and Qin Yang were still unharmed. Though he didn't care if Qin Long would get angry or if the small Qin Family would trouble him, it would be somewhat embarrassing.
Li Tianchou glanced at Qin Feng and Qin Yang, seeing they were both okay, he was relieved. He turned to the old Taoist and coldly said, "Dare to harm someone in front of me? I will slay you!"
Li Tianchou was clearly a pure sword cultivator. His words had barely left his mouth, and his sword had already been drawn.
As his sword technique moved, the flying sword in midair shone brilliantly, transforming into a ten-foot-long sword light, fierce and terrifying, slashing towards the Black Robed Taoist.
The Black Robed Taoist snorted coldly, "I'm not afraid of you."
As he spoke, he tossed the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer, making it collide with the flying sword.
However, the power of Li Tianchou's sword was far beyond his expectation. The White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer couldn't withstand it, and with a single slash, it was sent flying, falling back into the hand of the Black Robed Taoist.
"Such a formidable sword cultivator... I won't play with you anymore."
The Taoist let out a strange cry, turned around, and rode a black wind, flying away.
"Where do you think you're going? Leave your life behind!"
Li Tianchou would not let the old Taoist escape. Calling back his flying sword, he stepped onto it and chased after the Black Robed Taoist through the sky.