Chapter Eighty-Five: The Five Elements Earth Spirit

  However, Xiao Yu couldn't care about that much. Seeing Lao Gui's aura was about to reach its peak, Xiao Yu hastily retreated a few steps and sat down cross-legged. He arrived at the Shi Hai space and gazed at these three artifacts composed of mysterious patterns. He let out a soft sigh, it was they who had changed themselves. But he couldn't think much about it, in an instant, he reached up to grasp these three artifacts. The mysterious patterns that made up the three artifacts extended out a part and combined with Xiao Yu's yin soul palm, forming a whole.

  Xiao You held the Judge's Brush in his right hand and the Book of Dark Souls in his left, with the Demon-Slaying Sword hanging from his waist. He burst through the space of the Sea of Consciousness and arrived before his physical body. He didn't want to end up like Iron Crutch Li, whose body was destroyed and had to find a beggar's body to possess.

  Xiao Yu's yin soul, carrying three magical instruments, floated in front of his physical body, looking at the ugly old ghost whose aura was still increasing in the air. At this time, Xiao Yu's yin soul had become somewhat substantial due to swallowing the evil spirits from the Mangu Ghost Tunnel.

  The ugly old ghost was shocked to see Xiao Yu's dark soul suddenly appear, this is not something that an ordinary little Taoist can do. Originally, he thought that only exploding half of the origin would be enough to get rid of Xiao Yu, but seeing Xiao Yu's dark soul appear, Xiao Yu's dark soul brought a sense of majesty as it looked at the old ghost, and the three magical instruments it carried with it emitted a faint aura of majesty and mysterious fluctuations.

  The black-clad ghost saw Xiao You floating in mid-air, holding the Judge's Brush and the Yin Soul Register, with the Demon-Slaying Sword hanging from his waist. Suddenly, two strands of dark energy emerged from his eyes, flowing down his cheeks like a black line. A excited howl escaped his lips. However, the black-clad ghost's aura was gradually weakening.

  Wanjia Yi and the many little ghosts saw the appearance of the black-clothed ghost, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of worry in their eyes. They surrounded the black-clothed ghost, howling loudly and restlessly, feeling that it was slowly weakening. In their hearts, the black-clothed ghost was their protective deity. These ghosts, unable to enter reincarnation, had followed the black-clothed ghost for over a hundred years, naturally having extremely deep feelings.

  Xiao Yu, floating in mid-air, heard the excited howls of the black-clothed ghost and turned his head to look at the black-clothed ghost standing far away, who was continuously letting out excited howls. He also felt that the black-clothed ghost's origin was constantly dissipating. Although he didn't know why the black-clothed ghost was like this, Xiao Yu's heart couldn't help but reveal a thread of excitement. When he looked at the black-clothed ghost again, his eyes already held a hint of intimacy, although Xiao Yu didn't know where this intimacy came from.

  The ugly old ghost saw Xiao Yu turn his head to look at the black-clothed ghost, feeling that an opportunity had come, and suddenly charged towards Xiao Yu with a resolute momentum.

  Although Xiao Yu was staring at the black-clothed ghost, he also felt that Lao Gui was charging over with a resolute determination. Xiao Yu held the Judge's Brush and lightly danced it, the golden threads following the tip of the brush as they streaked through the air. The golden threads on the tip of the brush, following the dance of the Judge's Brush, formed into lines that lingered without dispersing. These lines, following the dance of the Judge's Brush, formed a 'seal' character made up of golden silk threads to meet the charging Lao Gui.

  The golden threads that make up the seal character are like a large net, trapping the old devil who is rushing towards it. The old devil trapped by the golden net, as soon as his body comes into contact with the golden silk thread, a puff of green smoke emerges, and the old devil lets out a mournful howl.

  The old devil saw that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the large net made of golden threads. He gritted his teeth and a ferocious glint flashed across his face. His entire origin burst forth violently, releasing an extremely powerful aura from his body. Under the impact of the old devil's aura, the entire space was filled with flying sand and pebbles. The black-clothed ghost and those small ghosts were blown away, stumbling about and unable to stand upright. Wan Jiaoyi had already been blown into the air, but managed to avoid being swept away because one hand grasped the arm of the black-clothed ghost.

  Seeing that Lao Gui had exploded all the Ben Yuan, Xiao Yu's physical body now has no defensive power at all. If he is hurt by Lao Gui, Xiao Yu will not even have a place to cry. So Xiao Yu handed the Judge Pen to his left hand and took out the Demon-Slaying Sword hanging from his waist with his right hand.

  The sword of beheading demons and eliminating evil was unsheathed, and the space around it was illuminated with a faint golden light. Under the illumination of this golden light, regardless of whether they were old ghosts, black-robed ghosts or those numerous small ghosts, all let out waves of mournful cries.

  "Yao-Meng Jian - Slash!" Xiao Ye didn't expect the Yao-Meng Jian to be so powerful, just drawing it out of its scabbard would have such might. He quickly let out a low shout and slashed at the ugly old ghost that was struggling in mid-air, bound by the explosion of its own origin.

  "Ah......" The ugly old demon who ignited all the origins was cut off by the sword of slaying demons and monsters, and let out a miserable cry at the moment it was cut off. With a "boom", it dissipated.

  At the moment when the ugly old ghost dissipated, Xiao You retracted his sword for beheading demons and exorcising evil spirits. The golden light in the entire space quickly disappeared. If it weren't for those small ghosts still rolling on the ground and letting out waves of mournful cries, one would hardly notice that anything had happened here.

  As Xiao Yu put away the Demon-Slaying Sword, his dark soul wavered for a moment. He didn't expect that just one sword strike would consume so much energy. The dark soul that had somewhat materialized earlier now became illusory once again.

  Xiao Yu looked at his own illusory yin soul, and the corners of his mouth actually drew out a curve of excitement. To know that even if Zhong Kui's yin soul was consumed, he would still be afraid, but Xiao Yu was different. Xiao Yu was now a strong yin soul with a weak physical body. If he allowed his yin soul to continue growing stronger while his physical body couldn't keep up, Xiao Yu's physical body would eventually collapse from being unable to withstand the strength of his yin soul. Now that his yin soul had weakened, however, he wouldn't have to worry about his physical body being weak for a long time.

  Xiao Yu's yin soul instantly returned to his body, and Xiao Yu, who was sitting on the ground, opened his eyes and stood up. The moment he stood up, Xiao Yu's eyes turned black, and he swayed twice, almost falling back down to the ground. Xiao Yu shook off his dizziness and slowly walked towards the black-clothed ghost.

  A group of little ghosts saw Xiao Yu walk over, and they all stepped forward, blocking the black-clothed ghost. Even Wan Jia-yi was no exception, she was like a mother hen protecting her chicks, stretching out her arms to completely block the black-clothed ghost behind her. Her eyes glared at Xiao Yu with resentment.

  "Haha......" The black-clothed ghost standing at the end saw the group of ghosts blocking his way and let out a hearty laugh, feeling that everything he had done over the years was worth it.

  Although the Black Robed Ghost's origin had dissipated by more than half and his shadow was starting to disperse, he didn't have a single worry about his own situation. Instead, he separated the ghost that was blocking him and looked at Xiao Ye with an excited face.

  The black-robed ghost rushed to the front of a group of ghosts, his somewhat scattered body was filled with excitement. The black-robed ghost quickly walked several steps and arrived in front of Xiao Yu, then "thud" knelt down, letting out a hoarse cry that sounded like both laughter and tears, while shouting repeatedly: "Master Tian Shi, Master Tian Shi... Little Tu misses you so much! Misses you..."

  Xiao Yu furrowed his brow, looking at the black-clad ghost kneeling in front of him with a bewildered expression. He didn't recognize him, yet somehow he felt a hint of familiarity towards him.

  Looking at Xiao Yu who was standing there with a bewildered face, the black-clothed ghost became even more distressed, and the origin flowing out of his eyes accelerated: "Master Tian, don't you recognize Little Tu anymore? Have you forgotten about Little Tu?"

  Looking at the black-clothed ghost in front of him who had already reached the edge of collapse, a surge of extremely painful emotions also emerged from Xiao Yu's heart 'Who is he? Who is he after all? Why is there a thread of pain in my heart?'

  Xiao Yu endured the pain in his heart, thinking hard about Zhong Kui's memories. Suddenly, a huge amount of information impacted Xiao Yu's mind again. Due to the experience from the previous two times, Xiao Yu did not suffer too much this time and absorbed the memories.

  This is a memory of Zhong Kui becoming the Heavenly Master, about Zhong Kui and his slaves, saying that the slaves are actually in Zhong Kui's heart like brothers.

  "The Five Elements are not the only ones who can control the earth, I am not the Tian Shi in your heart, I am just his successor!" Xiao Yu opened his eyes and looked at the black-clothed ghost in front of him, whose body was on the verge of dispersing, and said with a pang of pain in his heart.

  "Impossible... if you weren't the Heavenly Master's grandfather, how would your spirit have the aura of the Heavenly Master?" The black-clothed ghost shouted at Xiao Ye with a disbelieving face.

  "Zhong Kui has merged his last strand of true spirit into my yin soul!" A hint of sadness also appeared in Xiao Yu's voice.