Wang Xiaoqiang said, spreading his arms, opening his hands, palms facing upward, in a gesture of holding up the heavens.

At the same time, in his mind, he engaged in various visualizations, imagining himself as a constellation in the starry sky.

As his visualization progressed, above the starry sky, winds rose and clouds surged, forming two vortexes of storms. From these tumultuous vortexes, two massive forces were born, crashing down mightily to eventually land in Wang Xiaoqiang's hands, manifesting as two ethereal swords.

In his right hand was the Yang Sword, and in his left, the Yin Sword.

Wielding the twin swords, Wang Xiaoqiang took on the postures of sword dancing, performing mysterious moves as depicted on the Pisces constellation.

His heroic flair blossomed, and his sword movements were elegant, just like the Ancient Sword God of old.

The Yin Sword and Yang Sword moved in tandem, the Yang Sword as fierce as fire, the Yin Sword as gentle as water.

The Pisces Sword Technique was fully deployed, the Yin-Yang Twin Swords coordinating with each other, reinforcing each other in a mutual dance of yin and yang.

Wang Xiaoqiang with the Yin-Yang Twin Swords moved in fluid circles at will.

Suddenly, a Taiji Diagram transformed into being, spinning endlessly between the Yin-Yang Twin Swords like a vast windwheel. In its center were flashes of electric arcs, around it flashed a Taiji Light Wheel, a formidable force surging with overwhelming might.

While employing the Pisces Sword Technique, Wang Xiaoqiang infused the mental method of the Thunderclap Annihilation Palm into the technique. Therefore, the Taiji Diagram also contained lightning, significantly amplifying its power.

By then, even Wang Xiaoqiang could feel the continuous shocks of current and the unstoppable mighty force reverberating into his palms, causing his hands to go numb. Had his Body Training Skill not reached the Late Stage of Organ Refining Realm, he might not have been able to maintain a firm grip on the twin swords.

"Go!" Wang Xiaoqiang roared, and with a thrust of his swords, boom, the Taiji Diagram charged towards the Myriad Ghost Elder Ancestor.

The Myriad Ghost Ancestor, seeing Wang Xiaoqiang deploying another ultimate technique, and this time one that was unheard and unseen by him, was shocked and dared not to be careless. He immediately condensed a thick Corpse Qi Shield in front of him.

The next moment...

The Taiji Diagram collided with the Corpse Qi Shield, exploding like a bomb with a thunderous blast, shattering the shield to pieces. Amidst crackling and popping sounds, electric arcs exploded forth, all striking towards the Myriad Ghost Ancestor.

The Myriad Ghost Ancestor turned pale with fright, unable to dodge in time. Multiple flashes of lightning struck his body, or more precisely, his turtle shell-like armor. The armor took the hits for him, but the ghostly faces on it screamed chaotically as they were struck by the electricity.

After several exchanges, Wang Xiaoqiang and the Myriad Ghost Ancestor were at a stalemate. Unlike a chess game that appreciates a worthy opponent, life-and-death battles do not afford such luxury.

During a fight to the death, if one side is unable to rapidly defeat the other, both will fall into an endless struggle of attrition, and the initial fervor will gradually turn into a prolonged ordeal.

But let's leave Wang Xiaoqiang and the Myriad Ghost Ancestor locked in combat for now and turn to Huan Qingyi and the avatar of Myriad Ghosts. After several rounds of fighting, the avatar, leveraging its superior strength, gained a slight upper hand,

However, as Wang Xiaoqiang predicted, the avatar's subjective consciousness was weak. Seeing that its opponent was a woman of exquisite beauty, charming in a thousand ways, and with a graceful demeanor, it refrained from delivering ruthless, lethal strikes, hence failing to swiftly defeat Huan Qingyi.

Huan Qingyi, realizing that this avatar of Myriad Ghosts was even more lecherous than its true body, knew Wang Xiaoqiang's words rang true. Thus, during the battle, she deliberately displayed charming gestures and gave seductive glances.

Watching Huan Qingyi's enchanting demeanor, the avatar of Myriad Ghosts felt its desires flare up, wishing it could immediately pin her down and have its way with her.

Huan Qingyi saw her opponent's anger billow increasingly out of control, approaching the verge of eruption. She stood up straight, cast a flirtatious glance, and posing coquettishly, said, "Hmph, you're too much for little me to handle, you know. If you want me, just say it. There, I'll stay still now, just put down your weapons and come here!"

With such a coy glance and teasing gesture, topped with a sweet invitation, the avatar of Myriad Ghosts was completely bewitched and, without any guard, threw away its Ghost Head Blade magic treasure and walked towards Huan Qingyi.

As he approached her, fixated on Huan Qingyi, he licked his dark lips with his black tongue and rubbed his hands together, a picture of eager anticipation.

Right as he was spellbound and defenselessly closed the distance to Huan Qingyi, like a tiger pouncing on its prey to topple her, Huan Qingyi's expression turned cold, and she thrust her Immortal Sword.

Thrust!

The sword pierced into the avatar's abdomen, penetrating through its body.

The avatar's eyes widened suddenly, coming back to its senses, and then a ferocious expression appeared. Despite being gravely injured, it gathered all its remaining strength, condensing Corpse Qi, and struck out towards Huan Qingyi.

Huan Qingyi's complexion changed, she withdrew her sword and flew back, but in the end, she was still struck by the Corpse Qi-filled palms.

Although the palm strike was not heavy, the terrifying Corpse Qi invaded her skin, entering her body and causing her delicate frame to shudder with cold.

Huan Qingyi, despite the Corpse Qi attacking her body, in a critical moment, flicked her Immortal Sword, shaking out dozens of Sword Flowers.

Those Sword Flowers, green leaves intermingled with white petals, were composed of the wood and metal Spiritual Power within her body, beautiful as blossoms.

"Sword Flower Spin!"

With a cold shout from Huan Qingyi, her Immortal Sword spun, immediately sending those dozens of Sword Flowers hurtling towards the gravely injured Avatar of Myriad Ghosts.

Watching the beautiful Sword Flowers spiraling towards itself, the Avatar of Myriad Ghosts showed no appreciation in its eyes, only overwhelming fear.

Despite being gravely injured, in order to save itself, it desperately condensed a Corpse Qi Shield for defense.

Just as the Corpse Qi Shield had formed, the dozens of swiftly spinning Sword Flowers struck it, drilling holes through the shield like giant drill bits, breaking through and all hitting the Avatar of Myriad Ghosts' body.

The body of the Avatar of Myriad Ghosts shook, its eyes suddenly widened in unspeakable fear, as it reached out to call back the Ghost Head Blade Magic Treasure to its hand, wanting to follow its True Body's lead and slash off the flesh with the embedded Sword Flowers. But it was already too late...

Huan Qingyi urgently shouted, "Explode!"

As the word "explode" left her mouth, a series of explosions rang out, boom boom boom..., immediately turning the body of the Avatar of Myriad Ghosts to shreds in the explosion, a thick mist of blood rising in the air.

As the Avatar exploded, the True Body of Myriad Ghosts, still entangled in battle with Wang Xiaoqiang, also shook violently. He stared in horror at the spot where the Avatar had exploded, the blood mist not yet fully dispersed, and bellowed angrily, "Huan Qingyi, you killed my Avatar, I swear we will not coexist under the same sky!"

Seizing the moment the True Body of Myriad Ghosts was distracted, Wang Xiaoqiang fired an arrow from his Sun-Shooting Bow with a whoosh. The Gang Qi Arrow struck the True Body of Myriad Ghosts on the shoulder, splattering a large patch of blood.

The True Body of Myriad Ghosts' body shook, then, clutching its shoulder, it turned an angry glare at Wang Xiaoqiang. But it suddenly found that its right arm, struck by the arrow, felt numb and limp, unable to exert any strength.

"Haha, Myriad Ghosts nobody, with your Avatar gone, just wait for death!" Wang Xiaoqiang said as he shot another arrow, this one aiming straight for the head of Myriad Ghost Ancestor.

Whoosh!

The Gang Qi Arrow flew out, and if this shot landed, it could take the life of Myriad Ghost Ancestor.

The eyes of Myriad Ghost Ancestor suddenly widened, his pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints, and then with a summoning gesture, the Skull that was ceaselessly battling with the Patterned Beast, whooshed back and blocked in front of Myriad Ghost Ancestor.

Watching the Gang Qi Arrow blazing towards it, about to hit the Skull, suddenly two eerie beams of red light shot out from the Skull's eyes, like infrared rays, thin as silk threads. The two beams of red light struck the Gang Qi Arrow.

Whoosh whoosh!

Bang!

The Gang Qi Arrow exploded upon colliding with those eerie red lights.

Having thwarted Wang Xiaoqiang's lethal shot, Myriad Ghost Ancestor leaped into the air, stood on top of the Skull, veins bulging on his face, eyes ablaze with furious rage, he cast a venomous glance at Huan Qingyi, then at Wang Xiaoqiang, and roared angrily, "Huan Qingyi, Wang Xiaoqiang, you just wait for me! One day, this elder will capture the two of you alive, skin you, eat your flesh, drink your blood, draw your tendons, and even refine your souls into my ghost soldiers to be at my beck and call for life..."

With those bitter words, Myriad Ghost Ancestor waved his robe sleeve, and the Skull, bearing his body, shot away towards the distant night sky.

Following the departure of Myriad Ghost Ancestor, those ghost soldiers and ghost generals also fled the battle.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't pursue, for he noticed that Huan Qingyi was now deathly pale, trembling convulsively like reeds in the wind. Although she remained standing by sheer willpower, it was clear she had suffered serious injuries.

Watching her shivering figure in mid-air, like bamboo in the wind, Wang Xiaoqiang flew towards her and caught her in his arms, only to realize her body was as cold as ice.

"Little Qiang, I... I've been hit by Corpse Qi, I... I'm so cold, hold... hold me tight…" Huan Qingyi said, chattering through clenched teeth.

"Corpse Qi?" Wang Xiaoqiang exclaimed in shock. Having witnessed the power of the Corpse Qi on a demon corpse, the news that Huan Qingyi was struck by it filled him with panic. "What... what do we do?"

"Little Qiang, we... we must Dual Cultivate as soon as possible, using the Primordial Yang inside your body, to... to drive away the Corpse Qi within me…" Huan Qingyi's voice trembled, barely forming words.(To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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