Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 533: The Yellow Spring Ghost Slayer Formation

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Shan Yue's cheeks grew rosier, and her eyes became somewhat dazed as she stared at Song Wen.

Her red lips parted slightly, gently taking Song Wen's fingers in her mouth.

With a quick flick of her tongue, she rolled the pill up.

Her long neck moved smoothly, and the pill was swallowed into her abdomen.

Song Wen could only feel two soft petals wrapping around his fingers, as if they were gently entwined in delicate silk, soft and warm.

A tongue, like a spirit snake, brushed over his fingertips, sending a shivering, tingling sensation that felt like a current of electricity running from his fingertips throughout his body, intoxicating and distracting.

"Ai ya, what are you doing..."

"Stop it, be gentle. You've torn my clothes..."

After an intimate and deep exchange, the morning sun slowly rose, casting its light on the swiftly moving flying ship.

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Half a month later.

Noon.

The blazing sun was high in the sky.

Xing Yixuan's figure appeared above the isolated island where she last met Yin Bing.

The island was only a few miles in radius, with scattered vegetation.

Xing Yixuan scanned the entire island with her spiritual sense. There was nothing unusual, aside from a few wild beasts that weren't even considered demonic beasts. There were no other living creatures.

"It seems Yin Bing hasn't arrived yet." Xing Yixuan thought to herself.

She lowered her figure and landed in a sparse thicket.

She sat cross-legged on a large stone and waited quietly for Yin Bing's arrival.

Several breaths later, Xing Yixuan suddenly opened her eyes.

She sensed an abnormal fluctuation of spiritual energy around her.

"Could it be that Yin Bing set up an ambush here, trying to surprise me?"

A sense of unease rose in Xing Yixuan's heart, accompanied by a surge of uncontrollable anger.

She quickly activated her movement technique, her figure shooting up like an arrow.

However, just as she rose less than ten feet off the ground, a huge black symbol appeared directly above her head.

The black symbol constantly devoured the surrounding spiritual energy, transforming it into a chilling wind that violently swept downwards.

The cold wind was piercing, filled with a heavy aura of death, as if countless sharp blades were descending upon Xing Yixuan.

Before the wind even came close, Xing Yixuan already felt an immense pressure, as if a mountain was bearing down on her.

Without hesitation, she changed direction and flew horizontally to escape.

However, to her shock, another huge black symbol appeared before her.

Not only that, she was terrified to see more black symbols materializing around her in all directions.

Six black symbols appeared in the air, forming an invisible cage, trapping her within.

Each symbol emitted a faint black light, continuously rotating in the air.

Inside the formation, the winds howled, accompanied by the mournful wails of angry spirits.

Suddenly, a dark banner appeared in Xing Yixuan's hand, and it began to flutter.

In an instant, a large amount of water vapor surged around her, gathering in the air to form a stream of water.

The water not only protected Xing Yixuan, shielding her from the corrosive wind, but it also flowed upward like the Milky Way, targeting the black symbols above.

"Boom..."

A thunderous sound echoed through the sky.

The water surged from beneath Xing Yixuan's feet, shooting upwards and continuously slamming into the black symbols.

The black symbol above shook violently under the water's impact, its light flickering, as though it might be destroyed at any moment.

Outside the Formation

Song Wen held a black formation disk, with his whole body's spiritual power continuously flowing into the disk.

The formation he set up was the Yellow Spring Ghost Slayer Formation, that he got from Si Xi.

This formation had a total of thirteen formation flags, which Song Wen had hidden around the island before Xing Yixuan's arrival.

Seeing that the mere Yin wind would not pose a threat to Xing Yixuan, Song Wen's hand gestures changed suddenly.

In an instant, six black runes appeared as if they were gates to the underworld, and one by one, ghostly figures began to pour out from them.

The ghosts had different forms: some were disheveled, with fierce and hideous faces; others were dismembered, their bodies still wailing.

Among them, the ghosts emerging from the top rune were immediately engulfed by the surging water and dissipated.

The ghosts, carried by the Yin wind, madly pounced on Xing Yixuan.

"Poof, poof, poof..."

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The ghosts collided with the water stream as if they were moths flying into the flame, swept by the water and crashing into the symbols above.

Countless ghosts struggled and wailed in the torrents, creating a tragic symphony that echoed over the island.

The rushing water, like fire, continuously devoured the moth-like ghosts who were too weak to resist.

However, although the moths were small, if there are enough, they could still extinguish the fire.

They continued to charge forward, disregarding death.

The individual ghosts were weak and not particularly frightening, but they poured out endlessly from the black runes, seemingly without end.

Even the inverted Milky Way has its limits to bear.

What was once a surging torrent began to show signs of fatigue.

Xing Yixuan, urging the Flag of Waves, also began to feel the strain.

She knew she couldn't continue like this, or she would eventually be defeated by exhaustion of her spiritual power.

Clenching her silver teeth, a bloody, sweet taste filled her mouth.

She opened her mouth and spat, releasing a jet of vital blood.

The vital blood formed into a blood arrow, scattering into the dark banner.

The Flag of Waves immediately emitted a powerful dark light, fluttering fiercely as it circled around Xing Yixuan.

Her figure suddenly rose, her momentum soaring like a deity descending from the sea.

She stepped on the surging torrent and charged directly at the black runes above.

The Flag of Waves's pole became a sharp, long spear, crashing violently into the runes.

The black runes shook violently under the impact of the spear, and the surrounding space seemed to twist from the force.

The runes shattered abruptly, turning into a dark light that dissipated in the air.

With the destruction of the black runes, the Yellow Spring Ghost Slayer Formation collapsed immediately. The previously raging Yin wind and vengeful ghosts also dissipated.

Song Wen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes cold as he looked at Xing Yixuan. The formation had been broken, and the backlash from the spiritual power had caused him internal injuries.

He took a deep breath, calming his turbulent inner energy and surging blood.

He realized that his understanding of the Dao of formations was still shallow, and his use of the Yellow Spring Ghost Slayer Formation came entirely from Si Xi's notes, resulting in some awkward application, failing to bring out the true power of the formation.

If Si Xi had been here, he would not have let Xing Yixuan break the formation so easily.

"Who are you? Why are you ambushing me on this island? Where is Yin Bing?" Xing Yixuan coldly asked.

Her situation was no better than Song Wen's. Having used the Flag of Waves with full force for so long had drained much of her spiritual power.

Additionally, forcing out her vital blood to briefly enhance the power of her natal magic weapon, the Flag of Waves, had greatly exhausted her body.

She had not fled because she had realized that Song Wen's cultivation was below hers.

Now that the formation was broken and the greatest threat had been eliminated, there was no need to fear him.

Xing Yixuan had not anticipated that Yin Bing was already dead. Before taking Song Wen's life, she wanted to understand Yin Bing's fate. The Thousand Mile Breath Tracking Technique was crucial to her and the Xing family.

"You still have the nerve to worry about others? You should worry about yourself first," Song Wen said coldly.

(End of the Chapter)

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