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Earlier, a female ghost was directly scattered by her master's Tao technique. Just now, she had used her own peach wood sword to scatter one, and now, three more appeared. The little Taoist did not know the depth of these three ghosts' cultivation, so he did not dare to recklessly fight with them. Instead, he raised his peach wood sword and placed it horizontally in front of his eyes, ready to strike.

This peach wood sword was his master's magic tool. After being nurtured for several decades, it had gained some intelligence and felt the existence of a ghost. It naturally emitted a layer of faint green light that covered the sword.

When the three ghosts appeared, their pale faces simultaneously revealed a sinister smile. They slowly walked towards the little Daoist. To be exact, they floated over because their feet didn't touch the ground.

If one wanted to harm others, it was simply because they absorbed the soul force from others. The reason why ghosts were so lonely was because when they died, they died violently and were unable to enter the Six Paths of Samsara, so they could only live in the places where the Yin energy was hidden, they did not dare to appear during the day. Even at night, they did not dare to act recklessly, as the people knew that there were three flames on a person's body, which were the so-called yang energies that ghosts feared the most.

As a result, they only dared to act against weaker women at night, and most of them were women. This was because the yang energy in women's bodies was weaker than that of men, making them easier to deal with, but not all women had weaker yang energy, and there was also a portion of women whose yang energy was heavier than that of men.

Compared to ordinary women, the ones with weaker yang energy were children, and the smaller the child, the weaker the yang energy. Thus, in normal families, the child would not be able to carry the child out of the house even if it was daytime, regardless of whether it was a boy or a girl, and the child's idea was weak. It was easy to bump into evil spirits, and their usual behavior was to cry and shout at night.

The topic went a bit too far. Let's return to the main topic at hand. Logically speaking, this little Daoist should have a strong Yang aura. Moreover, he's a cultivator, so he's even better than ordinary people.

Where the yin energy was dense, the ghost's cultivation would become relatively stronger. Moreover, this little Daoist was not only heavy with yang energy, but his soul force was also extremely strong, and this was what these ghosts urgently wanted.

This was because the lone soul would not always remain in the Yang World. After drifting in the Yang World for a long time, the remaining soul force in their bodies would become weaker and weaker, until it finally dissipated into thin air.

It was fine if he died violently, but since his soul couldn't enter the Six Paths of Samsara, the only result was waiting for his soul force to gradually be worn down by the yang energy in the world, eventually turning into nothingness, as if he never came to this world.

The first way is to cultivate on your own, gradually making your soul stronger. However, normal souls and ghosts don't even understand the cultivation method of ghosts, so they can only wait for their soul force to gradually wear out. Only those that died in the dead, especially those that were wronged and tragic, will have unusually strong soul force, such as grievances, wraiths, and even those that have cultivated to a certain degree, such as demons and devils, such as these evil beings, are hard to find even one in a million. The second method was to devour a living person's soul force, causing his or her soul force to become much stronger. This way, the devoured person's soul would be severely wounded, and they might even die from some fatal injuries.

And this little daoist, although his yang energy was heavy, his soul force was also very strong. In a formation like the Yin Gathering Array, it was able to make those ghosts become strong, to the point that they dared to directly face him. The little daoist, seeing these three ghosts walk towards him, felt a little fear in his heart, but he still raised the peach wood sword in his hand, and rushed towards the three ghosts.

At the same time, the three wraiths also increased their speed and rushed towards the little Daoist at the same time. A wave of cold wind assaulted their faces and penetrated into their bone marrow, the little Daoist shouted, the peach wood sword in his hand danced with a few sword flowers, and he rushed towards the three lone ghost, the sword glyph on the peach wood sword faintly appeared, and the azure light shone brightly for a moment, and with one sword, he directly slashed at one of the ghost's shoulder. The ghost opened its mouth, but its body blurred for a moment, but it still extended its miserable white hand, grabbing towards the little Daoist, while the other two objects were struck by the ghost.

Immediately after, the little Daoist let out a groan and channeled all of his Spirit Qi into the peach wood sword. The sword shone even brighter and the runes on it became even clearer, the ghost he chopped down turned into a ball of black mist and fused into the continuously churning black mist, following that, the little Daoist turned his sword around and stabbed towards the back of a ghost that was hugging onto his waist, the ghost let out a mournful wail and its body also blurred out for a moment before the little Daoist once again infused a bit of Spirit Energy into the peach wood sword, and finally, the second thing also disappeared.

However, the third ghost had already ran behind him and tightly hugged him. Its body was undoubtedly ice-cold. This caused the little Daoist to feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he was wrapped up in a cold piece of ice.

The ghost suddenly opened its mouth and bit onto his shoulder. The little cultivator once again let out a groan as he felt something in his body gather at the big mouth of the ghost. His consciousness went into a daze for a while.

"No, I can't just fall like this, I must survive."

It was only then that he felt the Spiritual Altar become clear again. Then, the little Daoist put his three fingers together, secretly storing his spiritual energy into it, and inserted it into the waist of the ghost behind him. This time, he stabbed it with the finger, and the ghost immediately let go of the little Daoist and retreated a few steps. Its figure had become pale, but its face was still as pale as a ghost's, and after pausing for a moment, the ghost let out a loud cry and continued pouncing towards the little Daoist.

Just at that moment, the little Daoist suddenly took out a yellow talisman from his chest and used two fingers to catch it. With a slight shake, the yellow talisman burned fiercely, and immediately after, the little Daoist swung his hand, sending the burning yellow talisman with a blue flame towards the ghost.

The moment the ghost touched the yellow paper talisman, which was emitting blue light, its body was immediately enveloped by a blue light and instantly spread throughout its body. The ghost touched the yellow paper talisman, which was emitting blue light, and was immediately enveloped by a blue light and instantly spread throughout its body.

His back was instantly drenched in cold sweat, but it was quickly dried off and stuck to his body, making him feel very uncomfortable. Even now, his mind was still buzzing, and he was still a bit unconscious; just a moment ago, that ghost behind him had almost sucked in all of his yang energy, injuring his soul. This yang energy could be replenished, but if his soul was injured, then it would be extremely difficult to replenish it.

It was obvious that the cultivation experience of these three ghosts was much stronger than the one they met last time. They should be new ghosts that had just died.

After breathing for a while on the spot, the little Daoist gradually felt a bit of warmth on his body. Looking around him once more, he was hoping to see his master suddenly walk out from the black fog, and even if he were to curse at him, he would not feel as desperate as he did now.

However, the black fog was still rolling in front of him. His Master was nowhere to be seen. The only thing he could do now was to rely on his instincts to continue moving forward.

After killing three ghosts in a row just now, he had consumed a lot of spirit energy and the yang energy in his body had weakened by quite a bit. Now that he was walking, his body felt a bit light, and he took two steps forward with the dim peach wood sword. The little Daoist suddenly realized something strange, and the black mist surrounding him seemed to have become even more intense than before.

Just as the little Daoist was puzzled about this, a light sigh suddenly came into his ears. Although this sound was not loud, it instantly caused the little Daoist to sweat all over, because from this light sigh, he could hear a trace of hidden bitterness and resentment. Ordinary ghosts were lonely souls, and they did not have many emotions that could be expressed, only brutality and killing, and this sigh actually had some emotions mixed within it.