es when dividing spoils, and on the other hand, it would be difficult to control. They certainly wouldn't willingly obey the orders of a cultivator of the same realm.With these people, his strength wa..."I never expected that upon our reunion, you would not only be able to see my true form but also possess strength several times greater than before."

The shadow was forced back, wavering slightly before revealing its form.

This face, once very familiar to Qin Sang, revealed his identity. It was the lost flying night demon.

From his mouth, however, came a strange voice, hoarse and low, with each word uttered seeming to require great effort, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Before, the Flying Demon didn't have independent consciousness. It was expressionless and only obeyed its master's commands. Every action it took was accompanied by bloodshed and slaughter.

Now it's changed.

Although he was still covered in the stench of death, one could easily tell he was a corpse cultivator just by looking at him. However, his expression was far more lively than before. His black eyes moved slightly, staring at Qin Sang with a strange and eerie gaze.

It looks like a living person.

Qin Sang's pupils shrank. He knew this ghost must have developed sentience, but he didn't expect it to be so intelligent, indistinguishable from a normal person.

Is this how it truly was, or is the memory of the flying night demon still not completely gone, having been fused with a ghost

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What shocked Qin Sang even more was that before it was taken away, the Sky-Splitting Demon's cultivation was only comparable to a nascent soul stage cultivator. The power displayed in the brief collision just now was not inferior to his!

Who are you

Qin Sang questioned coldly, but his movements were not the slightest hesitant. He reached out and recalled the ebony sword, gently flicking his finger.

The ebony sword whirled rapidly in the air, countless sword qi and sword lights bursting forth, forming a brilliant sword wheel that instantly obliterated the bone dust swirling in the sky.

A descending sword wheel, covering all directions, suppresses the flying night demons.

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He would show no mercy to the demonic entity that had taken away the flying night demon. He decided to kill it as quickly as possible, so that the other side would have no time to prepare and cause trouble.

The Flying Tengu's face showed a trace of confusion as he murmured, "That's right... Who am I ...I don't remember! My former name... seemed to have a 'Bai' character in it... how about you call me Bai"

When he responded to Qin Sang, the sword wheel bloomed like a magnificent flower, dazzling at its peak.

Bai's eyes held not a shred of fear, he slightly raised his head to look at Jian Lun, and stretched out his ghostly hand forward, seemingly slow yet quick, suddenly transforming into countless shadows of ghostly claws.

For a moment, all the bone dust between them vanished, and the space was split in two.

One half is an awe-inspiring, invincible sword wheel.

The other half was pitch black, filled with the stench of death, and the outline of the ghost claws could barely be seen. It was as if ghost claws were swarming everywhere, their presence no less imposing than that of the sword wheel.

"My flesh and blood are rotting, decaying into dust at an unknown time… Memories, like my soul, wither and rot away, leaving only this solitary spirit trapped within this world… Confusion, persistence… clinging to a nearly impossible obsession. Perhaps, after a thousand or ten thousand years, even my soul will be completely extinguished. I must also thank you for gifting me this physical body, allowing me to finally see a glimmer of hope."

Bai seemed to have gotten used to talking, his speech speed increased, his pronunciation clearer and smoother. He was eager to talk, as if conversing with Qin Sang, yet also like talking to himself. His words were cryptic and profound, leaving one baffled.

The Ghost Hand stirred the wind and clouds, transforming into millions, with an extremely rigid posture, directly parrying the attack of the Sword Wheel.

The sword wheel's blade energy rose and fell, being torn apart by the ghostly claws, while some ghostly claws were also slashed into fragments by the blade energy.

But the sword light truly split out, not only was it unaffected by the ghost claws, but it became even more brilliant and dazzling. The skeleton supporting the sword wheel was extremely sharp, strangling the claw shadows.

The rumbling sounds continued.

Thousands of claw shadows were instantly broken by the sword wheel for three points. Seeing this, Bai's throat let out a cold snort.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, the claw shadow suddenly retracted inward, merging into Bai's arm.

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At the same time, the stench of death was completely absorbed, and his arms were revealed, black as dark iron. As his fingers moved, the joints made a metallic clanging sound, as if they were truly forged from steel.

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The sword wheel was about to close in on him.

His white eyeball twitched, his palm clenched into a fist, and he suddenly slapped the center of the sword wheel. A gigantic ghostly claw shadow easily tore apart the sword qi and reached into the sword wheel.

'Boom!'

The power of this Ghost Claw's Shadow was far beyond that of the previous phantoms. Not only was it not severed by the sword wheel, but it raged within, causing the sword wheel to momentarily stagnate and even showing signs of instability.

Qin Sang's face darkened, his hand pinching a spell. His sword wheel roared with an explosion, its dazzling sword light transforming into a thick beam of light that shattered the ghostly claws and shot towards Bai's true body with astonishing speed.

Seeing this, Bai's eyes narrowed, his figure retreating violently, but he was still too slow compared to the beam of light, and was eventually swallowed by it.

The column of light with the sword wheel's might, its afterwaves surging outwards for a long distance before finally dissipating. Behind Bai, several bone mountains were pierced through by the pillar of light, leaving behind rows of large holes.

'Come on!'

The light column dissipated, and an unexpected scene appeared.

Perfectly unharmed, Bai Wan stood tall with his arm still raised in front of him. Corpse Qi surged from his palm, forming a solid barrier that surprisingly managed to withstand the full force of the Ebony Sword's blade.

The ebony sword trembled, its blade flashing in and out, unable to pierce the corpse qi. Seeing this, Qin Sang had no choice but to retract the ebony sword and looked at Bai with a few more points of solemnity in his eyes.

This time, it was a true clash. Both sides suffered no losses, but it seems very difficult to defeat the other.

"You are quite skilled, but you aren't enough to suppress me."

Bai said lightly.

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"Is that so"

Qin Sang let out a cold snort, his back wings shuddered, and the Corpse Heavenly Coffin separated from his body, flying rapidly in mid-air, transforming at an astonishing speed. With a series of crackling sounds, the coffin lid shattered into pieces, becoming armor plates that tightly adhered to his transformed form.

The next moment, the incarnation's eyelids twitched, its eyes flew open, crimson like blood, with a hint of madness and bloodlust in their depths, causing anyone who looked upon them to be terrified.

Meanwhile, Qin Sang gazed directly into the avatar's eyes, secretly urging his secret art to forcefully suppress the backlash of demonic thoughts from the avatar.

The blood red in his eyes gradually faded, and he stood silently behind Qin Sang.

Feeling the aura of the avatar, a glimmer flashed in Bai's black eyes, and his expression grew solemn. "Your methods are truly endless, even having an avatar with strength comparable to your main body."

Hearing this, Qin Sang took a deep look at Bai. He saw through the disguise of the avatar with just one glance.

And what about him

Qin Sang snorted coldly and ordered his avatar to make a move.

He and his avatar stood on either side of him, jointly charging toward Bai.

Qin Sang once again urged the ebony sword, generating a sword wheel, its momentum stronger than before.

Even his avatar refused to yield. He wore armor and wielded a blood-soaked sword.

This blood sword unexpectedly fit its avatar perfectly.

When Qin Sang transformed the blood sword, he carefully checked it and found no hidden marks left by others.

During the soul-searching process, he also learned about the origin of the Blood Sword. It was an accidental acquisition by a young man surnamed Fang, not a gift from the ancestor of Black Snake Mountain. He left it to his incarnation as a weapon.

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The incarnation's cultivation reached the peak of the Jindan period, but only with a top-tier magic treasure in hand could it unleash its true potential. level of cultivation. Even forcibly breaking through is difficult to establish oneself. Military achievements against the ghost nation are one of the criteria for determining qualifications.The young...