Evil Dao Xiuxian: I can giantize elixirs and exotic beasts

"Who are you, villain? Are you trying to bully me, the Du family, because I have no one here?"

A sword light shot out from the sky, and when it arrived at the Du family's house, it instantly split into dozens of phantoms.

puff puff~

The sharp sword light swirled and turned everywhere, and in a short time, it cut the green-faced zombies wreaking havoc in the house into pieces.

With a gloomy face, Du Ming stepped on the top-grade magic weapon Honglin Sword and stood in the air, unleashing the spiritual power of the seventh level of the Soul Condensation Realm without reservation.

A moment later, Du Ming turned his head and looked towards a house deep in the courtyard. He shouted, "Get out of here!"

As the voice spread, a giant golden palm several meters in length condensed and slammed down towards the house.

Boom! Boom!

A big hole appeared in the house, and a graceful figure in a red dress jumped out of it.

"Who are you? Why are you targeting my Du family?"

Du Ming looked at the female cultivator in the red dress who jumped out and questioned her coldly. However, he was filled with doubt and uncertainty in his heart, and his spiritual sense spread to all corners. How could he not see that the other party was deliberately luring him here?

The other party's cultivation level was only at the fourth level of the Soul Condensation Realm, but he was wearing robes and a mask of isolation on his face. With his spiritual power, he was completely unable to see who the enemy was.

"I'll tell you when you die!"

The female cultivator in the red dress held a palm-sized black wooden jar in her hand, which was surrounded by a scarlet evil aura. Just looking at it for a few more seconds would make your heart chill, as if something terrifying was staring at you in the dark.

"Humph!"

Du Ming laughed in anger, mockingly saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? Just relying on your cultivation level of the fourth level of the Soul Condensation Realm?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me your identity. I'll kill you in a moment and then rip your soul out of your body and pulverize your bones!"

"I hope you can endure the pain of soul-searching for a while longer!"

Du Ming didn't notice any other enemies, so he looked more relaxed. His left hand, hidden in his wide sleeves, was quickly making hand gestures and casting spells.

In an instant, golden rays of light shot out from the ground like bamboo shoots sprouting out of the ground, whistling towards the female cultivator in red skirt.

"Exorcise the demons and ward off evil! Exit!"

The ground was filled with golden light, and the female cultivator in red skirt had no way to avoid it, but there was no panic in her eyes. She just pressed down the black wooden jar in her hand, and suddenly a huge dark claw came out.

puff puff~

The powerful penetrating power of the Jin Xing sword light only caused a few ripples when it landed on the Netherworld Ghost Claw.

Soon, another huge ghost claw emerged from the black wooden jar, followed by the head, the body, and finally a ten-foot-tall black-faced evil ghost jumped out.

"Roar! Roar!"

The black-faced evil ghost opened his mouth and let out an excited roar. His big mouth spun like a hurricane, and the terrifying force quickly sucked the blood and flesh in front of the house into his mouth.

The wind was blowing with a bloody smell and the atmosphere was filled with murderous intent.

The spiritual pressure of the ninth level of the Soul Condensation Realm spread out from the black-faced evil ghost, and he raised his foot and stomped hard. The terrifying force caused mud and rocks to fly everywhere, and the ground to roll. It also broke the first-grade, top-grade spell cast by Du Ming: the Golden Palace Curse.

"The Netherworld Evil Ghost of the Ninth Level of the Soul Condensation Realm!"

"Alright, alright, I was told you, a fourth-level Soul Condensation Realm guy, dared to plot against me. Turns out you have such a ferocious creature on you!"

Du Ming rolled over and landed on the ground. He raised his hand and grasped the top-grade magic weapon, the Red Scale Sword. His expression was gloomy, and he looked at the black-faced ghost general standing in front of the female cultivator in a red skirt with fear in his eyes.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, a ghost claw appeared in front of Du Ming, its sharp fingertips mixed with scarlet bloody evil energy.

The ghost general of the underworld naturally had no intention of communicating with Du Ming. After eating the free meal of flesh and blood, he started to attack without any hesitation.

He swung his claws left and right, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

Du Ming responded passively, and the Red Scale Sword in his hand also swung out an illusion, but no matter the strength, speed or the thickness of the magic power, he was completely crushed by the Netherworld Ghost General of the ninth level of the Soul Condensation Realm.

If the magic weapon in Du Ming's hand was not of top grade, I'm afraid he would not be able to resist the first attack in time.

"Roar!"

The ghost general of the underworld showed no intention of stopping and kept suppressing Du Ming, not giving him any chance to breathe, let alone cast spells or activate talismans.

While Du Ming was busy dealing with it, the arm that the Netherworld Ghost General stretched out suddenly grew larger under the power of Yin Sha, and its strength became more than twice as strong.

"Damn evil spirit!"

Du Ming was not surprised and was instantly blown away by the Netherworld Ghost General's explosive power. The most important thing was that the magic shield on his body was also broken.

At the same time, the body of the Netherworld Ghost General disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already at the position where Du Ming fell. His sharp claws pierced through his body with a "whoosh".

Cough!

Du Ming, who fell down, spurted out a mouthful of blood, then slapped the ground and slid along the ground in shock and anger, and used the sword-controlling technique to control the Red Scale Sword to temporarily hold back the troublesome Netherworld Ghost General.

With the help of magic power, healing pills and talismans, Du Ming suppressed his injuries.

"I was wrong. I thought it was just an ordinary Netherworld evil ghost, but it turned out to be a Netherworld Ghost General!"

Du Ming glanced at the female cultivator in red skirt who was standing there holding a black wooden jar. The black wooden jar in her hand was most likely a magic weapon to control the ghost general of the underworld.

It was basically impossible to rob him, as the other party had ordered the Netherworld Ghost General to block his way forward. Moreover, the other party would not be so stupid as to have no other preparations.

Du Ming looked at the female cultivator in red skirt standing proudly, turning a deaf ear to his words, and looked annoyed.

He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. It was true that he was injured just now, but he had temporarily escaped the entanglement of the Netherworld Ghost General. It would not be as easy for the other party to get close to him again.

"Humph."

"Don't be so complacent. If you were controlling a puppet or pet with the same combat power as the Netherworld Ghost General, I probably wouldn't be able to do anything to you today. But you happen to be controlling a Netherworld Ghost General..."

When Du Ming said this, a strange sneer appeared in his eyes.

As he finished speaking, a pale half bone appeared in his hand. It looked like the arm bone of an adult human, but only half.

"Order the ghosts and spirits to end with me, and seal them!"

In an instant, an invisible force emanated from the half bone, which had no effect on Du Ming and the female cultivator in red skirt, but the ghost general of the underworld was horrified and his arrogance disappeared.

The terrifying power made the ghost general unable to move, and looking at the broken bones in Du Ming's hand, he instinctively felt fear.

"Ha ha ha ha...."

Du Ming looked at the female cultivator in red skirt with a mocking smile on his face. He was in the same situation from beginning to end when facing the evil ghost of the ninth level of the Soul Condensation Realm, precisely because he had a rare treasure in his hand that could restrain the evil ghosts.

But Du Ming's smile did not last long before it turned gloomy, because the eyes of the female cultivator in the red dress opposite him did not show panic or fear, but instead became even colder.

"The bones are in you."

"So it really was you that day. I was hiding in the Heavenly Soul Jade and didn't see clearly... Maybe I was afraid to look, I didn't dare to look any longer at the figures of my father and mother lying in a pool of blood!"

The nun in the red dress trembled slightly. She was only six years old ten years ago, but she would never forget that day. It was like a nightmare that followed her as she grew up.

Until today, she finally came face to face with her nightmare.