Chapter 170: Destroy Nara Hara Sora
The scars on Narahara Sora's body healed slowly, and he turned into an evil ghost with horns on his head, shackles on his feet, a red face, and a mouth full of fangs. Then a red light flashed on his body, and blood curses appeared. Scarlet blood vessels and hair grew out of the blood curses, twisting in the air.
"Old Ye, be careful! That guy has completely turned into a monster!"
Zhao Manyan said with a trembling face.
Although his face showed some fear and shock, Zhao Manyan's hands moved quickly. A blue star track appeared in front of him and a golden star map appeared behind him. A film of water and a beam of strong light enveloped Ye Feiyang.
"Guangyou-Guard!"
"Water Guardian-Protect!"
Ye Feiyang slowly closed his eyes, and a thermal imaging map appeared in his mind. The whole world seemed to turn gray and white, and the most conspicuous red figure was Nara Hara Sora.
"The earth inflammation comes out!"
Ye Feiyang shouted softly, and a space gate appeared behind him. A dark red figure of Earth Flame flew out from it.
"roar!"
Di Yan flapped its wings and hovered above Ye Feiyang's head, raising its slender dragon head high and letting out a powerful roar.
The sound waves spread far away, and the earth seemed to tremble twice. Under Ye Feiyang's command, the commanding aura on his body turned into a powerful pressure, which was precisely released on Nara Yuankong.
Narahara Sora felt a strong pressure on his body, his devil-like face changed involuntarily, and a hint of fear appeared in his red eyes.
Ye Feiyang shared the scene in his mind with Di Yan.
The Earth Flame then flew towards Nara Yuankong in mid-air, its maw wide open, a faint red light emanating from its throat. The red light then grew brighter, and a fiery breath of air swirled towards Nara Yuankong.
Feeling the strong aura of destruction in the flames, Nara Yuankong's aura suddenly surged, breaking through the pressure of the earth flames, his body became ethereal and illusory, and he quickly fled into the distance.
"Soul Road-Psychic Storm!"
Ye Feiyang suddenly opened his eyes, pink light shone in his eyes, and he looked in the direction of Nara Yuankong. A pink light shot from Ye Feiyang's eyes towards Nara Yuankong.
Narahara Sora, who was focused on escaping, had no time to care about anything else. He was unable to dodge and was hit by the pink light.
Immediately afterwards, Nara Hara Sora's figure shook, and a pink storm appeared out of thin air with Nara Hara Sora as the center, wrapping Nara Hara Sora's entire body.
"Ah~Ah~Ah~!!!!!!"
Immediately afterwards, endless screams were heard from the storm.
The screams were painful and tragic!!
Gradually the screams became weaker.
The storm gradually dissipated and peace returned to the world.
"Old Ye, where is that monk?"
Zhao Manyan asked doubtfully.
"Dead."
Ye Feiyang took back the Earth Flame and spoke in a calm tone.
Nara Harakong's evil spirit body was annihilated bit by bit in the storm.
Not to mention reincarnation, even entering the cycle of rebirth is difficult.
"Come on, we can go back now."
Ye Feiyang turned around and casually destroyed Nara Yuankong's unfinished evil spirit formation.
End of self-hypnosis.
After Ye Feiyang opened his eyes again, he glanced around and saw Jiang Shaoxu, Ai Jiangtu and Mo Fan. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he smiled softly.
After the matter was resolved, everyone dispersed and went back to sleep.
Ai Jiangtu, Nan Jue and the others outside were in sync and did not question Ye Feiyang.
For example, how did Ye Feiyang know that there was a top-level soul-level magic tool like a wooden fish in the temple in the back mountain? The soul inside turned into an evil spirit.
How did you determine that the evil spirit would be in Manying Mountain?
These things cannot be known by simply asking.
Since they didn't ask, Ye Feiyang didn't have to answer.
Ye Feiyang came to the residence of Xin Yu host. Knocked
"Come in."
A voice slowly sounded from inside the house.
Ye Feiyang opened the door and walked in. At this moment, host Xin Yu was sitting on a cushion with his eyes closed, holding a wooden hammer in his hand and hitting the wooden fish lightly and rhythmically, muttering something.
Ye Feiyang walked over to the futon opposite Host Xin Yu and sat down, saying calmly, "Narahara Sora has taken away my friend's soul. Now I have physically liberated him. You can rest assured from now on."
Hearing this, Xin Yu paused with the gavel in his hand, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ye Feiyang in surprise, and then asked.
"What do you want me to do?"
"It's simple. As you know, we're considered illegal immigrants here, so we want you to use your ID cards to buy us tickets to Osaka."
Seeing the old monk being so wise, Ye Feiyang smiled and said lightly.
"I'll take care of this."
Host Xin Yu nodded.
Seeing that Host Xin Yu agreed, Ye Feiyang did not stay any longer and got up to leave.
"Feiyang, what were you doing just now?"
After Ye Feiyang returned to the room, Jiang Shaoxu was lying on the tatami and asked curiously.
"I just asked Host Xin Yu to buy us train tickets. Otherwise, if we walk to Osaka, we'll have to sleep outdoors and waste a lot of time."
Ye Feiyang took off his shoes, walked to Jiang Shaoxu, stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Shaoxu in his arms, and said lightly.
After a while, Ye Feiyang looked into Jiang Shaoxu's eyes, a hint of hesitation appeared on his face, and then he slowly said.
"Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"
"No!" Jiang Shaoxu smiled playfully. Then the smile faded, and his eyes grew deeper. "Everyone has secrets. If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask."
Hearing this, Ye Feiyang didn't say anything. He tightened his hands and slowly closed his eyes. He was very moved by Jiang Shaoxu's understanding.
"Old Zhao, what happened during the time I was unconscious? I always feel like there's something strange going on with you guys."
Mo Fan looked at Zhao Manyan beside him and asked doubtfully.
Originally, Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan were supposed to have separate rooms, but the bewitched Mo Fan said he would never live alone and squeezed into Zhao Manyan's room.
"It's nothing, actually. I just feel like Old Ye is very familiar with everything about Yanming Temple. It feels like he knew all this a long time ago, giving people the feeling that everything is under control."
Zhao Manyan thought for a moment and spoke.
"Really? Maybe Old Ye had already made a plan before he came here."
Mo Fan said carelessly.
"Maybe."
The next morning, the group bid farewell to Yanming Temple.
He came empty-handed, but when he left, Zhao Manyan was fully loaded with the wooden fish magic tool.
It can be said that except for Zhao Manyan, everyone in Yan Mingsi's group was just here to stay.
Of course, Mo Fan was an exception. He had gained a lot, but after this battle, he probably wouldn't dare to tell his name to a 'ghost' again.
The host Xin Yu is trustworthy and really helped everyone buy tickets using their ordinary identities.
Everyone simply packed their bags and set off for Osaka.