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Chapter 117 Obliteration

Lu Xiuyuan, this name is like an extremely sharp cold blade, revealing endless indifference and determination. He stood quietly in the same place, his eyes like a sharp blade, ruthlessly scanning everyone present.

His voice was like a howling gale in the cold winter, icy and fierce: "You feel fear now? What were you doing earlier? It's too late to kneel down and beg for mercy now." Every word he said was like a sharp ice cone, piercing deep into the hearts of many monks.

The Soul-Calming Banner he held tightly in his hand was not only a magic weapon he relied on when casting spells, but also a powerful weapon for him to defeat his enemies. At this moment, the Soul-Calming Banner seemed to sense the anger and murderous intent in the owner's heart, and suddenly let out a miserable cry. The sound was like the wailing of thousands of resentful spirits, which made people shudder.

As the Soul-Calming Banner shook violently, billowing black smoke gushed out from it like a surging wave, covering the entire sky in an instant. In the dark smoke, it seemed that countless wronged souls were struggling and roaring wildly. They were eager to break free, but they could never escape the confinement of the Soul-Calming Banner.

The cultivators were horrified when they saw this scene! As cultivators, they were always confident in their own strength and believed that they could control the powerful spiritual power in their bodies. However, when they encountered Lu Xiuyuan's terrifying soul-suppressing banner at this time and place, they felt an indescribable and unprecedented fear in their hearts.

These monks knew that the power of this soul-suppressing banner was astonishing and unfathomable. If they were unfortunate enough to fall into it, they would never be able to escape. So, they turned around and fled without hesitation, trying to stay away from this place surrounded by endless darkness.

They were seen running in all directions like birds and beasts, all they wanted was to get out of this terrible predicament as soon as possible. However, how could Lu Xiuyuan let this group of people go easily? He held the Soul-Calming Banner tightly in his hand, and the speed of his dance became faster and faster. Every time he waved it, it would trigger billowing black smoke, which quickly condensed into huge white bone hands.

Those eerie skeleton hands, like the touch of death from the abyss of hell, stretched out at an alarming speed towards the monks who were desperately fleeing. The monks caught by these terrible devil's hands immediately let out desperate and shrill screams!

They struggled with all their might, trying to break free from the skull claws that bound them tightly; they shouted at the top of their lungs, hoping to get a little mercy or help, but it was all in vain.

Those skull-bone hands seemed to possess endless power, and they easily dragged the monks back into the Soul-Calming Banner one by one. As more and more monks were sucked into it, the dark mist surrounding the Soul-Calming Banner became thicker and thicker.

As for those monks who were unfortunately sucked into the Soul-Suppressing Banner, their souls and spiritual power were completely devoured by this evil magic weapon and merged into one. In the blink of an eye, their originally vigorous vitality and the cultivation they had painstakingly cultivated were all lost and transformed into a more powerful energy source for the Soul-Suppressing Banner itself.

In the night, the originally peaceful space suddenly became oppressive and dull. The monks were trapped by the Soul-Calming Banner, surrounded by black air, as if they were swallowed by an endless darkness. They realized that there was no way to escape; fighting might still give them a glimmer of hope.

So, all the monks took action, and they quickly gathered and formed battle formations. Everyone's face was full of determination and resoluteness, and their eyes were shining with unyielding light. Although their cultivation was uneven, they were all united for the same goal at this moment - to fight against Lu Xiuyuan.

Lu Xiuyuan was wearing a black robe, standing in front of the Soul-Calming Banner, like a steady mountain. His deep eyes were as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion, but there was a hint of coldness in the depths of his eyes.

Facing the many monks who were ready to fight, Lu Xiuyuan knew that their overall strength would double after they formed a formation. However, this did not make him feel afraid. On the contrary, a strong desire to fight and excitement surged in his heart.

At this moment, Lu Xiuyuan suddenly opened his mouth and let out an angry roar: "Wen Lingyue, come over and help me quickly!" This shout was like thunder out of the blue, exploding in the silent night sky, deafening, and the lingering sound was endless.

Wen Lingyue was standing aside and watching quietly. She was stunned by what was happening. She had never thought that Lu Xiuyuan would be so cold-blooded and ruthless. However, at this moment, when she heard Lu Xiuyuan's shout, she immediately came to her senses.

She knew that if she continued to hesitate, it might bring about unpredictable serious consequences. Therefore, she took a deep breath, tried to suppress her fear and anxiety, and rushed towards Lu Xiuyuan without hesitation. Her figure was like a meteor in the dark night, crossing the sky, leaving a beautiful arc, and finally landing steadily beside Lu Xiuyuan.

Seeing Wen Lingyue approaching him, Lu Xiuyuan could not help but feel a surge of joy in his heart. He knew that as long as Wen Lingyue helped him, his chances of success would be greatly increased. He nodded slightly to Wen Lingyue, then waved the terrifying soul-suppressing banner in his hand again, launching a fierce and unparalleled attack on many cultivators.

The soul-suppressing banner was waving rapidly in Lu Xiuyuan's hand, like a ferocious black dragon, twisting its body with its fangs and claws bared, and continuously spewing out rolling black gas from its mouth. The black gas was like a surging wave, covering the sky and the sun, and it seemed that countless wronged souls and evil ghosts were hidden in it, making shrill and piercing roars and struggling sounds.

In an instant, these wronged souls transformed into extremely sharp black blades, rushing over like lightning, with unparalleled momentum, and slashing directly at the many monks! Faced with such a terrifying attack, the monks did not dare to be negligent, and immediately used all their strength to activate their own cultivation and use various defensive methods to try to resist those menacing black blades.

They were surrounded by various lights, forming a solid shield that protected them tightly. However, despite this, under the fierce impact of the black blade, their formation began to shake violently, as if it could collapse at any time. But the crowd did not retreat a single step. They gritted their teeth, widened their eyes, and their eyes flashed with determination and unyielding light.

Because they knew that as long as the formation could remain intact, they still had a chance to survive and resist Lu Xiuyuan's powerful attack. However, Lu Xiuyuan obviously did not intend to give them any chance to breathe. He waved his arm, and the Soul-Calming Banner was raised high again. Then, a larger number of black blades than before gushed out from the banner like an overwhelming force!

These black blades were densely packed, like a torrential rain, so dense that it was hard to breathe. Their speed and power were beyond imagination! In the blink of an eye, they were already approaching the monks...

The formation of the monks finally cracked under the bombardment of the black blades. They began to feel powerless, and their cultivation was consumed faster and faster. However, Lu Xiuyuan seemed to be more courageous as the battle went on. There was a cold light in his eyes, as if he wanted to destroy everything in his darkness.