Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 67: Learning from Daoist Priest Fan’s Death, Seems to Die Even Faster than Daoist Priest Fan!_1
Fan Wu’s movements were extraordinarily fast.
After squeezing a fiendish ghost to death, he reached out with both hands to seize two more that hadn’t yet reacted, capturing them firmly in his grasp.
When those two fiendish ghosts felt Fan Wu’s palms scalding like red-hot branding irons,
they suddenly screamed in agony, snapping back to their senses.
But it was already too late.
Fan Wu brought his hands together, causing the two fiendish ghosts to collide with one another.
It was like two speeding chariots crashing into each other.
Bang!
Bang!
The two fiendish ghosts managed only a tragic scream before they dissipated into tufts of ash, vanishing like smoke into the air.
In just an instant,
a wandering soul,
three fiendish ghosts,
were all gone!
Fan Wu’s fierce performance even frightened the ghosts within the Chaos Burial Mound, as they hurriedly tried to stop their momentum.
But Fan Wu had already actively approached them, so how could he possibly let them have their way?
His speed was much faster than that of the ghosts.
The ghosts simply couldn’t react in time!
Fan Wu landed a crushing punch on the soul body of a ghost.
This ghost had a "Power" attribute of 6.1, but it still couldn’t withstand the enormous strength of the fist. It was sent flying backward like a torn sack, crashing into an abandoned grave mound.
Its end was the same - turned to dust!
Suddenly.
Fan Wu reached into his bosom, and when he withdrew his hand, he was clutching a handful of incense burner ash.
The incense burner ash scattered like fairies spreading flowers, covering a large area ahead of him. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
A horde of ghosts and monsters were sprinkled with it.
When the ash landed on their soul bodies, flames ignited across the surfaces, burning fiercely.
Waves of intense burning pain assaulted them, filling the air with their screams of agony.
A group of fiendish ghosts paid no mind to anything else, only trying to brush the incense burner ash from their bodies.
But when they touched the ash, flames came to life on their hands as well.
The incense burner ash seemed to cling stubbornly to them, and any careless touch, even of the tiniest sprinkling, would continually burn their soul bodies.
Until they were completely dissipated!
This scene...
was utterly chilling and terrifying!
[You have successfully slain "Ordinary Wandering Soul B," congratulations, you have earned Free Attribute Points: 0.01!]
[You have successfully slain "Buried Alive Ghost," congratulations, you have earned Free Attribute Points: 0.2!]
[You have successfully slain...]
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One by one, the fiendish ghosts were burned to soul fragmentation by the wide flames ignited from the incense burner ash, which wielded a terrifying exorcism power from the offerings to the True Martial Great Emperor.
These were simply unbearable for the common spirits of the Chaos Burial Mound.
Fan Wu ignored the writhing, screaming horde of fiendish ghosts sprawled on the ground.
He also ignored the killing notifications popping up from the add-point system.
In his eyes, there was only the Half-Red Clothed Fierce Ghost, which, in his estimation, was the real big fish.
It was the key to whether he could amass enough Attribute Points!
Fan Wu could see... in the resentful eyes of the ghost, in that moment, a look of astonishment seemed to emerge.
It couldn’t understand at all why things had escalated to this situation.
Why had such a formidable person suddenly appeared!?
It was scared!
Truly scared!
The painful wailing of the spirits, the souls scattering to oblivion... the sounds, the images, constantly pierced the nerves of this most powerful ghost of the Chaos Burial Mound!
Of course, assuming it, being a fierce ghost, possessed such a thing as nerves.
At this moment, it had abandoned all greed.
It no longer wanted to feed off Fan Wu’s yang energy.
It no longer wished to devour Fan Wu’s soul.
All it wanted now was to flee! To get as far away as possible from that "monster," from that "Demons and Devils."
When it noticed Fan Wu’s gaze fixed on itself, a dreadful sense of crisis descended.
The fierce ghost immediately turned and fled!
Not daring to linger.
However,
just as it had turned around, it found itself unable to move, feeling as if someone had grabbed hold of the hair at the back of its head.
It looked back in horror, only to see that Fan Wu had appeared behind it without its notice.
To this, it hadn’t sensed the slightest trace!
How ghostly fast must this person be?
"What are you afraid of?"
Fan Wu’s calm gaze met the fierce ghost’s terrified eyes.
He lifted the ghost by its hair as easily as if he were picking up a chick.
The ghost’s feet were off the ground, and it hastily tried to struggle out of Fan Wu’s grip.
Alas,
the gap between it and Fan Wu was too great.
With one hand, Fan Wu effortlessly held it up, while his other hand was already clenched into a fist. With the ghost in despair, he gathered his strength and punched it directly in the chest!
The punch went straight through!!!
The ghost felt as if a red-hot iron rod had pierced its soul body, unable to bear the pain, it let out a piercing, mournful scream.
Bang!
In an instant,
Gone without a trace.
[You have successfully killed a fierce ghost about to transform into a red-clothed ghost. Congratulations on acquiring Free Attribute Points: 0.5!]
"If it were the beginning, killing such a ghost would’ve exploded with 3 to 4 Attribute Points, right?" Fan Wu murmured in a low voice, "Now, the weaker ghosts I kill, the fewer Attribute Points they yield!"
In fact, this was normal, for if the ghosts weaker than him were to explode with Attribute Points as before,
wouldn’t it be just a matter of finding a spot to specifically catch weak ghosts and endlessly farm them for Attribute Points?
Fan Wu shook his head.
He cast aside his cluttered thoughts.
At this moment, the resentful energy that pervaded the Chaos Burial Mound began to gradually dissipate.
Though the night wind was still cool, it lacked the initial chilliness.
Gazing around—
Not a single ghost remained in the Chaos Burial Mound; Fan Wu had dealt with them all.
All that was left...
were three pairs of eyes, full of shock.
...
"...Dad, can you really kill ghosts like that?" The immense shock had deeply impacted Chen Xiaoxiao, who couldn’t help but exclaim in astonishment, "So... killing ghosts is this easy?"
Chen Zhuan: "..."
He really wanted to tell his daughter that killing ghosts wasn’t that simple.
One couldn’t just swing a few punches and eliminate a ghost.
But the overwhelming presence of Daoist Priest Fan just now left him at a loss for words.
Because Daoist Priest Fan indeed vanquished a host of evil ghosts with merely his fists!
How could a human body inflict such great harm upon ghostly spirits?
Such power could almost be compared to a living Magic Artifact, right?
This Taoist Priest...
Is he really human?
"Dad?"
Hearing his daughter calling him again, Chen Zhuan swallowed hard and hesitantly replied, "Maybe... probably, it’s quite simple?"
"No... that’s not right!"
He suddenly came to his senses, correcting himself sternly, "That’s because Daoist Priest Fan’s skill is profound, allowing him to accomplish this feat. Us ordinary Cultivators would likely die trying to imitate Daoist Priest Fan, and die even faster trying to be like him!"
"Daoist Priest Fan must have truly received the legacy of the Heavenly Master!"
"He, too, deserves the title of ’Heavenly Master’."
Chen Zhuan’s assessment of Fan Wu was almost flattering, but his tone was dead serious.
Chen Zhuan was now thoroughly convinced.
Thinking back to how he had wanted to warn Fan Wu and even contemplated rescuing him from the horde of ghosts... a flush of shame crept onto his face.
How embarrassing!!
As for the scholar, he was almost stupefied, mumbling to himself continuously.
"Immortal..."
"Is this an immortal...?"
"An immortal!"
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