<h4>Chapter 1593: Chapter 1590: A Mad Act</h4>


    The voice of the Dragon Soul slowly echoed in Xu Wendong’s mind: "These ghosts are the first line of defense guarding the Blood n seal. Only by ying them all can you sense the sealing array of the Blood n."


    "What you need to do now is y all these ghosts!"


    Upon hearing these words.


    Xu Wendong couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth; when on earth will he be able to y all these ghosts?


    Nevertheless, he didn’t say much, calmly raised his hands, his slender fingers moving like lively spirits, methodically beginning to form hand seals.


    His gaze was deep as the sea, containing infinite power within its tranquility, as if everything in the world had its destiny in his eyes.


    "Thunder Moves Nine Heavens, Destroying Evil and Exterminating Demons!"


    His voice was low and authoritative.


    In an instant, the sky seemed to hear his summon, and the originally gloomy sky was swiftly covered by ck clouds.


    These clouds, like ck angry waves, surged and converged from all directions, filling the entire sky with an overwhelming force, swallowing all the light between heaven and earth, plunging the Netherworld Blood Pool into even deeper darkness.


    Within the clouds, purple lightning began to flicker and gather.


    Initially, it was just tiny dots of light, like faint stars just appearing in the night sky.


    But soon, these lightning shes spread and grew rapidly, like ignited signal fires.


    They interwove and collided with each other, each collision erupting into deafening roars, like thousands of troops galloping and roaring within the clouds.


    The purple lightning gradually gathered into massive Thunder Dragons, rolling and twisting within the clouds, their forms agile and mighty, each scale shimmering with a destructive light.


    The light illuminated the dark sky, enveloping the entire Netherworld Blood Pool in a mysterious and terrifying purple glow.


    "Boom!"


    A pir-thick purple lightning struck down like an unparalleled Divine Sword, carrying the momentum of creation and division.


    The blood-red ghosts, before this terrifying lightning, were as fragile as paper, unable to withstand a single blow.


    Where the lightning reached, the ghosts were torn apart and dissolved instantly, turning into wisps of ck smoke.


    The smoke twisted and struggled in the air, emitting shrill screams before slowly dissipating.


    However, this was just the beginning; the ghosts in the blood pool surged like endless tides, one wave not finished before another arose.


    They crazily rushed towards Xu Wendong, with pairs of illusory yet coldly glowing hands like soul-reaping ws from Hell, carrying the breath of death, attempting to drag Xu Wendong into the endless dark abyss.


    Yet Xu Wendong remained calm and collected, his figure shing, each movement like teleportation, leaving behind trails of shadows among the ghosts.


    A faintyer of thunder shield surrounded him, with small snakes of lightning flickering dangerously on its surface.


    These lightning snakes twisted and moved over the shield, intertwining to form an unbreakable defense line.


    Any ghost trying to approach him would be shattered by the power of thunder and lightning upon touching the shield, leaving not a trace of residue.


    As the battle continued, the ghosts’ attacks became more frenzied, but Xu Wendong’s expression remained rxed and free.


    Above the blood pool, thunder rolled, and the purple lightning interyed with the dark red blood pool,posing a tragic yet spectacr scene.


    And Xu Wendong was the most dazzling presence in this painting, his light even overshadowing the thunder light covering the sky.


    Under his continuous attacks, the number of ghosts began to gradually decrease, but the process was exceptionally long.


    Every time a wave of ghosts was eradicated, more would pour out from the blood pool, as if this blood pool was a bottomless abyss of ghosts.


    "Lord Long, this won’t work like this!" Xu Wendong continuously unleashed the power of thunder to kill those ghosts. Although the process of ying the ghosts was easy, there were countless ghosts in the Netherworld Blood Pool, seemingly never ending.


    The Dragon Soul sighed lightly: "Apart from this, there is no other way!"


    Xu Wendong pondered for a moment, excitement shing in his eyes: "Can I absorb these ghosts with my body and refine them?"


    The Dragon Soul was greatly shocked, then said: "This method can indeed enhance your physical strength, but it will be extremely painful."


    Xu Wendong grinned madly: "The one thing I’m least afraid of is enduring pain!"


    As he spoke, he withdrew the power of thunder from his body, slowly spreading his arms while a horrifying devouring force erupted within him.


    In an instant, the ghosts above the Netherworld Blood Pool flew towards his body like moths to a me from all directions.


    As the ghosts swarmed towards Xu Wendong like a tide, a giant spiritual vortex formed around his body.


    The blood-red ghosts seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, rushing into his body at incredible speed.


    Every ghost that rushed into his body felt like a cold steel knife slicing through his meridians, with fierce pain as turbulent as ocean waves impacting his nerves one after another.


    Luckily, Xu Wendong possessed the Ancient Sacred Body, his physical body different from ordinary people. Otherwise, a normal person would have long been shattered with broken meridians and exploded.


    But even with Xu Wendong’s rare Ancient Sacred Body, he still showed a face full of pain, withrge beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks like rain.


    He clenched his teeth tightly, his teeth grinding, and his lips bit to the point of bleeding, yet his eyes only grew firmer, showing no intention of retreat.


    He could clearly feel the cold power carried by the ghosts rampaging within him, trying to erode his spiritual power and will.


    His body started to tremble uncontrobly, each inch of skin felt like it was being burned by fire while frozen by ice, alternating intense pain nearly making him faint.


    But his consciousness burned tenaciously like amp amid the endless agony.


    As more and more ghosts were absorbed into his body, Xu Wendong’s body began to emit a strange dark red glow, with faint ck mist swirling around the light.


    His meridians seemed about to burst under the impact of the ghost power, but he persevered through the intense pain, guiding the spiritual power within him to slowly refine the ghost power.


    With each strand of ghost power refined, he could feel his physical toughness enhancing, a transformation feeling rooted deep in his marrow.


    At this moment.


    The surrounding space seemed to be affected by Xu Wendong, with the air beginning to fluctuate fiercely.


    The blood water in the pool also seemed infuriated, raising huge blood waves, the waves crashing against the shore bones, producing eerie sounds.


    But Xu Wendong remained oblivious to all this, immersing himself entirely in refining the ghost power, as if isted from the world around him.


    Unsure how much time had passed.


    Perhaps several shichen.


    Perhaps days and nights.


    Or maybe months.


    Xu Wendong felt his body reaching its limit.


    His consciousness started to blur, with his view bing distorted.


    But at this critical juncture.


    A mysterious golden light emitted from the long dormant Taoist Scripture Fragment within his Sea of Consciousness, instantly restoring his rity and sweeping away all fatigue.


    Simultaneously, Xu Wendong clearly felt a mystical formation fluctuation from the Netherworld Blood Pool...