Acai's Sky

Chapter 382: Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword...

Night is a ghost paradise.

Bai Qi flashed, lightning streaked across the night sky, and instantly eliminated a level 2 ghost.

He squatted down lightly, picked up the crystal core that had fallen on the ground, tossed it, and weighed it.

Then he turned to look at Li Xin, puzzled, "Strange, why don't the primary ghosts have crystal cores? Could it be that they haven't had time to form yet?"

A raging fire ignited in Li Xin's hand, burning a ghost to ashes, and then he quickly moved towards Bai Qi.

He stared at the crystal core in Bai Qi's hand curiously, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

Li Xin took the crystal core and examined it carefully, exclaiming, "General, you are so lucky! I have killed several level 2 ghosts, but I got nothing."

Bai Qi raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning struck the rushing ghost again.

However, this time no crystal core fell.

He frowned and muttered to himself, "Well, it seems that not every ghost will drop a crystal core. It seems to depend entirely on luck."

Li Xin also used his fire ability to burn several ghosts to death, and finally found that one of them left a crystal core after death.

He shouted happily: "Haha, I'm lucky too, I actually got a crystal core."

Bai Qi continued to kill ghosts while chatting with Li Xin.

They fought side by side in the dark night, facing these terrifying ghosts together.

"General, although our mission this time is dangerous, the gains are also considerable. These crystal cores are very precious resources for us." Li Xin said.

Bai Qi nodded in agreement.

These crystal cores are of great value to practitioners and can improve their strength and realm.

The two cooperated with each other and had a tacit understanding.

They continued to explore during the battle, gradually adapted to the ghostly attack methods, and found the best response strategies.

As time passed, the sky gradually turned pale and dawn was about to come.

The ghosts sensed the approach of sunlight and began to become restless and fled the scene.

Bai Qi and Li Xin stopped, panting, and watched the ghosts leaving.

They successfully completed the mission and gained valuable experience and crystal cores.

Bai Qi patted Li Xin's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go back and rest. This time, we learned a lot from killing the ghost. Next time we encounter a similar situation, we will be able to deal with it better."

Li Xin said excitedly, "That's right, this plane is so cool!"

After saying that, he returned to the airport with the others and found a comfortable lounge to sit down.

Not long after, General Wang Jian and other team members returned one after another.

Everyone's face was filled with a satisfied smile.

At this time, Bai Qi noticed that Gao Shizi was carrying a peach wood sword on his back and asked curiously, "Is this made of peach wood from the Peach Blossom Spring Secret Realm?"

Gao Shizi smiled and took down the peach wood sword and handed it to Bai Qi, saying, "Yes, I felt at the time that a sword made of this peach wood would have a special use."

Bai Qi took the wooden sword and carefully felt its weight. He said in surprise, "It's quite heavy. Could it be made of thousand-year-old peach wood?"

Gao Shizi nodded in agreement. "That's right. I really don't want to make a wooden sword out of the ten thousand year old peach wood. But now it seems I have to make another one quickly."

As they were talking, General Wang Jian came over and took the wooden sword from Bai Qi.

He tried to use his special ability, and saw a layer of golden light immediately appear on the wooden sword.

General Wang Jian said happily: "This peach wood sword can withstand the power of supernatural powers, and it is very easy to use. It can reduce the consumption of supernatural powers and save us a lot of physical strength."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Gao Shizi found a spacious room and called his fellow apprentices to start making the thousand-year-old peach wood sword together.

They need to ensure that everyone has at least one thousand-year-old peach wood sword.

The other generals each found a quiet corner to rest.

Wang Li and Xu Ruo also squeezed into a place together. Xu Ruo was concentrating on making a thousand-year-old peach wood sword. Wang Li watched curiously from the side and expressed some opinions from time to time.

"These ghosts are so ugly!" Wang Li sighed.

"Green face, fangs, pitch black."

Xu Ruo turned around and glared at him sharply: "Just because they're pretty, you won't kill them?"

Wang Li showed a sly smile and replied playfully: "If they are beautiful, I would be more willing to kill them a few more times, so that they can suffer more..."

Xu Ruo shook his head helplessly, confused by Wang Li's strange idea: "What kind of weird habit is this? You actually want to torture someone just because they are beautiful."

Wang Li smiled complacently, as if he thought this reason was very reasonable.

Xu Ruo couldn't understand his way of thinking and could only continue with the work in his hands silently.

...

It was dark and ghosts were everywhere.

Wang Li took the newly acquired thousand-year-old peach wood sword, posed, and took a photo.

I sent the photo to Acai to show off, and wrote "handsome".

He took the peach wood sword, got on his own off-road vehicle, and headed towards the city.

He specifically chose the direction of the cemetery and rushed in.

Arriving at the edge of the cemetery, Wang Li took a deep breath. A cold air hit him in the face, making him shiver involuntarily.

Instead of making him retreat, the coldness aroused the blood in his body.

Wang Li looked at the groups of primary ghosts and used his ultimate skill directly.

The wind-type supernatural power was input into the peach wood sword, and bursts of green light appeared.

"Hey, little ones, your nightmare is coming tonight!"

Wang Li shouted arrogantly, his voice echoing in the empty cemetery, sounding particularly harsh.

As soon as he finished speaking, the air around him seemed to freeze, and then gusts of cold wind blew up, bringing with it a biting chill and a low whimpering sound.

Wang Li narrowed his eyes slightly and curled up the corners of his mouth in a sneer. He knew that the level 2 and 3 ghosts had been angered by him and were about to show up.

Sure enough, several ghosts with twisted bodies and hideous faces slowly walked out of the darkness. They either floated in the air or dragged long shadows on the ground, approaching Wang Li step by step.

Wang Li was not afraid at all. Holding a peach wood sword, he rushed into the group of ghosts as fast as lightning.

"Look at the sword!"

With a loud shout, Wang Li's sword light was like a dragon emerging from the sea, cutting through the night sky and heading straight for the ghost in front.

The ghost screamed and was hit by the sword light, and turned into nothing in an instant.

Seeing this, the other ghosts let out even more shrill howls, but Wang Li was like a god of war, his swordsmanship was sharp and every strike of his sword was deadly.

"Humph, a mere brat, you dare to act so presumptuous in front of me!"

While fighting, Wang Li did not forget to make a few jokes. His moves were sometimes as strong as thunder, and sometimes as light as the wind, making the ghosts run around in circles.

Time passed minute by minute, and the ghosts in the cemetery were gradually killed one by one by Wang Li.

When the last ghost was eliminated, Wang Li put away the peach wood sword, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Phew, good results tonight!" he muttered to himself. "Done and call it a day."

"Not even a single crystal core?"

"No, you guys are serious. You didn't leave me any inheritance? You stingy poor bastards..."

The night is still deep...