Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 338 Good vs. Evil! A Cornered Beast Fights to the Death! Words That Pierce the Soul!

Li Yubo and other practitioners of secret Chinese cultivation techniques did not wish to rely on the power of powerful wizards from other countries to complete the task of capturing or killing the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan.

Previously, the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan was severely injured by the strongmen of Hogwarts. Now, after nearly a year of twists and turns, he was still taken by the strongmen of Hogwarts.

What face would these young elites of the secret cultivation world of China have to return to their mountain sect to report back?

Are they supposed to go back and tell their respective sect elders that they were treated like dogs by the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan for a year, and that in the end, Mo Xuan brought it upon himself by attacking the foreign wizard sect and being killed by the sect leader of the foreign magic sect?

They used the Chinese Ministry of Magic's public funds to travel around the overseas magical world for almost a year. Did they only bring back a "participation-oriented" credit for assisting in a kill?

Just thinking about it makes them ashamed!

Therefore, they must capture the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan before he arrives at Hogwarts, and finish the job in one battle, so as not to trouble the strongmen of Hogwarts any further.

Furthermore, it is said that the elders of some of their lineages intend to break the closed nature of the secret cultivation world within China and send a few of them to Hogwarts for exchange and study.

If they fail to defeat the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan this time and have to trouble the powerful wizards at Hogwarts to help, then they will have no more interaction with Hogwarts in the future, and will only be able to study.

I can't straighten my back even if I want to!

"Fellow Daoists! Today we must eliminate this demonic cultivator, Mo Xuan! Otherwise, our titles of 'Holy Son and Holy Daughter' will become a joke!"

In the blink of an eye, the formation was complete. Without hesitation, the formation cultivator Li Yubo encouraged the team's morale while activating the array eye pestle magic weapon he had been holding.

The bronze head of the blue phoenix is ​​used as decoration, and the conical pestle body shines brightly!

As the array core magic weapon was activated, the blue array patterns gleaming with golden light immediately emerged from the void. Using eleven righteous secret cultivators as array nodes, they gathered the power of heaven and earth and fiercely suppressed the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan in the array.

This formation draws inspiration from the concept of "the ocean embracing all rivers," possessing not only the power to suppress and seal, but also the ability to integrate the supernatural powers and techniques of numerous cultivators to form a combined force, making it extremely remarkable.

The other ten secret cultivators received feedback from the formation the moment Li Yubo spoke and took action.

They immediately responded in unison, and at each node of the formation, they worked together to add their own special powers to the formation.

In an instant, the world inside the formation changed.

Ghost cultivator Mo Xuan looked around through the ghostly clouds and could no longer see the sparse, sunny forest. The surroundings seemed to have become a vast ocean, and he only had a half-meter radius of footing.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and thick, pale purple lightning bolts shot down swiftly.

Just as the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan was about to dodge, a talisman that immobilized him appeared out of thin air, slowing his movements.

Then, a surge of waves, carrying with them a series of powerful attacks of different kinds, including sharp sword energy, fierce fist force, external alchemy fire poison, Confucian and Taoist talent, and swarms of Gu poisonous insects, came crashing down on him.

"You hypocritical righteous brats! You have no martial ethics! What kind of skill is it to gang up on others? If you're so capable, fight me one-on-one! Let me out for a duel!"

Ghost cultivator Mo Xuan brandished the tattered Ten Thousand Souls Banner, shouting angrily within the formation, but no one responded to him.

However, the attack power within the formation is getting stronger and stronger, and the forms are becoming more and more diverse.

Isn't this another kind of response?

Faced with this situation, the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan appeared to be furious, but inwardly he maintained an unshakable sense of rationality.

The forty or fifty Western ghosts he had released earlier, under the control of the secret techniques of the ghost cultivator lineage, instantly condensed into a gigantic, pale white ghost claw, which, together with the surrounding ghostly clouds, helped him withstand the attacks.

He also secretly communicated with the Voldemort split soul in the tattered Ten Thousand Souls Banner through his mental power, instructing the Voldemort split soul to command the surrounding snakes to come and help him ward off disaster.

Ordinary venomous snakes and pythons are out of the question, but those large snakes with the bloodline of magical animals and three purebred snakes like the Neanderthal might be able to relieve a lot of pressure for him.

"Hiss hiss~ Hiss ha!"

The tattered banner of ten thousand souls emitted the snake-like voice of Voldemort's divided soul.

Knowing that there was a formation blocking the area and that ordinary sounds might not be able to reach the snakes, Voldemort's split soul specifically used the techniques of mental resonance and soul transmission.

At this time, the grand plan had not yet been completed and the situation was critical. He and the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan were in the same boat and could not fight amongst themselves, so he did not resort to any tricks for the time being.

Voldemort's split soul, using Parsleyan language, successfully penetrated the array's barrier and reached the surrounding snakes.

But at this point, the snakes weren't in much better shape either.

They were too busy to care for themselves, so listening to orders without clear instructions was no different from not listening at all.

In another space separated by an array, the Zouwu spirit beast, resembling a giant long-tailed lion, with extraordinary agility, was launching an attack on the snake swarm under the command and divine power of the beast cultivator.

Ordinary venomous snakes and pythons are no match for the magical creature, and are easily killed by the Zouwu's sharp claws, teeth, and tail.

Those large snakes with the bloodline of magical snakes and the three snakes like the Neanderthal are relatively difficult to deal with.

However, the beast cultivator and the Zouwu spirit beast were not fighting alone; they also had the spirits of mountains, rivers, plants, and trees controlled by the spirit cultivator to help them.

For a time, the battle was deadlocked, but it was clear that the beast cultivators and spirit cultivators had the upper hand.

Ghost cultivator Mo Xuan's situation was getting worse and worse. He saw that the ghost claws formed by the ghost were quickly losing ground, and Voldemort's split soul's snake voice had not made any waves. He knew that it was time to fight to the death again.

"Ignite! I have lived thirty years, the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, offer sacrifice! Ghost King, emerge!"

Ghost cultivator Mo Xuan once again used his signature move. Relying on the unicorn blood that restored his life force, he sacrificed thirty years of his lifespan with a wave of his hand. This was not the excuse he used to deceive Dali and the professors, but a real sacrifice.

Wrinkles quickly covered the face of the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan, and he once again transformed from a middle-aged man into an old man.

Fortunately, he shaved his head this time and his body was covered in graffiti, so he didn't look too old. From his appearance, apart from some inconspicuous wrinkles, the only other thing was that his back was a little hunched.

At the same time, the life force of thirty years activated part of the power of the tattered Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and a surging, powerful ghostly aura erupted, temporarily repelling all attacks within the formation.

The forty or fifty ghosts that had transformed into pale, ghostly claws were drawn back into the tattered Ten Thousand Souls Banner, where they became pure soul essence. Combined with a massive amount of ghostly energy and the soul power of Voldemort's divided soul, they formed a pale ghost king over three zhang tall.

Just like before, he also protected the tattered Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan within the Ghost King's body.

"Listen up, you righteous brats! You know the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. If you can't catch me, you'll at most lose face, but if you rely on this formation to hold out to the death..."

I may die, but at least half of you will die with me!

The Pale Ghost King brandished its enormous ghost claws, scattering the incoming supernatural powers and spells within the formation. It even had the strength to unleash soul light blades with its tail, attacking various parts of the formation space, causing the entire formation to tremble slightly.

At the same time, inside the Ghost King's body, the Ghost Cultivator Mo Xuan shouted loudly in a slightly aged voice, beginning his psychological attack: "You are all still minors, and you have a long future ahead of you. It's not worth risking your lives for a little reputation!"

This isn't China, so why are you going against me for the sake of some irrelevant foreigners?

"If you remove the formation and let me leave, I can swear an oath to never return to China and never harm any Chinese person again!"