I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 864: A Family Fighting Their Own Battles

Such an attack finally piqued the interest of Shakyamuni, who was possessed by the old ghost.

"Not bad, at last, there is something decent..."

The old ghost’s words were only halfway out when his pupils suddenly enlarged.

Just a moment ago, the blade of Hou’s large knife was several dozen meters away, how did it instantly reach the top of his head?

The divine skill [Light and Shadow Interweaving] caught the old ghost off guard, forcing him to gather divine power at the top of his head to defend against Hou’s large knife.

Even though Hou’s strength was somewhat below that of the old ghost, relying on a nearly broken body to defend against Hou’s attack was still somewhat challenging for the old ghost.

Clink!

The massive fog-like black blade clashed with the old ghost’s head, emitting a deafening crisp sound.

Relying on a more powerful and pure divine power, the old ghost shattered the black giant blade with his near-invincible defense and sent Hou flying several hundred meters away.

Watching Hou fly out like a rubber ball, a look of contempt appeared on the old ghost’s face.

"Heh, how truly weak, with just this bit of strength, you attempt to oppose me?"

Just as the words of contempt escaped, the old ghost heard strange cracking sounds coming from his own skull.

His expression turned sharply grim.

This body of Shakyamuni, baptized in the Nine Nether River for so many years, had become so fragile? In his opinion, such a weak attack had indeed shattered his skull.

The old ghost was furious!

Shakyamuni’s residual body was indeed rudimentary, but in the coming century, the old ghost would have to depend on this remnant body to survive.

To have combat damage appear as soon as he got it, who wouldn’t be angry?

"You’re looking for death!"

Just as the old ghost’s anger began to rise, a force beyond his control quietly erupted, making his body move involuntarily.

[Earth-Bursting Celestial Star]!

[*12]!

Lin Yi consumed an opportunity for an instantaneous forbidden curse, casting the earth-bursting celestial star.

Under the influence of Chaos at the Beginning’s multi-casting, thirteen black balls emitting terrifying gravity exerted force at the same time, forcibly redirecting the tumult of the Nine Nether River and temporarily restricting the old ghost’s movements.

The old ghost, being as godlike as he was, was undoubtedly strong.

After having mixed under Qin Guang for so many years, his strength had reached a frightfully terrifying level.

But he neglected one point.

No matter how powerful he was, he still had the limitations of a physical body. Even if his body, blessed by divine power, reached an incredibly exaggerated level, it would still be affected by gravity.

Before he could even continue with his move, his entire being was pulled toward the gravity ball that emitted terrifying suction.

"Damn brat, you dare make a move against me even though you’re so weak, you’re courting death!"

As the old ghost was being sucked away, he gathered divine power in his left hand, transforming it into a pitch-black longbow, and then pulled it open with his right hand. A pitch-black arrow suddenly appeared on the bowstring.

The godly power fluctuations emitted by Lin Yi were not strong.

In the old ghost’s eyes, he was just a young man with some skill and opportunity.

Such a weakling daring to make a move against him was, in his eyes, a great insult. Even if the tumultuous Nine Nether River would engulf him again, the old ghost would execute Lin Yi on the spot!

Under the powerful gravitational force, the old ghost was once again enveloped by the Nine Nether River.

At this moment, the old ghost could only hope that his attack could kill Lin Yi in one strike.

Shakyamuni’s body, corroded by the Nether Cold Qi for years, was extremely fragile.

If he did not exert all his strength in defense, he might lose his body again, and he had a mission to bear, and no mistake could be allowed.

Hmm?

What is going on?

At this moment, Qin Guang, who was cultivating in another direction of the Nine Netherworld, showed a puzzled expression.

Under his control, the tumult of the Nine Nether River was all converging toward his location, flowing into the array Qin Guang had prepared in advance, cleansing into a directly absorbable Yin Cold Power, and merging into his body.

But now, the Nine Nether River was not continuing to flow into the array he had prepared.

This made him very puzzled.

"What’s wrong, Mr. Qin."

"What happened?"

Qian Chong flew up to ask about the situation.

Regarding this, Qin Guang was quite puzzled.

Just like Lin Yi guessed.

When they entered the Land of the Nine Netherworld, their tracks were already under Qin Guang’s control, even the actions of the old ghost were pre-arranged by him, just so he could acquire the power of controlling undead creatures from his family after absorbing the power of the Nine Nether River.

"I’m not sure what happened, something special must have occurred underneath the Eighteenth Layer of Hell for the River to stop flowing. With Qin Xinxin’s strength, it’s impossible for her to achieve that, she has been away from the Nine Nether for years, and the resources that belonged to her and my sister have all fallen into my hands. Where would she find the strength to oppose the old ghost?"

The worried look on Qin Guang’s face caused a hint of contempt to appear on Qian Chong’s face.

But Qian Chong quickly stowed away this contempt.

After all, in the future, he would have quite a bit of cooperation with the Nine Netherworld, and he didn’t want to strain their relations.

"Well, the future King of the Nine Netherworld, shall we take a look at Qin Zhu instead? Let’s not worry about what’s beneath the Eighteenth Layer of Hell for now, we have our Dark Rising people handling matters there too. If the heavens favor us, you and your sister might even stand on the same front."

With that, as soon as the words fell, the flow of the Nine Nether River returned to normal.

This was just a small episode.

Yet it caused anxiety to appear in Qin Guang’s heart.

He initially thought he controlled everything, but now thinking carefully, maybe he was just unwittingly part of a larger scheme.

On the other side, the battle between Qin Zhu and the Laughing Buddha was in full swing.

As the Lord of the Nine Netherworld, Qin Zhu’s strength was exceptional.

A thick foundation of divine power was his greatest reliance.

Hundreds of rounds of exchanges, whether in form or fist, he held the upper hand, driving the Laughing Buddha into retreat.

No exaggeration to say, if Qin Zhu wasn’t wary of the forces behind the Laughing Buddha, the Laughing Buddha would already be a corpse.

"I told you, my Nine Nether has no intelligence agency, nor would I, Qin Zhu, purposefully collect information to threaten you. If you do not trust me, you are welcome to go directly beneath the Eighteenth Layer of Hell to take away Shakyamuni."

"Personally controlling him might perhaps put your mind at ease."

With a gentle flick of his sleeve, massive divine power transformed into overwhelming force, pushing the Laughing Buddha into constant retreat.

Yet even so, the Laughing Buddha showed no intention of stopping, instead, looking at Qin Zhu with a worried expression.

"I say, Qin Zhu, even if we are acquaintances, there’s no need to deceive me like this, both of us know full well, there exists a special force in all heavens and myriad worlds, secretly siphoning off our resources."

"As the Lord of the Nine Netherworld, you are well aware of how important it is to us upper-rank gods. I admit, they have quite the skill to steal so many resources under our noses, but you also cannot stand on the wrong side for that. As acquaintances, this is as far as I can advise."

"How you choose is up to you."

The Laughing Buddha’s words sent a shock through Qin Zhu’s heart.

They were not even in the same dimension, how did those guys discover his intentions?! Could it be that a traitor appeared in the Land of the Nine Netherworld?

During this moment of distraction, the Laughing Buddha advanced fiercely, with a hand full of rich divine power, hitting Qin Zhu squarely on the chest, the pain surging forth as Qin Zhu flew backward, feeling a violent turmoil in his blood and a surfacing of a metallic taste in his chest, which he couldn’t suppress, coming forth.