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It only requires borrowing a corpse to be resurrected. The vessel for this resurrection is the Three-Legged Golden Toad, Zhen Wu. The Three-Legged Golden Toad was originally an embodiment of auspiciousness, and anything auspicious is surely protected by the fortune of heaven and earth.
Even if it were merely a statue, it would possess a certain divine aura. However, when sculpting the Three-Legged Golden Toad, that individual, Ming Jiang, failed to give the golden toad statue its finishing touch and even left a drop of Tian Gui Blood within it. These hidden manipulations were enough to allow Xiong Ling to substitute itself for another.
Not only could it borrow a corpse to return to life, but it could also use the rootless spirit to siphon a sliver of the world's fortune. Once resurrected, its cultivation would approach that of a Great Demon, howling through the mountains and forests. Unfortunately for it, it encountered Zuo Ci.
Zuo Ci folded talismans into the shape of little people and smiled at the Three-Eyed Ghost Toad, saying, "Don't rush, don't rush; you'll be next!" It seemed that with Zuo Ci's casual gesture, the golden lumps artificially sculpted onto the back of the Three-Legged Ghost Toad began to tingle.
After folding the Paper Man, Zuo Ci turned with a radiant smile toward the Feng Shui Master elder and tore apart the Paper Man's head right in front of him. The elder's hair stood on end as his pupils constricted.
Compared to ordinary cultivators, Feng Shui Masters have a keener sense of danger. He felt an overwhelming aura of death emanating from his own body. What kind of formidable Shu Fa is this? I will die! I really will die!
Run! This was the voice deep within the Feng Shui Master's heart. He had to escape; otherwise, he would truly perish here today. The Feng Shui Master began to frantically maneuver his Azure Tortoise Shell to flee into the distance. At this moment, he cared not for his status as a master or his cultivation level. When life is at stake, dignity, cultivation, and reputation are all meaningless.
Outside the live broadcast room, that Qing Shan Shi shook his head. In his eyes...
The Feng Shui Master was already a dead man. If he continued to activate the formation and wield the Ghost Armor Artifact, even if he couldn't match Zuo Ci in strength, he could at least delay him for a moment and look for an opportunity to act.
The warrior did not believe that Zuo Ci's Spell could truly ignore all factors and slay an enemy. The Feng Shui Master's cultivation was independent of the realms of perception, spirit, and law, transcending the five realms entirely. They could harness the power of heaven and earth; even a novice Feng Shui Master, given enough time to set up a Feng Shui Killing Formation, could still exhaust a Fa Jing's Zhen Ren to death.
This was the unique strength of the Feng Shui Master. However, at this moment, having left the Feng Shui Formation, he had lost his last chance.
Wasn't the old man just boasting with confidence? Zuo Ci smirked in mockery. He had been waiting for this Old Guy to step out of the Feng Shui Formation. This formation connected to the roots of mountains and rivers; if one were to clash with it using a Spell, it would be akin to opposing heaven and earth. Even if he could kill this Old Guy before him, Zuo Ci would have to pay a price in lifespan, making it not worth the effort.
Moreover, the Old Guy still had a Xiong Ling lurking nearby, watching closely. Zuo Ci preferred to take a steady approach in his dealings.
Without the old man, the Feng Shui Eye was effectively half-disabled. How could Zuo Ci let this great opportunity slip away? He curled his fingers, forming seals with his hands as the Blood Gourd behind him flipped over. Zuo Ci whispered, "Please turn around, my treasure!"
With a hum, the Blood Gourd transformed into an enormous pump, drawing in the surrounding Sha Qi. Threads of Black Malevolent Qi surged into the Blood Gourd.
Ding!
A massive amount of condensed Sha Qi formed into Azure Sword Light, approximately thirty feet long and as thin as a thread. It erupted from the gourd's mouth and gently sliced towards the back of the Feng Shui Master.
Rip!
As the old man frantically fled while controlling his Protective Talisman, he suddenly felt a tingling pain at his neck. Instinctively, he reached up to touch it.
With a thud, a large head rolled at his feet like a candied hawthorn.
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