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It was the enhancement of De Yu that could cause the opponent's soul to enter a brief state of rigidity. The duration of this rigidity was linked to the opponent's cultivation level, according to Zuo Ci's calculations. Generally, those in the ordinary realm caught in Zhang Zhong Feng Du would be forcibly controlled for five seconds. Five seconds was enough time to unleash the characteristic of Zhan Xian Fei, which could strike swiftly.
This was considered a combination technique devised by Zuo Ci.
"Freeze!"
The Old Celestial Master did not chant the incantation for the Golden Light Spell; he simply uttered a single word, "Freeze."
A blazing golden light instantly enveloped his body. The Black Hand and the dual-colored beams of light collided with the golden radiance surrounding him, shattering upon impact like an egg against a stone, disintegrating into powder.
Zuo Ci felt a chill run down his spine. This was truly the complete version of the Golden Light Spell!
The soul ascended, revealing its true form; with reduced words and hidden meanings, it rushed towards hell, howling like Hyakki. The journey ahead was fraught with difficulties—Ye Jing, manifest!
Zuo Ci's hand gestures shifted as he activated Lu Hun Fan. A Blood Red Mirror floated into view. The frame of the mirror appeared to be carved from Blood Jade, adorned with grotesque Evil Spirit patterns. The pupils of the Evil Spirit were clear and smooth, seemingly capable of penetrating one's very soul.
Buzz!
The blood-red light instantly illuminated the Old Celestial Master, who found even his Golden Light Spell unable to resist its brilliance.
"Huh?"
The Old Celestial Master looked at the blood-red light in surprise. A curse? It didn’t feel evil at all. What kind of spell was this that could ignore the defenses of the Golden Light Spell?
Crack!
The blood mirror trembled as if under pressure, and its surface began to shatter, spiderweb-like cracks appearing.
This was Ye Jing Fa, capable of illuminating one’s true heart and manifesting all one’s deeds into form.
Crack! Crack!
The blood-colored light mirror exploded into fragments, and from within emerged a towering figure clad in golden heavy armor—an Evil Spirit whose presence was as formidable as a sun.
The strength of the Old Celestial Master is indeed formidable!
Zuo Ci raised his eyebrows slightly; it was astonishing that mere karma could allow him to condense Ye Jing with his magical power. Ye Jing had the ability to absorb the karma of others and transform into an Evil Spirit, a Rakshasa, to slay enemies.
Vajra Yaksha? This Yasha was a unique being among the Yasha, possessing immense strength and defense comparable to Jin Jia Shi.
Interesting!
The Old Celestial Master smiled faintly. "Ye Jing? You little rascal have quite a few tricks up your sleeve. It seems Qin Qian's calculations were somewhat conservative; even Zhan Xian Fei isn't your trump card. Now, Lao Fu is becoming increasingly curious about you!"
"I have long admired your cultivation, senior!" Zuo Ci chuckled.
Impudent!
Hearing such audacious words, the Old Celestial Master did not grow angry but merely smiled gently. It seemed that at his level, there was little that could provoke his anger. His heart was as calm as still water, clear and bright.
Is this what Tongjing is? Then let Lao Fu see what you, Vajra Yaksha, can do!
The Old Celestial Master beckoned to the Vajra Yaksha, which shimmered brilliantly, sculpted like gold, seemingly in challenge.
The Vajra Yaksha let out a thunderous roar. With a light step in the air, it charged toward the Old Celestial Master like a cannonball.
Bang!
The Old Celestial Master did not cast any spells; instead, he gathered dense golden light in the palm of his hand and casually patted the Vajra Yaksha on the head.
Instantly, a resounding clash echoed through the sky as if metal had struck metal, and a layer of dark cracks spread across the Vajra Yaksha's body.
Then, a gentle breeze swept by, and the Vajra Yaksha transformed into a cloud of golden sand-like powder, scattering with the wind.
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