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Four figures sat at the corners, each wielding a Fulu formation plate. A bright yellow light shot towards the lake, aiming to vivify Zuo Ci.
The elder smiled, extending his aged hand. With a gentle sweep through the air, a transparent Light Screen appeared like a bubble. Within the Light Screen, Zuo Ci glared darkly at his surroundings, as if sensing something. He looked towards the direction where the Light Screen manifested and grinned, whispering, "Old Monk, just wait for me!"
Ha! Just a desperate struggle!
The elder chuckled, losing interest in the unfolding scene. Just as he reached out to shatter the Light Screen with a finger, a massive hand of Black Malevolent Qi emerged from within the screen, forcefully pressing down on the elder's Heavenly Spirit Cover.
With a splat, the elder's head exploded like a watermelon.
The onlookers were horrified. How could this be possible? The Zi Fu Jing had been annihilated by them. How could this Zuo possibly use a Spell to crush the old priest's head through palm observation?
This absurdity was akin to arguing with someone online only for them to crawl out of the computer screen and stab you in the back. Even Midnight Bell wouldn't dare to portray such a scenario!
A ruthless criminal! How dare they act so boldly! The audacity!
The other Fu Long Cultivators shouted in anger.
Each of them formed hand seals and cast their spells.
One spell struck the Black Hand, intending to shatter it, as they were genuinely afraid of any unforeseen complications. Zuo Ci conjured a massive hand with his magical power, crushing the Old Monk and using the Old Monk's soul as a medium.
He immediately chanted: "Rebirth, where is it unclear? Three Souls and Seven Spirits, for the gate of life, establish the connection, allow me to summon! Command!"
Ahhhhh!
The old man's soul was instantly ignited by dark ghostly flames. The true spirit twisted and writhed, ultimately transforming into an illusory gateway of flames. Zuo Ci stepped through the portal and emerged.
This was Rashomon, a spell for crossing barriers. However, the quality of the medium was at least that of a realm soul as a sacrifice, making it a rather extravagant method for breaking through boundaries.
How could this be possible? The cultivators of the Fu Long Lineage were wide-eyed in disbelief.
This desolate place had set up Forbidden Techniques—spirit control, refinement, and soul driving in a series of interconnected formations. It was specifically designed as an altar for powerful beings from the realm. Yet one sacrifice had so easily walked out, even killing their oldest offering in the process.
What audacity!
Zuo Ci sneered, "Dare to scheme against me? You are courting death!"
He raised his hand to cast a spell. Seven small flags, as black as ink, burst forth from the ground and transformed into streams of light that shot toward the cultivators of the Fu Long Lineage.
Boom!
Ahhhhh!
A dense sea of flames instantly engulfed these cultivators from the Fu Long Lineage, transforming into roaring fire dragons that soared into the sky.
Some highly skilled devotees sought to escape from this dire situation using their unique domains. At that moment, a primitive symbol was etched onto the ground of Apricot Yellow's magical realm, winding and twisting with an elegant fluidity. Upon closer inspection, it resembled the Forbidden Character from Gu Zhuan.
They found themselves unable to unleash their domains!
The Nine-section Staff and the Forbidden Technique were unleashed!
A sea of flames surged forth, instantly engulfing all the Fu Long Cultivators.
Zuo Ci did not look back.
A True Man never glances at explosions!
Wails echoed as the Wan Hun Fan drew in the souls of the fallen Cultivators, capturing them all without exception, searching wherever it was needed!
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