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"Get lost!" Wei Ning shouted, both anxious and furious, ready to strike. Suddenly, a piercing light shot from his Yin-Yang Eye, causing Fang Yu Jue to feel a jolt of fear. In an instant, a strange vision flashed through Wei Ning's Yin-Yang Eye. He chuckled to himself, then retreated slightly, saying calmly, "I just suddenly needed to relieve myself, but now I don't feel like it anymore."
Wei Ning's abrupt behavior puzzled Fang Yu Jue, who thought to himself, "This is bad." Looking over at Wang Tuozi, who had been struck by the Yin Blade, he saw him fall stiffly to the ground. Just as the disciples of the Hundred Schools were about to cheer, Wang Tuozi suddenly stood upright again, eight shadowy figures merging behind him. He spat out a mouthful of blood and suddenly eight ghostly heads appeared on his shoulders, howling as they flew up.
Despite his bloodied body and a face like that of a demon, Wang Tuozi laughed heartily and declared, "Yin Blade! Yin Blade! The blade of the Yin People! How can it harm a true enlightened master?"
Wu Yunhe, who had been silent until now, suddenly seemed awakened from a nightmare and exclaimed, "Blood Child Spirit Technique!"
Wang Tuozi nodded proudly and said, "Among this group of fools, you're the only one with some understanding."
"Blood Child Spirit Technique... Blood Child Spirit Technique..." Wu Yunhe repeated in shock as if bitten by a snake.
Fang Yu Jue's face darkened even more.
Within the Taoist Sect, there are many evil sorceries and witchcrafts, one of which is the Blood Child Spirit Technique—an extremely sinister method. Practitioners of this technique secretly seek out pregnant women and attempt to obtain the blood spirit from their miscarried fetuses. They use the unborn child's primordial spirit and pure blood essence for their cultivation. It often takes nine fetal blood spirits to refine one blood child spirit. This method is incredibly cruel and inhumane; however, there are indeed madmen who dare to take such risks and practice this dark sorcery. Once this evil technique is perfected, the practitioner can simply draw a drop of blood from their tongue or finger to summon nine ghostly heads—each representing a primordial spirit—that can bite and attack their opponents or protect their master.
What Bai Maoren's Yin Blade had slain was merely one of Wang Tuozi's nine primordial spirits. Wang Tuozi bit his finger again, enveloped in a burst of blood light. He chanted an incantation as eight primordial spirits transformed into Evil Spirits, swirling around him with the eight ghostly heads desperately lunging at Fang Yu Jue. Not daring to confront them directly, Fang Yu Jue quickly dodged aside.
Wang Tuozi snorted, "At least you know your place." He no longer engaged Fang Yu Jue and swiftly reached for Hell's Key. As he did so, he said, "I'm leaving first; you can clean up after me."
With that, he leaped away.
"Wang brother might be celebrating too soon," Wu Yunhe said as his plump body suddenly sprang up. Forming hand seals and chanting spells continuously, he successfully created an invisible barrier that blocked Wang Tuozi's path halfway. Wang Tuozi grunted in frustration and muttered, "You gave me a pig's body but forgot to give me a pig's brain? I see you've already set up your iron enclosure while I was distracted fighting with Bai Family's kid."
Wu Yunhe had always hated being called a pig, and aside from Wang Tuozi, no one dared to insult him that way. His expression darkened as he said, "There's no other way; this is the only way to keep you here."
"Leave the key, and I will spare your life," Fang Yu Jue shouted, his hands forming the Lotus Spell.
"Are we going to fight?" Wei Ning could no longer hold back. He raised the Soul Bell and declared loudly, "The One with the Surname Fang, your opponent is me. If there's an issue, come at me. It's ridiculous that you claim to be the head of your family while relying on numbers to win."
"Everyone, stop! When have you ever seen your lord grandfather needing help in a fight?" Wang Tuozi shouted. "Wu Family child, your ghostly tricks can't trap someone like your lord grandfather, an Immortal. Watch how I break you."
"A fine Immortal you are! Is this the kind of wicked technique that all Immortals practice?" Wu Yunhe retorted while engaging in a verbal spar with Wang Tuozi. Meanwhile, he was not idle; he reached into his pocket and scattered Ghost Paper. Over seventy pieces flew out, each resembling a golden lotus—this was the finest type of Ghost Paper known as Lotus Gold.
In the realm of yin and yang, Ghost Paper was no exception. It could be divided into three categories: Gold Paper, Silver Paper, and Special Purpose Divine Paper, each possessing its own powers (which will be mentioned later). Lotus Gold was the highest grade of Gold Paper, distinguished by its cover printed solely with a lotus flower.
Chanting the summoning spell loudly, Zhu You proclaimed, "What must be collected shall remain; east comes and west goes back east. The deceased transforms into a gold brick; I shall collect this gold brick into my cabinet."
With a loud crash!
A Crystal Coffin emerged from the ground, revealing a figure within it. The person inside was wrapped in thick Cocoon layers. Wu Yunhe pushed with both palms, sending the Crystal Coffin's lid flying toward Wang Tuozi. Wang Tuozi blocked it with his hand and laughed, "What a fine item! Truly impressive for the Wu Family to have cultivated an Unyielding Bones. Remarkable!"
A stir arose among the disciples of the Wu Family; their expressions showed hints of excitement.
Wu Yunhe remained silent as he formed a seal with his hands. The Cocoon around the figure in the Coffin Lid began to peel away layer by layer like shedding skin. A person with a rosy complexion emerged—definitely not a Zombie.
Wang Tuozi chuckled derisively, "Just an Unyielding Bones; what can it do? Let's see what your lord grandfather can do."
He kept kneading the secrets with both hands, and took seven consecutive steps of Li, Zhi, Huo, Zun, and Sheng, shouting loudly: "Kill Gui Di, kill Gui Di, kill Gui Di, kill Gui Nian and Month, kill Gui Yue, please help me kill." Kill the ground and kill the room!" A white air slowly formed behind Wang Tuozi. "Drought Corpse" Fang Yu Jue yelled and was the first to run away. "Drought Corpse" reflected that the disciples in the audience had already begun to run away. "Drought Corpse" Wu Yunhe shouted, and with a push of his palm, the entire Crystal Coffin hit the ground again. Then he got up and ran away. Wang Tuozi also jumped up and ran away, saying as he ran: "Don't panic, don't panic, hold on, hold on... Grandpa Wang is just making a joke for you. Who knew you were so brave? It doesn't matter, let's talk here." Here you go, master, I’m tired, grandma, I haven’t exercised like this for a long time, and I’m all covered in stinky sweat, so why don’t you go to the bathhouse to take a shower?” The voice got further and further away, and the last part was finished. , people no longer know where they have gone. ()
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