"Wait a minute, there seems to be something wrong with that black pillar." Yuan Ming suddenly raised his hand and pointed to a stone pillar in the distance.
When the monk in green clothes heard this, he subconsciously looked up.
The moment he turned away his attention, Yuan Ming took action directly, flipped his right palm, summoned the branch magic weapon of Lord Zi Zai, injected all his magic power into it, and then threw it directly towards the stone pillar closest to him.
The magic weapon of Lord Zi Zi seems to be the same as the soul-destroying sword. It requires both mana and soul power to exert its maximum power. However, Yuan Ming is unable to mobilize the soul power of Lord Zi Zi at this moment.
Moreover, the texture of the stone pillar was inexplicable. Yuan Ming didn't know whether he could destroy it in a very short time, so he simply resorted to the last resort of most monks.
Self-exploding a natal magic weapon of a peak Soul Cultivator of Sleeping Witch should be powerful enough no matter what.
The monk in Tsing Yi noticed that something was wrong, but due to his distraction, he had already missed the best opportunity to stop Yuan Ming.
"Master Zi Zi, why are you..." He widened his eyes and shouted in disbelief.
Yuan Ming did not answer, but directly pressed the magic formula, detonating the magic weapon.
In an instant, an extremely dazzling spiritual light lit up on the branch magic weapon, and the runes hidden inside the magic weapon disintegrated into spiritual power one by one, no longer subject to any restraint.
Then, with a "boom" sound, the branch magic weapon exploded completely, huge smoke shot straight into the sky, and a shock wave like a violent wave swept around. The monk in green was shaken and flew backwards, with blood splattering all over his body.
Lord Zi Zi, who was possessed by Yuan Ming, also let out a "Puch" sound, a cloud of blood mist spurted out from his body, and he took several steps backwards.
But just when the shock wave was about to hit the stone pillar, a large amount of gray mist suddenly appeared on the stone pillar. It quickly wrapped up the smoke and shock wave generated by the explosion like petals closing, and quickly shrank, compressing everything into a thumb in just a moment.
Large gray balls are suspended between intact stone pillars.
Seeing this situation, Yuan Ming was stunned.
Before he could react, the small gray ball between the stone pillars suddenly disappeared, and he also felt a pain in the center of his eyebrow. He raised his hand to touch it, only to find that there was a small hole on his forehead, also only the size of a thumb, flowing outward.
With blood.
"This is……"
Before he finished speaking, the body of Master Zi Zi exploded instantly, as if the power of the magic weapon's self-destruction returned to his body, quickly blasting his body into a pulp, and his sea of consciousness was also affected. In the violent shock,
The soul was directly torn apart and disappeared into the smoke.
At the same time, at the top of Chaotian Peak, the figures of Wu Yueshen and Blood Demon Ancestor also appeared instantly, looking around solemnly.
"What happened? Someone is trying to destroy the formation!" The Blood Demon Ancestor asked, his consciousness quickly swept over the formation, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the formation was intact.
"I arranged the Yin and Yang Ban on the formation, and the attacker is already dead." Wu Yueshen quickly noticed the fleshy flesh next to the formation and the blood-stained monk in green clothes, and moved his eyes over.
"Lord Wu Yueshen, I..." The monk in green shuddered and quickly wanted to explain.
But Wu Yueshen raised his hand to grab it, and the monk's Yuanying in green was instantly wrapped in a black light and pulled out of his body, falling into Wu Yueshen's palm.
Ignoring the Tsing Yi monk's plea for mercy, Wu Yueshen repeatedly searched the memory of the Tsing Yi monk Yuanying. After finding the information he wanted, he absorbed the unconscious Tsing Yi monk Yuanying into his body with a roll of soul power.
"Who is the person who infiltrated this time? But did Yuan Ming send people over again?" the Blood Demon Ancestor immediately asked.
"No...it's a traitor within our sect." An imperceptible doubt flashed in Wu Yueshen's eyes.
"Hmph, at this juncture, if something like this happens, your control over your subordinates is too poor. I don't need to say more about the importance of the magic circle. If something like this happens again, don't blame me for not giving you face.
." The Blood Demon Ancestor snorted coldly.
"I will personally take charge of the magic formation in the future. You should be relieved now, right?" Wu Yueshen said calmly.
"That's good." The Blood Demon Ancestor nodded, swayed, and disappeared from the spot.
Seeing him leaving, Wu Yueshen showed a thoughtful look. After a moment, he suddenly looked up and found Ni Mu and Xizheng who had rushed to Chaotian Peak after hearing the noise.
"Come up, both of you," he said.
Not long after, Ni Mu and Xi Zheng passed through the magic cloud and arrived at the top of the mountain, where they bowed respectfully to the Wu Moon God.
"Xizheng, use your Heavenly Evolution Technique to calculate. The soul talisman in Zi Zi Soul has not been touched. What is the problem?" Wu Yueshen ordered before Ni Mu and the two could ask.
Ni Mu and Xizheng were both startled when they heard this, and the latter immediately accepted the order and used the art of Tianyan.
But at this moment, Xi Zheng suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his whole body suddenly became weak, and there was a ray of blood left in all his seven orifices.
Seeing this, Wu Yueshen raised his hand and waved, and a piece of black jade instantly flew in front of Xi Zheng. Xi Zheng also quickly held the black jade, absorbing and refining some of the pure will power stored in it, and his pale face became beautiful.
A lot.
"What can be calculated?" Wu Yueshen asked.
"'False spirits and false souls are not stolen by one's own body.' This subordinate only came up with this eight-character comment." Xizheng replied.
Wu Yueshen's eyes narrowed slightly and he muttered the comments Xi Zheng made in a low voice, as if he had thought of something.
Able to withstand murderous curses, able to bypass soul talisman possessions with ease, and his own cultivation level is not that of a witch...
Could it be that that thing is in his hand?
Wu Yueshen thought about it, waved his hand, and told Ni Mu and Xi Zheng to retreat, while he alone guarded the magic formation and remained motionless for a long time.
…
On the other side, at the moment when Master Zizi died, Yuan Ming's consciousness returned to his original body, and he was instantly overwhelmed by endless pain.
Just like before, his soul was about to burst, and he suffered exactly the same damage as the Master.
Under the painful torture, Yuan Ming gritted his teeth, held his head with one hand, and quickly summoned the Night Journey of Hundred Ghosts with the other hand.
The figure of Tian Gui Sanren reappeared, holding Yuan Ming down with one hand, and once again used his magical power to replace him.
Everything seemed to be exactly the same as last time, but when the soul of Tian Gui Sanren exploded and Yuan Ming's soul almost regained its stability, an inexplicable sense of decline emerged and quickly swept through Yuan Ming's body.
It is not the decay of flesh and blood or the malaise of spirit, but a kind of fatigue and lethargy similar to the exhaustion of life span.
Yuan Ming suddenly noticed that his thinking seemed to have become much slower, and the speed of his spiritual energy was 50% slower than usual. The lingering sleepiness lingered, as if he would fall into a deep sleep the next moment.
Yuan Ming tried his best to open his eyelids and mobilize his will power, trying to repair his soul and relieve the feeling of decay.
But the more he did this, the more he felt exhausted. He was like a dying old man. No matter what he did, he could not change the end of his life.
He tried to ask Tian Gui Sanren to use Substitute Tribulation again, but it had no effect.
Is this the price for the possessed person's physical death during possession? Not only will he suffer the same damage as the possessed person, but he will also damage the origin of his soul?
As the saying goes, three feet of ice does not freeze in one day.
Yuan Ming realized at this time that maybe the source of his soul had been damaged by the previous injuries to the possessed objects, and he didn't notice it at all. Just like this time, he didn't know where his soul was.
Something went wrong.
"Looks like I made a mistake."
Yuan Ming shook his dizzy head, coughed twice, and sent a message to Xiying, asking her to come to him.
Not long after, Xiying hurriedly entered the room.
"Why did you end up like this? Just wait, I'll find someone right away!" Seeing Yuan Ming's dying look, Xiying hurriedly got up and walked out.
"No need, you...sigh." Yuan Ming stretched out his hand to stop him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
However, Xiying didn't leave for long, and quickly ran back with Xiqian.
"Sister, please show Yuan Ming quickly." Xiying said anxiously.
Xi Qian was also shocked when she saw Yuan Ming's current weak state. After a simple spiritual check, she thought for a moment, kneaded the formula with her left hand, and placed her right hand on Yuan Ming's head.
"Don't resist." Xi Qian said.
Just as Yuan Ming was about to nod, she immediately felt a warm current pouring into her body from her palms. After traveling around in her meridians, it quickly withdrew again.
Xi Qian also quickly retracted her palm and spread it in front of her face. There was a small ball of emerald green light in her palm.
As she continued to knead and recite the incantation, this small group of spiritual light took root and sprouted like a seed, and soon grew into a graceful little spiritual light flower, blooming freely in the palm of Yu Xiqian's hand.
"Open your mouth." Xi Qian said, while carefully picking off the spirit flower and bringing it to Yuan Ming's mouth.
Yuan Ming immediately did as he was told, and then he felt a drop of sweet dew dripping from the spirit flower and fell into his mouth.
As soon as the flower dew entered his mouth, Yuan Ming's body immediately warmed up. Every muscle in his body seemed to be nourished by the cheers and shouts. His fatigue also subsided slightly, and Yuan Ming regained some energy.
If Yuan Ming just now was equivalent to a mortal old man in his eighties or nineties, then now he has at least returned to the state of a mortal in his fifties and sixties. Although his body is not strong, he has not yet reached half a foot.
Stepping into the coffin.
Although he has not fully recovered, Yuan Ming is overjoyed that Xi Qian's treatment can have such an effect.
"This secret technique is really magical. Where did you learn it? Can you help me understand it?" Yuan Ming asked in surprise.
"I'm afraid there are some difficulties. It's not that I'm stingy with my techniques. It's just that my Qingqing Transformation Technique is actually just an ordinary wood-attribute healing technique. It's just that after I woke up, my physique seemed to have changed. Not only did I have great wood-attribute supernatural powers,
"Jin, when I used some of the secret techniques I had mastered in the past, it seemed to have some other effects. Just like this technique, which originally could only heal the physical body, now it has become effective on both the soul and the Nascent Soul." Xi Qian
He said with some embarrassment.
"I see. It seems that you, Taoist Xi Qian, are a blessing in disguise." Yuan Ming smiled.
"Don't talk so much now. Since the magical power is effective, sister, please treat Yuan Ming a few more times and help him completely eliminate the root cause of the disease to avoid leaving any sequelae." Xiying urged worriedly.