Chapter 473 The Four Regulations Mountain Has a Promising Young Talent

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    In front of the corpse of the Taoist priest, there were four rectangular mirrors.

    But, my body circumvented the four rectangular mirrors, walking to the other side of the Taoist priest's corpse.

    The head was lowered, quietly looking at the corpse of the Taoist priest, and that feeling was like looking at oneself...

    It wasn't me looking at myself, but the ghost of the Taoist in my upper body, watching itself...

    In the next moment, he bent down, pulled out the remaining handle of the fan from the waist of the corpse, and a little bit of burnt dust fiber.

    After that, he pressed his hand on the chest of the corpse and grabbed something.

    It was a copper handle, a sword handle!

    The hand pulled with force outward.

    A small sword, about half a foot long, was pulled out from the chest of the corpse.

    The blade was still sharp, it was clearly a copper sword!

    I felt bewildered and confused, what was going on?

    Human, were not burned to death?

    Copper sword in the chest, died of sword wound?

    White vapor rose from my palms.

    Though I couldn't control my body, I could feel the burning sensation—it was the copper sword reacting.

    The copper sword itself is a protective object, when the Taoist ghost took over my body to grab the sword, it would naturally be rejected.

    I was even more confused, he wanted to take away his own tools?

    So eager for the tools, why didn't he pick up the four rectangular mirrors?!

    In the next moment, my hand lifted again, and I stabbed the copper sword towards my chest!

    Confused, shocked, yet unable to resist...

    He has already possessed the body, why would he take a sword and kill me?!

    The tip of the sword pierced through the chest clothing, and pain surged.

    However, the piercing sensation did not go any deeper; it just stopped at that position.

    Then, he lifted his other hand, and the fan also pointed towards my chest.

    Wet, warm feeling rising, the pain became dense, blood seemed to be sucked away...

    The pain in my palms continued, and more white vapor rose.

    A sigh echoed from my mouth, filled with regret.

    "I, will not kill you."

    The voice was mine, yet mixed with some unfamiliarity, old age, and fatigue.

    "For today, it ends here. All the remaining items belong to you, to compensate for your losses today."

    There was no one in the temple, and the words of the Taoist ghost were addressed to me.

    For a moment, I haven't reacted yet.

    His body suddenly turned around and took steps towards the statue behind!

    The coffin, once again entering my sight.

    The spells on the coffin had already turned into a human head-sized flame, as if a hole had been burned out!

    I lowered one hand, while the other hand suddenly lifted up!

    The raised hand held the fan, while the lowered hand held the half-foot-long copper sword.

    A dull sensation in the chest, as if I had been struck by a heavy hammer intangible, the taste of blood filled my mouth. My tongue was extremely painful—it was because I had bitten it and blood was spilling out.

    A strange excitement filled my body.

    This kind of excitement is abnormal!

    It's like exchanging something by exhausting a certain thing!

    "Puh!"

    A large mouthful of blood shot out from my mouth!

    The blood mist covered the spell cloth, making the whole cloth look red and moist, and even making the symbols disappear.

    The flames suddenly vanished, and the coffin trembled vigorously, as if it would explode at any moment!

    A chilling laugh echoed from within the coffin!

    I felt terrified!

    The Taoist ghost has possessed my body, what does he want to do?

    He broke his own spells himself!

    He wants to use my body and the Red Ghost to have another unknown battle that was never completed thoroughly years ago?

    The sound of tearing, like nails scraping the inner edge of the coffin, the lid shook even more violently, and even the edges were about to lift up!

    "Sky round Earth square, Law and Order nine chapters!"

    The deep, rugged voice echoed in the temple!

    "I now descend to pacify, all calamities recede, all ghosts hide away, the household is safe, coming and going are smooth, the population remains healthy, I command as per the Great Lord Laojun, quickly as the law commands!"

    In the midst of the spell, my body leaped up, and my legs forcefully stomped on both sides of the lid. There was a loud muffled sound, and the lid was pressed down firmly, not moving an inch.

    The remaining fan in my hand was thrust towards the spell cloth!

    A complex array of characters was quickly drawn.

    As the characters completed, the coffin inside quieted down even more.

    I was shaken in my consciousness, and only then did I realize that he had used my body to complete the spell!

    A new spell was continued to suppress the Red Ghost!

    Just as I thought the spell was complete, I felt a strong sensation of being drained, but it was not beyond my endurance.

    Another anomaly suddenly occurred!

    My other hand lifted up, the half-foot-long copper sword slashed down three times!

    Three deep grooves appeared under the characters.

    The chant was not yet completed in my mouth, and I drank out loud again, "The spell-caster holds the spell with a knife three times! At the time of the spirit rising, stop at the coffin place, bury away misfortune and demons, let the ghosts see fear, let the arrows of the ghosts fly, let blood spells be placed under ground to restrain evil spirits!"

    Meanwhile, the fan continued to stroke the sword groove below, drawing another complex array of characters!

    Two spells and two sets of characters formed this large spell!

    When the spell was fully formed, I felt my spirit was draining extensively. No, not just spirit, but also a sense of exhaustion similar to the feeling after using a Thunder Drums of Extinction.

    The entire body, spirit state, became extremely weak...

    The severe pain in my hands felt as if they had been burned to a crisp.

    A clinking sound, first the half-foot-long copper sword fell to the ground, followed by the remainder of the fan.

    I stumbled backwards two steps, but my back foot was empty and I fell heavily, as if weighted down by a heavy burden.

    Suddenly, the body regained mobility.

    The feeling of being controlled and dominated vanished.

    The ghost possessing me was released...

    Although my body was exhausted and weak, my basic reaction ability still existed. I used my hands to support the ground, preventing my head from hitting the ground.

    The pain struck again, and I groaned heavily.

    Rising quickly to my feet, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the scene before me was particularly shocking.

    The spell cloth with a faint blood color as the base ink, and a faint trace of old characters, which was completely different from the previous one, was a brand new and special spell cloth.

    Above the spell cloth was an extremely deep and vivid red spell!

    Between the two spells, there was an empty space, revealing the hole in the coffin below.

    Above the hole, there were three sword grooves!

    That Taoist ghost is truly formidable! What an authoritative spell!

    My chest was thumping loudly.

    Red Ghost, does this mean it's been completely sealed?

    The faint footsteps, like they were walking away, seem to be getting further and further away.

    I turned my head sharply, and saw only a faint and phantom-like shadow floating out.

    Instinctively, I urged myself to chase after it quickly!

    The weakness in my body made me stagger, nearly falling to the ground.

    This Taoist ghost absolutely made me lose years of life, consuming a lot!

    But he didn't kill me or harm me, but instead targeted the Red Ghost!

    By chance, it achieved my purpose!

    What else does he want to do!?

    When I reached the statue, I saw the Taoist ghost standing next to his corpse.

    The ethereal soul, almost ready to disintegrate at any moment, entered the body.

    Then, his corpse shook and moved again.

    The face, burnt to unrecognizable features, blankly stared at me for a moment.

    "Mount Sigu has a good prospect."

    The broken lips forced out words in broken sentences.

    He suddenly stood up, but stumbled forward and fell!

    My face changed drastically, and my scalp exploded!

    "Stop!" I roared, my voice cracking!