A living human being, with a jade tablet as an attack method, has the ability to completely restrain the ghost master.
At this moment, the ghost master is not in the advantageous position, but rather at the end of his powerful bow, the final attack!
If Maoyi can withstand it, the ghost master's end is obliteration.
My end will also be certain death!
Maoyi's horror, Maoyi's madness, represent his fear at this moment!
Because he used all his means to reach the current situation.
He is no longer able to stop me!
The bodily fatigue makes my momentum very weak, basically relying on the momentum from my legs.
Originally, I have no energy to use Daojutsu anymore, so I can only raise the Gokui Zhu.
But for some reason, a coolness flowed out of my hands, and that coldness instantly permeated through all my limbs and bones, giving me strength.
In my mind, a figure is jumping and dancing continuously.
My steps, instinctively follow this action to jump, hand and pen following him dance.
"Celestial might, lightning sweep, wind gallop. Supreme divine decree, holding a needle hammer. Roaming the three realms, moon and sun hide their radiance. Stars dim, constellations dark, ghosts cry, gods grieve! Iron wheel with engraved spearhead, mountains totter and collapse! Quickly as decreed by law!"
The incantation sound keeps echoing in the room.
The dull sound was the Gokui Zhu slamming into Maoyi's body.
Head, face, limbs, spine...
Almost every place, wasn't spared.
When I stopped, my body wobbled and I directly kneeled to the ground.
Maoyi's body was like a torn sack, his skull shattered, and blood mixed with white pulp flowed out. The ground was drenched with blood, as if a flower had burst into bloom all of a sudden.
The twisted and broken hands and feet had a large portion of flesh turned into pulp.
Maoyi is dead.
Dead beyond dead.
Purple energy fills the room, reverberating, accompanied by a deep sigh.
The normal, lucid soul of the ghost master that was beaten out was also extinguished by Maoyi's seal.
Not only that...
In Maoyi's distorted head, his eyes were still normal, but exceptionally dispersed, empty and void.
There was no soul in the body.
In the last moment, the ghost master had assimilated a part of Maoyi's soul.
He too was eradicated by his own seal!
The ordinary underworld, Daoist, the soul that cannot be broken by the power of Maoyi, a true master of Daoism, is scattered in pieces...
As for the position of the bed, the upper body of the ghost master was completely covered by blood-worms in the under corpse, and the Yin Jade Tablet embedded in his forehead rolled down and lay quietly on the ground.
The Yin Jade Tablet does not have direct killing effect on the three-succumbing worms, it is a guide, and still needs to be cleaned up by oneself through eliminating heart demon.
The ghost master's small part of the soul, was already trapped by the lower corpse blood, the Yin Jade Tablet couldn't let him be awake, the heart demon was heavier, and the worms in the corpse were even thicker...
The red mist is spreading, breeding, and the blood-worms are wriggling out of the bed, wrapping around Maoyi's corpse!
However, they did not touch Maoyi, stopping as soon as they did, seeming to be extremely wary.
I quickly picked up the Yin Jade Tablet, and then fumbled around Maoyi's body to find the "Yehuang Dongbi".
The next moment, the worms enveloped and devoured Maoyi as if in a surge.
The half-body of the ghost master did not give me any sense of consciousness, as if it had completely become a vessel for lower corpse blood.
Stumbling back, I left the room. The blood-worms did not chase after me, so I collapsed on a long chair by the side of the long corridor and took deep breaths.
I did not mention the act of pulling out Maoyi's corpse.
The reason is simple, leaving Maoyi's corpse here is the best result.
The body being taken out is very easy to tell that Maoyi was hammered to death.
I have the Gokui Zhu with me.
Even if my strength is not enough to kill a true man, I cannot bear the suspicion.
Juqu Mountain itself has little kindness.
Even the "kindness" of the Juqu Mountain true man is based on my destiny, merely wanting to seize someone else.
I don't want to be trapped within Juqu Mountain.
Stowing the Yin Jade Tablet and the Yehuang Dongbi.
With great effort, I moved my legs and formed a lotus position, placing my hands on my knees, closing my eyes, and starting to meditate.
Qi Jia has already been safe...
I don't know how long I've been sitting, but when I feel a bit more recovered, I open my eyes again.
Lowering my head, I look at my own palm.
The previous scenes are replayed in my mind.
I murmur, "Gaotian Dao..."
Clearly, I had no strength left earlier, no ability to perform Dao techniques, I could only engage in hand-to-hand combat.
The sudden power that came from nowhere naturally used the Dao of Gaotian Dao.
I realized that it might be because of that small fragment of bone, Gaotian Dao itself was useless in the hands of Lei Ping Dao Rensheng, but the residue of that ghost spirit has not been completely extinguished and is left on me.
But, with the use of that Dao technique just now, he should have completely disappeared.
In my mind, the understanding of that Dao technique has become extremely profound, as if I have taken away his remaining insights.
"Thank you." I bow deeply to the empty space in front of me with my hands slightly clasped.
The room door has been closed, and everything inside cannot be seen.
There are no seals on the room door now, instead, there is a touch of red.
At first glance, it doesn't seem like anything special, like red paint, but upon closer inspection, the red is clearly a large amount of lower corpse blood that completely covers the room door!
This door, should be impenetrable to anyone.
Although the ghost master has only three-thirds of his soul left, those are completely controlled by lower corpse blood, he cannot recover and will definitely be more savage than before.
His previous clearness was equivalent to suppressing the existence of lower corpse blood.
A sense of regret rises in my heart, for there are still many magical artifacts in this room that will be sealed here forever.
Taking a deep breath and abandoning those chaotic thoughts, I step forward in a certain direction.
In no time, I returned to the hall of the Qi family mansion and saw my parents sitting on the too master's chair in exhaustion. They are weak but their lives are saved.
Old Gong's night pot is on the tea table in the center of the too master's chair, looking droopy and lacking in spirit.
Including my parents' faces, they all look extremely tired.
When I appeared at the door, my mom stood up shakily. Her eyes turned red, and tears began to blur.
My dad's eyes also turned red, but they were quickly filled with joy.
"Maoyi is dead," I opened my mouth first.
Bang, Old Gong's night pot fell to the ground and rolled towards the door.
Old Gong's head was inside the night pot, turning as if he hadn't realized what happened.
My mom covered her mouth, looking hard to believe.
My dad's body trembled. His eyes became very excited, and there was a strong sense of pride and admiration in them.
"Good! Excellent! Not worthy of being my son, Luo Muye! Your deception is remarkable!"
"Qi YaoYao, you are truly worthy of being what Mr. Qin once recognized as a 'person'. Even if you ruined the marriage contract, you still helped our family of three. This time, you assisted me in killing Maoyi!"
"Ha ha ha! Killing a true man! Good! Good! Good!"
