But before I could reach Wei Youming, his body suddenly vanished into thin air. Old Gong had bitten nothing in his mouth but only the omnipresent purple aura.
Suddenly, Old Gong twisted in pain, and his head rapidly returned to its normal size!
Wei Youming's hand was actually inserted into his backside, forcefully pulling it out, as if to pull something out!
Old Gong's face suddenly flashed with intricate and complex characters, which were the sutras on the scroll of human skin!
I rapidly recited a spell for spiritual swords in my mouth, and the Gao Tian sword was suddenly thrust out!
Ha!
It was as if a hot iron was thrown into cold water. The Gao Tian sword pierced a large hole through Wei Youming's chest!
Ghosts are different from corpses; Wei Youming had almost no substance. The purple mist was like a spider web, constantly diffusing around his wounds, attempting to restore him to his former state.
Wei Youming's other hand landed on Old Gong's face and cruelly pulled downwards, as if to peel off the skin. If Old Gong were a human, his face skin would have been peeled off by now!
His face suddenly contorted and elongated, those obscure and profound sutras, flashing a dense black, the words actually seemed to be jumping towards Wei Youming's body!
I raised the Gao Tian staff again, ready to use Daoist arts from Gao Tian Daoist.
Wei Youming suddenly vanished... The dense purple mist that surrounded the area began to dissipate wildly!
"Come back!" Old Gong screamed, particularly unwilling to let go!
My heart beat loudly, and I stared at the purple mist intensely.
Is it that terrifying?
It came so quietly, and when it left, it was impossible to stop and its direction was unpredictable!
"Quick, chop down!" Old Gong's tone was even sharper!
He suddenly vanished, having returned to the night pot.
Without hesitation, I cocked my hand into the Heavenly Thunder Decision and bellowed loudly: "Dān Tiān Huǒ Yún, awe-inspiring in the universe. It captures evil qi upward and cuts demonic pollution downward. Electric flashes, wind without pause, true nature changes. It pays respects to the emperor. Hurry, as if by law!"
The other hand quickly swung, unable to locate Wei Youming's exact existence, I could only imprint the symbol into the mist that had not completely dissipated yet!
The rumbling sound was that of lightning and thunder!
Suddenly, blinding white light flashed, and several bolts of thunder struck through the mist.
This caused the already rapidly dissipating purple mist to vanish completely in an instant!
The visibility along the mountain's middle was completely restored, and Wei Youming reappeared in sight. His body showed signs of scorching, with half of his shoulder seemingly dissolved, looking very disheveled.
"Good you, Luo Xian Sheng!"
The cold and indifferent voice, abruptly appeared from Wei Youming's mouth!
However, it was not the tone of Wei Youming himself. At that time, when I perceived Deputy Dean Old Liu, I heard Song Fang's tone in his memory, which was identical to the one now!
Painful screams emerged from Wei Youming's mouth as he desperately hammered his temples with the other hand.
His two fingers hardened and inserted into his head, as if to pull something out!
But he couldn't do it.
Instead, he continued to emit Song Fang's chuckling voice from his mouth: "What worry that the heavens taught a good younger brother, when he helped me, today his younger brother helps me. This peach vine ghost is difficult to subdue, I left a wisp of soul to control him, but instead I was suppressed. You weaken him, well, very well!"
I just saw a figure smiling in Wei Youming's eyes. He was so excited that his shoulders were trembling continuously.
These words made me shiver with horror.
He couldn't control Wei Youming?
I suddenly thought of a point...
Why did Wei Youming want to kill me so badly? Because he realized the plague ghost on me, in his eyes, that was a disease.
After Wei Youming became the malevolent peach vine ghost, he broke free from Song Fang's control.
Why did Wei Youming appear so quickly? The reason was as simple as could be.
The plague ghost spread in Jin Yang, and the epidemic constantly spread in Jin Yang. Naturally, he had to find the root cause, so he wandered around the Changfeng Daoist Temple and Huan Si, both of which have geological energy.
Is it possible that, indirectly, Wei Youming has also become a presence that hinders the spread of the plague ghost?
Only this allowed the entire Jin Yang to not completely fall into chaos, as the plague ghost needed to go out to find a powerful ghost to increase its own strength.
Thoughts flashed through my mind.
Wei Youming's hand suddenly stopped.
He looked extremely numb, like a puppet without a soul, motionless.
However, his face was struggling, twitching, and mildly spasming.
The face of Wei Youming was radiating an intense hate, venom, much thicker than any ghost I have ever seen.
A talisman appeared silently on Wei Youming's forehead.
Whoosh, the talisman rolled up.
During this process, Wei Youming collapsed into a large amount of purple mist and penetrated into the talisman paper. As the talisman paper became a paper cylinder, a bright flame suddenly shot up.
It burned cleanly in an instant!
The extreme quiet made the mountainside so silent that a needle could be heard falling.
My eyelids kept twitching, and Lao Gong appeared on my shoulder again. He didn't have the excitement like before, but rather a strong sense of fear. He muttered, "Is something wrong?"
"The ghost dean...there is something in him that allowed him to escape that person..."
"The Heavenly Thunder is a bit fierce; I was thinking of driving him out, not of having him controlled..."
Lao Gong's tone, rarely, had some sense of disappointment.
The surroundings were too quiet, with no trace of Wei Youming.
It was even more certain that Song Fang was not around either.
He took away Wei Youming with a talisman he left behind, using a wisp of his own soul that was attached to Wei Youming's body.
The footsteps suddenly came from behind me. I immediately turned my head and saw Tang Wu appear!
His two long eyebrows fluttered slightly with the wind, and the long beard at his chest seemed sharp, likely twisted by Tang Wu himself.
His tightly wrinkled face looked even more rigid, and his breath was very unstable.
"I couldn't leave that ghost, Song Fang used a special technique to capture the soul."
"Song Fang... he just appeared before me..." Tang Wu's voice trembled slightly.
Tang Wu, the prestigious Ansang Taoist, the master of Yunjinshan, also couldn't control his emotions, showing such disarray.
"Oh... Tang Old Man, it's no wonder you're upset. That Song Fang didn't really appear in front of you, just a wisp of soul hidden in the ghost dean's body. He took advantage of the ghost dean being weakened by the heavenly thunder strike and exploited this opportunity." Old Gong was comforting Tang Wu.
"If that's the case, then isn't it giving Song Fang the means to be more arrogant and outrageous?!"
Tang Wu's tone became more serious, and his emotions seemed to become even more agitated.
"Don't grow demons, Tang Old Man. I'm not afraid, but if you die beside him, it will be hard to explain, and I will be in trouble." Old Gong exclaimed with suspicion.
"The old man...I'm fine..." Tang Wu closed his eyes, stroking his long beard, muttering as he recited some kind of incantation.
The moment was tense, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy. To be honest, my attack had unintentionally placed Wei Youming under Song Fang's control, making him more difficult to handle.
But on second thought, since we had already anticipated that Song Fang might control Wei Youming, the problem isn't that serious. It's just that Wei Youming is rather unlucky.
Inexplicably, I felt a sense of panic and unease.
My gaze involuntarily fell on the spot where Wei Youming had previously vanished.
There... there was a pair of frameless glasses lying on the ground!
I quickly approached and picked up the glasses.
A cold breeze swept through my hand, and my eyes seemed to see Wei Youming's face staring at me, his lips quivering slightly.
A single word echoed in my mind.
"Coming!"
