My heart sinks to the bottom of the valley, though there is a deadlock between Gui Dao Ren and Xin Bo, neither has an advantage. He was not pulled out, and Xin Bo could not make more moves.
But as long as the corpse of Gui Dao Ren is damaged, his soul will inevitably be affected.
The scale, and it will directly tilt!
Xin Bo let out a sharp laugh from his mouth, exuberant and arrogant, revealing his true character in the process!
"You, will lose!"
"You are not that Daoist! The nobility of your bloodline makes Luo Xian Shen Neng see you. If I am related to you, then I can keep you in Hei Cheng Si, and produce some more "gods". You ask me, what is Dao? I do not know what Dao you are, but your future path will be shackled by me and become my slave!"
"Your sect's path will be the most favored sacrifice among all the gods of Hei Cheng Si!"
Human greed is always materialized.
Like a person unwilling to die, Xin Bo and Agon Lama both show a common point, the former constantly using means to reincarnate, and the latter using all means to become a new incarnation.
After becoming a living Buddha, Lama Agon made no move, which conformed to Xin Bo's every judgment of him.
Selfish and greedy.
Xin Bo is not only greedy, but he is also cruel, ruthless, and bloodthirsty!
Because of Gui Dao Ren's intervention, he even wants to annihilate his own sect!
Actually, there are many things that they say, Lao Gong's words, make me confused.
But now, I have no time to think about so much!
The situation is too tense!
My father trembles and stands in front of Qi Yiyi.
His eyes were crimson, and too much blood had flowed from them, turning the bottom of his eyes pitch black and red.
Too angry, his eyeballs' veins even burst open.
He trembled, he lifted his hand, he also held the desiccated body.
Only, his strength was too weak.
Compared to these old monks, it's completely not worth looking at.
"Kill him as a sacrifice!" Xin Bo put away the bone flute and hid it in his sleeve. He gave the order to the old monk.
Not only did the old monk Qi Shang come, but all those legless evil spirits also reached out to capture my father and Qi Yiyi!
At the same time, Xin Bo's hands reached out and grabbed my heart, joining the team to extract the old Daoist's soul.
The balance was still ongoing, and there was no deviation for the time being.
Too late to say, but it was fast.
Suddenly, a shrill and long voice, still young and full of vitality, echoed.
"Xin Bo, aren't you supposed to let me out?"
"I'm here, why don't you come to me?"
This voice, is actually Ding Rui Pu's!
She possessed my father.
My father's originally fierce and poisonous eyes, instantly became calm, and his demeanor carried a faint hint of malevolence.
Xin Bo's face turned pale. He remained silent, only pulling harder, tearing my clothes apart.
His body was completely rigid. He heard a series of whispers, as if the old Daoist was stabilizing his soul.
Those old monks were unable to directly capture my father and Qi Yiyi.
Although Ding Rui Pu was just a teacher and not a Daoist, she didn't have powerful means. However, her level was much higher than mine, and she had an exquisite grasp of positioning.
She controlled my father's body, constantly changing the position of his feet. Qi Yiyi, being astute, followed my father all the time. The old monks couldn't catch her either.
And the legless ghosts, under Ding Rui Pu's soul pressure, dared not approach at all!
Soon, my father and Qi Yiyi were far away from the Buddha Hall, and the old monks were also led away.
The Buddha Hall was left with only the pulling contest between the Ghost Daoist and Xin Bo.
But there was no peace.
Old Gong kept sneering and shouting: "Dead bald ass, dead old landlord, have you achieved your wish? I've said it from the beginning that she was watching you!"
"This old woman is not easy to deal with. Those great scholars who have been admired by her have all died a miserable death."
"You've doomed yourself! Old Gong will watch you die!"
"How much longer can you endure?"
Although suppressed under the corner of the table, Old Gong's shouting never weakened.
Xin Bo's face was lifeless, indeed, his body was rapidly weakening.
The time that backlight can support is not long.
And once Xin Bo dies, without a definite physical body, there will be very little he can do.
He cannot use the desiccated body, summon so-called "gods", or directly confront the ghost Daoist!
That's when the fair competition will truly take place!
Time was passing by, yet it felt like every second was an eternity.
The Ghost Daoist was finally pulled out a bit of a soul.
Xin Bo, however, was sweating profusely. He appeared to be suffering greatly, as if he were about to reach his limit.
The ghosts extending from him seemed more frantic. Although they were pulling at the Ghost Daoist, their hands had penetrated my body, but they would occasionally glance at Xin Bo, as if a glimmer of greed flashed across their eyes.
Not only that...
The statues around him seemed to have come to life, vivid and lifelike.
They looked down on us, as if fixating on me, yet it was as though they were also focused on Xin Bo!
It's as if they want to eat me, but also... as if they want to eat Xin Bo!?
Although this should not have happened, it did indeed occur in reality...
It seems that when Xin Bo is alive and powerful, he can enslave everything. When he is near death, and when he actually dies, he will immediately be devoured?
I think of an detail.
It is the enslavement that Xin Bo mentioned earlier!
Then, do these deities also exist that have been enslaved by Xin Bo?
Of course, this is just a guess. A single Xin Bo could not have built up such a large Hei Cheng Si, and there must be more secrets within.
Sweat beads had become the size of beans, trickling down from Xin Bo's forehead, penetrating into his eyes and corners of his mouth. Some more had coalesced on his chin, mixing with the blood from Luo Pinpian before it shimmered and was about to drop.
On the other side, Luo Pinpian's rotting flesh had become a mangled mass of dead meat. Yet, it managed to raise its hand and support itself to lift up, beckoning faintly towards Xin Bo. It was a ghost of grievance and resentment, unable to disperse its vengeful qi, yearning for vengeance.
Of course, Luo Pinpian could not claim Xin Bo's life.
She seems to have become an observer, smelling the scent of Xin Bo's death, watching silently.
The Ghost Daoist was pulled out more.
The Ghost Daoist's face showed a ferocious smile, and he recited Tibetan script from his mouth.
It's precisely because the Ghost Daoist wants to leave my body, that I feel a sense of recovery and control, as well as the helplessness that is starting to reappear...
At this crucial moment, if we fail, it's truly a case of falling into an endless abyss!
With a forced effort, I bit my tongue, and blood filled my mouth.
Blood can nourish souls.
Although I am much weaker than the Ghost Daoist, I do have some effect.
Just as I didn't expect, there was no feeling of being pulled, and I didn't feel any weaker myself.
It's the Ghost Daoist who doesn't want to digest those blood...
"You old man, I'm blood replenished very well, for you even more supplement, you do not eat, is to let Xin Bo eat, good good, you still want me to die. You killed him in the past life. You want to kill him in this life. It's better for you to be scattered than soul. You cannot resist the true insects. You cannot become a living yang God. Even if you die, it is useless!" Old Gong cursed again!
In that moment, I suddenly felt as if my body had been drained dry.
My physical energy was long gone. That draining feeling was almost as if my spiritual energy had been completely absorbed!
The Ghost Daoist's soul instantly returned to my body, becoming more solid and heavier!
The voice from my mouth was hoarse, ancient, and resolute as I recited, "Drive the fog and raise the clouds, the killing intent soars. The flying bear battles through the North Sea village. The seventy-two-character demon-suppressing spell, plus three thousand unique talks. Walking fire and wind, stars appear. Seeking Laozi to extinguish witch magic. A spiritual rope binds the fox monster, moving Tiangang to destroy fox mischief!"
"I swear by the Three Mao Jiaoshen, quickly and efficiently!"
This spell was completely different from the Mao System, Mao Cao, Mao Yi, or even the one used by the Gong Shishi Uncle. It seemed to be on a higher level than the entire Juqu Mountain. It's as if he didn't have time to teach these more profound Daoist techniques before committing suicide.
While I had that thought, the Ghost Daoist, controlling me, sucked the tip of my tongue and contained a large mouthful of blood before spitting it out.
Blood rushed out like a torrent, like a rope, instantly encircling Xin Bo's head and tightly compressing it. It seemed to have become a blood sword, ready to decapitate him on the spot!
