Chapter 134

Thirteen Zodiacs.

Xu Dog, Han Diyuan!!!

Zhang Fan's hand holding the spoon stopped in mid-air. He looked at the polite man in front of him, his trembling gaze narrowing into a line.

He never expected that a member of the Wu Wei Gate, one of the dignified Thirteen Zodiacs, would appear in front of him so openly, without any warning, without any concealment.

"Don't be nervous, we can chat for a while before you die," Han Diyuan showed a kind smile, soothing Zhang Fan's emotions.

Just at this moment, the stall owner brought the bowl of sweet tofu brain.

"Do you want some?" Han Diyuan picked up the spoon, didn't eat it, but asked Zhang Fan first.

"You eat it yourself."

Zhang Fan focused and guarded, his tone cold, but under the table, he had already taken out his phone and typed a message:

Thirteen Zodiacs have appeared, come quickly.

Immediately after, he mass-sent this message to the 【Night Does Not Brighten Company Group】 and the 【Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Group】...

The latter was a small group formed when he followed Chun Sheng and Zhan Xinyue to Gusu City that day.

"Calling for help?"

Han Diyuan ate a mouthful of tofu brain and then looked sideways at Zhang Fan.

Beside the dim street, the light projected from under the table shone on Zhang Fan's face, appearing particularly dazzling.

"..."

"It doesn't matter, when people come, you will already be dead."

Han Diyuan's mouth curled slightly, eating the sweet tofu brain in the bowl.

"Do you really not want some? Sweet is the most authentic taste..."

"Looking down on people?" Zhang Fan's expression sank slightly.

"Zhang Fan... actually, you should have died long ago... ten years ago, under Long Hu Mountain, in that situation, you didn't die even after entering the Great Night Does Not Brighten. Your and your old man's lives are truly great."

Han Diyuan changed the subject, but the smile on his face converged by three points.

"You Rooster..." Zhang Fan's brows furrowed.

He knew that ten years ago, Zhang Lingzong stole the sky and changed the sun, hiding their father and son's destiny, faking death and fleeing, mixing in the city.

That day, You Rooster Jin Maori used the 【Divine Evil Fighting Clothes】 and the Wang family's 【Big Dipper Refining Spirit】 to peek at the secrets of heaven and understand the truth.

"Thirteen Zodiacs, each has its own strengths..." Han Diyuan said lightly: "Since You Rooster has made a move, naturally he couldn't return empty-handed."

Speaking of this, Han Diyuan lifted his eyelids slightly and looked at Zhang Fan deeply.

"Little ghost, you haven't escaped the calamity yet!"

"I'll escape your mother!" Zhang Fan said coldly.

Han Diyuan's expression was calm, his indifferent eyes had no ripples, but instead, a trace of mockery appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Words are the most powerless resistance."

Han Diyuan held the spoon, stirring the tofu brain in the bowl.

"Little ghost, you haven't escaped the calamity... Zhang Lingzong hasn't escaped the calamity either, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly, and he stood up abruptly.

"The two of you father and son live in this world, many people will not sleep peacefully," Han Diyuan shook his head and whispered, not putting Zhang Fan in his eyes.

"The Great Lingzong King, who retreated from Long Hu Mountain that year, is not only being watched by the Wu Wei Gate, but many people in the Daoist schools are also thinking about him..."

Speaking of this, a cold smile appeared on Han Diyuan's face.

Take advantage of his illness to take his life.

Zhang Lingzong faked his death for ten years and has not yet escaped the calamity. Now is his weakest time and the best time to take his life.

The Great Lingzong King, who was rampant for a time that year, had a fierce reputation that moved the world, and he didn't know how many enemies he had provoked, not to mention that he also hid the secret of the Daoist school's great calamity and the mystery of the Divine Demon Sacred Fetus.

At this time, as long as a little wind is released, masters from all sides will surely move upon hearing the wind.

"Zhang Lingzong won't live long... I heard that the masters of the White Crane Temple have taken action and are looking for him."

Han Diyuan brought a piece of news. The infiltration of the Wu Wei Gate was very powerful. By releasing a little news intentionally or unintentionally, the former Great Lingzong King was placed in a desperate situation.

"Zhang Fan, you go first."

Han Diyuan put down the spoon in his hand, the smile on his face disappeared suddenly, and a trace of murderous intent appeared. Since he knew the hidden danger was ahead, he should naturally strangle it with thunderous means. How could he let it grow!?

Rumble...

Almost at the same moment, Zhang Fan moved. True Yang rolled and roared, and the terrifying aura instantly overturned the table in front of him.

"Truly a freak, breaking through and re-cultivating, and still able to be so domineering. The speed of progress is almost like a demon. You can still live like this!?"

Han Diyuan sat still, his eyes filled only with coldness.

Hum...

Just at this moment, the True Yang raging around Zhang Fan suddenly collapsed. His body trembled, and he felt his limbs were weak, actually collapsing to the ground.

"How could this be?"

Zhang Fan's brows furrowed, his gaze narrowing into a line. He finally saw that the dust was flying around, the scene was gradually blurring, and even the stall owner making tofu brain in the distance became distorted.

"The six dusts are poison and also medicine; only when the dust is gone can the light be born and enter the Dao."

Han Diyuan's voice rang out faintly. He sat there, indifferently watching Zhang Fan who was gradually curling up...

Gray, hazy dust, scattered everywhere, filling the sky and the earth.

Ordinary people's eyes cannot see it; only by observing with the soul can one see this strange dust.

It is the red dust, penetrating through Zhang Fan's skin, passing through his pores, and entering his body, like a virus, instantly invading his soul.

Hum...

In an instant, his soul seemed to have its immune system broken. Holes appeared, as if the body were rotting and collapsing.

"Six Dust Poison!" Han Diyuan watched ruthlessly, appreciating the "fire light" that was gradually extinguishing.

Living in the world, what one sees and hears is all poison, and what one experiences is all dust. Those things seen, heard, smelled, touched, and thought about... are constantly stimulating new thoughts, consuming the blood and Qi of all living beings, until they finally move toward death.

Even practitioners of the Dao must be polluted by the six dusts in this red dust.

The so-called 【Six Dust Poison】 is the six dusts refined from the soul, condensing into a great elixir, which is both poison and medicine.

It is both a great medicine for longevity and a deadly poison for killing people.

The soul undergoes this tempering, mysterious elixir refining; once that inextinguishable light is born, it is the difference between heaven and man, the way of immortals.

Even when Lu Zu achieved the Dao, he said, "I have a bright pearl, long locked by dust labor; now the dust is gone and the light is born, illuminating the mountains and rivers."

But likewise, for others, it is a great calamity of killing.

Unless one cultivates to the realm of 【Pure Yang Limitless】, the six dusts are extinguished, and one will not be affected by this poison.

"As long as one is a person, one must be polluted by this 【Six Dusts】."

Han Diyuan slowly stood up, looking at Zhang Fan with pity, whose breath was getting weaker. The latter's consciousness was becoming more and more blurred. The tofu brain stall he saw seemed to be just a projection of what he saw in childhood, and the taste he tasted also originated from past memories...

Color dust, sound dust, taste dust, touch dust... the six dusts rolled, like a great poison, which is the great calamity of the soul.

Rumble...

Zhang Fan's body curled up in one place, his muscles tense, the speed of blood flow became slow, and his heartbeat became weak...

The most terrifying thing was his soul, like a candle flickering in the wind, its light dim, ready to be extinguished at any time.

"Life... is always so fragile in this red dust."

The murderous intent in Han Diyuan's eyes slowly dissipated, but he showed a compassionate look, because once 【Six Dust Poison】 is deeply planted in the soul, it is a dead person.

"Let me give you a quick end."

Han Diyuan looked indifferently at the trembling Zhang Fan and walked over slowly.

"You'd better stay away from him." Just at this moment, a cold voice rang out in the gloomy night. A chubby figure walked slowly from the street corner. He was wearing a security uniform, and the gloomy moonlight pulled his shadow long, blending into the chaotic dark night.

The person who came was none other than the security guard of Hongfu Garden, Liu Fusheng.

"Hmm!?"

Han Diyuan stopped his steps, looked at the person who came, and his gaze sank.

"Who are you?"

"Xu Dog? You are a newly joined Thirteen Zodiac, right?" Liu Fusheng rubbed his hands and slowly removed the glove worn on his right hand.

"That old dog before died under Long Hu Mountain ten years ago... torn in half by Boss Zong."

As he spoke, the glove on Liu Fusheng's right hand was removed, revealing four fingers, but his little finger was missing a section.

"Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon!?"

Han Diyuan looked at the incomplete palm, his brows lifted, and he actually recognized it.

"A bit of insight... worthy of being a dog!" Liu Fusheng said lightly.

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"You're late..."

Han Diyuan's expression returned to normal, looking indifferently at the dying Zhang Fan.

"Stained with Six Dust Poison, even an immortal can't save him."

This is the poison of red dust, and it is also the great calamity of the soul. Once it sinks into extinction, it is irreversible.

Liu Fusheng furrowed his brows, and a strong chill appeared in his eyes.

"Then... you can be buried with him."

Rumble...

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying fluctuation soared into the sky, instantly covering a radius of a hundred meters.

"Thunder Talisman, Bury the Earth!"

Almost at the same moment, Han Diyuan looked up abruptly, his pupils shrinking suddenly, and he saw a huge talisman appearing in the sky above his head, spanning more than ten meters. The profound talisman characters caused the clouds to surge, and bolts of thunder fell from the sky.

"Talisman Dao class demon..."

Han Diyuan's expression changed suddenly. Before he could react, bolts of thunder fell, directly covering his entire range. The terrifying power raged and roared on the ground, drawing cracks, gravel flying, like intersecting blade lights.

"Touch dust, Thunder Fire Escape!"

Just at this moment, amidst the brilliant thunder light, a burst of dust rose suddenly. Thunder fire brilliance rose around Han Diyuan, dazzling, as if blending into the thunder falling from the sky. His body moved horizontally, and he jumped out of the coverage of the huge talisman.

"Color dust, Prison Body Barrier!"

Endless dust surged in front of Liu Fusheng. Suddenly, he seemed to have arrived at another place.

The sky was gloomy, accompanied by hazy drizzle. In front of him was a white building, surrounded by iron fences, and a sign hung at the entrance, which clearly wrote: seven characters.

Nanwang Mountain Mental Hospital!!!

"People, what they want to forget most in their lives, but can't forget, is the fear in their hearts..."

The cold voice rang in Liu Fusheng's ears.

For fearful things, whether it is what one sees, hears, or listens to... are all the most profound.

This profound memory is like a cage, making it difficult for them to walk out for their whole lives.

This is the karmic obstacle of the six dusts, and it is also the calamity of the heart demon.

"Just a blindfold!"

Liu Fusheng grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He pinched a seal with his right hand and drew it lightly.

"Sword Talisman!"

Hum...

Immediately, the scene in front of him dissolved instantly under his fingertips like an ink painting, and the 【Nanwang Mountain Mental Hospital】 also disintegrated.

"Sound dust, Landing Swamp!"

Almost at the same moment, the scattered dust entangled Liu Fusheng's right arm. Accompanied by a harsh roar, immediately after, Liu Fusheng's arm twisted rapidly, as if falling into a mud swamp, and his flesh and blood disintegrated and fell to the ground.

"Life Talisman, Withered Wood!"

Suddenly, the severed limb that had just fallen to the ground turned into charred talisman papers, entwining with each other, like withered wood, gradually turning black, and finally turning into ashes.

At the same time, Liu Fusheng's right arm was as new as before. The sword talisman slashed again, breaking through the surging dust. He dropped one hand and grabbed a figure, his long fingers tightly strangling the other's neck, lifting him into mid-air.

"Little dog, you're still too green!" Liu Fusheng grinned hideously.

Bang...

Just at this moment, Han Diyuan in Liu Fusheng's palm exploded, turning into scattered dust.

The next moment, his figure slowly gathered in the distance, walking out of the dust, with scarlet blood at the corners of his mouth, and deep trepidation in his eyes, staring fixedly at Liu Fusheng.

"Worthy of being the Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon... disappeared for ten years, and the skill in your hands hasn't fallen off at all."

Han Diyuan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, but revealed a cold smile.

"Unfortunately, he is dead."

As he spoke, Liu Fusheng's expression changed suddenly, looking at Zhang Fan who was motionless. His heartbeat gradually stopped, and his soul was like a candle in the wind, leaving only that wisp of green smoke.

Poison obstacles born in the red dust are the death calamity of my Dao.

"So tired."

Inside the inner scene of the soul, Zhang Fan felt unprecedented exhaustion. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to his mother's womb, ready to fall into a deep sleep, never to distinguish day from night again, and never to wake up again.

What 【North-South Sect Source】, what 【Daoist Dharma】... seemed to have all turned into clouds and smoke.

The light of the soul finally entered extinction.

"Use the divine demon as a tripod, the sun and moon as water and fire, Yin and Yang as the chemical machine, temperament as the dragon and tiger, thoughts as the true seed, use the heart to refine thoughts as the fire timing, thought rest as nourishing fire, holding light as solid relief... like this morning and evening, naturally the red child produces the holy fetus."

Just at this moment, a void voice rang out in the inner scene of Zhang Fan's soul, faint and vast, everywhere.

"Who?"

"First use the divine demon as a tripod, then take the various thoughts as medicine to cook, form the fetus and transport the Samadhi fire, forge away the remaining Yin into Pure Yang."

The void voice rang out again, revealing a power that made people obsessed. Zhang Fan listened and felt it was familiar.

"Forgot? Forgot? Did you really forget?"

The void voice was like a yellow bell and a great drum, deafening, echoing in the inner scene of Zhang Fan's soul. Accompanied by the mysterious feeling, a sealed power seemed to be slowly reviving at this moment.

"White in black is the elixir mother, hiding the demon in the spirit is the holy fetus!"

Hum...

On the cold street, Zhang Fan's breath finally extinguished. His soul was like a candle in the wind, and in the sobbing wind, the last wisp of light was extinguished.

"This evil seed is dead after all."

Han Diyuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Liu Fusheng, a trace of mockery in his eyes.

Rumble...

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan's body suddenly moved, and a terrifying aura soared into the sky, like a blazing white light, illuminating the chaotic darkness.

"That... what is that?"

Three miles away, Boss Bai was driving the Five-Colored Rainbow Light toward the direction where Zhang Fan was. When he saw the white light soaring into the sky, he braked suddenly, and in his trembling eyes, he seemed to see a soul rising and waking up.

"This is..."

On the cold street, Liu Fusheng's eyes widened, unable to believe it. He only saw a soul jumping out of Zhang Fan's body, incomparably vast, incomparably blazing, almost covering a radius of tens of meters.

At this time, Han Diyuan's expression became incomparably ugly. Looking at this scene, a stormy sea rose in his heart. A terrifying but unimaginable voice rang in his heart and was spoken from his mouth.

"The most fierce in the world, the Divine Demon Sacred Fetus!"

(End of chapter)