Chapter 478

"Bang!"

Runsheng smashed "Jue Tong" to pieces with a shovel. The shattered "Jue Tong" turned into ignited paper ash and drifted away, permeating a fresh fragrance.

The vision in the rear area distorted, and Jue Tong's figure appeared again, covered in blood and with a pale face.

He had already used the art of death-substitution multiple times to avoid being killed. In the past, this secret technique had to be used with extreme caution and at a great cost, but right now, he couldn't care about that.

The coffin shop was affected by the formation, its depth stretched, but the space on both sides remained unchanged, which was equivalent to him and Jue Yu being constantly stuck in the middle by Runsheng, and he couldn't get Jue Yu's protection.

On the other side, Jue Yu, who noticed Runsheng's intention, did not hold back at all. Even blood lines spread from his body onto the demon-subduing staff, adopting an overdrawing method to attack Runsheng, wanting to help Jue Tong out of the siege.

However, Runsheng just firmly attacked Jue Tong, and for the threats from behind, he responded with a straightforward shovel every time.

Runsheng had recovered to a certain stage and knew that when fighting, one must first kill the guy who is weak in melee but very good at making people's scalps itch.

Jue Yu only felt that every shovel from the opponent was constantly increasing in force. When he countered with the staff, the pressure was greater each time. Now, he was simply sent flying every time. However, he was experienced and had rich techniques; even though he was becoming less capable in absolute strength, every time he attacked Runsheng's back, he would leave some injuries on Runsheng with side attacks.

He wanted to use this method to continuously weaken Runsheng, but the black energy on Runsheng's body adjusted according to the injuries on his body. The black energy in the injured areas would be thicker, re-calibrating the overall balance of the body.

This is actually a death-reversal instinct. They are a special life form, so when corpse-salvagers deal with death-reversals, they must have the attitude of eliminating evil completely, because even if it is severely injured, as long as it escapes, it can find a place where resentment accumulates to recover and then retaliate.

Therefore, even though Runsheng in a muddled state was repeatedly taken advantage of by Jue Yu during this battle, his fighting state at this time was not significantly weakened.

Moreover, Jue Tong's repeated avoidance with the death-substitution art made the degree of clarity in Runsheng's eyes higher and higher, because he sniffed with his nose and smelled a familiar scent from the burning paper ash.

Runsheng doesn't like reading books. Apart from having to memorize the "River Walking Code of Conduct," he only likes watching police and gangster movies on weekdays and won't flip through books.

But he likes watching Xiao Yuan read books and also likes helping Xiao Yuan move books.

This is the smell of Buddha-skin paper.

The blackness in Runsheng's eyes receded by more than half, and he looked at Jue Tong.

I cannot miss again, and you cannot fake death again.

This will waste my Xiao Yuan's Buddha-skin paper.

When the next offensive came, Jue Tong immediately found that invisible air walls appeared around him, crazily compressing his range of activity.

Runsheng swung his shovel and approached, the nine scars on his body wriggled, transforming into nine ferocious evil dragons, further strangling all the energy in the surroundings.

Jue Tong had nowhere to retreat, and his technique was severely affected when cast, failing to succeed.

Looking at the shovel face getting closer and closer, he knew he was finished.

There was no shattering of bones, nor was he patted into meat paste. At the last moment, Runsheng sliced horizontally with the shovel face, just cutting off Jue Tong's head, keeping his clothes as complete as possible to avoid ruining his family's paper.

Jue Tong's headless corpse stood there. Runsheng's hand reached up to grope and found it—there were only three sheets left.

Runsheng frowned.

On the other end, Jue Yu stopped his offensive after seeing Jue Tong die.

Runsheng turned his head and looked at him.

Jue Yu discovered that the emotions in the eyes of the person in front of him were gradually becoming clear.

The monk felt terrified; he knew he was afraid he had no chance.

Jue Yu began to retreat, but no matter how he rushed toward the shop door, the distance between him and the shop door would never shorten and would even lengthen.

As a martial monk, he wouldn't break formations. He wanted to call the two uncles outside to help him out, but the two uncles seemed to be unable to take care of themselves.

From behind, a terrifying pressure came.

Jue Yu turned around and held his staff to counterattack again.

In resistance, he tasted despair, as if these repeated efforts to block were just a final, meaningless attrition.

When the Qin family stacks their momentum, and it is a one-on-one duel, the outcome is often predetermined in advance.

"Crack."

The demon-subduing staff in Jue Yu's hand broke, a surging air wave crushed down, the edge of the Yellow River shovel cut down vertically, and Jue Yu was split in two and exploded.

A figure exuding the aura of a death-reversal walked out of the coffin shop, holding the Yellow River shovel specifically designed to restrain death-reversals.

Runsheng had completely returned.

With the Bodhisattva's active gift-giving, plus the other party's active entry into the ghost city, Li Zhuiyuan could be said to have occupied all the advantages of time, place, and ghost harmony.

Even though this group from Qinglong Temple had extraordinary strength, they had no hope of turning the tables from the very beginning.

Now, Runsheng withdrawing from the local battlefield would lead to the rapid collapse of this main battle situation.

Lin Shu had the most pressure because he was clearly at a disadvantage, but he clearly couldn't lose.

A You was relying on his youth and strength and the endless supply of evil ghosts from the Young Lord's mansion to wear out the old man.

Zhao Jie She was much more miserable here; on one hand, he had to resist the five-sense shock from Tan Wenbin on the roof, on the other hand, he had to resist the eerie ability of the dream ghost, and he also had to constantly cast techniques while dodging to block the two generals, Zeng and Sun, who were crazily eager to perform.

Tan Wenbin didn't use his full strength, otherwise he would have drawn his rusty sword and gone down long ago.

A Li was the same; she just let the dream ghost condensed from blood porcelain exert its effect.

This is not only the tradition of Li Zhuiyuan's team—a guaranteed win must pursue the highest cost-effectiveness—but also because their own Bodhisattva golden body and bronze mirror were still in the hands of these two thieves, making it hard to avoid being cautious.

Runsheng raised his shovel and walked toward Zhao Jie She step by step; he was the final mountain that crushed the camel.

Zhao Jie She knew he had no way out and no strength to continue supporting, so he simply cut his palm, dipped his fingertips in blood, and smeared it on the bronze mirror in his hand, wanting to trigger it.

This thing is not suitable for fighting, but it can self-destruct.

Fresh blood condensed into patterns, the inside of the bronze mirror glowed, and everything was brewing.

But at this moment, the blood-red eyes above turned collectively, staring directly at the bronze mirror in Zhao Jie She's hand.

As the final line of defense for the Fengdu underworld, how could the formation effect of the ghost city be just simple suppression?

The fresh blood Zhao Jie She smeared on the bronze mirror was evaporating rapidly, and the self-destruction that had just started was quickly eliminated.

"You..."

A strong sense of unwillingness rose in Zhao Jie She's heart.

Fighting until now, he suddenly realized that among this group of people, the one who should naturally be the strongest—the head of the Qin and Liu families—had not taken action again since he dispersed the fog and raised the lamps at the beginning.

The other party had been carefully protecting the heavy treasure of Qinglong Temple in his hands all along.

Zhao Jie She: "You are the head of the two Dragon King gates, how can you be so base!"

Li Zhuiyuan's voice came from a shop:

"Compared to you back then, I still feel inferior."

The previous generation of Qinglong Temple monks who lit lamps and walked the river left a Buddhist seal on Qin Shu when they besieged him.

If this Buddhist seal had exerted its effect normally, Qin Shu, who escaped home, would have slaughtered his family, or been beheaded by Liu Yumei herself with a sword.

People really went to exterminate your whole family back then, and they didn't want to dirty their own hands, letting your whole family kill each other.

Li Zhuiyuan doesn't even feel like he is taking revenge now; this is just the beginning, and like the Great Emperor, he is just collecting some interest first.

The effect of the bronze mirror was completely suppressed, and the bronze mirror was covered by a thick layer of red light, becoming extremely hot.

Monk Zhao Jie She let go, and the bronze mirror floated in the air.

The old monk was so angry that he simply condensed a Buddhist palm with his right hand, wanting to completely destroy this bronze mirror.

His Buddhist palm struck and hit the bronze mirror, and the bronze mirror shattered.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhao Jie She let out a hearty laugh,

"Brat, I'll let you end up with nothing!"

Tan Wenbin on the roof also laughed.

The bronze mirror was floating on the left side of Monk Zhao Jie She, but Monk Zhao Jie She's Buddhist palm slammed into the right side, blasting a pit in the ground of the ghost street.

It is likely that in a few days, this street surface will suddenly sink, and the merchants will have to scold the neighborhood office in private again for collecting money without maintaining it properly and using inferior goods.

Monk Zhao Jie She also seemed to realize something was wrong, his eyes blankly saying:

"No, there's a problem, there's a problem..."

When Runsheng walked toward him, Zhao Jie She had already given up on himself, not only eating Tan Wenbin's five-sense bewitchment but also being successfully invaded by the dream ghost.

At this time, the old monk could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

Runsheng just stood in front of him, and the shovel swept across, cutting the opponent at the waist.