Chapter 75: Successive Fierce Battles

"The bastard, why did this unlucky ghost come!"

Sha Lifei exclaimed, holding his blade and hiding behind the altar.

Zhao Facheng was anxious when he saw this. "You look fierce, why are you so timid? I asked you to protect the altar, why are you hiding?"

Sha Lifei poked his head out, feeling guilty in his heart. "That person is powerful; I can't beat him. I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death in a few moves."

Zhao Facheng was also not good at martial arts. Originally, seeing Sha Lifei's fierce momentum and hearing him shout all the way that he would personally kill the evil person, he didn't expect him to be a coward.

The altar summoning couldn't be halfway, otherwise, it would have to start over, so he had to persuade helplessly: "What are you afraid of? I'll find you some helpers!"

Having said this, he pinched the mudra with one hand, waved the Dharma sword with the other, picked up several yellow talismans, lit them, and swept them toward the altar. "Great Emperor of the Three Netherworlds of the Jiuyuan Return to Truth, command all battalions of soldiers—hurry like the law!"

Slap slap slap!

In front of the altar, a row of Wandering Soul Jars opened.

In an instant, the Yin wind blew violently, and strands of black smoke surged out.

The way of soldiers has three altars: upper, middle, and lower.

The Upper Altar is also known as the Registering of Soldiers, which are also Heavenly Soldiers and Generals. Only those orthodox Mystic Sects and ancient lineages with a long history can drive them. They are powerful, but summoning them is equally strenuous; presenting memorials, opening rituals, and having numerous high-merit priests presiding are all indispensable.

The Middle Altar is mostly Patriarch Soldiers, accumulated by the sect over countless years. They are fed with incense in ordinary times and trained regularly. They are powerful and obey commands. Disciples gain the right to command and control them after receiving their registers, but they must apply for permission.

The lower altar is the soldiers gathered by the Daoist priest or Dharma master himself. They can be commanded easily, but the disadvantage is that the sources are mixed, and if the cultivation is not enough, it will cause backlash.

Zhao Facheng also raised some, but unlike Chen Fagui, his soldiers were not mixed with puppet techniques and could only attack the spirit.

But these Yin soldiers were not weak either, turning into Yin mist and black smoke, visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Sha Lifei's confidence increased greatly. He waved his blade and rushed out again. "Yuan, eat your Grandpa Sha's blade!"

He moved fast, thinking beautifully in his heart.

Martial artists, even Zhou Pan who had practiced Dark Jin, were ultimately flesh and blood and could not be indestructible.

Taking advantage of Yuan Qu being entangled by the Yin soldiers, he just needed to slash his head off with one blade, so he followed closely behind those black mists.

And opposite, Yuan Qu didn't dodge either.

The Spirit Medium method is to borrow the blessing of ghosts and gods with a mortal body, circular light to see things, judge good and bad luck, find objects, and protect the Dharma, with many functions.

Therefore, since ancient times, many Dharma masters have brought Jitongs with them.

But this method also has drawbacks. Yuan Qu was invaded by Yin Sha Qi and had long lost his calm. Seeing the black mist flying over, he roared and didn't dodge, protecting his head with both arms and rushing forward.

Pop pop pop!

Several crisp sounds, and the black mist was scattered by the impact.

Although these Yin souls didn't perish and gathered around again, they clearly had no power to stop Yuan Qu.

Seeing this, Zhao Facheng's expression changed. "Spirit Medium Puppet!"

But Yuan Qu was not feeling well either.

The Spirit Medium method also requires years of practice.

Sometimes one needs to maintain self-awareness, and sometimes one completely hands the body over to ghosts and gods; only after a long time can one move forward and backward freely.

And Yuan Qu was originally invaded by Yin Sha, barely maintaining a trace of consciousness. Now, being impacted by several Yin soldiers, his brain went black, and he completely lost his reason.

His eyes rolled white, covered in bloodshot veins, his face full of blue veins, looking hideous, roaring like a wild beast as he ran.

The Yin soldiers in front were scattered, and Sha Lifei happened to bump into him. Seeing his appearance, he was also scared out of his wits. In a panic, he hugged his head and squatted on the ground.

If it were any other time, this behavior would undoubtedly be seeking death.

But Yuan Qu's brain was confused, and he still rushed forward.

Bang!

It was because he was tripped by Sha Lifei, and he flew out, clawing and scratching, just happening to pounce toward the altar, falling firmly to the ground, and eating dog shit.

"Well done!"

Zhao Facheng saw this, directly grabbed a handful of rice worshipped on the altar, quickly chanted a spell, and then blew a breath, scattering it with a handful.

Pop pop pop pop!

A series of explosions, like bamboo pieces breaking continuously.

The white rice grains fell on Yuan Qu, quickly turning black and bursting.

This method originates from the Five Grains Exorcism Technique.

The five grains are the essence of heaven and earth, used to worship gods since ancient times, so there are many exorcism techniques related to them.

For example, the folk use five grains to clean rooms, the south uses red beans to exorcise evil, glutinous rice treats zombies, and there are rice grandmothers who specialize in divination and exorcism.

This jar of rice of Zhao Facheng's was often worshipped in front of the Patriarch altar, stained with incense, so its power was naturally even more extraordinary.

Yuan Qu was attached by Yin souls and felt it personally, as if scattered charcoal had fallen on his back, so he screamed in pain.

Zhao Facheng's attack hadn't stopped yet. He pinched the mudra with his left hand, grabbed a handful of pine powder with his right, and threw it abruptly toward the candle flame.

Boom!

The flames rolled out, instantly wrapping Yuan Qu.

He was in unbearable pain and rolled on the ground frantically, trying to extinguish the flames.

This is the relationship between a Dharma master and a martial artist.

With Yuan Qu's skill, if he got close to Zhao Facheng, he could definitely kill him easily, but relying only on his physical body, it was difficult to avoid being impacted by Yin soldiers, confusing his mind.

Chen Fagui borrowed the blessing of Yin souls with the Spirit Medium method, making Yuan Qu's strength increase greatly and not afraid of Yin soldier impacts, but it also made his spirit confused, and his fist and foot skills couldn't exert even 30%.

Dizzy and losing his balance, he was seized by Zhao Facheng for an attack.

And Sha Lifei behind him naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity.

He tripped Yuan Qu, rolled on the ground himself, and seeing this, he picked up his long blade again, rushed forward in three steps, and slashed down with both hands.

"Go to your Grandpa!"

Pfft!

The blade light flashed, and an arm flew out.

Yuan Qu instinctively flipped over, dodging the fatal blow, but had his arm cut off.

"Ah—!"

Yuan Qu was in unbearable pain, but instinctively borrowed the momentum for an old monkey climbing a branch, his body flipped up, and he performed a beautiful side kick in the air.

This kick, because of the pain and Yin soul interference, had poor breathing and didn't use Dark Jin, but the Spirit Medium-possessed leg strength was enough to be fierce.

Sha Lifei was kicked in the chest and flew out, almost knocking over the altar. "Ah!"

Sha Lifei was also provoked to ferocity, endured the pain, stood up, and wanted to pick up the blade and continue.

"Wait!"

Zhao Facheng hurriedly stopped him and said in a deep voice, "He used the Spirit Medium method and is not afraid of pain; going up is seeking death."

Sure enough, Yuan Qu opposite had already stood up after extinguishing the flames. He held the dagger with one hand, his eyes rolled white, his face full of blue veins twisting and hideous, like a fierce ghost.

Sha Lifei swallowed hard. "What to do?"

Zhao Facheng said in a deep voice, "To break this method, we need boy's urine!"

Sha Lifei was speechless. "Little Brother Yan is not here, what's the use of saying this..."

Before he could finish, he looked at Zhao Facheng with strange eyes.

Zhao Facheng's face turned black. "Boy's urine must be from a child who has just turned a month old. I have black dog curse blood, which also works, but it needs time to prepare."

"You drag him first!"

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Having said this, he kicked Sha Lifei out.

"I'll kick your big black face!"

Sha Lifei was so angry he couldn't speak, but seeing Yuan Qu had already pounced, he did a lazy donkey roll, dodged, and ran as soon as he stood up.

Yuan Qu at this time also had a confused brain and was full of resentment toward Sha Lifei who had cut off his arm, chasing him relentlessly.

Sha Lifei didn't have hard skills, but his ability to save his life was not bad—rushing, side-rolling, snake-skin maneuvering—avoiding attacks dangerously and dangerously.

And on the other side, Zhao Facheng had already set up, performed the spell again, and his face was a bit gloomy. "Protect the Dharma, wait for my last command!"

Sha Lifei hurriedly picked up his blade and stood up, looking at the sky with worry:

"Not good, the Hour of the Rat is coming..."

…………

In the dense forest on the mountain, the battle was also reaching its end.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~

At this moment, Zheng Heibei had become a blood gourd.

All over his body were sword marks, bleeding incessantly, especially his two arms, which were covered in several deep-to-the-bone wounds.

And he was possessed by several Yin souls at the same time, having long lost his humanity, his eyes rolled white, his face full of blue veins twisting, and he had completely stimulated his body's potential.

But even so, he was no match for Luo Mingzi.

If it weren't for his instinct to protect his vital points, he would have died long ago.

However, Luo Mingzi's face also looked bad.

He didn't expect these two goods to be so stupid.

A martial artist's body is as precious as gold, especially a Dark Jin expert. After using the Spirit Medium method, although his combat power increased, if he didn't recuperate properly in the future, it would be a sign of early death.

And this person could actually listen to Chen Fagui's ghost words and let several Yin souls possess him at the same time. His speed was fierce, like a ghost, making him unable to perform spells to break the evil.

Although it was only the time of half a bag of smoke, it wasted time.

Thinking of this, Luo Mingzi took out a triangle folded from a yellow talisman from his bosom, secretly buckled it on his back, kept his mind on one thought, and continuously pinched several hand mudras.

The change in Gang Qi immediately made Zheng Heibei, who was possessed by Yin souls, alert.

"Roar!"

With a roar, he pounced like an old monkey.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~

Zheng Heibei's left foot was directly cut off, losing his balance and pouncing forward.

His entire body was covered in sword marks, bleeding incessantly, especially his two arms, which were covered in several wounds deep enough to see the bone.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the several Yin souls on Zheng Heibei were completely scattered.

And Luo Mingzi also used Dark Jin. This palm was fierce, accompanied by the sound of breaking bones, and directly broke Zheng Heibei's spine.

With a loud thud, Zheng Heibei's huge body fell to the ground, and he had completely lost his breath.

Luo Mingzi didn't even look and rushed directly into the tomb.

But just as he walked halfway, his expression changed.

He saw Chen Fagui, disheveled, standing behind the altar, holding a dagger, and drawing three pairs of blood marks on his forehead, like three pairs of blood eyes.

Blood flowed, his face was hideous, and he muttered incessantly: "Altar exists in the Netherworld, Great Luo is unobstructed, Western White Heavenly Demon Taboo Red Three Bright..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 76 =====

The change in martial energy immediately alerted Zheng Heibei, who was possessed by a yin spirit.

"Roar!"

With a hiss, he pounced like an old ape.

Luo Mingzi did not retreat but advanced, his right hand performing a feint with the Seven-Star Sword, then turning his body and taking advantage of the momentum to sweep downward.

Zheng Heibei's left foot was actually severed, and he lost his balance and fell forward.

And Luo Mingzi's left-hand seal was already formed; he stepped to the side and slapped Zheng Heibei's back fiercely.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the several yin spirits on Zheng Heibei's body were completely dispersed.

Moreover, Luo Mingzi used Dark Energy; this palm was fierce and powerful, and accompanied by the sound of shattering bones, it directly snapped Zheng Heibei's spine.

With a loud thud, Zheng Heibei's massive body fell to the ground, and he had completely lost his breath.

Luo Mingzi didn't even look, charging directly into the tomb.

But just as he walked halfway, his expression changed.

He saw Chen Fagui, with disheveled hair, standing behind the ritual altar, holding a dagger and carving three pairs of blood marks on his forehead, resembling three pairs of bloody eyes.

Blood flowed, his face was ferocious, and he muttered incessantly, "The altar resides in the Netherworld, the Great Luo is unobstructed, the Western White Heavenly Demon's secret name, Red Three Bright..."

(End of chapter)