Chapter 769: Street Magic Battle

Wang Daoxuan's spell was indeed terrifying.

The crisis of death made Zhu Suanpan desperately invite out the "Netherworld Opera Stage."

This object had a fierce reputation, and the former Ghost Opera Troupe relied on it to run rampant in the Jianghu. Now that it was re-established, it had cast many more with the help of unknown forces.

Every opera troupe team had one to suppress their luck.

With the help of this treasure, Zhu Suanpan immediately escaped the danger.

Wang Daoxuan was about to chant the spell, but a substantial force of resentment rose suddenly from the Netherworld Opera Stage, forcibly cutting off the secret spell connection between him and Zhu Suanpan.

"Hmm~"

The backlash of the spell made Wang Daoxuan grunt, his face turning slightly pale.

He hurriedly withdrew the dharma spell, and the straw man in his hand burned with a "whoosh."

Even so, frost condensed on his fingertips, and then quickly spread to his arms.

"What a powerful resentment, be careful!"

The Daoist felt black before his eyes, endured the pain, and warned Lu San.

On the other side, Zhu Suanpan was not feeling well either.

"Pfft!"

He spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his aura withered by more than half in an instant.

First, he was injured by Wang Daoxuan's spell, and second, summoning and forcibly driving the Netherworld Opera Stage almost drained his strength and essence, his face withered like wood, and his hair roots turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, his strong desire to survive made the fierce light in his eyes even more intense.

"Grandsons, none of you want to live!"

Zhu Suanpan endured the severe pain, his fingers as thin as firewood frantically fiddling with the abacus, and his opera tone became more desolate and eerie, "Come! Come! Come! Break the account and cancel the Book of Life and Death, the old opera stage rebuilds the Netherworld wall, rise—stage—!"

After saying that, he directly buckled down several abacus beads and flicked them out.

The abacus beads tore through the air and whistled out.

But the target was not Wang Daoxuan and the two, but the fainted infant spirit on the ground.

Pfft-pfft-pfft!

Several muffled sounds, all shot into the infant spirit's body.

At the same time, inside the Netherworld Opera Stage in front of the mansion gate, countless distorted, blurred, screaming, and struggling ghost shadows were forcibly extracted, turning into rolling black mist, circling and rolling in the air, like a dam-breaking filthy flood, pouring into the dying infant spirit's body.

"Uh-ah——!"

The dying infant spirit let out a shrill howl that didn't sound like a human voice.

It was a tender child's voice, mixed with the wailing of thousands of ghosts.

Its body trembled constantly, expanding and distorting like being inflated.

The originally pale skin instantly lost all blood color, like a floating corpse soaked in water for many days, covered with cyan-black blood vessel patterns.

The facial features shifted, the mouth opened wide and tore, splitting to the ear roots, filled with dense sharp teeth.

In the empty eye sockets, there were only two miserable green ghost fires jumping crazily, devouring everything.

The thick black mist that couldn't be dissolved surged crazily from its body, rolling and rising, wrapping its entire body, only vaguely visible as a human silhouette.

"Hundred Ghost Infant Evil!"

Wang Daoxuan widened his eyes and said urgently: "Quick, help me protect the dharma and break the formation. This thing can only be dealt with by Brother Yan!"

After saying that, he took out a purple talisman paper from his bosom, bit his middle finger, formed a seal while drawing the talisman, folded it into a paper crane, and quickly chanted: "Crane rides the clouds, talisman connects the nine netherworlds, Yu steps on the Dipper, fog scatters and clouds clear, golden light opens the way, treasure mirror hangs bright—Order!"

It was no wonder Wang Daoxuan was afraid; this "Hundred Ghost Infant Evil" was a legendary evil object.

Some fetuses remain alive after the pregnant woman dies, but no one knows, and they are sealed in a coffin and buried, which can be said to be the coexistence of innate vitality and death qi. After death, they will turn into ghost infants.

But a strand of vitality of these fetuses often attracts unclean things, sometimes swallowing the ghost infant, and sometimes merging with the ghost infant to occupy the ghost fetus for cultivation.

Over time, it attracts a large amount of evil qi, which is called "Infant Evil."

The place where ghost fetuses are buried will gradually turn into a fierce place, and many strange things will happen.

This is a kind of "Evil" that gives earth masters a headache.

The more ghosts it attracts, the stronger the "Infant Evil" will be.

And to form the most terrifying "Hundred Ghost Infant Evil," it also needs demon qi. Once formed, it will poison thousands of miles, and can only be sealed and suppressed, borrowing the heaven and earth's gang qi to wear it away.

As for what Wang Daoxuan used, it was the Mystic Sect's "Spirit Crane Breaking Miasma Technique."

He knew that as the Netherworld Opera Stage, which served as the formation eye, was misappropriated, the illusion formation covering the entire city had already shown flaws. As long as he helped find the formation eye, Li Yan could break the formation and come out.

Just in case, the Daoist also used high-grade talisman paper purchased at the Mount Qingcheng cellar-opening assembly.

Clatter-clatter~

As soon as the spell was completed, the purple paper crane flapped its wings and rushed into the black mist of the mansion...

Beside him, Lu San had already raised his mace and kept shooting at the infant spirit.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Continuous roars, smoke and fire filled the air.

Although the black mist wrapping the infant spirit's body surged violently, it did not dissipate.

"Woo-wah——!"

The shrill infant cry came from the black mist.

The cry was sharp, feeling like it could tear the eardrums.

Zhu Suanpan, who was closest, bore the brunt.

Even though he was the controller, he felt his divine soul stinging, his eyes turning black, and he almost lost control.

Wang Daoxuan and Lu San were even more like being hit by a heavy hammer.

Wang Daoxuan reacted very quickly, the clear light of the Wish-Fulfilling Pearl soared to protect the two, but he was also shaken to the point of blood qi churning.

Lu San had already closed his hearing supernatural ability, but his hearing was still far beyond ordinary people. He only felt his head "buzz," and he stumbled, the scene in front of him distorted and blurred, as if countless resentful ghost faces were rushing over while roaring.

Ordinary people would probably lose their minds instantly.

Fortunately, Lu San's mind was firm, and he still gritted his teeth to support, but he had no strength to fight back, and even the little white fox Chuchu was affected, its fur standing on end and screaming, subconsciously hiding behind him.

What's more terrifying is that this is just the beginning.

The "Hundred Ghost Infant Evil" in the black mist screamed shrilly again, and its pale body disappeared on the spot in the next instant without warning.

When it appeared again, it was less than a foot away from Wang Daoxuan's side, carrying a rich corpse smell and bone-chilling cold, and the pale little hand with black nails grabbed toward the Daoist's throat silently.

This evil object was half-human and half-ghost, and its movement was even more eerie and unpredictable than shrinking the ground into an inch.

"Hit!"

Wang Daoxuan was well-prepared, pulled Lu San back, and raised a copper tube at the same time.

This was the "Netherworld Fire Gun" restored by Sha Lifei according to the "Thunder Fire Classic." Because it was too exquisite and difficult to make, only a few were made, and all were handed over to Wang Daoxuan for self-defense.

Whoosh~

In an instant, crimson phosphorus fire sprayed out like dragon breath.

The "Hundred Ghost Infant Evil" screamed and was forced back.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Daoxuan immediately took out the Five Directions Luo Feng Flags, inserted them beside the two, formed a seal with both hands, and sprayed a mouthful of gang qi he had cultivated in his chest while practicing the "Five Heads Divine Technique" like a silk ribbon from his mouth.

The Five Directions Luo Feng Flags were almost activated instantly.

Inside, five camps of ghost soldiers were raised, and suddenly yin wind blew, shadows protected him and the two in the middle, but the two black mists collided crazily, various shrill sounds, making illusions appear before their eyes......

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And just as the spell-casting battle raged outside, a turning point appeared within the Squire's estate.

The Netherworld Opera Stage was misappropriated, and the black mist that shrouded the main hall and isolated the five senses stagnated violently.

Li Yan, who was trying to break the formation, suddenly looked up and noticed the abnormality in the qi mechanism.

"Something's wrong, be careful!"

Xu Kong Zhenshan of the Yangzhou Law Enforcement Hall also noticed something wrong,

Just then, a purple paper crane broke through the black mist and flew from the air.

"Don't move, our own people!"

Li Yan hurriedly stopped Xu Kong Zhenshan who was about to attack.

In the eyes of everyone, the paper crane circled up and down, finally landed in a hidden corner of the gatehouse in the front hall, its figure suddenly solidified, fell like losing control, and burned by itself.

"So it's here!"

Li Yan's eyes shone brightly, and he took out his broken gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He was not good at breaking formations and was a bit blind to this kind of precision formation. He only knew that finding the formation eye was the key. After searching in a mess for a long time, he smelled Wang Daoxuan's scent on the paper crane and immediately knew it was here to help.

Boom!

A roar, and the soil, stones, and wood chips at the corner of the door exploded. ===== CHAPTER 770 =====