Chapter 261: Kang Wuhen's Death

The short-haired youth's body was covered in dense gray-white runes, which then, as if living things, drilled into the seven orifices of the Vanshen one after another.

The originally expressionless short-haired youth's face twisted, and the cyan light flames in its eye sockets began to flicker eerily.

"Vanshen, this Shangren is already here, return immediately!" Kang Wuhen stopped his spell chanting, opened his eyes wide at the Vanshen, and gave a loud shout.

This shout clearly contained some secret technique, causing the nearby void to buzz.

The cyan light flames in the short-haired Vanshen's eye sockets condensed, actually turning into a pair of black and white distinct eyeballs, and for the first time, a trace of confusion appeared on its face.

Seeing this, Kang Wuhen's expression was solemn. He put a finger into his mouth and bit it, shook his wrist, and a drop of essence blood was thrown toward the Vanshen opposite, landing directly on the Vanshen's brow without any intention of dodging, and plunged into it with a flash.

The next moment, a complex blood-red Sanskrit-like rune symbol appeared on the Vanshen's brow. It looked straight at Kang Wuhen in front of it, its mouth moving slightly as it spat out the two characters "Master."

The voice was hoarse and raw!

"Success!"

Kang Wuhen was overjoyed upon hearing this. His figure flickered, and he arrived directly in front of the Vanshen. His arm moved, and the fingertip still dripping with essence blood pointed directly at the blood-red Sanskrit symbol on the Vanshen's brow.

He only needed to use a secret technique to conclude a contract with the Vanshen's spirituality to completely subdue this Vanshen.

The old monk at the entrance saw this and also showed joy, his two hands couldn't help but clench tightly.

"Wrong, go to hell!"

Just at this moment, the originally confused short-haired Vanshen suddenly changed to a ferocious look.

Kang Wuhen was shocked. His body shrank, intending to shoot backward, but it was already too late.

The short-haired Vanshen just took a big step forward, and waves of bone-cracking sounds came from its body. Its body instantly grew by a section, its two arms blurred forward, and it hugged Kang Wuhen's upper body in front of its chest like two steel pillars.

"Save me!"

"Quickly save me!"

Kang Wuhen was shocked, struggling desperately while begging the old monk at the entrance for help crazily.

Seeing this scene, the old monk's expression turned gloomy, but he stood in place without moving.

At the same time, the Vanshen just exerted force with both arms.

"Peng."

Under the terrifying giant force, Kang Wuhen's upper body exploded directly, turning into countless flesh and blood splashing and flying.

"Pu tong" sound.

The short-haired Vanshen loosened its hands, and Kang Wuhen's half-broken corpse fell directly to the ground.

But strangely, the ancient bronze-colored body surface of the short-haired Vanshen didn't get stained with even a drop of filthy blood. Instead, it scanned toward the old monk with emotionless eyes, moved its two thighs, and walked over in big strides.

"Not good... failed... also angered... it."

A thin, stuttering voice suddenly came to the old monk's ears.

"It didn't fail. On the contrary, we are now only one step away from success." The old monk replied coldly, pinching an incantation with one hand.

"Weng," a muffled sound came from the Vanshen's body.

The blood-red Sanskrit symbol on the Vanshen's brow flashed, and dense gray-white runes appeared on its body surface, condensing together rapidly, turning into thick rune chains, binding the Vanshen tightly.

The short-haired Vanshen's huge body stiffened, standing in place, but a low angry sound came from its mouth. Its arms struggled hard, and the rune chains on its body surface flashed incessantly, shattering one after another.

During this moment of delay, the old monk chanted incantations again, pointing a finger at the ground behind the Vanshen.

"Boom" sound.

Kang Wuhen's broken corpse exploded again. Dense fresh blood danced wildly as if controlled by someone, quickly turning into a giant blood net, covering the short-haired Vanshen.

"Chi la."

As soon as the blood net covered the Vanshen's surface, waves of white smoke rose, and blood threads drilled into the Vanshen's body and disappeared.

The gray-white chains on the Vanshen's body turned blood-red, and the originally broken runes recovered as before in the blink of an eye, binding the Vanshen in place again.

"Wrong, not Master!"

The Vanshen's face became even more ferocious, veins bulging on its forehead. A thunderous roar came from its mouth, and waves of Sanskrit sounds came from its body. Dense golden Sanskrit characters appeared on its body surface, and its body grew by a large section again.

Those blood-red rune chains were stretched thinly, and at the same time, emitted humming sounds.

Seeing this situation, the old monk didn't hesitate to tear off one of Yuantong's arms and threw it on the ground casually.

Fresh blood sprayed out from Yuantong's severed arm.

Amidst the screams, Yuantong woke up from his coma, struggling painfully, but his body had no strength at all.

The old monk turned a blind eye to this, instead shaking his large sleeve while chanting incantations.

The fresh blood spraying from Yuantong's shoulder turned into streams of blood arrows, shooting onto the Vanshen one after another.

After a series of "pu," "pu" sounds, these blood arrows also plunged into the Vanshen's huge body.

But strangely, the Vanshen, which was originally full of ferocious color and struggling desperately, after these blood arrows plunged into its body, showed a confused look on its face again. After spitting out the two characters "Master," its struggling movements began to slow down, the Sanskrit sounds in its body stopped abruptly, and the golden Sanskrit characters on its body surface faded away rapidly.

"Really... succeeded."

A thin voice transmission came to the old monk's ears again, clearly filled with joy.

"Still a little bit short, but adding the essence blood I preserved back then, it should be almost enough."

The old monk replied solemnly, flipped one hand, and a small black bottle appeared in his hand, throwing it toward the Vanshen and pointing at it from a distance with one hand.

A crisp sound.

The small black bottle flying above the Vanshen exploded, and a large ball of black-red essence blood fell, plunging into the Vanshen's crown.

The blood-red Sanskrit symbol on the Vanshen's brow grew several times larger amidst the flashing light, covering most of its face.

The short-haired Vanshen stopped struggling completely.

A trace of excitement finally appeared on the old monk's face. The void beside him fluctuated, and a blurred black figure also emerged simultaneously.

At this moment, both of them couldn't help but look toward the giant copper door.

……

Just at the same moment the Vanshen stopped struggling.

Wang Yu, who was countless miles away, was looking in surprise at the black iron box flying out from his storage bag.

From the box came violent humming sounds, and at the same time, waves of heat radiated.

"Chi la" sound.

The talisman pasted on the surface of the iron box burned spontaneously like fire, the lid opened on its own, and a ball of white light the size of a fist flew out from inside.

In the center of the light ball, an oval-shaped stone flickering in size could be faintly seen.

"Sou" sound, the white light ball trembled and shot away, its speed incomparably fast.

"Wind Fire Wheel!"

Wang Yu activated this escape technique without thinking. After cyan-red runes appeared under his feet, his figure turned into a cyan-red crystal light and shot out.

"Pa" sound.

Seven or eight zhang away in front, Wang Yu's figure suddenly appeared in the void, grabbing the white light ball that was about to escape. ===== CHAPTER 262 =====