Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 173 Playing Games, Big Trouble
"Damn it! We've fallen for their trap!"

Yang Ping gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath as the wind whistled past his ears as he rushed toward the inner defensive circle.

He also heard what was just transmitted through the device.

Clearly, they had been tricked by the ant.

He had fallen for a trap to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

To everyone's surprise, the data obtained from the Special Operations Bureau's investigation turned out to be fake.

It's now quite clear that this person has been hiding his true abilities ever since he appeared, which is extremely insidious.

This is not only the ability to control Gu worms, but it seems that it can also create an external avatar.

Looking back now, I doubt there were many correct statements in the materials.

Yang Ping ran all the way, getting angrier and angrier, and somewhat helpless. He had placed too much trust in the archives in the database and had been too careless and negligent.

But thinking about it now is useless. All he could do was grit his teeth in resentment and leap onto the external staircase next to the city wall.

With a few leaps, they quickly climbed to the top of the city wall.

Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly ran to the edge.

Their gaze turned to the bottom of the pit, to the tomb entrance, which was illuminated as brightly as day by various spotlights.

His gaze immediately sharpened.

Sure enough, just as the communicator had said, there was another tall, thin figure that looked exactly the same.

Standing before the massive concrete pier that seals the entrance to the tomb.

He was placing his hand on it, doing something unknown.

Meanwhile, several sentries, some near and some far, were firing continuously.

However, the bullets that struck the figure in black robes passed through them the next moment and hit the concrete pillars, having no effect whatsoever.

Because they were worried that the shells would blow up the tomb seal along with the tomb, they only dared to use small-caliber weapons to attack.

But clearly, this level of harm is far from enough to damage the notorious leader of the Three Evils.

Not only that.

In that brief moment of scanning, he also noticed the outer protective array he had set up at the edge of his vision.

Two of the array's key points have already been destroyed by a pile of pits and rubble, clearly the work of this person.

Seeing this, Yang Ping no longer hesitated and jumped off the towering city wall in an instant.

Fortunately, the previous golden body talisman effect was still present. As soon as the land was hit, the talisman replaced the damage and shattered instantly.

Yang Ping used the momentum to steady himself and headed straight for the bottom of the pit, which sloped downwards.

While running up the slope, he didn't stop, drawing the copper coin sword directly from his waist.

He affixed a talisman, its handwriting as sharp as a drawn sword, to the sword.

next moment.

With a powerful flash, the short sword made entirely of copper coins whistled and seemed to flash with a cold light.

Then it looks like it's showing off its sharpness.

After making these preparations, Yang Ping, as if by magic, instantly produced several talismans with his other hand.

Immediately, with a sword in one hand and a talisman in the other, he charged straight at them.

"Western Metal Virtue, sharp metal in form! Sword slays a thousand evils, so be it!"

With a loud shout, even the insects and ants that were calmly standing in front of the concrete block amidst the hail of bullets turned around.

The two palms pressed against the cement seal showed no intention of moving away.

Instead, a harsh sound, like a sharp blade scraping against rock, came from beneath the mask.

"Hehe~ Master Yang, it seems you've had your fill of playing with me outside?"

His tone was full of mockery and sarcasm. What he received in return was Yang Ping's furious glare and a slashing motion.

The sword, which was clearly made of copper coins and red rope, now looked like an exceptionally sharp sword.

"Clang—!"

A flash of bright silver sword light cleaved the nearly two-meter-tall black-robed figure in half diagonally, without any obstruction.

The force of the strike sent his entire upper body flying to the side, rolling to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Meanwhile, Yang Ping did not pause at all after launching this attack.

The talismans he was holding in his right hand were quickly flung onto his upper body, which had rolled to the side.

Suddenly, bursts of fire rose up, igniting the entire body, still writhing and struggling in the black robe, into a raging inferno.

"Boom~!"

The flames, carrying some mysterious power, instantly burned it into a pile of black charcoal amidst the wailing and explosions of the insects.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Ping finished the whole set of movements and finally let out a long breath.

I turned my gaze toward the stone pier to check the extent of the damage.

The next moment, he was stunned.

The body part that should have been dead and lying on the ground was still standing straight up.

At this moment, at the sloping break point that was less than waist-high, some dense black shadows were wriggling, making a series of creepy crawling sounds.

Finally, several enormous insects emerged from the broken opening, writhing and twisting.

With strips of black cloth held in its mouthparts, it gradually rises, and more and more insects gather and crawl out.

It was as if there were endless insects inside the half of the body on the ground.

In almost a few breaths, the insects clung to each other, piled up, and covered each other with patches of black cloth robes.

Soon, the severed body parts "grew" back.

Once the last piece is kneaded into a ball and covered with a hood-like cloth, the "head" is lifted up.

One by one, the insects quickly climbed up and hugged each other tightly.

The next moment, a distorted and disgusting human face mask quickly took shape.

Then, the same hoarse voice as before emanated from his chest.

Meeting the horrified gaze of the yellow-robed Taoist, it raised the newly grown "hand" from its sleeve.

"Master Yang, you're quite hot-tempered."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ping quickly composed himself and took a step back.

He took out several more talismans, raised his sword, and warily watched the strange "monster" in front of him.

Although this sword strike was not his full-force attack, he recalled the battle he had just fought against his clone outside the core area.

Even the terrifyingly powerful Fire Talisman couldn't kill it instantly.

Yang Ping initially thought that the other party had used some kind of substitute or escape method to avoid the explosive combustion of the Fire Separation Talisman.

Therefore, this time, the even more precise and difficult-to-dodge Sharp Gold Talisman was used in conjunction with the sword blade to kill.

Unexpectedly, this is the outcome.

It now appears that the previous Fire Talisman did hit its target, but this evil cultivator was simply able to continuously revive himself using those insects.

At this moment, they were also somewhat unsure, their swords facing each other, watching each other's every move closely, knowing that either of them would make the first move.

Fortunately, my own slash just now interrupted the opponent's attempt to break free from the blockade.

The problem is that the records are outdated and cannot be referenced.

Yang Ping racked his brains trying to recall any similar methods, but couldn't find any matching demons or awakened abilities. He suddenly felt a sense of unease.

Even the all-powerful sharp metal sword energy and the all-consuming fire of Li Huo could not kill this demon. What means should be used to repel the enemy?
He was constantly thinking of a solution.

The insect, which had been standing silently, seemed to grow impatient after receiving no response for a long time, and took the initiative to act.

Suddenly, he raised his hands and spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

"Since Master Yang isn't answering, then it's my turn to go first this time..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ping saw his entire body, shrouded in a black robe, wriggle.

next moment.

Countless plump insects rustled down from the gaps in its black robe.

It piled up and spread across the ground in large swaths, like a writhing black carpet, rapidly spreading outwards.

Seeing the dense swarm of insects rushing towards him, and hearing the sound of their limbs colliding, Yang Ping, who was standing not far away, felt a chill in his heart.

He quickly replaced the talisman in his hand and threw several Yang Fire Talismans onto the ground around him.

"Boom~"

After a few loud bursts of flame, several walls of fire, each more than half a person tall, formed a circle, burning the charging insects to death inside.

Before Yang Ping could even breathe a sigh of relief and lament that the opponent's move was all show and no substance, a series of dull, scraping noises suddenly rang out.

"Gara gara~"

Yang Ping, who had just been surrounded by a wall of fire, looked up.

Then, the dense swarms of insects that had just scattered and rushed out suddenly turned around and surged toward the cement blockage in the center.

The fastest ones, already visible to the naked eye, burrowed inside one by one, accompanied by a sound like scraping against rocks.

Yang Ping's eyes widened in surprise, realizing that he had been tricked again.

However, he didn't panic too much. Instead, he pulled out a Bagua mirror from his waist, muttered some incantations, and pointed his sword finger upwards.

As a result of this action, the incense and candles that had been extinguished on the long table set up on the open ground of the city wall quickly relit themselves.

The dark red patterns carved on the ground seemed to be infused with some kind of energy, rapidly brightening one by one and spreading quickly.

Following the lines that extend to all around the wall, it gets faster and brighter.

In an instant, the inner circle of the array patterns arranged around the bottom of the pit was completely lit up.

If you were to look down from above at this moment, you would see a huge, intricate array of lights up.

As this change occurred, the cement seal at the center of this huge circular array was removed.

The surface gradually brightened, revealing bright spots that formed intricate patterns.

next moment.

"Buzz!"

Centered on the cement seal, a violent gust of wind suddenly blew outwards.

The dense swarm of insects crawling on the ground was lifted into the air by the wind.

Amidst a series of piercing cries, it was crushed, burst into juice, and flung into the distance.

Even the ant-like creature, dressed in black and closest to the cement seal, was suddenly blown into the air by the gust of wind.

The dense swarms of insects within its black robe were also dispersed, turning into a mass of minced meat.

Because there were so many insects, they were instantly transformed into a disgusting rain of insect corpses, flying to a distance of a hundred meters from the center of the array.

The entire area at the bottom of the pit was cleared, except for Yang Ping, who was holding the array plate and remained unaffected, standing in place.

Some of the insects that were thrown into the air were still struggling and had not yet died.

At this moment, the garrison soldiers who had been watching the battle for half a day also raised their guns and began to clean up the remaining insects and carcasses on the ground.

"Bang bang~ bang~"

Soon, the remaining insects were smashed one by one, including the black robe wrapped in insects, which slumped limply to the ground.

It was as if the attack had been successfully thwarted.

Even another "insect" on the periphery of the communication channel was successfully burned to death by the high-temperature incendiary bombs deployed by the team.

It seems that this dangerous and inexplicable attack came and went just as quickly.

But Yang Ping dared not have such wishful thinking.

They remained on standby for a while.

Only then did he carry the array plate and the copper coin sword to the cement block blocking the tomb entrance, and inspect its damage.

He then reached out and stroked the neat rectangular gaps, his brows furrowed.

Although he reacted quickly and activated the second layer of the formation, the ant's methods were somewhat beyond his expectations.

The insect swarm had only been in contact with the mound for a few breaths.

Looking at what appears to be a small house, the concrete seal has been riddled with holes and gaps.

Each one is a meter wide and extends deep into the interior.

The defenses, which were already struggling to withstand the onslaught of zombie hordes, were further weakened by these breaches.

It's unlikely that these insects would go to such lengths to break in just to gnaw on some cement and steel bars.

Yang Ping knew that the formation attack he had just used was made using some of the wind-attribute materials he had obtained from his master.

They were more than capable of repelling the enemy, but not enough to launch a direct attack. It was impossible to kill this evil cultivator who could hide and run away like an insect.

The silence now can only mean that the other party has achieved their goal and has either fled or gone into hiding.

Having figured these things out, Yang Ping's gaze became even more serious.

Looking at the cement blockage in front of him, his gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier and reach directly into the tomb, and a sense of unease grew stronger.

"... "

And it seemed to be in response to his idea.

From the once quiet bottom of the pit, a series of faint scraping sounds could be heard.

Listen closely, and you'll hear a hollow, muffled sound, like fingernails slowly scraping against rock, creating a shimmering echo.

then.

next moment.

"boom!"

A sudden, dull thud echoed throughout the surrounding area.

Then came a series of impacts.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound was dense, like a series of explosive explosions in the ground.

Yang Ping could clearly feel the vibrations in his palm as he placed it on the cement seal.

This prompted him to cautiously and slowly withdraw his hand, taking small steps backward and minimizing the noise.

Once they had retreated from the center, they raised their hands to signal the soldiers who were surrounding them not to approach.

His face was solemn and gloomy, as if it were about to drip water.

"Shh~ Everyone be quiet, slowly retreat back to the city wall..."

"...We're in big trouble..."

(End of this chapter)