The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

Just how vast and powerful, how fiery and intensely hot, must this require?

Only then can one achieve such an extraordinary state of being impervious to all evil and indestructible?

However, amidst his shock, an uncontrollable, almost insane, gleam of greed flashed in his eyes!

This physical body!

This body is extremely masculine and vigorous, almost perfect!

It's simply the perfect material for refining the "Mysterious Yin Corpse" he's been dreaming of!

If one can seize its foundation using secret methods, one can refine it into a corpse puppet.

Their own strength will surely increase dramatically, and they may even be able to glimpse a higher realm!

Thinking of this, Meng Dehai's breathing became rapid, and his fingertips turned white from excessive force.

Once greed arises, the desire to kill intensifies!

Meng Dehai's fingers flew rapidly as he secretly performed hand seals.

The attack of the flying paper figures suddenly changed, no longer seeking direct killing.

Instead, it clings to us like a malignant tumor, relentlessly and persistently.

More than a dozen paper figures simultaneously spread their arms and rushed towards Lin Mo like moths to a flame.

One after another, layer upon layer.

They held him tightly to his joints, attempting to temporarily restrict his movements with sheer numbers.

At the same time, the paper puppet brought with it a chilling gust of wind.

In that eerie wind, countless vengeful phantoms roared and pounced—

Or carrying a headless corpse with a bloody head.

Or a vengeful ghost with white eyes and withered claws.

Or a blood-soaked, gaping demon with its maw wide open...

If Lin Mo reveals even the slightest flaw, these evil spirits will seize the opportunity to devour his soul!

These illusions were so real that even the air smelled of blood.

Yang Jie, who was watching from a distance, felt a chill run down his spine when he saw this scene, and cold sweat poured down his back.

His body trembled uncontrollably from the intense fear.

He could only bite his lip hard, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Seeing his savior in danger, Yang Jie only regretted his own weakness.

They didn't even have the courage to approach the battlefield, let alone be able to help.

All they could do was pray that Lin Mo would escape danger.

As someone who guides people through the Yellow Springs, Leng Lingding naturally knew just how formidable Meng Dehai's methods were.

Seeing this scene, I was equally worried.

However, she is currently surrounded and attacked, and is unable to take care of herself.

She could only anxiously remind them: "Keep your mind focused, and don't be deceived by illusions!"

"It's nothing, just some trivial skill."

Lin Mo shook his head, his expression calm and serene.

Upon hearing this, the assassins around him, who had witnessed Meng Dehai's methods before, burst into laughter, their mocking remarks rising and falling.

"Has this kid gone mad? How dare he underestimate the Left Envoy's 'Hidden Enchantress Paper Doll' like this?"

"Exactly! That paper puppet is unpredictable and has caused countless Taoist masters to fall victim to it. What is it anyway!"

"Yes, this kid is far too arrogant, daring to look down on the Left Envoy!"

"Leng Lingding, I think you've chosen a rather unreliable backer!"

"I admit he has some skill, but that's all he is capable of in front of the Left Envoy!"

The group chatted amongst themselves, their tone filled with absolute trust in Meng Dehai.

But just as they finished speaking—

Lin Mo moved.

He took a step forward, his movements seemingly slow, yet he suddenly left behind a lingering, solidified afterimage.

Her whole body moved like a fish swimming, turning lightly among the paper puppets.

Wherever it passed, scraps of paper flew and scattered like snowflakes.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

He let out a cold shout and suddenly threw a punch at the empty space on his left!

The force of the punch, carrying the scorching heat of blood and qi like magma, actually caused the air to ripple with distortion.

"Ugh—!"

A piercing scream rang out from the void.

The paper doll shattered instantly, turning into ashes.

However, Meng Dehai's strange, sarcastic voice echoed from all directions:

"What you destroyed was nothing more than a substitute talisman for me."

The voice was elusive, sometimes near, sometimes far, making it difficult to pinpoint its location.

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

He realized that what was coming before him was not Meng Dehai's true form.

Rather, it is a special kind of spirit, unpredictable and elusive.

Ordinary methods simply cannot find his true whereabouts.

"He can't even find the Left Envoy; he's doomed to lose!"

"Yes, let's see how long he can hold out!"

……

The mocking laughter from all around grew increasingly grating.

Lin Mo remained calm, instead a faint sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"You think this will make me unable to find you?"

A thought flashed through his mind, and a glint of something unseen appeared in his eyes—

Qi Observation Technique, activate!

In an instant, the world in his eyes changed abruptly.

A variety of atmospheres flowed around, all within sight!

"left!"

He let out a low shout and shot out like lightning, instantly closing in on the source of the sound.

With a swift movement of his right hand, his five fingers like hooks, he forcefully pulled a paper puppet out of thin air!

A hint of human-like astonishment flashed in the paper puppet's eyes.

But then, a strange light flashed in its eyes, and a mocking smile appeared on its lips.

"laugh--"

The paper puppet spontaneously combusted without a flame, and black smoke billowed up!

Lin Mo reacted quickly and retreated swiftly.

"boom--!!"

The violent explosion unleashed a devastating storm, shaking the entire passageway and sending debris raining down.

"I told you, you can't find me."

The mocking voice echoed again, tinged with smugness.

Lin Mo smiled.

Did you really think I couldn't find you?

Before he finished speaking, he moved again.

Like a hawk swooping down, its right hand forms a claw, aiming straight for a seemingly ordinary stone in the northwest corner!

"Pfft!"

There was a muffled sound.

A glaring patch of blood was seeping out from the stone!

Immediately afterwards, in Lin Mo's vision, a semi-transparent humanoid figure was forced to reveal its true form, with a charred black patch on its chest.

At the same time, a middle-aged man's spirit, with a pale face and sinister eyes, slowly materialized.

He clutched his chest, his face filled with horror and disbelief.

The cold wind suddenly stopped, and the fog dissipated.

"You... how could you... find my true form?!" The voice was filled with horror.

And hidden in an inconspicuous cave in the valley.

On the central stone table, an incense burner covered in grease was emitting wisps of smoke.

A few sticks of incense stuck upside down looked like twisted ghostly shadows in the dim light of the oil lamp.

Beside the incense burner, an elderly man with white hair sat on the ground.

Even though the previous dynasty had been overthrown for several years, he still stubbornly wore a blue robe and had his forehead shaved clean.

The long braid behind her head hung down to the ground like a withered vine, coiled in the dust.

The flames flickered, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, like nine struggling souls.

One of the lamps had gone out completely, and the remaining eight flickered, their light so faint that they seemed about to be swallowed by darkness at any moment.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, a trace of the shadows of time flashing in his cloudy pupils.

His chapped lips trembled slightly as he murmured, "This young man... he actually managed to strike at Qiu Xian's vital point?"

……

In the dimly lit passage, Lin Mo's face was as cold as frost, and suddenly his fingers tightened—

The Demon-Suppressing Hand was suddenly activated!

A surge of scorching pure Yang energy, like a red dragon bursting from its gate, crashed into the Yin spirit's body.

The spirit immediately let out a shrill scream, its body twisting violently, as if it were ice and snow being thrown into a furnace.

"Don't... don't kill me!"

The spirit screamed for mercy, its voice filled with the terror of impending death.

Lin Mo's gaze sharpened, and he slightly reduced the force in his hand.

"Aren't you Meng Dehai?"

The spirit trembled all over, unwilling to admit it.

However, under the threat of Lin Mo's burning palm, he finally nodded in despair.

“I…I am his…enemy immortal.”

"Chou Xian?"

Lin Mo's brows furrowed instantly.