One person: I am Lin Bai, good at using a hundred skills!

Zhao Guizhen was severely injured by Lin Bai's unexpected attack. He fell to the ground and could not get up again.

He was seen bleeding from all seven orifices, convulsing all over, and struggling desperately on the ground.

What was even more deadly was that the power of the Seven Evils that supported Zhao Guizhen was now receding rapidly like the tide.

Without the support of external forces, his cultivation was being lost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a short while, Zhao Guizhen went from being an aggressive demon to a defeated villain at the end of his strength.

He stared at Lin Bai, who was calm and composed opposite him, with fear, resentment, and unwillingness flashing in his eyes, but more of it was disbelief.

As a famous Taoist priest of the Maoshan Sect, how could he have ever suffered such a great loss?

Although the Seven Evils' gathering is an evil practice, its destructive power is incomparable to that of ordinary things.

Combined with his own cultivation, he originally had the confidence to kill this young man.

But he never expected that he had underestimated the opponent's strength. Just a few moves put him in such a desperate situation.

"This Immortal Sword Technique...is truly extraordinary!"

While secretly marveling in his heart, Zhao Guizhen couldn't help but feel upset that he paid a heavy price for his carelessness.

But now, regret is of no use.

If this continues, I'm afraid my life will be in danger.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and supported his upper body tremblingly.

She endured the severe pain and gave Lin Bai a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Boy, don't be so proud! How can I, Zhao, be defeated so easily?"

He said this in a boastful manner, while secretly searching for the remaining Qi in his meridians.

Unfortunately, he was injured too badly and could no longer muster any decent strength.

Zhao Guizhen frowned and his face became paler.

On the other side, Lin Bai was calm and composed, exuding a sense of calmness from the bottom of his heart.

He stood in front of Zhao Guizhen in a leisurely manner, straightened his clothes gently, and brushed off the dust on his shoulders...

It seemed as if the battle just now was just a competition.

Lin Bai glanced at the mess on the ground, with a playful smile on his face.

His eyes revealed the pride of a strong man and the certainty of victory, but also mixed with a hint of disappointment.

"I thought you could come up with something more interesting."

Lin Bai spoke slowly and leisurely with a relaxed tone, which was completely different from the thrilling fight for life and death just now.

"It seems that I overestimated you, Taoist Zhao."

"You are so vulnerable, yet you dare to call yourself the Seven Evils? This battle is really boring."

As he spoke, he shook his head with pretended regret, his eyes full of mockery.

"Boy, don't be so arrogant!"

Hearing these words, Zhao Guizhen was so angry that he trembled all over and almost vomited blood.

He forced himself to stand up shakily, sneering twice as if he were harmless.

"Do you think you can defeat me with just a sword technique?"

"Humph, how naive! Look at my Maoshan secret skills and I'll let you know what great supernatural powers are!"

As he spoke, Zhao Guizhen had already taken out the stack of yellowed talismans from his arms.

He was seen holding the talisman paper high above his head, with his five fingers slightly open as if grasping something.

At the same time, he secretly circulated his Qi under his feet, and his series of complicated steps were as smooth as flowing clouds and water.

Instantly, the ground beneath his feet shook slightly. Zhao Guizhen muttered something in a loud voice, as if he had the power to create the world.

The talisman moved quickly between his fingers, emitting a strange blue light wherever it passed.

"Gods of heaven and earth, please hurry up and obey the command! Zhao dares to ask you to show your spirits and help me subdue this evildoer!"

Zhao Guizhen shouted incoherently, veins popping out on his forehead and cold sweat dripping down.

Obviously, this ceremony of summoning the gods consumed a lot of his energy.

The air around them vibrated, and there were faint strange fluctuations.

"Swish swish"

Dozens of yellow talismans flew out from Zhao Guizhen's fingertips, arranged and combined in the air, and turned into a huge magic circle.

Green light flickered and murderous aura filled the air, making it look extremely mysterious.

Just when everyone thought that this magic circle was about to attract divine power.

puff.

The yellow talisman fell silently to the ground, raising wisps of green smoke, which were blown away by the mountain wind in an instant.

Apart from that, there was no movement.

The world remained the same, and the sea was calm, as if nothing had happened.

"this......"

Zhao Guizhen was stunned, his face turned pale.

As the descendant of the corpse-controlling lineage, this move of his was originally a unique way to pray to the gods and ward off evil spirits.

I didn't expect it to fail at the critical moment.

Suddenly, Zhao Guizhen felt ashamed and could no longer save face.

His already weak Qi became even more disordered and could no longer remain stable.

Seeing this, Lin Bai couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He was seen standing with his arms folded, the corners of his mouth raised, his smile full of ridicule and disdain.

"Is Taoist Master Zhao performing some magic trick? Why is there no movement at all?"

He walked forward slowly, speaking in a frivolous tone.

"Is it because I'm not sincere that even the gods don't bother to pay attention to me?"

Zhao Guizhen's face flushed red, he was so ashamed and angry, but he had no way to refute it.

In a rage, his lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't say anything to fight back.

Lin Bai looked like he was enjoying the show, and the playful smile on his face became more and more intense.

"Since Taoist Zhao has no idea how to summon the gods, why don't I teach you a thing or two."

As he spoke, he stood with his hands clasped, eyes closed and exhaled, his whole body exuding a sense of solemnity and dignity.

The Qi in his body was flowing, and a faint green light could be seen. That unique aura was intimidating.

At the same time, he chanted softly, his voice loud and clear like thunder:

"Left is zero, right is fire, thunder god help me!"

There was a loud thunder and the sky and earth changed color.

Zero on the left and fire on the right?

Thunder God help me?!

Zhao Guizhen was dumbfounded at this moment...

Which senior electrician's spell is this...

But even so, the Lin Bai in front of him was still unfathomable.

Countless arcs of electricity flowed around Lin Bai, crackling. Strange patterns appeared and disappeared, as if they were spiritual.

For a moment, the sky and earth lost their color, the wind and clouds changed, and the entire space trembled slightly because of this force.

And Lin Bai is the source of this power.

His body was straight, standing still like a god, with Qi surging in his body like a river bursting its banks.

This was just the strength that had been mobilized, and it had not yet fully exploded. But the surging momentum was already frightening.

Lin Bai doesn't know how to summon gods.

I just wanted to make fun of Zhao Guizhen.

After all, Zhao Guizhen killed young boys and girls and did all kinds of bad things.

There was no way Lin Bai would let this guy go.

Zhao Guizhen stood there in shock, dumbfounded.

He could never have imagined in his dreams that a mere junior could condense such a powerful Qi in the blink of an eye!

"Sword Technique to Slash the Immortals..."

Zhao Guizhen silently recited this strange name in his heart, his Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed his saliva.

In an instant, he vaguely realized that the situation was hopeless. This kind of terrifying cultivation was completely beyond his imagination.

Even if I try my best, I'm afraid I'm no match for him.

But, now that things have come to this, there is no turning back.

Zhao Guizhen's face was ashen, and he clenched his fists. He felt the sweat running down his forehead and soaking his collar.

He raised his arms tremblingly in a weak gesture of resistance, then closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the final judgment.