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Xuan Qing Zhenren's expression was solemn. He said slowly, "This is the work of an evil spirit. Everyone, be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, the yin energy around the cave suddenly became extremely heavy.

It was as if an invisible big hand was grasping their hearts tightly.

Sure enough, a burst of cold laughter came from all directions.

The sound was sharp and piercing, as if needles were piercing their ears.

Lin Feihong, Chen Yile and Master Xuanqing all immediately became alert, staring intently at their surroundings, but they could see nothing.

"Did you hear that?" Lin Feihong asked in a low voice, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"I heard it," Chen Yile nodded, looking nervous.

"It's the ghost girl's laughter, but we can't see her at all."

Master Xuanqing closed his eyes, as if sensing something.

He suddenly opened his eyes and said urgently, "She's playing tricks on us, trying to mess with our minds! Don't let her laughter affect us!"

However, just as he finished speaking, a strong gust of cold wind suddenly blew over.

At the same time, the three of them felt a huge force coming from all directions, knocking them to the ground.

Lin Feihong felt a tightness in his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his vision became blurred.

Chen Yile's situation was not good either. He tried his best to keep his body steady, but the talisman in his hand was soaked and he couldn't use it at all.

The ghost girl's laughter became increasingly shrill, as if mocking their powerless struggles.

Lin Feihong tried to stand up, but found that his limbs were no longer under his control and every part of his body was in severe pain.

Master Xuanqing's face was pale, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He stood up shakily, leaning on a crutch in his hand, muttering something, trying to use his magic power to resist the attack of the female ghost.

However, the cold wind grew stronger and stronger, and the three were completely unable to resist it.

It seemed that Master Xuanqing was about to collapse.

Chen Yile gritted his teeth, and with all his strength, he once again pinched the hand seals, chanting loudly: "Thunder strikes, the evil spirits retreat!"

As the spell was chanted, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared, breaking through the darkness of the tomb.

The thunder rumbled, shaking the surrounding walls violently.

Chen Yile turned to Lin Feihong and shouted, "Hurry up! I'll cover your retreat!"

Lin Feihong knew the situation was critical and didn't dare to say anything. He helped Master Xuanqing up and turned around and ran away.

But just after he ran a few steps, a sudden gust of cold wind blew over and knocked him and Master Xuanqing back fiercely.

Lin Feihong fell heavily to the ground and almost fainted from the pain.

Seeing this, Chen Yile hurriedly took out the jade pendant he had used before from his arms. The runes engraved on the jade pendant emitted a dazzling light at this moment.

Chen Yile threw the jade pendant with force. The jade pendant spun in the air, emitting a golden light, temporarily forcing back the female ghost.

He seized the opportunity, pulled up Lin Feihong and Xuan Qing Zhenren, and quickly crawled into a small hole nearby.

The cave was narrow and the three of them were huddled together, breathing rapidly.

Zhenren Xuanqing began to cough violently, followed by a mouthful of blood spurting out.

His face turned extremely ugly and he looked weak and powerless.

"Master, are you okay?" Lin Feihong asked anxiously.

Xuan Qing Zhenren shook his head, smiled weakly, and said, "The corpse qi has entered my body. I... am beyond help."

"No!" Lin Feihong's eyes turned red with anxiety.

"There must be a way!"

Xuan Qing Zhenren shook his head gently, his expression calm: "I had anticipated this outcome, so there's no need to worry too much."

Lin Feihong angrily cursed, "That bastard Wuchen! He even turned into a ghost and wanted to kill two Taoist priests!"

However, Master Xuanqing smiled slightly and waved his hand, signaling him to be quiet.

He turned to look at Chen Yile, his eyes filled with admiration and expectation: "Chen Yile, I know you are young, but you have practiced the Thunder Art very well."

"Through what happened today, I have witnessed your determination and courage. Therefore, I have decided to pass on my life's skills to you."

Chen Yile opened his eyes wide in shock: "Master, you..."

Xuan Qing Zhenren interrupted him: "A gift from an elder cannot be refused. I can hardly hold on any longer. If you don't accept it, my power will be wasted."

Chen Yile had mixed feelings in his heart. He knew that this was not only passing on the skills to him, but also passing on the responsibility of Taoism to him.

Finally, he took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "Junior understands."

Taoist Xuanqing smiled slightly, sat down cross-legged, and slowly raised his hands with his palms facing up.

Chen Yile sat opposite him and, following his instructions, also sat cross-legged, with his hands facing Xuanqing Zhenren's palms.

In an instant, a powerful force surged out from Master Xuanqing's body and passed into Chen Yile's body through his hands.

Chen Yile only felt his whole body tremble, and a burst of hot energy quickly spread out from his dantian.

He gritted his teeth, trying hard not to be overwhelmed by this force.

Master Xuanqing's face became paler and paler, and his breath became extremely weak.

He looked at Chen Yile deeply, as if he wanted to remember him firmly in his heart.

Then, his eyes slowly closed, and his last breath dissipated as his power was transferred.

The cave fell into silence.

Tears welled up in Chen Yile's eyes, but he held back his tears.

He slowly stood up and gently placed the body of Master Xuanqing aside.

Then he turned to Lin Feihong and said, "We must keep moving forward. We can't let the real person's sacrifice go to waste."

Lin Feihong nodded, his eyes also filled with grief.

Chen Yile felt the spiritual power surging in his body, and his vision seemed to have subtly changed.

An unprecedented clarity filled his eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized!

His psychic eyes actually broke through to the third level in just a moment!

"This...how is it possible?" Chen Yile muttered to himself in surprise.

He remembered clearly that the upgrade of the psychic eye originally required a large amount of system points to achieve.

Moreover, it takes a lot of time to improve each level.

However, now, after Master Xuanqing taught him the skills, he actually reached the third level directly. This is by no means false.

In the early stages, the psychic eye only has the simple ability to immobilize ghosts, and it is only limited to ordinary wandering ghosts. It has no effect on evil ghosts or vengeful spirits.

He had encountered evil spirits several times before, and had tried to use his psychic eyes to immobilize them in the hope of getting away with it.

But it didn't work every time, so I had to retreat.

But now, he felt the power in his eyes and a sense of confidence rose in his heart.

He knew that he was no longer the little Taoist priest who could only face ordinary ghosts.

At this time, Lin Feihong, who was standing beside him, saw that he looked strange and asked with concern: "Yile, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Yile came back to his senses, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly: "It's okay, I just realized something and I feel my strength has increased."

Although Lin Feihong had some doubts in his heart, this was not the time to ask in detail.