Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

"Oh?"

Xinqi was a little surprised.

The Thousand-Eyed Ghost King wasn't surprised by Xinyi's death, or rather, the loss of one of the Ten Absolute Yin Lands was completely within his control. According to the Ghost King, it seemed he had a hidden trick up his sleeve, a trick comparable to the Ten Absolute Yin Lands forged from the lives of hundreds of thousands of unjustly deceased people.

"This old ghost...is not honest either." Xinqi's soul rippled slowly, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he thought secretly.

The Thousand-Eyed Ghost King narrowed his eyes and smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, you will see his. That is the most perfect host body. Even compared to this king, his ghost body is not inferior."

Xinqi Shenhun raised an eyebrow.

A ghost body comparable to the Thousand-Eyed Ghost King?

At least it was a natural disaster.

It also has to be a yin body that is born to cultivate ghost energy.

"I am looking forward."

Xinqi paused slightly, then nodded slightly, with a smile in his eyes, and then ripples appeared in his soul. The Ten Absolute Yin Lands brought from that place were completely released from his soul. Evil spirits came out together, roaring and raging between heaven and earth. When they encountered the ghost realm, they were like fish entering the sea, greedily enjoying the nourishment of the ghost realm.

"As expected of the Heart-Abandoned Elder."

The Thousand-Eyed Ghost King sucked in the rich and pure evil ghost energy, and the muscles of his entire ghost body swelled. His already strong and tall figure grew several times taller. Just standing there, he was like a wall, full of oppression.

"Tsk tsk~ It smells so good."

"Ghost King, you should first refine this Ten Absolute Yin Land into the ghost realm, and leave the task of dragging these insects to this elder. The three of them... will be here soon." Xinqi took a deep breath, a magical halo flashing in his eyes, and an invisible mental technique shot directly at the Doom Boy and the others.

"OK!"

"Stand back!"

The soul of the Doomed Boy was tense, and his perception of the mortal world was stimulated to the extreme. The ghostly Heart Sutra was like invisible threads, pulling at the souls of everyone. Once connected, the evil spirits that the military strategists had just raised would be abandoned.

The evil spirit dissipated.

The military strategists wanted to gather a large array of evil spirits.

almost impossible.

"Misfortune." The Doom Boy waved his eight arms, rolling up a torrent of misfortune. The sound of gurgling water rang in his ears, and his mind collided with misfortune. The two magical powers that transcended the soul were strangely tearing and entangled.

Xinqi was secretly frightened.

The Heart Sutra practiced by the five great elders of the Heart Sect.

They are all beyond the body and soul.

A magical power that directly touches the soul.

The general origin cannot withstand the Heart Sutra.

But the source of this misfortune... is indeed a bit tricky.

"The Seventh Heavenly Gang of the Suppressing Evils… I'm afraid I can't take him down alone." Xinqi activated the Heart of Relinquishment, slowly… connecting with the Heart Thread of the Heart Sutra and entangling the source of misfortune. "Never mind. This elder cultivates renunciation. When necessary… one should abandon the desire to win."

In short.

Even though he can’t win...he still keeps talking tough.

"Doomed Child, you are too obsessed. You should abandon all distractions as soon as possible, abandon the misfortune that has brought misfortune to the world, abandon everything... only then can you return to your original heart."

"Give up?" The Doomed Child taunted him coldly, "You claim to give up everything, don't you? Why don't you give up the Heart Sutra first and set an example for us."

The heart is abandoned and the anger is knotted.

"Alas, I wanted to convert you, but you are too obsessed. Well, when the Ghost King rebuilds Fengdu, you will understand the good intentions of this elder." Xinqi shook his head with a disappointed expression.

Rumble!

suddenly.

Above the ghost realm, a huge pillar surrounded by black and silver thunder seemed to tear apart the space, destroy the surrounding ghost energy, and burn all the evil spirits. It fell from the sky, carrying the power of judgment, bringing up a whistling wind, and smashed on the abandoned soul with a stick!

puff!

His heart abandoned his soul and exploded on the spot.

Everyone's faces changed drastically and they all looked up.

"Xinjiao... I'm almost sick of hearing all of you. You'd better shut your stinky mouth, maybe I can give you some pleasure." Chen Yuan's voice resounded through the sky, and then a man in a green Taoist robe stomped down suddenly. In an instant, ghost energy rose and the evil ghosts screamed.

The black silver lightning pillars slowly dispersed.

Sticky thunder fluid.

Wrapped in the black flames of judgment.

Like an eternal flame...burning the ghost realm.

"Cough cough." The scattered soul of Xinqi gathered again. The sticky thunder liquid wandering on the surface of the soul was still like a maggot attached to the bones, which could not be dispersed. He could only reluctantly use the abandonment of the heart to try to abandon the judgment thunder liquid. His eyes were gloomy to the extreme.

boom!

Chen Yuan waved his right hand.

The Vajra Pestle is wrapped in the thunder of judgment.

The hammer hit Xinqi's abdomen again, where his soul was fluctuating. The terrifying thunder liquid raged, and the soul that had just condensed into shape exploded and splashed again. The halo was like flying sparks from blacksmithing, scattering over the ghost realm.

"Hmm?" Chen Yuan's clear eyes narrowed as he said in a cold voice, "You actually dare to reunite your spirit. Are you really not afraid of the Taoist's fist?"

Say it.

Chen Yuan's arms flashed with thunder of judgment.

The lightning was raging, and his fists smashed through every bit of Chen Yuan's soul halo as he twisted and turned. The light points of his abandoned soul were so weak that they could not even be gathered together again. Only a few dim halos were left, trembling constantly.

"Well, now my ears are quiet."

Chen Yuan clapped his hands and said with satisfaction.

"So strong!" Behind the Doomed Child, the soldiers swallowed hard, their throats twitching in shock. "That strange heart-breaker... is as fragile as a child in his hands, controlled in his grasp. Could it be... that he's a semi-immortal cultivator?!"

But the Doom Boy saw through it.

The Taoist priest in front of me.

The two different colors of thunder liquid in his body are the entangled origins of good and evil. These two incompatible origins not only blend with each other, but also give birth to a mysterious power that is extremely targeted at the soul.

This,

This is the reason why Xinqi is completely unable to fight back.

Dual origins...or the origins of good and evil.

He is dressed as a Taoist priest again.

There is no doubt...he is the Taoist Wuwei.

The powerful one who had repeatedly assisted the Suppression Bureau in dealing with evil cultivators, evil spirits, and natural disasters. Furthermore, he was the one who knew the location of the ghost realm. He had too many secrets hidden in him, even the Doom Boy could not see clearly.

Fortunately.

The other party stands on the side of Zhenshousi.

At least for now...that's the case.

"Thank you." The Doom Boy suppressed the disease in his body, and withdrew the torrent of doom with his eight arms. He bowed slightly and said, "Thanks for your timely arrival, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to hold on for much longer."

"Hmm?" Chen Yuan turned around and raised his eyebrows. "Are you infected with a disease? A disease? Or something else?"

"It's a sick ghost," Doom Boy added, "but it's not a simple sick ghost. Although it doesn't carry the original disease focus, ordinary disease focuses are just as dangerous. I can only rely on the source of doom to suppress it, but I can't cure the poison of the disease focus."

"In other words... my strength is limited, so I must resolve the ghost disaster as soon as possible, before the other elders of the Heart Sect arrive... and resolve the ghost domain."

"The lesion?" Chen Yuan stretched out his hand and brushed across his chest. A thieving hand quietly emerged and grabbed the internal organs of the Unfortunate Boy imperceptibly. It instantly stole the compressed ball of lesion flesh, and then left the internal organs of the Unfortunate Boy. Under the ravages of Chen Yuan's thunder of judgment, it completely disappeared.

Thief's hand.

One less.

Only one thief's hand remained.