Starting with the Earth God, the path to immortality is deduced!

He sat down cross-legged.

He formed a strange hand seal.

Close your eyes.

All distracting thoughts were discarded at this moment.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness.

That mysterious book, "Tales of Gods and Monsters," moved on its own without any wind.

The rustling sound of pages turning echoed in my mind.

A massive surge of yin energy emanated from the book.

It instantly enveloped his entire body.

"Night Tour—"

"Swift as a rocket!"

hum!

Suddenly, a wisp of green smoke rose from the top of Zhou Yuan's head.

Followed by.

A semi-transparent figure burst out from his body.

That's his spirit!

Compared to the physical body.

The Yin spirit appeared even lighter and more ethereal.

The blue lamp in his hand emitted a faint blue light.

It dispels the surrounding darkness.

Zhou Yuan glanced at the fleshy body on the ground.

He glanced again at the crowd surrounding him.

Without any hesitation.

"Walk!"

Swish!

His spirit transformed into a streak of blue light.

It shot straight into the sky.

fast.

It even left a long afterimage in the air.

wind.

It whistled in his ears.

The scenery below is rushing past.

Zhou Yuan felt as if he were flying on the wind.

This is the true power of the Night Realm!

They were freed from the constraints of the physical body.

His speed increased more than tenfold!

"Ling'er".

Hang in there!

Zhou Yuan stared intently at the earth temple in the distance, which was shrouded in bloody light.

The murderous intent in his eyes was almost tangible.

"The Ghost Scholar".

"I've come to take your life!"

at this time.

The Earth God Temple in the western suburbs.

The battle has reached its most critical moment.

"roar……"

Rolling let out a weak growl.

Its massive body was covered in wounds.

The chains of the "Black Impermanence" were tightly wrapped around its neck.

It was so tight it could barely breathe.

And the "White Impermanence" was holding a mourning stick.

It kept hitting its back.

Each time it was smashed.

Rolling's body will be a fraction shorter.

"Stop hitting me..."

"Stop hitting him!"

Ma Ling'er cried out.

The demon-subduing staff in her hand had been broken.

His clothes were also tattered and torn.

Bright red blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

She wanted to rush over and help.

But her magical power was exhausted.

He can't even stand up straight.

"What a touching display of master-servant affection."

On the altar.

The ghost scholar stood up.

He glanced at the moon in the sky.

That was the moon obscured by dark clouds.

It is exactly three quarters past midnight.

The time when Yin energy is at its strongest.

"The time has come."

"It's time to end this."

The ghost scholar raised his hand.

A black will-o'-the-wisp was flickering in his palm.

That was his natal ghost fire.

As long as this strike lands.

Whether it's that panda or that little girl.

They will all turn to ashes in an instant!

"Go to hell."

The ghost scholar waved his hand indifferently.

That black will-o'-the-wisp carried an aura of destruction.

It roared towards Ma Ling'er!

"It's over..."

Ma Ling'er closed her eyes in despair.

She could feel the scorching heat rushing towards her.

The smell of death.

It is so clear.

"Bye now……"

"grandfather……"

"Second Uncle..."

"besides……"

Just as that ball of will-o'-the-wisp was about to engulf Ma Ling'er.

A beam of blue light.

It suddenly fell from the sky!

Like a shooting star streaking across the night.

With an unparalleled aura.

It crashed hard into that ball of will-o'-the-wisps!

boom--!

A loud bang.

That terrifying ball of will-o'-the-wisp was actually shattered by this beam of blue light!

Sparks flew everywhere.

Like dazzling fireworks.

Ma Ling'er suddenly opened her eyes.

All I could see was in front of her.

A familiar figure was suspended in the air.

Although the body is semi-transparent.

Although it looks somewhat unreal.

But the green lamp in his hand.

Yet it shines brighter than any light in the world.

The figure turned around.

He gave a bright smile to the already stunned Ma Ling'er.

"Feel sorry."

"There's a traffic jam on the road."

"We're late."

Zhou Yuan held the Azure Lamp in his hand.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind.

It was as if a god had descended from the heavens.

He turned around.

The peach wood sword in his hand was an illusion.

But the blue light flowing on it was even sharper than the substance itself.

He raised his sword.

It points directly to the ghostly figure on the altar.

The voice was icy cold.

"You just said..."

"Who are you going to kill?"

That clear voice echoed in the eerie and terrifying earth god temple.

Like a thunderclap, it exploded in everyone's ears.

Ma Ling'er stared blankly at the figure suspended in mid-air.

Although the figure appeared somewhat ethereal, it seemed incredibly tall under the illumination of the Azure Lamp.

Zhou Yuan.

He really came.

In this final, desperate moment.

He was just like the one described in the book, riding on auspicious clouds of seven colors...

wrong.

They were treading on blue will-o'-the-wisps.

But he did come.

"Zhou...Zhou Yuan..."

Ma Ling'er's eyes instantly reddened.

The grievances of surviving a disaster burst forth like a flood at that moment.

"Why are you so late?!"

"I'm about to be burned to death!"

"GunGun is about to be beaten to a pulp!"

Ma Ling'er shouted in a tearful voice.

Zhou Yuan's Yin spirit slightly turned its head.

The face that was previously somewhat blurry now clearly showed an apologetic smile.

"Feel sorry."

"The traffic is really bad."

He was telling the truth.

Although it was said in a joking tone, only Zhou Yuan himself knew how dangerous the journey had been.

Just half an incense stick's time ago.

The moment his spirit left his body and rushed out of Fengzhou City.

He realized something was wrong.

The energy flow throughout the entire Fengzhou region was surging wildly.

Whether it's the Yin energy from underground.

It's still the thin spiritual energy from heaven.

They all converged like a giant funnel, frantically heading towards the Earth God Temple in the western suburbs.

That feeling.

It's as if a greedy beast is opening its mouth wide, devouring everything in the world.

Zhou Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

he knows.

The ritual by which the demon lord steals the divine throne has reached its final stage.

that moment.

He almost pushed the Yin energy in "Strange Tales of Gods and Monsters" to its extreme.

He used the Night Travel Technique with the agility of a ghost.

But halfway there...

He still ran into trouble.

That was the last line of defense set up by the Ghost Scholar.

While passing through a mass grave.

A dozen or so strange birds covered in black feathers suddenly rushed out of the darkness.

That is the "Man-Faced Owl".

A malevolent spirit that specifically devours souls.

They have human faces and bird bodies.

The cries it makes are like those of a baby crying, and are most likely to disturb one's mind.

If it were an ordinary night-roaming cultivator...

I'm afraid that in a single encounter, my soul would be torn to shreds by these dozen or so human-faced owls.

The Ghost Scholar went to great lengths to block the reinforcements.

Those human-faced owls were clearly the result of a ritual.

They were all incredibly fierce and fearless.

They wove a vast net of death along his inevitable route.

They attempted to intercept Zhou Yuan's Yin spirit.

That was a true race against time, a race against life and death.

Zhou Yuan had no way out.

There was no time to take a detour.

He had no choice but to force his way in.

that moment.

The blue lamp in his hand burst forth with an unprecedented light.

The blue lamplight transformed into a fire dragon.

That is the Netherworld Fire, specifically designed to suppress evil spirits.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

Zhou Yuan roared in the air.

He used a blue ghost lamp to clear the way.

He then unleashed the "Spirit Communication" technique, which he had only recently mastered.

That was a method of communicating with the yin and yang, and confusing ghosts and gods.

Under his guidance.

The dozen or so human-faced owls seemed to have spotted some terrifying natural enemy.

There was a brief moment of blankness.

It was just that brief moment.

Zhou Yuan seized the opportunity.

The Yin spirit, like a sharp sword, forcefully carved a bloody path through the dense encirclement.

But he did pay a price.

In order to maintain that extreme speed and explosiveness.

The yin energy he sacrificed was consumed like flowing water.

Even his Yin spirit felt a tearing pain during that violent collision.

That kind of pain.

It goes straight to the depths of the soul.

It is even more unbearable than physical pain.

But he didn't stop.

Not even a breath left.

Because he knew.

There's a silly girl who's still waiting for him to save her life.

"call……"

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath.

I forcibly suppressed the weariness emanating from the depths of my soul.

His gaze sharpened again.

Those were eyes forged in blood and fire.

"Next."

"Leave it to me."

Zhou Yuan spoke softly to Ma Ling'er.

Then.

He slowly turned around.

The peach wood sword in his hand was pointed at the red figure on the altar.

At this moment, the ghost scholar...

The situation was extremely bizarre.

He sat cross-legged on the nine-story-high altar of white bones.

The original bright red official robe had now turned dark red.

It looks like it's stained with blood.

And behind him.

That dilapidated earth god statue is constantly crumbling.

It transformed into streaks of black and yellow light.

It was continuously injected into his body.

With the injection of these optical streams.

The ghost's body is also undergoing terrifying changes.

A rock-like texture appeared on the surface of his skin.

On his forehead, a pair of jet-black demon horns slowly grew.

What's most terrifying is his aura.

It was no longer just a simple eerie and ghostly atmosphere.

Rather, it was a terrifying aura that blended holiness and evil, majesty and tyranny.

That is divine power.

Although it is a fallen god.

But it still carries a sense of oppression that makes people want to kneel down in worship.

One of his feet.

They have already stepped into the realm that originally belonged to the Earth God.

He is fusing with divine positions!

"Hehehe..."

Ghost Scholar looked at Zhou Yuan, who was suspended in the air.

A hint of surprise flashed in those green eyes.

But more.

It is annoyance at being interrupted.

"I didn't expect that."

"You actually made it this far alive."

"So, you killed those human-faced owls?"

The ghost scholar's voice became somewhat hoarse.

It looked like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other.

Each word was uttered.

The surrounding temperature will drop a few degrees.

"Just a few hairy beasts."

Zhou Yuan responded coldly.

He could sense it.

The aura emanating from the other party was growing stronger every moment.

We can't delay any longer!

We must interrupt him before he fully integrates into the divine position!

"Such arrogance."

The ghost scholar sneered.

He slowly stood up.

With his movements.

The entire altar was trembling.

The crimson light shield that enveloped the Earth God Temple also began to tremble.

"Since you're here..."

"Then let's send you two star-crossed lovers on your way together!"

The ghost scholar suddenly flicked his sleeve.

boom!

The two paper guardians who were originally besieging the rolling ball.

Suddenly, it was as if I had received some kind of order.

They all changed direction.

"Hehehe..."

"elder brother……"

"Come play with me..."

"White Impermanence" let out a sharp laugh.

With a whistling sound, the mourning stick in his hand slammed down hard towards Zhou Yuan in the air.

at the same time.

The chains in the hands of "Black Impermanence" are like a venomous snake.

This sealed off all of Zhou Yuan's escape routes.

These are two paper guardian deities.

Although it suffered considerable damage in the previous battle.

But with the blessing of the grand formation.

It still possesses terrifying strength that rivals that of the Day Wanderer!

"Be careful!"

Ma Ling'er exclaimed in surprise.

But Zhou Yuan's face showed no sign of panic.

"Two torn pieces of paper."

"How dare they defy the laws of nature?"

Zhou Yuan snorted coldly.

His spirit did not retreat but advanced.

The blue lamp in his hand suddenly shone brightly.

"Ghost Fire!"

"burn!"

call--!

The blue flames surged instantly.

It transformed into a blue sea of ​​fire.

They directly confronted the two paper-mache guardians who rushed towards them.

This blue ghost lamp.

It was created by Zhou Yuan according to the methods described in "Strange Tales of Gods and Monsters".

It is specifically designed to subdue all evil and malevolent things.

Those two paper guardians were fierce.

After all, it was formed from the condensation of Yin energy.

At this moment, they encountered this ghostly fire.

It's like encountering a natural enemy.

"ah--!"

"hot!"

"It's so hot!"

The two paper guardians let out a piercing scream.

Their paper bodies are so strong and indestructible.

Under the scorching heat of the blue flames, it began to turn black and curl up rapidly.

Those wounds that could normally heal no matter how much they were hit.

At that moment, plumes of black smoke began to rise.

It's impossible to heal!

"What?!"

The ghost priest on the altar changed his expression.

He clearly hadn't expected this.

This kid seems to only be able to roam the night realm.

That broken lamp in my hand actually has such power!

"This flame..."

"This is no ordinary fire!"

A glint of greed flashed in the eyes of the Ghost Scholar.

"My darling!"

"If I could seize it, I would offer it as a sacrifice to this god..."

"It will surely make my divine body even more perfect!"

Thinking about this...

The ghost scholar stopped observing.

He decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Get down here!"

The ghost priest stretched out a pale palm.

He made a grabbing motion towards Zhou Yuan in the air.

Rumble!

The earth suddenly began to shake.

All that could be seen was the ground around the Earth God Temple.

Countless wisps of earthy yellow energy shot into the sky.

It transformed into a giant hand several feet in diameter.

It carried an immense, terrifying pressure, as heavy as a mountain.

It slashed down at Zhou Yuan's head!

This is the authority of the Earth God!

Mobilize the power of the earth's veins!

Although the Ghost Scholar has not yet fully become a god.

However, he was already able to utilize a portion of the geomantic power of Fengzhou City.

The power of this strike.

A Yin God powerhouse far surpassing ordinary ones!

Zhou Yuan felt his body sink.

It felt as if a mountain was pressing down on my shoulders.

Even the movement of the Yin spirit became sluggish.

That is the constraint from the earth.

It's suppression at the rule level!

"not good!"

Zhou Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

He hadn't expected that this imposter land god's power would be so domineering.

If this big hand grabs me firmly...

His spirit will definitely be crushed!

"Trying to arrest me?"

"dream!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhou Yuan's eyes.

He bit the tip of his tongue.

Although the Yin spirit has no blood.

But he spat out a mouthful of pure soul power.

"The Supreme Star, ever adaptable."

"To exorcise evil spirits and protect one's life."

"Wisdom is clear and bright, and the mind is at peace."

"May your three souls be eternal, and your spirit never perish!"

"A spell to soothe the soul!"

"break!"