Cultivation: I have an equipment slot

Zhang Yan had met the leader of the Hehuan Demon Sect before.

In fact, not only have I seen them.

And they also had a history of conflict.

Looking at the alluring and seductive female cultivator in black gauze opposite him, Zhang Yan felt veins popping out on his forehead.

Because this female nun is not a woman at all!

Yes.

This guy is actually Zhou Wudao.

Although he didn't know how the other party had managed to make him appear like a female cultivator, Zhang Yan was absolutely certain that the other party was Zhou Wudao.

She's not a woman at all!
"Amitabha! I never expected the female bodhisattva of the Joyful Union Demon Sect to have such a good figure!" Guangcheng, who was next to Zhang Yan, couldn't help but chant a Buddhist prayer after seeing Zhou Wudao.

"how?

"Are you interested in this person?" Zhang Yan looked at Guang Cheng with a strange expression and asked him.

"Who wouldn't be interested in a woman like that?"

"What, you're interested too?" Guangcheng looked at Zhang Yan with some wariness.

“No, I’m not interested.” Zhang Yan quickly shook his head. His sexual orientation was normal, and he didn’t like men.

Although Zhou Wudao is very handsome...

Just as these two started talking, on the other side, Zhou Wudao's eyes turned red when he saw Zhang Yan.

Dog day.

He could never forget Zhang Yan.

His personality is inherently vengeful; after his last conflict with Zhang Yan, he was immediately crippled.

He didn't care about the reason.

They directly assigned this task to Zhang Yan.

Previously, he wanted to kill Zhang Yan directly, but failed for various reasons.

Now that they've encountered Zhang Yan, it's like they're enemies who are especially jealous.

in fact……

What Zhou Wudao didn't know was...

It really was Zhang Yan who turned him into a eunuch!
"Zhang Yan!" Zhou Wudao shouted sharply, his voice shrill, as if a wronged woman had encountered a scumbag.

"You die!" As the saying goes, enemies are especially hateful when they meet. Without needing any other words, Zhou Wudao immediately unleashed his magical weapon.

Zhou Wudao's magical artifact was very special; it was actually a human skin bellyband. As the bellyband fluttered in the wind, one baby after another crawled out of it.

For a while.

The sky darkened, and ghosts wandered about.

All the babies' eyes rolled back, and they let out painful screams.

"Truly worthy of being called the demonic path." Upon seeing the human skin bellyband and the infants, Guangcheng suddenly chanted a Buddhist mantra and said, "This human skin bellyband is made from the belly of a woman who is nine months pregnant, and only a piece of skin the size of a copper coin from each pregnant woman is used. To make one human skin bellyband, at least a hundred pregnant women must have been killed."

Those babies were the pregnant women's children, all of whom were killed and turned into vengeful spirits, making them an extremely heinous and harmful magical artifact.

Moreover, these babies died before they were born, and were then made into magical artifacts, leaving them unable to live or die, thus amplifying their resentment.

Extremely difficult to deal with.

"Difficult to deal with?" Upon hearing Guang Cheng's words, Zhang Yan took out a talisman. It was a third-tier talisman that could unleash the attack power of a Golden Core cultivator.

Upon seeing the talisman, Guangcheng's face immediately turned ugly, as if he had eaten a dead rat.

He just said this thing is difficult to deal with.

Then they saw Zhang Yan take out a third-tier talisman.

No, brother, it's a third-tier talisman! You can't just take it out so easily!

It made him lose face!
"Wait. Wait, let this humble monk handle it." Guangcheng sighed deeply and said to Zhang Yan, "These infant spirits are ultimately just pitiful children. They've already suffered enough. If you were to take action against them, they would truly never be able to be reborn."

Guangcheng approached Zhang Yan and spoke in a serious tone.

"Um?

"Alright." Zhang Yan glanced at Guang Cheng, surprised that this frivolous monk had such a kind heart. He could only say that he was worthy of being a Buddhist.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Faced with the approaching infant spirits, Guangcheng's expression was solemn, his face radiant with Buddhist light. He sat cross-legged in the sky, his entire being exuding a dignified and majestic aura, his hands clasped together, radiating endless Buddhist light.

As the six-syllable mantra is recited.

The Buddha's light shone brightly, managing to cast a sliver of light through the endless black clouds.

Under the illumination of these Buddha lights, the grotesque infant spirits actually showed a hint of relief on their faces.

It seems as if they want to convert to Buddhism.

"Humph."

On the other side, Zhou Wudao snorted coldly. As soon as his voice fell, all the infant spirits' faces turned terrifying again, and they rushed towards Guangcheng in a swarm.

Before long, Guangcheng's body was covered with infant spirits.

These infant spirits had terrifying faces, baring their teeth and claws as they relentlessly gnawed at Guangcheng's flesh and blood.

Strangely, Guangcheng's expression remained unchanged.

On the contrary, the infant spirits who had eaten Guangcheng's flesh and blood all showed expressions of relief on their faces.

"Cutting flesh to feed an eagle?"
To give up one's physical body to help these vengeful spirits?

"I never expected that Monk Guangcheng would have such a kind heart." Seeing this, Zhang Yan sighed, realizing that he had truly misunderstood Monk Guangcheng before.

Unexpectedly, the other party was indeed interested.

But she is so kind; she truly has a compassionate heart.

“Since Senior Brother Guangcheng wants to convert these infant spirits, then leave them to him. I’ll handle the rest.” Zhang Yan coldly looked at Zhou Wudao.

Regarding Zhou Wudao.

He doesn't like it at all.

Moreover, failing to kill him last time was also a mistake.

Now that he has the opportunity, Zhang Yan will not let the other party go.

"Whoosh~"

As Zhang Yan waved his sleeves, one after another, thirty-two flying swords immediately emerged, forming a sword formation that pierced towards Zhou Wudao.

"Hmph!" Seeing Zhang Yan's flying sword, Zhou Wudao snorted coldly, reached into his robes, and immediately pulled out a pink fan.

The fan flashed towards Zhang Yan's flying sword.

A pink fragrance wafted towards them, enveloping all the flying swords. Zhang Yan felt a sweet, cloying scent, and then the flying swords suddenly went out of control.

The fragrance of this fan could actually sever the connection between the magical artifact and the cultivator.

It is indeed extraordinary.

but……

So what?

While Zhang Yan was fighting Zhou Wudao.

The cultivators behind them also sprang up and charged into a single spot.

For a while.

In the sky, talismans, supernatural powers, magical treasures, and spiritual light flashed continuously.

However, on the surface, the people from Zhao were still somewhat inferior to the cultivators from the Hehuan Demon Sect.

I'm a bit outmatched.

This situation is actually quite normal.

After all, the sects on Zhang Yan's side are mostly Golden Core level sects, and the resources they obtain are still quite different from those of Nascent Soul level sects.

However, since Zhang Yan brought along mostly second-generation immortals, the gap wasn't ridiculously large, and overall they could continue to hold on.

But what's truly unsettling is that the first to give in was Guangcheng… (End of Chapter)