Longzang

Chapter 212 Reincarnation
In the darkness, the witch tried to use the same trick again, but Wei Yuan wouldn't give it the chance this time. With a quick release and a grab, he caught it once more.

The witch struggled desperately, bouncing powerfully, but this time Wei Yuan's hands were gripping the middle of it, and no matter how much it bounced, it couldn't break free.

Just as Wei Yuan was about to continue his attack, he suddenly felt a deep sense of malice in the middle of his body!

He disregarded the witch clan and immediately used one hand to protect his vitals. Sure enough, he suffered two more permanent withering attacks!
The curse capable of harming Wei Yuan's physical body ranks among the most powerful in the Wu Clan, and this one can activate it directly without blood sacrifice, making it virtually impossible to defend against. Furthermore, its witchcraft is unique, allowing it to move freely underground, while Wei Yuan needs to use his Daoist magic to turn the underground into sand before he can use Earth Escape. If Wei Yuan's Daoist power weren't as profound as the sea, any other cultivator who fought it underground for so long would likely have already exhausted their Daoist power and been defeated.

While Wei Yuan was protecting himself, the witch clan member escaped once again, and then Wei Yuan felt an even deeper malice in the middle of his body, slightly behind him.

This time, Wei Yuan held back. He first sealed his ears with his Dao power, then took out a golden two-pronged fork, gathered all his Dao power, and flicked it hard!
Man!!

A piercing sound carried far, and then, simultaneously, more than ten sound sources resonated in the darkness, their sounds vibrating against each other. These were the dozen or so ancient bells that Wei Yuan had secretly placed there, which had already been adjusted to resonate with tuning forks. The simultaneous resonance of more than a dozen bells caused Wei Yuan to feel waves of discomfort and nausea, even though he had covered his ears.

Even Wei Yuan was in the same predicament; the small-sized witch clan member simply couldn't withstand such a shock, curling up in agony and temporarily losing the ability to move. Then, a five-tiered Suppressing Tower descended, containing it, and was tossed into the Dao Foundation.

Just as it was sealed by the Demon-Suppressing Tower, a terrifying consciousness suddenly awakened within the witch clan member. In the far distance, a pair of eyes opened, their gaze traversing heaven and earth, landing here.

"How dare you!" A majestic voice rang in Wei Yuan's ears, carrying a terrifying aura that could subdue all living beings!
Wei Yuan had his ears covered, so he couldn't hear what he was saying.

Wei Yuan hurriedly removed the Dao power that had sealed his ears, but the terrifying will stopped speaking, as if it felt that saying another word to Wei Yuan would damage its Dao heart.

At this moment, the black mist underground dissipated, and Wei Yuan regained his senses. He immediately sensed two powerful auras rushing towards him, arriving in just a few breaths.

The reinforcements arrived too quickly, leaving Wei Yuan with too little time. Fortunately, before this trip, Wei Yuan had discussed in detail the possible scenarios with his master and senior sister, and then devised contingency plans for each. At this moment, Wei Yuan didn't need to think too much; he just needed to quickly present the contingency plans.

Two members of the witch clan arrived at the scene in an instant, one after the other.

The severely wounded beast had long since fled, and the scene was clean, except for some unevenness in the ground.

The two arriving witches were a female witch wielding a bow and a slender male witch whose lower body moved like a snake across the ground. His aura was profound, and the surrounding scenery within several feet rippled; he was clearly a high-ranking witch.

As soon as the two witches arrived, they saw more than a dozen corpses of ghost flies lying on the ground. Some of them had been cut in half, and one of them had its head and tail far apart.

The great shaman frowned slightly and said, "Today is clearly not the day for flies, so why are there so many ghost flies?"

Seeing the witch hesitant and afraid to step forward, the high priest frowned and shouted, "What are you afraid of? Even if a flying fly festival really occurs, I can still bring you back to the kingdom in time. Useless thing, stay away from me, you can just stay on the side and guard!"

The bow-wielding priestess bowed her head and said, "Yes, Lord Tanwu."

The great shaman suddenly stopped, looked at his feet, and frowned, saying, "This is Junior Sister's Six Senses Mist, but why can't I sense her?"

At that moment, a dead fly in the distance suddenly moved.

Although the movement was subtle, it could not escape the great shaman's perception. He immediately walked towards the ghostly fly.

A single ghost fly is actually very weak; even if hundreds of them attack together, the great witch wouldn't care. However, ghost flies always move in groups of hundreds of millions, with even the smallest swarms containing tens of millions of flies.

A severed corpse of a ghostly fly was blocking their path, but the Great Shaman, naturally unwilling to change course, swept it away with a flick of his tail. The instant the fly's remains were cleared, a mournful sword light appeared, silently piercing the Great Shaman's serpentine body!
The great shaman let out a deafening roar, but before he could even make a move, more than ten towers that suppressed evil spirits fell one after another from above, slamming heavily onto his serpentine body!
The Zhenfan Towers had negligible effect on the Great Shaman; even a dozen at once only slowed its movements slightly, causing its magical energy to circulate a fraction of a second slower. But by that narrow margin, the Great Shaman's foundation had already been shredded by the sword light!
In the clear blue sky, Zhang Sheng suddenly had a whim, looked up at the sky, and then continued reading.

Wei Yuan didn't even have time to collect his spoils before fleeing back to his own realm. The moment his figure disappeared, a nearly black blood-red cloud appeared where he had stood, blood streaks began to fall, and the space itself was sealed off.

As the rain fell, even a single drop of it would leave a large hole in the great shaman's serpentine body, offering no resistance whatsoever.

The rain stopped after a few breaths, and the blood-red clouds drifted back and forth in the sky, but could not find the target of the curse.

In the Azure Netherworld, Wei Yuan opened his eyes, his face a mixture of surprise and lingering fear. The small witch he had captured was clearly an important figure, possessing the divine sense of a certain Netherworld Witch. Moreover, there were powerful witches guarding nearby, and they arrived at the scene in less than ten breaths after the incident.

Then, as soon as Wei Yuan's whereabouts were exposed, the Netherworld Blood Curse followed, almost capturing him.

The guardian shaman was not comparable to the shaman Wei Yuan had seen with the witch that day; his cultivation was likely still in the early stages. Caught completely off guard, he was struck squarely by Zhang Sheng's Parting Sorrow Sword Qi and perished on the spot.

Now Wei Yuan has earned another four hundred days of merit, and the lion's share still went to Zhang Sheng.

Without bothering to examine the Heavenly Merit Numbers closely, Wei Yuan immediately entered his sea of ​​consciousness. That petite sorcerer was incredibly skilled; a five-tiered tower probably wouldn't last long.

When Wei Yuan entered his sea of ​​consciousness, he was surprised to find that the vast land was unusually quiet, and the five-story pagoda stood not far from Jade Mountain without making a sound.

Before Wei Yuan could even use his divine sense to investigate, he suddenly saw the witch clan member emerge from the tower. The Fivefold Suppressing Mortal Tower seemed to have no physical form, allowing her to pass through it without any resistance.

She was petite yet voluptuous, about the height of a girl just over ten years old. A strip of scales covered her spine, from which several ribbons extended. If it weren't for these ribbons of unknown material and purpose, she would have looked no different from a human.

At this moment, all four eyes on her face were completely empty, and she couldn't see Wei Yuan's presence at all. She walked straight towards Jade Mountain and went inside.

The bottom of the small pool inside Jade Mountain was already filled with deep, dark water.

The priestess entered Jade Mountain and walked directly into the Black Water, disappearing from there. Ripples spread across the Black Water, and then a semi-transparent figure surfaced, standing motionless after leaving Jade Mountain.

The new one is a girl. Most of the original characteristics of the witch clan have been lost. There is a silver line on her back. At the same time, her original four eyes have become two main eyes, and the other two have degenerated into two small black dots near her eyebrows.

Having witnessed the entire change, Wei Yuan suddenly felt a chill in his heart for some reason.

Deep within the Witch Realm, in a grand hall entirely made of red jade, hundreds of witches of various forms stood as if asleep. At the far end of the hall was an altar, upon which sat nine great witches, with a small pool of blood in the center. Beneath each great witch were several blood grooves, from which blood flowed and collected in the central pool.

At the end of each blood pool was a sculpture of a strange beast, each of the nine beasts being different. The great shaman's blood dripped into the blood pool through their mouths, drop by drop.

A small yet plump body floated in the pool of blood, its aura deep and murky, bobbing up and down. Just then, a string of bubbles suddenly rose from the bottom of the pool, and the previously calm blood churned violently. The body in the pool showed signs of pain, curled up, and convulsed continuously.

Her aura surged rapidly, surpassing its limit in the blink of an eye, before plummeting from its peak! She let out a scream, and then fell silent.

One of the nine high shamans sitting around suddenly swayed and fell down silently.

The other high priests simultaneously opened their eyes. After a moment of deathly silence, a shrill scream rang out: "The ritual failed! The little princess... is dead!!"

(End of this chapter)