The fortune telling was so accurate that I accidentally accumulated a huge amount of merit!

Chapter 269 The power of purification

Yunran looked around. Perhaps because too much time had passed, some of the clues about the old Taoist priest suppressing the master of the illusion had disappeared.

With a slight sigh, Yun Ran put down her backpack and then bowed with the utmost respect before the grave of the unknown old Taoist priest.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was somewhat heavy, Ginseng Fruit didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

“Senior, I am Qingfeng Guanyunran, and I have dared to offend you.”

As soon as Yunran finished speaking, the little paper figures flew out, rubbed their hands together, and began digging in the soil.

Soon, Yunran saw the old Taoist's skeleton, and with just one glance, she knew that her previous guess was correct.

This unknown old Taoist priest was indeed using his own fortune and merits to suppress the master of that illusion.

Seeing that the old Taoist's bones were completely stained black by the evil aura, Yun Ran felt a surge of bitterness in her heart.

This wasn't the first time she'd witnessed such a scene. In the past, people from Qingfeng Temple had died on the way to exorcise evil spirits, inevitably stirring up sadness in her heart.

Yunran put away the old Taoist's bones, intending to deal with his funeral arrangements after the matter of the illusion was settled.

The little paper figures continued their work without stopping. Beneath the old Taoist's tomb lay an array that could suppress illusions with merit and fortune.

This cemetery is less the final resting place of the old Taoist priest and more a place where he offered sacrifices for himself.

After the little paper figure cleaned up the last piece of wasteland...

Yunran laid down the old Taoist's remains and took out a Nine Yang Grass she had obtained in the Sakura Kingdom from her bag.

Although the ginseng fruit didn't know what Yunran wanted to do, it instinctively felt something was wrong when it saw Yunran's action.

His tone was tinged with panic: "Host, what do you want to do?!"

Until he saw Yun Ran walk to the center of the sacrificial array and sit down cross-legged, Ginseng Fruit felt like his system was about to malfunction.

[Host, don't act rashly. That old Taoist priest was about to die, so he sacrificed his luck and merits. You are still a living person...]

"Shut up, don't bother me!"

Yunran spoke calmly, as if she wasn't going to the center of the sacrificial array, but just going for a walk.

The more Yunran acted this way, the more panicked the ginseng fruit became. But it knew it couldn't stop her, so it didn't dare to say anything more, for fear of disturbing Yunran.

If a practitioner of the Xuanmen sect is disturbed while performing a ritual, they are very likely to suffer a qi deviation.

Yunran also placed the Nine Yang Grass at the center of the formation. She was destined to be abandoned by heaven and did not have enough luck, but with the Nine Yang Grass, this problem no longer existed.

The already ineffective formation suddenly lit up with a light when the Nine Yang Grass landed at its center.

As dusk approached, some of the stars began to appear.

Yun Ran formed hand seals, drew out the golden light of merit from her body, and then injected it into the center of the formation.

The array, which was originally only slightly bright, suddenly burst out with intense light, and then the light seemed to correspond to certain stars in the sky.

The mobile squad that was lying in wait on the outskirts of the illusion also sensed this aura that was extremely strong and yang, as well as the golden light of merit that they found somewhat dazzling.

"This...what is this..."

Although their tone was filled with doubt, they already had a vague idea of ​​the answer in their hearts.

Some people couldn't help but swallow hard, clearly frightened by the scene.

"Boss, could this be something Miss Yunran did? How could she have such powerful abilities!" "With this power, all evil spirits within a radius of hundreds of miles will be purified."

"Why didn't anyone tell me that Miss Yun was so amazing? I even gave her the cold shoulder before, I'm doomed, I'm doomed..."

Yun Ran possessed a considerable amount of golden merit light, which was extremely pure and slightly stronger than that of the unknown old Taoist.

With the added blessing of the Nine Yang Grass, the light that rose into the air suddenly exploded under the influence of the power of the stars.

Wherever it went, evil spirits and malevolent forces retreated, and even the weeds that had become putrid from being tainted by evil energy were all transformed.

Qingmu Daoist and Zhongli Yuanjing, who were fighting desperately in the illusion, had many more wounds on their bodies.

The two were panting heavily, looking somewhat disheveled, but their eyes were filled with determination.

"Look, what is that!"

The 'heavenly fire' and demons that had appeared before them suddenly began to retreat for some reason, and that wasn't the end of it.

In this dim place, where day and night were indistinguishable, and where there was only endless disaster and darkness, a golden light suddenly appeared.

The Taoist Aoki had good eyesight; after a few seconds of observation, a look of delight immediately appeared on his face.

"It's the power of purification! It seems Yunran has found a way."

Even though he didn't see what was happening outside, he was certain that the purifying power mixed with the golden light of merit was definitely created by Yun Ran.

Soon, the other people trapped in the illusion also saw this golden light.

The invisible illusionary power that shrouded them was destroyed at an extremely fast speed, quickly revealing the true appearance of the northwestern grasslands.

Abbot Jiechen guessed that this was Yunran's doing, and quickly took out one of his magical artifacts.

He shouted at Mo Zhi, who was trying to avoid the purifying power, "Quick, come inside!"

Although Mo Zhi is a Ghost General and has been marked by Yun Ran and even subjected to restrictions, the source of her power is Yin energy.

Even if such purifying power wasn't directed at her, it would still cause her considerable suffering.

Mo Zhi glanced at the ritual implement in the hands of Abbot Jie Chen; this was a ritual implement specifically for subduing evil spirits.

Normally, she would never believe it and would never wrong herself.

But now, looking at that golden light that made her feel uncomfortable all over, she had no choice but to slip into the magical artifact.

With a 'crack!', the magical artifact split open.

Abbot Jiechen: ...

Standing next to him, Leng Hu almost burst out laughing. This was probably the first time the monk had ever been so embarrassed; his livelihood had been ruined just like that.

Fortunately, Mo Zhi wasn't an enemy. If they had actually encountered an enemy of that level, and their magical artifact had shattered, they would definitely be doomed.

The other bigwigs in the Northwest Branch were also barely clinging to life.

If it weren't for that golden light breaking the illusion, they would have truly perished here.

The second wave of people who came in with Zhongli Yuanjing were also in a bad state, but they were much better off than the people from the Northwest Branch; at least they could still move.

Looking at the golden light, you can tell that the outside reinforcements are very helpful, and they naturally can't afford to be weak.

They quickly got up and went to find the others, hoping to save as many as they could.