After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 755 Ink Splashing into the Soul, Corpse Slaying Ceremony? [Two Chapters Combined]

Xuan Jing's idea was indeed quite wicked.

Demolishing someone's ancestral hall is no different from digging up someone's ancestral grave; both are acts that lead to the extinction of one's lineage.

However, Xuanjing didn't care about that. As long as he could achieve his goal, that was enough. What did a monk care about having descendants?

Moreover, this place is indeed an ominous location. This White Python Devouring Evil Formation must be broken, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble it will cause.

Since this being hiding in the shadows is cultivating using the White Python Devouring Evil Formation, if I were to demolish the ancestral hall and break the formation for you now, would you still be able to resist showing yourself?

If you don't show up, I'm really going to tear it down.

This move, which cuts off the enemy's supply line, is indeed quite brilliant.

……

-

That afternoon, Tong Chuan convened a meeting in the courtyard of the communal house with the heads of each Tong family household in the village, as well as some elderly clan elders.

The conference had only one theme: to demolish the existing ancestral hall and rebuild it on a new site.

Tong Chuan originally thought that this matter would definitely cause a lot of opposition, after all, it was an ancestral hall with ancestral precepts, who would dare to make a move without permission?
However, the actual situation was quite different from Tong Chuan's concerns. Few people opposed it at the scene; the vast majority agreed to demolish it and rebuild it in a new location.

It's clear that everyone has long been suffering under the ancestral teachings.

What era are we living in? It's not like the Tong family is short of money; they could build any kind of house. But because of ancestral precepts, they can't change the village's layout. There are plenty of places that could be used as homesteads, where they could build bigger and more beautiful new houses. But they can only live in their old houses, struggling under the constraints of ancestral precepts.

Even if an old house is renovated, it's still an old house. The younger generation in the village has been bringing this up for a long time.

Moreover, anyone with the ability to see clearly can tell that the ancestral hall is dark and gloomy all day long, and it is definitely not a good place. Even those who have not the ability to see clearly can feel the coldness of the ancestral hall. Some weak clansmen do not even dare to approach the ancestral hall, otherwise they will be corroded by the evil energy and will inevitably fall seriously ill.

It's good that it's demolished. They've been hoping someone would take the lead in bringing this up for a long time. What era are we living in? Still talking about ancestral precepts? Some things should be broken.

The reaction at the scene was intense, with many people even attributing the deaths of Tong Yaohui and other clansmen, as well as the evil deeds of the wandering soldiers, to the feng shui of the ancestral hall.

Of course, there are also some who are old-fashioned and think that ancestral halls should not be demolished and that ancestral precepts should not be violated, otherwise disaster will befall them.

But this was only the voice of a small group of people, and it was quickly drowned out by the vast majority of voices.

The minority submits to the majority, and the majority is the vast majority.

Thus, the clan meeting ended with Tong Chuan making a decision that violated ancestral precepts.

dismantle!
Even if the Tong family doesn't demolish it themselves, the association will send people to demolish it.

If the authorities intervene, the Tong family will lose all face. Since the final result is the demolition anyway, they might as well demolish it themselves, which would be more dignified.

Immediately, to strike while the iron was hot, Tong Chuan, fearing any unforeseen circumstances, had someone bring him the almanac and started checking the date.

For such a major event as demolishing an ancestral hall, of course, one should choose an auspicious day.

Finally, everyone chose a date, which is the day after tomorrow, the 26th day of the fifth lunar month, the summer solstice, a day when all things are auspicious.

With everything settled, Tong Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he knew it, it was already dark. The crowd dispersed, and Tong Chuan sat alone on the stone steps of the public building, feeling somewhat melancholy.

Originally, there were also several disciples of the Divine Fire Sect living in the public housing, but they were taken away by Liu Jianguo the day before yesterday. Now the public housing is empty, with no one there.

So much has happened during this period.

There was so much that Tong Chuan didn't even have time to process it all.

His son died, and his body is still kept in the ancestral hall. He has not been buried yet, and he still cannot accept this fact.

His favorite grandson, on whom he placed the most hope, is still in a coma...

Tong Chuan took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

He is still strong inside. He has a lot to do, but he still has to face it.

Composing himself, Tong Chuan stood up, ready to leave.

However, at that very moment, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine, as if I were being watched by some ferocious beast.

The hair is creepy.

Is someone behind this?

He paused slightly, then slowly turned around and looked behind him.

At the entrance to the main room of the communal house, in the shadows, it seemed as if something was watching him.

"Who?"

Tong Chuan shouted, immediately becoming alert.

There was no response from the other side.

But that feeling is still there.

By this time, it was already dark, and everything was pitch black in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

Tong Chuan drew the dagger from his waist, probed forward with his mental energy, and tentatively approached.

He himself is a powerful cultivator in the Spirit Realm, so his mentality is strong enough.

Ok?
When he arrived at the entrance of the main room, what he saw made him slightly taken aback.

no one.

But on the threshold of the main room stood a wooden figure.

This……

Tong Chuan looked around and probed with his spiritual power, but found no one.

The puppet was no more than half a foot tall, carved from locust wood and painted red. It was simply carved with a head and body, and simple facial features were drawn with a black pen. The head was wrapped with a small piece of red cloth, making it look a bit like a child's toy.

But nowadays, who still plays with this kind of thing?

Tong Chuan looked at the strange little wooden puppet in front of him and didn't find it cute at all; instead, he felt a chilling sense of wickedness about it.

The puppet's head was the same size as its body, and although its features were drawn with just a few strokes, they were so lifelike that Tong Chuan felt as if he were being stared at by a real person.

Suddenly, a burst of spiritual energy erupted from the puppet, startling Tong Chuan, who immediately stood frozen in place.

……

-

North of the village, where Chen Yang and others lived.

Tong Chuan rushed over as if he had been chased by a dog, found Xuan Jing, and said he had something urgent to report.

Xuan Jing, Chen Yang, and Zhou Mingyuan were discussing something when they saw him coming over. They were all a little surprised. Did that person react so quickly?
Tong Chuan held up a small wooden figure and placed it on the table in front of Xuan Jing.

Xuan Jing frowned slightly upon seeing it. "Where did it come from?"

Tong Chuan quickly recounted everything that had just happened to Xuan Jing in detail.

"This puppet is actually conscious and can even communicate with me spiritually. It said that it wouldn't let us demolish the ancestral hall, otherwise the Tong family would face great disaster. I asked it who it was, but it wouldn't say anything..."

……

Tong Chuan recounted the story in detail.

Xuan Jing reached out and grabbed the puppet in her hand, examining it carefully.

"What's the origin of this thing?"

Chen Yang stood to the side, also looking at the puppet with curiosity. This thing looked a bit like the wooden statue of a child that the children in their village worshipped when they ran away from the calamity.

But its appearance gave off a sinister feeling, and Chen Yang's instincts told him that this thing was definitely not a good thing.

Xuan Jing looked at it and then passed the puppet to Zhou Mingyuan.

Zhou Mingyuan glanced at it and said, "The Fa Sect has a strange technique called 'Ink Splashing into the Soul,' which allows one to transfer their spirit and will into other objects, making them speak on their behalf and even do things that their true selves cannot do personally..."

Ink splashed into the soul?

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang's gaze fell upon the puppet, finding it rather strange.

How can a message be conveyed through such a puppet?
The next second, Chen Yang sensed a slight energy fluctuation on the puppet, a spiritual force probing towards Xuan Jing.

Xuan Jing didn't say a word, gave everyone a shushing look, and then connected with the spiritual power emanating from the puppet.

Needless to say, at this critical juncture, using the ink-splashing soul-infusing technique to create this puppet to convey a message, the person behind this puppet should be the one Chen Yang and his group are looking for.

Knowing that the Tong family ancestral hall was to be demolished, this person couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to talk to Xuan Jing. However, he was also wary of Xuan Jing and the others, so he didn't dare to show his face. That's why he resorted to this tactic.

They still hide their heads and tails, communicating with them through this puppet.

Xuan Jing's brows furrowed and relaxed at times, as if he were negotiating with the person behind him.

"Oh!"

A moment later, the puppet cracked open, and many cracks appeared on its body. The next second, the puppet spontaneously combusted without any fire.

Xuanjing did not stop it, and watched as the puppet was engulfed by the fire.

The person behind the puppet was indeed cautious, seemingly afraid that Xuan Jing and the others could find his hiding place through the marks on the puppet.

The puppet was quickly burned to charcoal.

Chen Yang picked up the teacup on the table and poured it directly to extinguish the flames.

"What do you mean?" Chen Yang asked immediately.

"Ah."

Xuan Jing's expression was cold, even mocking. "You've got quite the nerve, telling us not to meddle, or we'll face the consequences."

Chen Yang was somewhat taken aback upon hearing this.

He thought the person behind this would negotiate with Xuan Jing tactfully, but he never expected the other party to be so assertive.

Speaking like that clearly shows they don't want things to end peacefully. They're trying to sow discord between Xuan Jing and the others. They're even making direct threats, and they're being so arrogant and blunt. Aren't they just trying to escalate things?

The association just checked Tong Chen's records and found no record of any illegal or disorderly conduct. If you come forward and confess, there probably won't be any crime against you.

But you insisted on doing this, are you feeling guilty?

Or is it that they don't even respect the association's official authority?
To dare to make such a threat in front of Xuan Jing, they probably don't take the Emei sects, led by Baoguo Temple, seriously at all.
Zhou Mingyuan said, "He dares to be so presumptuous, so he must have some confidence. The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. We still cannot find out his strength, so we should not underestimate him."

"Ah."

Xuan Jing was also a little angry, but she hadn't lost her temper yet. "Call my senior brother over tomorrow too. I want to see how big this cowardly fellow's pipe is that he can't put out. Humph..."

He snorted coldly and prepared to call Xuan Qing over as well.

This person must be found and taught a profound lesson.

"Master, who is this person?" Tong Chuan asked, forcing himself to speak.

Although he had just communicated with the entity behind the puppet, the entity did not reveal its identity.

However, this does not mean that Tong Chuan would not speculate. In the past two days, Xuan Jing and the others have specifically asked him about some things, the most important of which is about his cousin Tong who died young.

Although Xuanjing and the others didn't explain it to him, he could vaguely guess some of the general idea.

So, could it be my cousin, Tong Chen?
Did he not die during the calamity at Erlang Temple? Instead, he hid and has lived to this day?

But why?

Why would he do that for no reason?
Tong Chuan thought about it again and again, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Jing simply shook her head. "You don't need to know right now. Just focus on handling your Tong family's affairs. As for the rest, don't worry about them. Just distance yourself from those irrelevant people."

He said this to give Tong Chuan a reminder.

There are some things you'd rather not know. But if you do know them, it's best not to try to get involved or provoke them. If you do something foolish in a moment of impulsiveness, don't blame us for being ruthless.

Tong Chuan nodded repeatedly, of course knowing the seriousness of the matter. "Then, should the ancestral hall still be demolished?"

“Tear it down, why not tear it down? Do we look like the kind of people who can be threatened?” Xuan Jing said.

"it is good."

Tong Chuan didn't say a word.

After all, the village had just held a meeting and made the decision to demolish the ancestral hall. If they suddenly changed their minds, he wouldn't be able to explain it to the villagers.

It's clear that the village is very keen to demolish the ancestral hall.

……

After Tong Chuan left, only three people remained in the room.

“Elder Zhou, I’m afraid we’ll have to trouble you again this time to help oversee things for a few more days,” Xuan Jing said.

Zhou Mingyuan didn't ask for any reward. He came all this way to help get rid of the wandering monk, which is already a great favor.

"It is our duty to eliminate evil and protect the righteous path."

Zhou Mingyuan shook his head. "I just hate trouble, not that I'm afraid of it. Since I've run into this situation, there's no reason for me to stand idly by."

"Old Zhou was very righteous."

Chen Yang gave a compliment.

This left Zhou Mingyuan both amused and exasperated.

Zhou Mingyuan said, "Since this person dares to threaten us like this, he must have something to rely on. We should be extra careful these next few days, lest he become desperate and do something crazy. There are many villages and civilians nearby at the foot of this mountain..."

……

-

late at night.

Chen Yang sat cross-legged on the bed, practicing the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Divine Skill.

After his divine sense reached 189, it seemed to have plateaued, giving Chen Yang the feeling that he had hit a bottleneck.

The period of rapid transformation has passed, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to improve one's divine sense, which frustrates Chen Yang.

For him now, the only time he can feel the exhilarating surge of spiritual power is when he uses the Concentration Pill.

Unfortunately, he had already squandered the Mind-Concentrating Pills that the system had rewarded him with.

This guy never keeps any useful pills overnight; he always takes them immediately after getting them.

After two hours of cultivation, there was very little improvement in my spiritual power.

Chen Yang was speechless.

He had already consumed all the Three Elements Pills he had refined some time ago, and now he had no pills to aid in cultivating his divine sense. His progress was truly astonishing.

My two hundred rank members, my primordial spirit!

Chen Yang was very eager, only thinking about reaching grade 200 as soon as possible, and then using the Yuan Shen Pill to condense his Yuan Shen.

"call!"

Chen Yang let out a long sigh of relief. It had been a long time since he had refined pills, and his hands were starting to itch again.

It's a pity this isn't a place for alchemy; otherwise, with the long night ahead, he really wanted to refine two batches of pills.

He had originally planned to refine the "Gathering Spirit Pill," and he had even shamelessly asked his cousin-in-law, the mountain demon, to find the most difficult-to-find medicinal herb, the Hundred-Year Monkey Knot, but it was delayed because of the Dawa Mountain matter.

Once this matter is over and I return, I must first refine the "Gathering Spirit Pill" and strive to accumulate my divine sense to the 200th grade in one go, so as to condense my primordial spirit as soon as possible.

The uses of the primordial spirit are endless. As long as one can cultivate the primordial spirit, one's strength will surely reach a new level.

Reaching the window, Chen Yang looked out. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the moon quietly revealed its face.

The bright moonlight shone down, and the tranquil mountain village seemed to be covered in a layer of silver.

……

-

Raojiang, deep within the Wuliang Mountains.

Outside the cave stood two old men. One was a monk holding a staff, and the other was dressed in a simple Taoist robe. The bright moonlight shone on his face, making a huge red spot stand out conspicuously.

The monk stood to one side, while the Taoist priest stood in the middle, directly opposite the cave entrance. He was hunched over, his face pale, and sweating profusely.

Just now, he experienced the most painful moment of his life.

The affliction of discipline, the feeling of rolling on the ground, worse than death, still makes his whole body twitch reflexively even now.

"You can't even handle this small matter, what use are you?" A deep, authoritative voice echoed from inside the cave.

"Master, spare my life!"

The Taoist priest knelt down with a thud. "I never expected the people from the Divine Fire Sect to suddenly attack. That young man from the Secret Sect named Qiangba was far too strong. I... I was no match for him. My nephew, Ruoyu, also died at his hands. I used all my strength to escape..."

"Humph!"

The person inside the cave let out a soft groan; he seemed quite annoyed.

You didn't even receive the goods, and you lost your money instead. How can you not be upset?

The Taoist priest kept his head down, quietly awaiting his fate.

He was terrified that the other party would activate the Discipline Worm within him again, which would be worse than death and could take his life.

Rumble!
The cave entrance opened, revealing a pitch-black opening in the moonlight, sending chills down one's spine.

The Taoist priest looked up and felt a strange sense of fear.

"Alright, this isn't entirely your fault. Your cultivation is indeed a bit weak. It's been difficult for you to take charge of the followers in Shu. Come in, I'll help you improve..."

At this moment, the voice came again, but it was much gentler than before, as if the person was a completely different person.

promote?

The Taoist priest paused upon hearing this, looked up at the dark cave ahead, and instinct told him that there was some danger.

"Master, I have done nothing wrong and dare not accept the reward..." the Taoist priest said hurriedly.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came.

The Taoist priest sensed something was wrong.

A tremendous sense of crisis instantly overwhelmed him.

Almost instinctively, the Taoist immediately stood up and turned to flee.

At that moment, a vine, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, suddenly shot out from the cave and headed straight for the Taoist priest.

"what?"

The Taoist's expression changed drastically, and he instantly drew his long sword from behind.

Asura Blade Technique!
He gripped the sword with both hands and slashed out fiercely. The powerful sword energy was like a curtain falling from the sky, and the hazy blood-red color cleaved down towards the vines with the force of splitting a mountain.

"Humph!"

A soft hum was heard, and the space trembled violently.

The crimson blade energy shattered instantly, like glass.

A terrifying surge of primordial energy pressed down directly on the Taoist.

The Taoist's expression changed drastically, as if a mountain of immense weight was pressing down on him, and he knelt down with a thud.

The vines attacked, quickly wrapping around his body and dragging him into the cave.

"what!"

A bloodcurdling roar came from the cave.

In the woods not far away, a flock of crows opened their eyes and looked this way, then buried their heads and continued to sleep, as if this scene was commonplace.

"Amitabha."

The monks outside the cave stood still, chanting a Buddhist prayer, their expressions unchanged.

"sieve……"

After a while, vines shot out of the cave and threw out a figure.

The figure rolled a few times on the ground before lying on its back.

It was that same Taoist priest from before.

His eyes were sunken, his temples were hollow, and his face was as pale as paper. His eyes stared at the sky in despair, unfocused, and he had already breathed his last.

Bang!
The cave door was sealed again. "The end of Dharma!"

Inside the cave, that majestic voice rang out once more.

"The leader."

The monks outside the cave bowed respectfully, seemingly ignoring the Taoist's corpse.

"This person is unfit for important tasks. In Shu, we will select another virtuous and capable person. As for the candidate, you can decide for yourself. Don't choose this kind of incompetent fool!" The voice from the cave came calmly.

"Yes."

The monk calmly replied, "As for how to handle the matter of the Divine Fire Sect, please give your instructions, Sect Leader."

"The Divine Fire Sect is powerful and has a deep foundation. It is not advisable to make such a strong enemy unless absolutely necessary. There is something strange about this matter. Let's find out the specific situation first."

"Yes."

"In addition, there are two things I need you to do."

"Please give your orders, Master."

"The first matter is that the 29th of next month is my birthday. I will hold the 'Corpse-Slaying Ceremony' at Wuliang Mountain. All members of the sect above the Spirit Realm are hereby invited to attend. All attendees will receive Three Corpse Divine Water, Five Elements Pills, and other spiritual medicines to enhance their cultivation. At that time, I will re-elect the Vice Sect Leader. In addition, I will personally select several successors..."

"Huh? A corpse-slaying ceremony?"

Upon hearing this, the monk was slightly taken aback; this was a major undertaking.

The sect has suffered too many losses recently. There have been a large number of casualties in the Creation Realm, several Dharma Protectors have been lost, and even two Vice Sect Leaders have been eliminated.

"What? Is there a problem?"

"Do not."

The monk snapped out of his daze and quickly shook his head. "I will certainly make proper arrangements for the Master's birthday celebration."

"Yes, you should personally oversee this matter and ensure there are no mistakes."

"Yes."

"Secondly, take my warrant and send someone to Qingshen Mountain to deliver a letter for me. It's time to invite that being out for a visit..."

"Yes."

"Go."

"Master, I just received news that Zhang Qingquan of the Five Internal Organs Temple has broken through to the Dao True Realm, and it seems he has already passed through the period of weakness..."

"Is it?"

Upon hearing this, the person in the cave chuckled softly. "This old fellow has only broken through to the Dao True Realm, yet he's keeping it so secret. Ha, who is he trying to protect himself from? You can send him a congratulatory gift for me. Take a few drops of sangmu juice and tell him that if he's willing, he'll have a place as the Vice Sect Leader."

"Yes!"

……

-

Tongjia'ao is located at the foot of Dawa Mountain.

Moonlight streamed through the window frame, falling on Chen Yang's face, cool and refreshing. A breeze swept by, dispelling some of the heat.

A dark cloud drifted in, and the moon hid behind it.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

A sudden, urgent gong rang out, shattering the tranquility of the village.

That's the direction of the Tong Family Ancestral Hall.

Chen Yang frowned slightly.

As they came out of the house, they ran into Xuan Jing and Zhou Mingyuan.

The three of them walked together toward the Tong Family Ancestral Hall.

It was already midnight, and almost everyone in the village was asleep, so the sound of the gong was rather abrupt.

Tong Family Ancestral Hall.

When Chen Yang and his two companions arrived, Tong Chuan was already there, and several members of the Tong family on night duty were hurriedly reporting the situation to him.

Their faces were filled with terror and panic, and they were speaking incoherently, as if they had just witnessed something horrific.

The bodies of Tong Yaohui and several other members of the Tong family have disappeared.

On the Dragon Boat Festival, Tong Yaohui and several clansmen carried the Zhenshan Stele into Dawa Mountain and did not return overnight. When Tong Chuan led people into the mountain to search for them the next day, they only found their bodies.

The body was kneeling by the roadside, with no external injuries. Tong Yaohui's protective treasure, the Sanqing Bell, was broken, and his death was very suspicious.

Because of the suspicious circumstances surrounding his death, his body was not buried immediately after it was returned. Instead, the coffin was temporarily sealed and the body was placed in the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was filled with malevolent energy, so even on a hot day, there was no concern about the body decomposing. The Tong family had originally planned to hold the funeral after this incident was completely over.

Just now, several members of the Tong family who were on night duty were playing cards in the toilet room when they suddenly heard a noise coming from the main hall. They rushed out to check and were almost scared to death.

The lids of several coffins placed in the main hall were pushed open, and Tong Yaohui and others, who had been dead for many days, crawled out of the coffins and walked outside in a very mechanical manner.

The group had never seen anything like this before. They were so frightened they almost peed themselves. They stood frozen in place, covering their mouths, too afraid to make a sound or even try to stop it.

They watched them leave the ancestral hall and walk away before the few burly men dared to strike the gong.

……

After listening to their report, Chen Yang and the others spread their mental energy to search the area within several miles of Tongjia'ao.

Resurrection!

This sounds outrageous, but Chen Yang had already witnessed it firsthand.

Back in the underground palace, Chen Yang had seen corpses rise from the dead, and many of them had been dead for a long time.

Raojiang insect technique can easily achieve this.

For example, the worm *Ceratophora chinensis* can turn a corpse into a puppet, taking over the body's brain and controlling its limb movements.

For example, the corpse-driving worms were used by Wang Zhaodi to raise a large number of corpses in the underground palace.

As for other methods, Chen Yang was unaware of them.

According to the men on night watch, they vaguely saw paper figures fly in and stick to the bodies of Tong Yaohui and the others, causing them to rise from the dead.

This was a strange technique that Chen Yang had never heard of before.

Zhou Mingyuan said, "It is probably the Ink-Splashing Soul-Entering Technique of the Fa Sect, embedding spiritual thoughts into paper figures, using paper figures as a medium, and controlling the corpse to rise up through powerful spiritual thoughts. This person's cultivation is not low. Even if he has not entered the Dao True Realm, he is probably not far off."

Is this another example of ink splashing to capture the soul?
First puppets, then paper figures—these methods are indeed very mysterious.

I wonder if my uncle knows this kind of magic?

Chen Yang suddenly thought that if his uncle knew this technique, should he learn it too?

Although many members of this lineage of sorcerers and shamans are just charlatans with no real skills, those who are truly skilled are exceptionally capable.

At this moment, Xuanjing released his primordial spirit energy, seemingly having made a discovery.

He frowned slightly. "Old Zhou, please stay here. Chen Yang, come with me."

He has probably discovered Tong Yaohui and his group's whereabouts.

After all, they had only been gone a short time and were a large enough target. Given their speed, they couldn't escape Xuan Jing's primordial spirit's search range.

Without saying a word, Chen Yang followed Xuan Jing away.

As for Zhou Mingyuan, he stayed behind to prevent the other party from using a diversionary tactic to harm the Tong clan while they were away.

Xuan Jing and Zhou Mingyuan are both Dao Zhen Realm experts. If Zhen Yi is in danger, he can use his primordial spirit to send a message to call for support. Anyway, the distance is not far, and he can arrive in a minute.

……

Chen Yang followed Xuan Jing and quickly left Tongjia'ao, heading towards Luerping.

A few minutes later, within the range of Chen Yang's mental energy exploration, Tong Yaohui and others appeared in the fir forest a mile away.

They had been dead for a long time, their bodies were stiff, and their movements were stiff and very strange.

On their foreheads, there was a paper figure cut from yellow paper.

The paper figure had its eyebrows and eyes outlined in red ink, along with some mysterious incantations.

Tong Yaohui and the other four, a total of six people, mechanically walked into the depths of the fir forest, at a fairly fast pace.

Chen Yang and his companion quickly caught up, intending to follow them to see where they were going and whether they could find the person hiding behind them.

As a result, Tong Yaohui and the others suddenly stopped after chasing for a short distance.

……

A crescent moon peeked out from behind the dark clouds, its light spilling into the fir forest. The tall fir trees, row upon row, stand like the ghostly soldiers of the mountain god. There wasn't a single insect chirping in the forest; it was eerily quiet.

Although the moonlight was bright, the atmosphere in the woods was very eerie.

Night, moonlight, mountains and forests, corpses—the atmosphere is terrifying and chilling.

At this moment, Chen Yang and Xuan Jing were only about fifty meters away from Tong Yaohui and the others.

Chen Yang's radar covered an area with a radius of more than 300 meters, not missing the slightest movement.

Suddenly, Tong Yaohui and the others, who had been standing still, seemed to have noticed them. They turned around abruptly and rushed towards them.

His limbs were stiff, and his movements were very strange, but his speed was not up to par at all.

The paper figures on their foreheads swung back and forth, their eyes staring blankly ahead, unfocused and lifeless.

They rushed towards Chen Yang and Xuan Jing, stretching out their hands to grab their necks.

Chen Yang raised an eyebrow, initially wanting to kick him away, but after all, he was Tong Xin's father.

He grabbed Tong Yaohui's arm, flicked his finger, and knocked the paper figure stuck to his forehead away.

Tong Yaohui, who still had some strength left, suddenly fell silent, as if he had returned to being a corpse, and collapsed to the ground.

Meanwhile, the remaining corpses had also been dealt with by Xuan Jing.

Once the paper figure was removed, it immediately stopped moving.

These people, including Tong Yaohui, had never entered the Spirit Realm before their deaths. They were only good at dealing with ordinary people, and their combat power was really limited.

That's not even enough to fill a tooth gap.

Hyun Jung frowned.

With such negligible fighting strength, how dare they even show their skills?
This is such a disrespectful attitude towards people!
Why hide your true self? Come out and show yourself.

Why would the other side bring out these corpses for no reason? It's simply to lure them out.

Now that they've arrived, shouldn't the other party come out and meet them?
He immediately prepared to release his primordial spirit power to find out where the person behind this was hiding.

"Susususu..."

Just then, a rustling sound came from around the woods.

It sounded like the wind rustling through leaves, or like some insect vibrating its wings.

The two immediately became alert.

At the same time, within Chen Yang's radar detection range, a large shadow was detected rapidly approaching from the depths of the forest.

what?
insect?

Chen Yang reacted instinctively, and Chi Xiao was already in his hand.

The thing came very quickly. When Chen Yang spotted it, it was still 300 meters away, but in just a few breaths, it was already close by.

Under the moonlight, large areas of shadow were cast.

paper man!

An astonishing number of paper figures.

Thousands.

These paper figures seemed to come alive, quickly surrounding Chen Yang and his companion.

All around was a rustling sound, and the paper figures, like swarms of insects, covered the sky and instantly obscured the moonlight.

Eerie, terrifying, chilling.

Chen Yang felt a chill run down his spine from this eerie scene, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Streams of spiritual energy were released from the paper figure, quickly condensing into spiritual sword energy that slashed towards the two of them.

Their imposing presence was even more terrifying than a swarm of insects, sending chills down one's spine.

"Humph!"

Xuan Jing snorted coldly, releasing his primordial spirit power, which directly blasted away the surrounding spiritual sword energy, and forced back the paper figures flying towards him.

"Kengkengkengkeng..."

Chen Yang directly unleashed the Golden Body Technique, his sword energy striking the golden body. Although it couldn't harm him, sparks flew.

"I'm leaving this place to you. Can you handle it?"

Xuan Jing asked Chen Yang a question, seemingly having already tracked down the person hiding in the shadows.

"Small idea."

Chen Yang responded.

These paper figures look fierce, but they haven't been able to shake his golden statue.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Xuanjing shouted and waved his staff, clearing away all the paper figures in front of him.

He then leaped into the air and ran towards the depths of the dense forest.

"Susususu..."

Countless paper figures quickly surrounded Chen Yang, and sword energy continuously struck him.

"Humph!"

In his golden form, Chen Yang completely ignored defenses and brandished his longsword.

Sword energy crisscrossed the forest.

The paper figures were destroyed and fell to the ground.

But there were just too many of them; Chen Yang couldn't possibly cut them all down.

"Susususu..."

Seemingly realizing that they couldn't hurt Chen Yang, the paper figures quickly separated, and soon gathered together to form several paper figures taller than a person.

The paper figures floated in the air, surrounding Chen Yang in the middle, their sword energy intensifying, further increasing their lethality.

Chen Yang used his swordsmanship to parry left and right, but he could not fight against so many opponents with his bare hands and soon became exhausted.

"boom!"

One of the giant paper figures quickly made a hand seal, and suddenly, a beam of light shot out like a thunderbolt from a dry sky, striking directly at Chen Yang.

Lightning spell!

This paper figure can actually cast lightning spells?
Chen Yang was caught off guard and struck by the arc of light.

My whole body went numb for a moment.

"Kengkengkengkeng..."

The remaining paper figures seized the opportunity to release a large amount of sword energy, which poured towards Chen Yang, who was paralyzed by electricity.

Under the impact of a large amount of spiritual sword energy, the golden body gradually dimmed and even showed signs of crumbling.

Chen Yang was only momentarily numb; he never expected that this damn paper figure could use lightning magic, which somewhat shattered his worldview.

He quickly realized what was happening and channeled the current that was pressing on his body into the lightning vein, causing the numbness in his body to subside rapidly.

With the circulation of true energy, the golden body shone brightly once more.

At this moment, the paper figure that had just used lightning magic started making hand seals again, seemingly wanting to give Chen Yang another blow.

"Humph!"

Chen Yang ignored them completely and unleashed a sword strike, the sword energy slashing towards the large paper figures in front of him.

The paper figure quickly unleashed its sword energy to defend itself.

The hammer appeared in Chen Yang's left hand. He stepped forward and swung the hammer down.

"Oh!"

A giant paper figure was instantly blasted apart.

Many paper figures were shattered, but a large number of them remained unharmed, quickly taking flight and reforming.

"boom!"

Another arc of light struck Chen Yang.

This time, Chen Yang's movements only paused slightly before he activated the Five Thunder Escape Technique, quickly channeling the power of thunder into the Thunder Meridian.

The paper figures tried to launch a sneak attack, but Chen Yang was unaffected by the lightning magic. Instead, he charged forward, wielding his iron hammer and quickly scattering the giant paper figures.

The paper figure that had cast the lightning spell seemed to realize that the lightning spell was no match for Chen Yang, and it automatically dispersed, with countless paper figures once again filling the sky.

It looks like the scalp is numb.

Chen Yang frowned slightly, instinctively wanting to release the Bone-Eating Beetle to fight.

After all, in terms of quantity, he had tens of thousands of bone-eating beetles, no less than these paper figures.

However, a thought flashed through his mind, and he held back.

These paper figures are strange.

If they can control the corpses of Tong Yaohui and others, they might also be able to control the bone-eating beetles.

After all, bone-eating beetles aren't very intelligent. If the paper figure gets stuck on them, they might become traitors, which would be counterproductive.

He can handle the current situation; there's no need to take that risk.

"Susususu..."

In that instant, the paper figures changed their fighting style. Hundreds of paper figures gathered together, intertwined, and formed spheres the size of footballs.

They floated in mid-air, as if drawn by some force, with one of them flying towards Chen Yang first.

call!
Suddenly, flames erupted, transforming it into a fireball.

The fireball came extremely fast.

Chen Yang instinctively sensed danger and quickly activated his Golden Body to its limit, sweeping his Crimson Sky Sword horizontally, the sword energy heading straight for the fireball.

"boom!"

The fireball formed from the paper figure suddenly exploded.

The sound was deafening, the ground trembled, and a small mushroom cloud rose from the spot.

A terrifying shockwave radiated outwards from the explosion.

Chen Yang was only a few meters away when the shockwave arrived almost instantly.

The terrifying impact suddenly sent him flying.

Rumble…

The tall fir trees around them collapsed one after another.

Chen Yang was blasted back twenty or thirty meters, and after landing, he retreated more than ten meters before finally regaining his footing.

The golden statue almost lost its balance.

The Gluttonous Gu within his body released a large amount of energy, which replenished Chen Yang's energy and rekindled his golden body.

Damn, that's intense!
Chen Yang was surprised. The explosion had made him dizzy and his eardrums were vibrating.

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