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

Chapter 761 Nailhead Technique! Tong Chen appears, ready to risk his life!
"Oh!"

The cloak on the bronze golem's head instantly shattered, revealing a bronze helmet.

Under Chen Yang's immense force, the helmet exploded instantly, and the bronze puppet's body was instantly blasted halfway into the ground.

With this blow, not only was the Baihui acupoint shattered, but the entire top of the bronze puppet's head was also blasted off.

In an instant, the bronze puppet seemed to have triggered some mechanism and stopped moving.

A powerful burst of energy emanated from the top of the bronze puppet's head, unleashing a terrifying surge of Yin energy.

Chen Yang, who was rushing forward, couldn't help but quickly retreat to create distance between them.

The Yin energy appeared as a dense black color, enveloping the bronze puppet before quickly dissipating, leaving a chilling wind.

When the black mist dissipated, the bronze puppet was revealed to have ripped clothes and was now a hard, solid bronze figure.

The shape is passable; it has hands and feet, a head and a body, covered in inky black runes. Its body is like a giant nail, half of which has been hammered into the ground, while its head has been flattened and its facial features are deformed.

"call out!"

Chen Yang retrieved the red threads wrapped around the bronze figure and, without delay, quickly turned to help Huang Daolin.

At this moment, with the help of the little white snake, Huang Daolin was no longer able to get close to the four bronze puppets, despite their ferocity.

The little white snake flew in the air, its powerful blood and qi from the late stage of the Dao True Realm mixed with a faint dragon's might, sending the bronze puppets flying everywhere.

Huang Daolin, wielding a hammer, confronted one of the bronze puppets. Under his violent attack, the puppet was forced to retreat repeatedly, but its strength was considerable, making it difficult to hit its vital spot.

Chen Yang lunged forward and, as usual, used silk threads to entangle the bronze puppet, launching a sneak attack from behind.

……

On the other side, Xuanjing and Xuanqing, after being reminded by Huang Daolin, also swung their monk's staffs and seized every opportunity to strike the bronze puppet on the head.

Those two bronze puppets weren't stupid; they didn't fight head-on, but just kept dodging, focusing on restraining and harassing the enemy.

rustling...

Seemingly sensing something was wrong, a large group of paper figures flew out of the cave and quickly flew towards Huang Daolin.

Their primary target remains Huang Daolin.

"Humph!"

Xuan Jing snorted coldly, swept his staff, and forced the annoying bronze puppet in front of him back.

He turned straight around and faced Xuanqing.

The bronze puppet that was restraining Xuan Qing had just unleashed a lightning spell when Xuan Qing dodged the lightning strike and chased after it.

Without saying a word, the bronze puppet turned and ran.

But as it turned around, it saw that Xuan Jing was already standing behind it.

"Humph!"

Before it could even react, Xuanjing's staff had already struck it heavily on the head.

"Oh!"

A deafening explosion.

Xuan Jing's power was terrifying; with this one blow, he directly slammed the bronze puppet's body into the ground.

A large amount of Yin energy surged out, and the bronze puppet instantly lost its ability to move, revealing its true form.

At this moment, the bronze puppet that had just restrained Xuan Jing caught up and, upon seeing this scene, stopped in its tracks and turned to run towards Huang Daolin.

"Humph!"

Xuanqing threw his staff away.

"Oh!"

Caught off guard, the bronze puppet tripped and fell to the ground.

Xuanjing was furious. He strode forward, swung his staff, and smashed it hard on the head of the bronze puppet.

"Oh!"

Xuan Jing almost twisted his head off.

This old monk can be quite violent when he gets angry.

The two quickly surrounded Huang Daolin.

At this moment, one of the four bronze puppets had been dealt with, leaving only three. However, the countless paper figures in the sky put considerable pressure on the two of them.

The little white snake released its vital energy, forming a protective shield that kept the paper figure outside.

The paper figures instantly coalesced into a ball, rushed forward, and exploded.

Boom, boom, boom...

Flames erupted everywhere, and the deafening noise was deafening.

too crazy.

The frequent explosions put pressure on even the little white snake.

Xuanjing and Xuanqing released their primordial spirit power, instantly reinforcing the little white snake's defenses.

There were three bronze puppets left. With the help of Xuanqing and Xuanjing, they took down the three bronze puppets in just a few breaths.

Huang Daolin took some of the purest Yang water and splashed it directly into the air.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The paper figures, once wet, immediately emitted black smoke, as if corroded. The paper surface quickly turned black, losing its divinity, and fell from the sky like fallen leaves.

Under the strangulation of the little white snake's vital energy, the remaining paper figures were quickly shredded into dust.

woohoo hoo...

The firelight illuminated the open space in front of the cave.

In an instant, the scene fell silent.

The battle just now caused the birds and beasts in the forest to flee, and even the insects shut their mouths.

The four men, carrying weapons, arrived at the cave entrance and looked at the dark opening.

There was no sound coming from inside.

It was eerily quiet.

Chen Yang used radar to probe inside, and found a straight passage that led diagonally into the belly of Dawa Mountain.

The cave was very deep, beyond the radar's detection range.

He tried to probe deeper with his mental power, but halfway through, his mental power was blocked by some kind of energy and could not go any further.

Xuan Jing and the others also frowned slightly.

Do you want to come in?

If they go in, the situation will probably be unfavorable for them.

Who knows if the other side had set up any traps in the cave?
To be on the safe side, let's challenge them.

Huang Daolin stepped forward and said towards the cave, "Senior Brother Tong, it's been many years since we last met. I never expected you to still be alive. Come out and meet us. Master Xuanjing and the others have something to say to you. I also want to hear what happened at Erlang Temple back then."

The deep voice, imbued with true energy, entered the cave and traveled far into the distance.

……

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at the same time.

Deep inside the mountain cave, in a spacious karst cave.

Several oil lamps hung on the surrounding stone walls, their flickering light barely illuminating the cave.

Under the oil lamp, there were about a dozen wooden and bronze figures, all covered by black robes, standing quietly and neatly like a group of zombies.

On the flat ground in the middle of the cave, there is an altar, and the altar is surrounded by banners and paintings.

On the ground, the bodies of the mad soldiers were scattered haphazardly, some intact and some incomplete.

One can imagine that a battle must have just taken place here.

On the altar, incense and candles burned, command flags waved, and thick stacks of paper figures were scattered everywhere.

The cave was filled with an extremely dense concentration of malevolent energy.

The atmosphere was gloomy and eerie, sending chills down one's spine.

"Ho ho..."

A series of heavy breaths came from behind the altar.

Suddenly, a hand landed on the table, supporting a trembling body as it stood up.

He wore a red robe, a crown with five directions and five elders, and a four-eyed golden mask on his face, half of which was cracked, revealing half of his pale and decaying face.

"puff!"

A mouthful of black water spurted out, instantly turning the table into a mess.

He supported himself on the altar with his hands, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

He took out a few unknown black pills and swallowed them directly. After a while, he felt noticeably better.

He ripped off his mask, revealing a pale, bluish-white, dry, and rotting face.

His facial features were barely discernible; he was exceptionally ugly, even more ferocious than the mask he had just worn.

If someone were here and saw this face, they would probably be so scared that they would wet themselves.

Hearing the sounds coming from afar outside the cave, a flash of ferocity crossed the man's eyes.

He seemed to have made some kind of decision.

He opened a jar on the altar and reached inside to grab something.

The contents of the jar were unclear; it was a dark, viscous liquid that covered the person's hands.

Drip, drip, the viscous liquid dripped onto the table, and a fishy, ​​foul smell instantly filled the air.

The person seemed completely oblivious.

He wiped the object in his hand with yellow paper, removing the black liquid from it.

It turned out to be a wooden figure.

It is a dozen centimeters long, with a head and feet, but its face is blank and has no facial features.

The man muttered incantations, tore off a yellow talisman, quickly drew incantations on the paper, and wrote a string of words on the back of the talisman, which appeared to be someone's birth date and time.

After writing the yellow talisman, he directly pasted it on the top of the wooden figure's head.

At the end of the yellow talisman were three characters written in bold.

"Huang Daolin!"

Then, the man laid the small wooden figure down on the altar.

I picked up a brush and drew facial features on the little wooden figure.

The eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were drawn quickly and vividly.

Burn incense.

A small wooden figure had a censer on its head and another on its feet. A fierce glint flashed in its eyes as it stepped out in a ritualistic manner and chanted incomprehensible incantations.

After a moment, he stopped, knelt before the altar, and bowed to the small figure on the altar.

He kowtowed three times heavily.

After getting up, he took out a rusty iron nail and aimed it at the space between the wooden figurine's eyebrows.

"Huang Daolin, please go to your death!"

The man shouted sharply and slammed his palm down on the nail.

The nails were rusty, but they weren't afraid of getting tetanus.

Bang!
The nail was driven straight into the wooden figure's forehead.

In an instant, the malevolent energy in the cave surged rapidly toward the wooden figure on the altar.

Several oil lamps on the cave wall were instantly blown out, making the cave much darker.

"puff!"

The man slammed his palm down, immediately spitting out a mouthful of black blood, which splattered all over the altar.

He gripped the table with both hands, almost unable to stand.

"Ha ha……"

A strange smile stretched across his face, a smile of triumphant scheming.

The laughter was ferocious, twisted, and insane.

"Boom boom boom!"

However, at that moment, the little wooden figure on the altar suddenly began to tremble rapidly.

"Ok?"

The man's expression suddenly changed.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, the little wooden figure exploded.

"puff!"

The man seemed to have suffered a severe injury, and he spat out another mouthful of foul blood.

He fell backwards.

"How can it be!"

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

He slumped down, his body rapidly leaking outwards with his Yin energy, his body feeling like it was riddled with holes.

Backlash, dissipation of power!
"How could this be?"

"impossible!"

The man's eyes widened in horror, unable to stop the loss of energy within his body.

"Senior Brother Tong, come out and let's talk this out. As long as you haven't done anything immoral, I believe Master Xuanjing and the others will be lenient."

Huang Daolin's voice came from outside the cave again.

Enraged, the man clutched his chest, stood up, grabbed the wooden figure on the table, picked up a bronze staff, and walked straight toward the cave entrance.

……

Outside the cave.

Huang Daolin called out several times, but there was no response from inside the cave.

Several people exchanged glances.

Judging from the looks of it, we absolutely have to go into this cave.

"Xiaoyang, you stay outside."

Xuanjing gave an instruction.

We don't know what's going on inside yet, so going in rashly would be very risky.

The reason for leaving Chen Yang outside on guard duty was twofold. First, Chen Yang was young and a junior, so everyone took care of him and didn't want him to go in and take risks. Second, leaving Chen Yang outside on guard duty meant that if anything happened, at least someone would be there to help.

Chen Yang hesitated for a moment.

Xuanjing and the other two were about to walk towards the cave entrance when they suddenly stopped.

Using his spiritual power, he detected a figure walking out of the cave.

The four of them stepped back simultaneously to create some distance.

The little white snake coiled around Chen Yang's shoulder, its icy eyes fixed on the cave entrance.

The sound of footsteps came.

Soon, a staggering figure appeared at the cave entrance.

Wearing a red robe and a five-faced, five-elder crown, his attire was quite similar to that of Huang Daolin.

But his face looked as if it had been scalded with boiling water, making it look incredibly ugly.

All four of them went on high alert.

"Senior Brother Tong?"

Huang Daolin raised an eyebrow, carefully examined the person in front of him, and tentatively asked a question.

"Oh oh oh..."

The red-crested rooster that had led the way crowed loudly, flapped its wings excitedly, and pounced directly at the man.

"Oh!"

The man was holding a copper rod, and suddenly swung it.

The red-crested rooster didn't even have time to crow again before it was whipped away by the copper rod.

Chicken feathers were scattered all over the ground.

"Compassion, compassion."

While chanting words of compassion, Xuanjing and Xuanqing, one on the left and one on the right, approached the man's side, secretly intending to block his escape route.

Judging from the red-crested rooster's reaction, this person should be Tong Chen, the one they are looking for.

Surely it's not another puppet?
Chen Yang carefully examined the person in front of him. This long face was really ugly, and it really tested one's mental fortitude.

The man's attention was not on anyone else, but was fixed on Huang Daolin.

The hatred in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Why are you alright? I clearly know your birth date and time, Huang Daolin, you lied to me!" the man roared angrily.

He seemed to be having a mental breakdown; his whole body was trembling.

cheat?
Chen Yang was slightly taken aback.

This Tong Chen gives off the vibe of a victim of telecom fraud.

Enraged, Tong Chen threw the small wooden figure in his hand directly at Huang Daolin.

The little wooden figure fell at Huang Daolin's feet.

Huang Daolin looked down and immediately understood what was going on.

His face immediately turned cold.

But he quickly regained his composure and said calmly, "Compassion, compassion, senior brother, we are both members of the sorcery sect, you should know that things like birth dates and times are not to be given to others lightly..."

"You lied to me."

Tong Chen seemed to have lost his temper, pointing at Huang Daolin and angrily rebuking him, "Back then I thought you were honest and confided in you, Huang Daolin. I don't believe I've wronged you in the slightest. It's one thing for you to help these two monks against me, but to falsify my birth date and time? Do you know that the backlash of your magic will destroy my Dharma body..."

In his rage, he seemed to have forgotten what he was saying.

Huang Daolin looked at the wooden figure on the ground. The three characters "Huang Daolin" on the yellow talisman on its forehead were quite eye-catching.

His face darkened considerably; he couldn't fathom how this person could have the audacity to say such a thing.

If I had given you my real birth date back then, I would be the one lying here now.

You used evil magic to harm me, but you were instead harmed by the evil magic, and now you blame me for giving you a fake birth date and time.

What kind of thought process could lead someone to say something like that?

"Tong Daochen".

Huang Daolin said coldly, "You used evil magic to harm me, and the camaraderie between us has already been destroyed. This is all your own doing, so there's no need to get so worked up here. Now, I only ask you, was the disaster at Erlang Temple related to you?"

They used to call him "senior brother," but now they address him by his given name directly.

"Ah."

Tong Chen sneered, "So what if it's related, and so what if it's not? You want to kill me for revenge? It's been so many years, even if you kill me, do you think they'll come back to life?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Daolin frowned and gripped the iron hammer tightly in his hand.

Although Tong Chen did not admit it directly, his words were almost tantamount to an admission.

"Amitabha."

Xuanjing chanted a Buddhist prayer, then said, "Your body is already demonic. Today you are doomed. Honestly confess your accomplices, and this old monk can later chant the Rebirth Mantra for you to help you transcend..."

"Humph!"

Before Xuan Jing could finish speaking, Tong Chen rudely interrupted him, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at him, "I haven't offended any of you, yet you want to kill me all. What's wrong with Master You? He's just a pitiful person who craves power and immortality. Don't you Buddhists say that Heaven cherishes life...?"

“Heaven cherishes life, but you have already died once. You are nothing more than a dead person who has been forced to remain in this world. You have defied the way of Heaven and will not be tolerated by Heaven and Earth. Even if we do not kill you, you will eventually attract divine punishment and die without a burial place…” Xuan Qing said.

"fart."

Tong Chen shouted, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at everyone. "Now that my Dharma body has been shattered and my death is imminent, there's no point in saying more. Before I die, it wouldn't be so unfair if I could take you all down with me..."

Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly erupted, like an erupting volcano.

He slammed the copper rod in his hand into the ground.

The next second, Tong Chen's body seemed to be severely corroded, from his skin and flesh to his bones and internal organs, it quickly decomposed into a foul-smelling black liquid.

The bizarre scene, coupled with Tong Chen's recent harsh words, startled everyone, causing them to retreat in shock.

The foul-smelling black liquid flowed down the copper rod and quickly seeped into the ground.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the ground trembled, as if something was about to burst forth from the earth.

"what?"

Upon seeing this, everyone frowned.

Chen Yang even clicked his tongue.

This lineage of magic is truly wicked.

He had never fought a battle like this before. Even when he encountered the evil magic of the Western Frontier Secret Sect, he had never felt so troubled as he had this time.

This Tong Chen is only at the mid-stage of the Creation Realm, and his Wandering Master Body doesn't provide any physical enhancements. However, the techniques he uses are truly enough to reshape one's worldview.

(End of this chapter)