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Chapter 150 Fighting
The evil spirits were broken and the chaos arose.

The two skeletons blocked Zhou You's path as before, but just as they took a step, the sun in the sky suddenly turned.

Then, a soft chanting sounded.

“Om, Pramarindra, Svaha.”

The sound was soft and calm, yet so ethereal, as if it could vanish with the wind at any moment—

however.

The moment the scripture began to play, the two monsters abruptly stopped.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that countless fine gold threads are wrapped around them, binding every joint and every bone tightly, and one can also vaguely see countless flowing characters flashing by.

Upon seeing this, the lama suddenly paused in surprise.

Then, a look of astonishment flashed across his face.

“Zhengde, you have received three full blood curses from your master, how could you still be able to operate the Six Paths of Reincarnation technique like this—unless…”

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked in one direction from the crowd, his voice filled with unwavering certainty.

"Unless you abandon Zen and turn to Tantra—are you fucking insane?!"

however.

Only a calm voice came from the crowd.

"This humble monk is not insane. It is just that my mission is not yet complete. Therefore, no matter the cost, I must preserve this mutilated body. After this matter is settled, this humble monk will go to the Pure Light Demon-Suppressing Relic Pagoda to dissolve all my cultivation and be permanently imprisoned in the pagoda, never to enter the world again."

The lama opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something again.

But at that moment, a flash of cold light appeared.

The blade of the Demon Slayer had already approached him to within three zhang!

If he utters another word, the sword will be aimed straight for his throat!
Seeing this, the lama had no choice but to deal with the imminent crisis.

He dispersed the hand seals, grabbed a vajra staff, and held it horizontally in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, swords and staffs clashed.

Both sides were taken aback.

Zhou You was surprised that the person who seemed to be a sorcerer actually possessed some skill, and not a weak one at that.

The lama was stunned by the sword.

Too fast, and fucking efficient!

His Vajra Staff was forged from refined iron mixed with bitter gold. Although it was far inferior to the skull imbued with magic, it could hardly leave even a scratch in the clash of ordinary weapons.

But now, a long crack has appeared on the staff.

Out of heartache, the lama suddenly swung his vajra staff down from above.

I'll take your life!

The staff struck like thunder, accompanied by a whooshing sound, and the withered human head on it was still emitting a shrill sound, which was very disturbing and confusing. But Zhou You seemed to be completely unaffected. With the flow of his sword, he had already deflected the vajra staff, and at the same time, his other hand had already drawn a short dagger, which was aimed straight at the lama's center.

However, just as he was about to succeed, he suddenly heard a whooshing sound behind him.

Without any hesitation, Zhou You pushed off the ground forcefully, his body coming to a sudden stop, and then leaped to the side—

The next moment, a skull club slammed heavily onto the spot where he had just been standing. If he had hesitated for even a second, he would be suffering the fate of having his brains splattered.

Zhou You has never forgotten.

—You know, this lama has four arms!

Seeing that his first attempt had failed, the lama used his skeletal arm to hold the conch shell in front of him, then puffed out his chest and blew it out forcefully again.

Thick, sticky blood plasma once again covered the ground, this time covering a smaller area but with even greater force. Countless arms, their flesh ripped off while still alive, could be vaguely seen emerging from it, and amidst the churning, foul blood, countless heads floated and sank.

A sinister smile crept across the lama's face. "Your sword may be fast and sharp, but what use is it if it can't get close?"

The lama had already imagined the scene of Zhou You being swallowed by the pool of blood—

After his death, Zhengde was no longer a threat.

Although there were unexpected events on this trip, I managed not to disappoint my guru!

but.

—The moment the pool of blood swept over that body.

A deeper crimson color suddenly burst forth from it.

The foul-smelling blood plasma exploded instantly, and the countless bone hands and skeletons were already pulverized while still in mid-air.

All the lama's expressions were frozen on his face.

—What the hell is this?!
But before he could react, a ghostly figure burst out of the blood pool.

At this moment, the lama finally saw clearly what kind of being had broken his Dharma.

That is evil spirit.

It was as if countless evil spirits and heretics had been slaughtered, and the murderous aura had been built up with lives!
Faced with this sudden situation, the lama seemed to be caught off guard.

But he wasn't some ugly witch; even if something happened suddenly, he had a way to deal with it.

Then, this person directed two skeletal arms to block the way—as expected, under the sword blade wreathed in bloodlust, the two arms, along with the magical artifacts on them, were severed in the blink of an eye, as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Without regretting these things, the lama quickly formed the Great Mudra of Tantra.

"Hum!"

As the words of Dharma fell, a distorted figure vaguely appeared behind him. This figure had one face and two arms, and its entire body was white bone. It stood on a lotus and moon wheel cushion, making a wild dance.

—It is the very form of the principal deity of the charnel ground!
Then the white bone deity pointed his index finger toward where Zhou You was.

The air instantly froze, and within that area, everything, whether alive or dead, whether wood or stone, rapidly shattered, eroded by the wind, and finally turned into dust that filled the sky.

The surrounding malevolent energy was no exception.

In the blink of an eye, the outer layer of blood demon turned into dust!
Although this is the accumulated evil energy of the Yun Jing Sect over generations, it is ultimately just an ordinary thing. The thing opposite is the master of the Eight Great Cold Forests, a deity of the Tantric sect who controls life and death—although it is just a projected form—but this is not something that ordinary people can contend with.

Once the main blood evil is completely eliminated, the ground will be covered in filthy blood, and Zhou You will be instantly reduced to ashes.

Zhou You remained completely calm.

He simply faced the lama who was performing the ritual, opened his mouth, and spoke softly.

"Om".

The lama was stunned by the chanting of the death curse.

Although with his strength, this incantation only affected him for less than a breath, but that short time was enough for Zhou You to do a lot.

For example, he dispersed the blood demon and bent down.

Then, exert force with your feet.

—Looking again, he was already very close to the lama!
The blade slashed past, its cold edge as sharp as moonlight, yet the lama still refused to give up, intending to fight to the death—however, just as he raised his vajra staff, a few strands of golden thread silently wrapped around his hand.

The lama was taken aback, then roared angrily.

"Zhengde, you son of a bitch—"

Before he could finish speaking, the longsword had already struck down.

Blood splattered.

(End of this chapter)