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Chapter 333 The Great Nuo
—This is not a magic technique from their Maoshan sect.

These so-called Twelve Great Nuo are the sacrificial methods of the ancient people. They were methods that the founder of Maoshan realized when he killed Taotie, beheaded Luwu, destroyed Feiyi, and sealed Qiongqi. However, because each time he used them, he had to pay a great price, so they were sealed away by the founder and could only be consulted by each successive sect leader.

However, since each sect leader basically chooses the fierce and unyielding method, even if people know that this powerful weapon exists, few people use it.

Headmaster He himself is fond of books and literature, and he practices the rare ritual and divine communication techniques. So as long as he has enough time and manpower, he can also perform these twelve great exorcisms.

Moreover.

He was already furious.

Yes, the Maoshan sect takes it upon themselves to slay demons and monsters and bring peace to the world. They are indeed willing to sacrifice themselves to protect the common people.

But that doesn't mean he's a person without feelings.

He still remembers the voices and smiles of his apprentices, and he still remembers every little thing they did on the mountain.

But now, they are dead.

No matter how many reasons you use to make excuses, even if you know they died willingly, but...
—I'm the one who brought them out.

as well as.

——Why?
The rage that had been building up in his heart began to burn fiercely like a furnace. At this moment, Qiongqi had taken over his mind and body and was about to engulf everything.

Otherwise.

This is the most crucial point now.

The disciples behind him had already lit incense, and Headmaster He, maintaining his last bit of clarity, began to recite the lyrics.

"The past is nameless, the past is silent; in this chaotic world, all is lost to the clouds."

Unlike ordinary folk opera performances, this is less a prayer and more a sacrificial ritual from thousands of years ago.

But the offerings were not to immortals or Buddhas, but to these ferocious beasts that resembled natural disasters.

Another disciple behind him had a red light in his eyes. At the same time, Headmaster He felt a moment of dizziness, as if he was about to be swallowed up by something inside his body.

Fortunately, he managed to maintain his senses at the last moment.

—This is only the first one. Including the fat man from the Three Families Association, I have a total of twelve levels to pass. Even for the sake of the lives of my dead disciples, I have to persevere.

Then.

The lyrics begin again.

"Without birth or death, there is no way to extinguish."

—And offstage.

The skeletons were already engaged in close combat with the living dead.

Perhaps realizing something was wrong, this attack was far more intense than before. The undead came rushing from every corner of the city, disregarding life and death, and each of them wore a bizarre smile that was both human and inhuman.

However, their offensive was firmly blocked outside the altar.

Admittedly, these monsters outnumbered the skeletons by tens or even hundreds of times, but even after turning to ash, they still maintained such a disciplined military formation.

Every thrust of the spear inevitably took away swarms of enemies, and every swing of the blade inevitably severed dozens of heads. These hundreds of white bones, at this moment, forged an indestructible reef, standing firm no matter how it was attacked.

Unfortunately, there are still too many enemies.

If one hundred doesn't work, try two hundred; if two hundred doesn't work, try three hundred; if three hundred doesn't work, try one thousand; if one thousand doesn't work, try ten thousand!

Looking around, one could see that one part of the earth was covered by nine parts living corpses!

The gleaming spear had just pierced a corpse when it was immediately engulfed by countless hands.

Blood rained down like a torrential downpour, a blood moon hung high in the sky, and ear-piercing, maniacal laughter echoed throughout the entire city.

On the stage.

The ritual for Headmaster He has reached its most crucial point.

A red light also shone in the eyes of the tenth disciple. His body, which had temporarily transformed into a sacrificial offering, knelt on the ground, and the will from the darkness was placed upon him like a heavy burden.

Headmaster He had never felt the sword in his hand so heavy. What he was wielding was no longer a long sword, but a piece of steel as heavy as a thousand pounds.

But he continued to walk with his feet on the ground, chanting hymns to God.

"In a world ravaged by plague and chaos, where evil runs rampant, I respectfully offer this song, and respectfully request this name."

Behind him, the last of the fat men, Xun, froze instantly. His eyes became unfocused and lifeless, and he seemed to merge with the mask.

Then, a deep red light shone in those pupils.

He then knelt down as well.

The next second, everyone started singing in unison.

"This song is respectfully presented; this name is requested."

"Use this as a sacrifice to transform evil into divinity!"

In an instant, the Maoshan sword was adopted as the symbol of the sect leader.
Disconnect now!

In the dark.

Hundreds of miles away.

Within the main peak of Maoshan.

—The deafening sound of the bell had already resounded throughout the entire mountain forest.

Those who had only recently joined the sect were still looking up at the place where the bell rang, bewildered. However, the elders, who were usually either righteous or stern, were already in complete chaos.

—The clock of destiny has struck.

That also means that something really big is going to happen to the sect leader!

But no one complained.

There have only been a handful of times since the founding of Maoshan that this bell needed to be disturbed.

And each time, it was a major calamity that affected at least one continent!

Under the commands and telepathic spells from all sides, the same bell tolled quickly across various mountain peaks and even in all the Taoist temples under Maoshan's jurisdiction.

The hundreds of bells rang in unison with the main bell, drawing upon the accumulated incense and fortune of Maoshan over hundreds of years.

Then, all of this crossed over into that endless void.

Ultimately, all the energy was gathered on Qiongqi, who had escaped its predicament!
When it was first freed, it was still in its furious, blood-soaked form with a tiger's head and giant wings. But as it took its first step, the bloodstains faded like water, returning to its smooth and clean fur. As it took its second step, its boundless rage dissipated like smoke. As it took its third step, its massive body slowly stood up. And as it took its fourth step, it had shed its beast form and transformed into a deity with a bear skin covering its hands, four golden eyes, black robes and red skirts, wielding a spear and shield.

And this was also the final killing move of Sect Leader He.

The Book of Exorcism states: "The name Nuo is established according to the seasons. From the palace to the common people, all can use it to expel evil spirits and drive away plagues."

While Qiongqi is indeed one of the ancient ferocious beasts, if we truly consider it, it is also one of the legendary divine beasts. Having a divine name, it must possess a divine position.

Even though this divine position has been forgotten over thousands of years, relying on the accumulated faith and fortune of Maoshan, and with Old He's cultivation, it is enough to push it back to its original state in a short time—and then, through his body, allow that ancient deity to descend upon the world once more.
That deity was the madman who was worshipped by all people in ancient times and led twelve beasts to devour ghosts and eradicate plagues.

Fang Xiangshi.

Recorded as
Expel the plague and swallow the evil!

At the same time, a piercing cry rang out.

In that space that had long since transformed into a demonic realm, the dead infant angrily turned its face—instantly, countless newborn ancestors beneath it joined in singing praises.

"The Saint of the North who saves lives by eliminating Yin."

"The Saint of the North who eliminates Yin and saves lives."

"—The Saint of the North, who eliminates Yin and saves lives!"

Thus, the name of the god was decided.

Without any waiting, in this vast city of the underworld, the two deities clashed instantly!
Below, Sect Leader He, having finally completed the sacrifice, coughed up blood and collapsed limply to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, his left hand had vanished into thin air.

Looking at his arm, now turned to dust, Sect Leader He raised the corners of his mouth, seemingly wanting to show a bitter smile, but it quickly turned into a deep sigh.

"It's just that I lost an arm. I'm really lucky this time. I'm telling you, young friend Zhou, this thing of mine won't last long. You guys better hurry up."

Hearing the deafening roar, Zhou You and Tao Le'an both raised their heads.

Above the sky, beneath the blood moon, the plague-slaying clouds and the filthy rain have collided.

Moreover, amidst the waving banners, more than ten giant beasts were already engaged in fierce battle with the avatar of the ghost infant. White bones and living corpses clashed on the ground, and roars and blood splattered in the sky.

Tao Le'an stared for a moment, then sighed.

"The Twelve Beasts Eat Ghosts Song. Although it can't be considered a Maoshan tradition, it's still one of their most treasured techniques. Daoist, we need to hurry."

Without Tao Le'an saying anything more, Zhou You sat on the roe deer, and with a wave of his sword, Duan Xie had already cut down a group of living corpses.

Some of them did try to resist, but before they could act, Zhou You's mount raised its hoof high and then kicked down hard.

The zombie's head immediately caved in half. It swayed and raised its hand, as if trying to grasp something, before being killed by a single sword strike.

—Whether it drank too much dragon blood or what, this roe deer, though still looking like it lacked intelligence, had become much stronger. Getting kicked by it was basically a death sentence or serious injury.

Seeing that the road had been cleared, Tao Le'an, who was on horseback, put down the talisman, took out a porcelain bottle, poured the contents into his mouth like beans, and then picked up his wine jug and gulped it down.

Zhou You had seen Zhengde take this stuff before. It seemed to be a secret medicine from the Zhenxie Division, which used lifespan as a price to unleash potential—but people took it one pill at a time. You're going to kill yourself by swallowing the whole bottle like this?

Tao Le'an coughed a few times, and an unnatural redness appeared on his pale face.

But he didn't care at all, and instead said to Zhou You.

"Master, I feel we are very close to the entrance. Please be prepared."

"What preparation?"

"It's nothing really, just jumping!"

With these words, Tao Le'an had already put away the jade horse and leaped forward!
Although Zhou You could see that this place was not the same as the previous ruins, he knew very well that Tao Le'an would not try to fool him at this time, so he patted the still reluctant roe deer and then jumped out as well.

— It was like jumping into a sticky, thin film.

Then, it was as if I had been immersed in formalin, surrounded by a putrid and icy liquid. My consciousness suddenly sank, as if I had fallen into a bottomless vortex.

When I opened my eyes again, the city was gone.

Similarly, the original flesh and blood mother tree is nowhere to be seen.

It's hard for Zhou You to describe the scene in this space.

It felt like the most imaginative creation of a child, or a pure gathering point of all malice. The whole world was distorted and colorful, with no distinction between up, down, left, and right. The ground was covered with nauseating graffiti, the houses were bizarre and strange, and numerous absurd artworks decorated the whole world.

Zhou You looked at a pillar beside him.

The pillar was crooked and twisted, like an abstract artwork created by a modern artist after much deliberation. However, the materials far exceeded the imagination of any modern artist—the pillar was covered with layers of human skin sewn together, the branches were tangled arms, and dozens of heads hung at the top, their internal organs, heads, and even brains exposed nakedly to the air.

Furthermore, as Zhou You and his companion approached, the pulsation of those things suddenly intensified.

Its meaning is self-evident.

Looking up, there are thousands upon thousands of these bizarre and terrifying things, each unique and each with an 'artistic' quality far exceeding human imagination.

Zhou You remained silent for a long time, suppressing the urge to draw his sword and destroy everything, and then asked Tao Le'an.

"So this is the realm of that dead infant, or rather, this so-called Holy Land of the Northern Yin-Severing Salvation?"

Naturally, he had also heard Qi Song just now.

however.

Tao Le'an shook his head resolutely, then pressed his temples as if he were enduring some immense pain, and said, word by word.

"No, this is not His. Although the Thick Earth Sect used the entire state to form an array, breaking the gates of the Netherworld City and allowing the ancestors to be reborn from an egg, the seal is still in effect. As long as this thing remains in this city, it will still be just a 'deity' with divinity but no substance, and it is impossible for it to create things like the Six Heavens and Thirty-Two Heavens of the Desire Realm."

"Then who created this abstract space?"

Tao Le'an looked around and suddenly opened his mouth unconsciously, as if he wanted to utter a name—but then he realized something and covered his mouth tightly.

The force was so great that blood even spurted out.

After a while, he moved his hand away, spat out a mouthful of blood, gasped for breath a few times, and then continued speaking.

"This is a toy that some 'being' casually created. It was a birth gift given to this baby with foreshadowing. But I can't say more. If we mention even a single word of that person's name, we will all die without a burial place."

Zhou You stared at Tao Le'an's face, and finally sighed, saying nothing more.

"Now that we're inside, and the zombies have been lured away by Old He's group, where should we go next?"

Tao Le'an waved out a talisman, closed his eyes to sense it for a while, and then spoke.

"That dead infant isn't far from here, and it has even created a Dharma body to fight against Fang Xiangshi. It should be our best option now."

But before he could finish speaking, a soft female voice suddenly rang out in the open space.

The voice was soft and ethereal, like the song of a lark—yet it also carried a certain alluring quality that made one yearn for more.

"Hello, are you a guest?"

After that, many of these statements began to be repeated.

"Hello, are you a guest?"

(End of this chapter)