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Chapter 527 Join forces
In an instant, all the spells were swept away, leaving everything as clean as if they had never existed.

Those cannon fodder who rushed forward were stunned for a full seven or eight seconds. Then, something even more terrifying happened.

The one at the very front suddenly slowed down.

Then, the spores burst open on his body.

At first, it was just a small branch, easily overlooked if you weren't paying attention. But soon, vegetation grew lushly on that fleshy body. In the blink of an eye, the entire body of flesh turned into nutrients, leaving only a cluster of flourishing greenery blooming together.

It's beautiful enough, but unfortunately...
Nobody had the inclination to appreciate it.

These guys were, after all, a mob. Whether it was for profit or coercion, although they were gathered under Master Ada's command, their morale was about the same as that of a bunch of rabble.

If things went smoothly, their combat abilities might still be somewhat usable, but given the current situation...
Just a few breaths.

The remaining people scattered and fled.

Master Ada's eyes were bloodshot as he roared.

"Are you a bunch of idiots?! There's still hope if we give it a shot, but if we just run away like this..."

He didn't need to say anything more.

Donghua Zhenjun snorted coldly, took a step forward, and then snapped his fingers.

And so, all the escapees began to flourish and grow—

In fact, not only those who opposed Donghua Zhenjun, but even those who initially retreated, all grew vegetation on their bodies.

Some people watched helplessly as they were turned into nourishment, and knelt down to beg.

"True Lord, True Lord! This has nothing to do with me! I haven't colluded with that Tantric sect, why are you..."

Donghua Zhenjun merely glanced at it, then suddenly grinned maliciously.

"Why? I invited you all here out of kindness, and even brought out my entire fortune to entertain you, and what did you do? You all have ulterior motives and are just trying to find some excuse to double-cross me, is that it?"

The man still tried to struggle, saying with all his might.

"But, True Lord, I didn't even fight you."

"—You think I don't know what you're up to? You're all just trying to reap the benefits without lifting a finger. Those sect disciples, every single one of you has ulterior motives."

Donghua Zhenjun was too lazy to waste any more words. He simply waved his hand, and the overgrown grass engulfed the man's throat.

Then he turned to look at the two culprits behind the attack.

"First negotiate, then frame me, you want to bind me to morality and then catch me off guard, right? Ha, as expected of the Tantric sect, what a damn good scheme!"

Hearing those words, which, though spoken with laughter, were clearly born of intense anger, Ada Rinpoche's voice became extremely hoarse.

"You've already prepared for the ceremony, but that's impossible. According to our information, the first batch of blood offerings hasn't even arrived yet. How could you possibly have done it ahead of schedule?"

Now that the situation is much better, True Lord Donghua is no longer in a hurry. Instead, he takes things one step at a time, explaining as if he were a cat playing with a mouse.

"Actually, it's nothing much. It's just killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. After all, it's a big deal, so I had to be prepared for anything. That's why I had my men find a reason to massacre a few villages and then transport the fish over ahead of time."

"You're insane! Those powerful sects won't let you get away with this."

But Donghua Zhenjun simply smiled.

"If we're discovered, we won't let them off the hook; if we're not discovered, those few villages are just unfortunate victims of bandits. What does that have to do with me, the True Lord?"

As he spoke, he patted his belly hard, causing the fungus to fall off.

"—Once I, the True Lord, establish my own sect and protect this region, I will still be worshipped by these mortals. After developing in this way for several hundred years, and finding a guardian spirit beast, I, the True Lord, will still be invited to the Heavenly Origin Assembly to seek immortality and ask the Dao!"

Upon hearing this, Guru Ada said no more and, with his only remaining arm, tremblingly pulled a bone rosary from his bosom.

Then, crush it forcefully.

A crack suddenly appeared in the air.

A man and a woman, two skeleton statues, emerged hand in hand, then danced an absurd and bizarre dance as they marched toward Donghua Zhenjun.

Zhou You, who was hiding in the corner, recognized this thing.

The wondrous Dharma form of the Corpse Forest Protector caused considerable trouble for Buddha Heart at the time, and it was only by joining forces with Zhengde that it was barely suppressed.

But now it seems
This thing that doesn't actually appear in person, but is just a phantom, is like a mini-boss in a game.

Similarly, Master Ada knew that this thing could not stop True Lord Donghua, especially this True Lord who had received the blessing—but immediately, a magic sword shrouded in black mist was swung out from the side.

That guy named Mo Laowu finally took to the stage himself!

"Good, good, good!"

Donghua Zhenjun exclaimed "Good!" three times, and without using any magic, simply slammed down his giant palm—

A deafening roar, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had caved in!
The image of the Lord of the Corpse Forest was forcibly shoved into the ground by about ten inches—but this was not the most dangerous part. Upon contact, mycelium rapidly spread between the bones, corroding a large area in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Ada Lama also suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

However, taking advantage of this gap, Mo Laowu finally arrived in front of Donghua Zhenjun. His magic sword whistled, restraining the opponent's hands and feet, while several coffin nails popped out and drove firmly into the brownish-yellow fat.

"...Seven Killing Nails? No, you're not one either. Never mind, it's none of my business who it is."

Although the bluish-purple veins began to spread at the nail, Donghua Zhenjun remained unconcerned and reached down to grab at it again.

Mo Laowu tried to dodge, but before he knew it, several vines had wrapped around his heels. Although the force was not great, it was enough to give him a moment's rest.

And this time...
It is the difference between life and death.

Seeing that the hand was about to grab him, Mo Laowu could only use the black mist in his magic sword to block it, while shouting loudly.

"You've been watching the show for so long, isn't it time to make your move?"

However, there was complete silence all around, and no one answered.

Hearing the creaking sound of the magic sword struggling under the weight, Mo Laowu's expression darkened even further.

"If we die, do you think you can escape unscathed? Don't forget, you were also one of the guests involved."

Still no response.

A 'click' sound.

The magic sword finally shattered.

Mo Laowu, his voice blazing with despair, cried out as if his defenses had been broken, "Tongtian Sword, are you just going to stand by and watch?!"

Then, a sigh finally came from between the seats.

"I can help you, but can we make a deal? Can you tell me who came up with this incredibly corny nickname? I want to go and kill that bastard."

As he spoke, Zhou You pushed aside the corpse in front of him and stepped out.

The movements were not fast, nor were they even neat, but in the blink of an eye, they had already arrived in front of Donghua Zhenjun!
The obese giant was stunned for several seconds before roaring fiercely.

"Ling Yuan, the Heaven-Reaching Sword!! What are you doing here?!"

Zhou You sighed softly again.

"Would you believe me if I said I just happened to be passing by?"

Of course, he didn't care whether the other party believed him or not. He first swept down with his Wanren sword, and with the force of using four ounces to move a thousand, he easily pried open the giant hand. Mo Laowu rolled over in a disheveled manner, barely avoiding being turned into mincemeat.

Donghua Zhenjun ignored the guy who had narrowly escaped death, and instead stared at Zhou You with bloodshot eyes—but Zhou You had already lightly dropped his sword, taken a few steps back, grabbed Mo Laowu's clothes, and retreated from the area.

Then, the Corpse Forest Protector and his wife, who had just climbed out of the pit, came to take over again!

Taking advantage of this brief break, Zhou You grabbed Mo Laowu and casually said something.

"Hey, how did you recognize me?"

Mo Laowu coughed up a bunch of bloody foam, then said in a hoarse voice.

"At this point, this is the first thing you ask?"

"Just out of curiosity. Besides, we're not really friends. Knowing how you recognized me will put my mind at ease."

Mo Laowu hesitated for only a few seconds before answering crisply and decisively.

"It's just that I know that Blood Butcher. I know he doesn't look like you, and he doesn't have the skill to use a sword. Then, based on the sword style, I can deduce that you are the only one left in this area who can use a fast sword and is capable of using such a fast sword."

"I see." Zhou You nodded. "So you mean we should temporarily cease hostilities and fight the BOSS together?"

"Put silk? What's that?"

"It's that True Lord Donghua. But judging from your confident demeanor before, you must have had some backup plan, right?"

"Yes, but you have to keep that thing occupied first!"

"Well."

Zhou You casually tossed Mo Laowu aside—for some reason, this guy was much lighter than he looked—then turned around and charged again!
In just a short while, one of the Corpse Forest Protectors and his wife had been destroyed, leaving only a lush mushroom thicket where they had been. The other was also struggling to survive, its entire body covered by mycelium, and it seemed destined to perish as well.

But at that moment, the sword light slashed down again.

Honestly, compared to that giant's body, this sword light was not much different from a paper cutter—however, facing the approaching Wan Ren, Donghua Zhenjun gave up the Corpse Forest Protector that was within his grasp, and immediately turned his body, facing Zhou You with a heavy expression.

As the saying goes, a person's reputation is reflected in their actions. Just how much fame did this original owner have that made this guy treat him with such caution?

However, these were all insignificant things, merely flashing through his mind—and facing the obese body that was forcing its way in, Zhou You did a somersault, freeing his body by more than ten feet, and slashed back with his sword, cutting a narrow gash in Donghua Zhenjun!

For an ordinary person, this would have been enough to disembowel them, but Donghua Zhenjun simply wiped it away nonchalantly, and the dense fungus filled the area again, instantly healing the injury.

Tsk, this healing power is indeed a bit difficult to deal with. No wonder it's a high-difficulty script; even a random guy has such abilities.

Seeing the large, fan-like hand swing down again, Zhou You imagined using his own speed to dodge it, just like before.

However, just as he took his first step, he suddenly noticed a problem.

Without realizing it, my body seemed to have become much stiffer. Wait a minute!
I was clearly watching my step the whole time and didn't get tangled in the vegetation, so why did I suddenly slow down?
But then he noticed something else.

—It is a spore.

Before I knew it, the spores released by those mushrooms had covered the entire room, and with each breath, they continued to seep into my body!
The Jing Shen Food Potion and the Heavenly Dragon Bloodline were running at full power, but it would still take about three or four breaths to force out these spores.

In three or four breaths
Just like the crisis Mo Laowu had just faced, Donghua Zhenjun had changed his palm into a fist and smashed it down like a mountain-breaking hammer!
moment.

The ground seemed to shake!
However, amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Donghua Zhenjun's sinister smile suddenly froze.

It doesn't feel right.

When it hit, the sensation wasn't the feeling of a person being crushed into mincemeat, but rather a light, floating sensation, more like...
He raised his arm and looked inside.

—What's stuck on top is paper.

A paper figure painted with exaggerated oil paints, laughing incessantly!

(Substitute Paper Doll, Effect: This paper doll can be manually activated. When activated, it will appear at the user's original location, and the user will be teleported to another random location within 100 meters.)
At this moment, Zhou You was already standing at the gate, looking directly at Donghua Zhenjun, then drawing his bow and nocking an arrow.

The arrows used were just ordinary large feathered arrows, but the shafts were wrapped with talismans he had drawn.

next moment.

The arrow shot out like lightning, streaking through the air in a flash, before exploding like the sun as it pierced Donghua Zhenjun's body.

Admittedly, Zhou You is only half-baked in everything except swordsmanship, and even his talisman skills are only just beginning to improve. But half-baked skills always have their own methods of operation.

For example, the combination of talismans and bows and arrows often produces some miraculous effects, doesn't it?

Flames engulfed Donghua Zhenjun's body—for the first time since the fight began, he let out a shrill scream, frantically pounding his body and even causing the surrounding vegetation to surge wildly in an attempt to extinguish the burning fire.

Otherwise.

This is real fire summoned by talisman magic, how can it be extinguished so easily?
The fire grew stronger and stronger, and the thriving fungi became the best fuel, covering most of the body in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Mo Laowu and Master Ada finally completed their preparations.

After the recitation of the scriptures by the master Ada stopped, he suddenly gouged out his right eyeball, threw it into the bone bowl, and then crushed it without hesitation.

As the blood energy rose, the almost motionless Corpse Forest Protector suddenly swelled several feet, then desperately embraced the burning Donghua Zhenjun.

Mo Laowu, meanwhile, held a fragment of the magic sword and muttered incantations.

"Seven souls are given to grass puppets, three spirits are entrusted to the frost of the underworld. One nail pierces the crown of the head, Mars burns the fontanelle, two nails pierce the spirit platform, Ketu corrodes the heart's light, three nails nail the corpse dog, Taiyin rots the liver and intestines. The seven nails are not poison, Rahu destroys Yin and Yang. Borrow your weapons and evil spirits, nail this withered marrow! Three inches of spirit on the head, feet tied to the calamity of the nine springs—where the stars are nailed to the constellations, let the inch of soul burn the heavenly ridge!"

A rusty coffin nail slipped from his hand, and then he aimed it at the shadow of Donghua Zhenjun and slammed it down!

next moment.

That body resembled a demon god.
Finally, it stopped.

(End of this chapter)