This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Boom—!

It was a closed villa, and there wasn't even a single dark cloud outside the window.

But right below the ceiling of this study, a muffled thunderclap suddenly rang out!

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a vast and majestic aura from the ancient wilderness, penetrating straight to the depths of one's heart.

Wang Xiaoer felt a "buzz" in his ears, and all the hairs on his body stood up instantly. A tingling electric sensation instantly ran through his body.

Then, a scene he would never forget unfolded.

Thin, hair-like silver arcs of electricity suddenly appeared out of thin air in the study!

They were like sentient silver snakes, crackling as they frantically converged on the peach wood sword that Zhang Chen held high in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the jet-black wooden sword transformed into a dazzling lightning sword!

The blinding silver light illuminated the entire dimly lit study as bright as day, and all the ghostly figures in the dark corners had nowhere to hide under this magnificent light.

The terracotta warrior, which had been laughing arrogantly, suddenly stopped laughing.

For the first time, its scarlet eyes revealed an extremely human-like terror.

As a product of extreme yin and evil, it understands better than anyone what this power means.

That's its natural enemy!

It is an absolute power capable of completely obliterating it from the world!

"Jehovah!!!"

The ghost puppet let out a shrill scream, its previous arrogance completely gone.

Its body swayed, transforming into a thick black mist, and it rushed towards the bronze box on the ground without regard for anything else.

It wanted to escape!

It wants to retreat back to its old nest, which can isolate all yang energy!

"You want to go back now?"

Zhang Chen's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Too late!"

He did not pursue, but stood still, his body like a bow, his right hand holding the sword and pulling it back, making a throwing javelin motion.

next second.

collapse!

It sounded as if a bowstring snapped in the air.

Zhang Chen flicked his wrist, and the peach wood sword, which was filled with lightning from the heavens, flew out of his hand!

call out--!

The peach wood sword transformed into a silver lightning bolt, tearing through the air with an unstoppable and terrifying momentum, striking first despite being behind!

That was too fast.

It was so close that only a blurry image remained on Wang Xiaoer's retina.

The ghostly terracotta warrior in mid-air was less than half a meter away from the bronze box, and it looked like it was about to crawl inside.

puff!

A dull thud as a sharp blade pierced flesh.

The silver lightning pierced through the black mist with perfect precision!

The immense inertia carried the ghost puppet directly past the bronze box, slamming it heavily against the wall behind it!

"boom!!!"

A loud bang.

The entire wall shook violently, and white ash fell down in a rustling sound.

The peach wood sword was deeply embedded in the wall, about a third of its length, and the blade was still trembling wildly, emitting a "humming" sound like a dragon's roar.

A dense array of silver arcs of electricity exploded instantly around the sword, like a giant silver spider web spreading out on the wall, trapping the dark ghost puppet in the center.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The originally dense and impenetrable black energy, in the face of the extremely powerful and yang thunder magic, was like snow meeting the blazing sun, rapidly melting and disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Heh—ah—!!"

The terracotta warrior let out a final, desperate, and piercing scream.

Its clay body began to crack under the impact of the lightning.

The black mist that emanated from the cracks was no longer there, but a dazzling golden light.

Click!

A crisp sound.

The ghost puppet exploded completely, turning into countless black fragments the size of fingernails, which fell to the ground with a crackling sound and then disappeared without a trace.

The entire study fell silent instantly.

Only the peach wood sword nailed to the wall still occasionally flashed with a faint arc of electricity, demonstrating the terrifying power of the attack just now.

Wang Xiaoer opened his mouth wide, his chin almost hitting his feet.

He stared blankly at the deep pit on the wall, which was still emitting blue smoke, his mind completely blank.

This is... Taoist magic?

Is this Zhang Chen's true strength?

So...so damn handsome!

If it weren't for the inappropriate situation, he would have rushed up to Zhang Chen, grabbed his leg, and shouted, "God, carry me!"

Even Mr. Qian and Mr. Zhao, who were lying on the ground, were stunned by this miraculous scene. They even forgot to cry and stared blankly at Zhang Chen, who seemed to have descended from heaven.

However, Zhang Chen's face showed no sign of relaxation.

He didn't even have time to pull the sword off the wall.

Because at the very moment the ghost figurine shattered, the study door finally opened completely.

"Squeak—"

Amidst the teeth-grinding scraping sound, an even colder and more violent malevolent aura, like a floodgate bursting open, surged in!

There was a "person" standing at the door.

No, to be precise, it was a terracotta figurine of the same size as the shattered ghost figurine, but with a completely different shape.

She was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, her head covered with a red veil, obscuring her face.

However, the aura emanating from it was more than ten times more terrifying than that armored "Yang Terracotta Warrior" from before!

It stood quietly at the doorway. Although it had no eyes, everyone in the study could clearly feel a venomous gaze fixed on the pile of terracotta fragments in the corner.

That's its "companion".

"whee……"

A faint, delicate laugh suddenly rang out in everyone's ears.

The voice was very soft and gentle, like a lover's whisper in your ear.

But hearing it makes you feel like your blood is freezing.

Wang Xiaoer felt a sudden "buzz" in his head, and began to hallucinate.

He seemed to see a woman in a red wedding dress walking towards him step by step, reaching out her pale hand, wanting to touch his face.

"Don't listen!"

Zhang Chen let out a loud shout, like a resounding bell, instantly shattering the illusion before Wang Xiaoer's eyes.

Wang Xiaoer suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had unknowingly stepped half a step out of the cinnabar circle!

And that red-clad ghost puppet had somehow drifted to within three meters of him!

Holy crap!

Wang Xiaoer cursed under his breath and hurriedly made a hand seal to retreat.

Zhang Chen had no sword in his hand at this moment, but his face still showed no sign of panic.

He strode forward, blocking the three of them, his hands rapidly forming a hand seal, and coldly shouted:

"What a formidable pair of yin and yang fiends!"

"You're heartbroken now that I've ruined your lover's life?"

The red-clad ghost puppet seemed to understand Zhang Chen's words; its red robes suddenly became so vibrant that they looked as if they were about to drip blood.

"die...You're all going to die down here..."

A broken, hoarse female voice, like the strain of a broken bellows, came from under her red veil.

As it made its sound, the temperature in the entire study dropped sharply, and a thin layer of white frost began to form on the walls.

The bronze box on the ground shook violently again, as if in response to its arrival.

Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes. He could sense that this "Yin Puppet" was far stronger than the "Yang Puppet" from before.

Moreover, it seems to possess a higher level of intelligence.

But what Zhang Chen cared about more was another matter.

"Holy crap! So it wasn't that they weren't intelligent, it was just that they couldn't understand the language!"

Zhang Chen finally couldn't control his emotions and instantly reverted to his usual unserious self.

"You want us dead? We'll see if you have a good set of teeth!"

As he spoke, Zhang Chen took another step forward.

But this time he did not rush to attack. Instead, he quickly retreated two steps to the "Kun" position of the Bagua formation.

"Waiter!"

Zhang Chen shouted loudly without turning his head.

"Yes!" Wang Xiaoer replied subconsciously.

"Give me that inkwell from your bag!"

Wang Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and hurriedly rummaged through his backpack to pull out the inkwell and threw it at Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen reached out and steadily caught the ink line.

At this moment, the red-clad ghost figurine had already floated into the study.

Wherever it passed, the vermilion lines on the ground began to turn black at a visible speed, becoming ineffective!

It's breaking through the formation!