This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

As the two approached, the stench of blood and decay almost solidified.

Under the moonlight, they finally saw what the person looked like.

He was a very young man, no more than twenty years old.

His body was contorted, his life force as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, with only his chest rising and falling very slightly.

Around him, seven black banners, each over a meter tall, were prominently displayed on the ground.

The banner, painted with distorted ghost faces in dark red dye, fluttered silently in the night wind, exuding a nauseatingly sinister aura.

The dark figures surrounding the man were the spirits trapped in place by the black banner. They let out silent wails, wanting to escape but unable to, and could only passively absorb the life force emanating from the man.

Zhang Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Seven Fiends Soul-Locking Formation!"

When he uttered those five words, his voice was filled with barely suppressed anger.

"They're raising ghosts!"

Zhang Chen stared at the seven black banners, his face ashen, and said to Wang Xiaoer, "Use the life essence and fortune of the living as fodder, feed these seven yin spirits into ferocious demons, and then take away their drained fortune along with them!"

"This is the Five Ghosts Sect's method again!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken out a stack of yellow talismans and a small bronze compass from his canvas bag.

Just as Zhang Chen was about to step into the formation's range to forcibly break through and rescue the people, a sinister laugh came from behind the old locust tree next to him.

"Tsk tsk, two more fearless young Taoist priests have arrived."

A tall, thin figure slowly emerged from the shadow of the tree trunk.

The man was pale, without a trace of color, with sunken eyes, like a drug addict who had never seen the light of day.

He was dressed in an inappropriate black robe, and as he looked at Zhang Chen, who was about to make a move, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"You two brats think you can break my Seven Fiends Formation?"

Wang Xiaoer's gaze instantly locked onto him, his eyes as cold as ice in the twelfth lunar month.

Zhang Chen snorted coldly, said nothing more, held the compass in his left hand and three talismans between his right, and uttered a low shout.

"Imperial Edict!"

The three yellow talismans spontaneously combusted, transforming into three fireballs that shot towards the tall, thin man in a triangular formation.

The man didn't even look at it, but just smiled contemptuously and pointed at the black banner in the formation.

"Eat them!"

At his command, the seven black banners in the center of the formation trembled violently, and a great black light shone brightly.

The wailing spirits let out a piercing scream, their forms instantly swelling and twisting, transforming from illusory shadows into seven ferocious demons with hideous faces and sharp claws.

They were enveloped in thick black mist, and their red eyes were filled with savagery and hunger.

"roar!"

Three of the evil spirits suddenly pounced out, directly smashing the three balls of talisman fire with their bodies, without diminishing their momentum in the slightest.

The remaining four transformed into four black shadows from four directions, rushing towards Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer with lightning speed.

"Be careful!"

Zhang Chen's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected that this ghost had been fed to be so ferocious, even able to withstand his Samadhi True Fire Talisman.

He held the compass in front of his chest with his other hand, and a golden light instantly shone on the surface of the compass, forming a semi-transparent protective shield.

"Bang!"

A demon's claws slammed into the protective shield with a muffled thud, causing the golden light to shake violently.

Zhang Chen was forced back a step by the force, his blood surging.

With the support of the formation, these evil spirits are several times more powerful than ordinary vengeful ghosts.

He was entangled by three evil spirits, and for a moment he was caught off guard and at a disadvantage.

On the other side, a blue-faced, fanged demon grinned and pounced on Wang Xiaoer, who was standing still and seemed harmless.

In its eyes, this living person was a delicious snack.

Although Wang Xiaoer had quickly mastered many spells, he was at a loss as to how to use them in the face of the overwhelming stench and resentment. He simply held his breath instinctively.

He didn't dodge, nor did he have time to dodge.

The demon's claws had almost touched his face.

Just then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

"Awooo—!"

The menacing demon, less than half a meter from Wang Xiaoer, seemed to have crashed into a red-hot iron wall, letting out an extremely shrill and painful scream.

Its body, like a ball flung by a tremendous force, flew backward at an even faster speed than it had come, crashing heavily to the ground.

Large swaths of black ghostly energy evaporated from its body, and its form became much dimmer. It rolled on the ground in agony, no longer daring to approach.

Wang Xiaoer was stunned for a moment.

He looked down at himself, then at the screaming ghost, and immediately understood.

It must be my own "luck" that's at work.

This sudden turn of events caused both sides in the fierce battle to momentarily pause.

Zhang Chen forced back the evil spirit in front of him with one move and looked at Wang Xiaoer in astonishment.

The tall, thin man who had been wearing a mocking smile froze on his face.

His smile froze on his face, his sinister eyes fixed on Wang Xiaoer, his pupils first showing shock, then disbelief, and finally, unparalleled greed and fanaticism.

That gaze was like a traveler dying of thirst in the desert seeing an oasis, like a hungry wolf seeing the fattest lamb.

"A person of great fortune!"

The tall, thin man's voice changed, trembling with excitement.

"It's actually the legendary person with great fortune! Hahaha! This is truly heaven's help!"

He originally just wanted to refine a few little ghosts here, but he never expected to encounter such a rare and top-quality furnace.

"You choose the path to heaven but refuse to take it, while barging into the gates of hell when there are none!"

The tall, thin man's eyes turned incredibly crazed. He pointed at Wang Xiaoer and screamed shrilly.

"I'll take your luck along with me today!"

Looking at his greedy face, Wang Xiaoer felt a surge of anger, but a sinister smile crept across his face.

"Take me in?"

He stepped forward, blocking Zhang Chen's path as he fought the evil spirit. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire graveyard.

"You'll have to ask my ancestors if they'll agree!"

"act recklessly!"

The tall, thin man was completely enraged. He made a hand seal and slammed his hands down on the ground.

"Seven Fiends, listen to my command! Tear him apart! Just leave him alive!"

He no longer cared whether these ghosts would be damaged. As long as he could break through that protective barrier of fortune, even if he only tore off a small piece of flesh, he could follow the clues and seize this massive amount of fortune for himself!

Upon receiving the order, the remaining six evil spirits abandoned their attack on Zhang Chen. Along with the injured one on the ground, they all turned red-eyed and pounced on Wang Xiaoer from all directions like madmen.

Suddenly, ghosts wailed and demons howled, and a chilling wind arose.

Wang Xiaoer stood still, motionless.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like moths to a flame, one evil spirit after another crashed into the invisible barrier in front of him, only to be violently repelled, letting out painful howls.

Black ghostly energy splashed everywhere, only to be burned and evaporated by that unseen power.

Wang Xiaoer was like the eye of the storm, remaining unmoved despite the surrounding lightning and thunder.

He didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that he was the strongest bulwark at that moment.

The tall, thin man's face turned from white to green, then from green to red; he couldn't believe his eyes.

These are the Seven Fiends he fed with forbidden techniques, yet they can't even get close to a mortal!

Just how powerful is the fortune protecting him?!

Just as all the evil spirits were drawn to Wang Xiaoer, Zhang Chen, whose pressure had suddenly eased, found an opportunity.

He saw the tall, thin man distracted by shock, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Now!"

Zhang Chen moved with strange steps, his figure blurring as he bypassed several evil spirits that were futilely attacking Wang Xiaoer. The compass in his hand shone brightly with golden light, aiming straight for Yin Laosi's face.

"You demon, prepare to die!"