This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The tall, thin man snapped back to reality, realizing Zhang Chen was already close, and hurriedly retreated.

But Zhang Chen's attack was so fast and urgent that he couldn't completely dodge it in his haste.

Just then, a demon that had been flung away landed right in Zhang Chen's path.

Seeing Zhang Chen so close, it let out a ferocious roar, abandoned the bone that Wang Xiaoer couldn't chew, and instead clawed at Zhang Chen's back.

Wang Xiaoer witnessed this, his pupils contracted, and he shouted, "Brother Chen, behind us!"

Zhang Chen was attacking the tall, thin man with all his might, leaving his back wide open.

Upon hearing Wang Xiaoer's reminder, he was startled and forcefully twisted his body, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow to his back.

"Sizzle!"

The sound of sharp claws tearing through clothes and flesh rang out.

Although the demon's claws failed to strike a vital spot, they left three deep, bone-revealing scratches on Zhang Chen's left arm.

"Hmm!"

Zhang Chen groaned, feeling an extremely cold and icy aura rushing into his body through the wound, instantly freezing half of his body.

The wound on his arm turned into an eerie bluish-black color at a speed visible to the naked eye, with black energy spreading upwards along the blood vessels like thin snakes.

It's corpse poison!

Upon seeing this, the tall, thin man was not alarmed but rather delighted. He took the opportunity to create some distance and let out a triumphant laugh.

"Hahaha! Once you're afflicted by my Corpse Demon, even a god can't save you! Just wait to become a walking corpse!"

Unable to defeat Wang Xiaoer through direct attack, they unexpectedly severely injured the troublesome young Taoist priest.

The tall, thin man looked at Zhang Chen, whose movements had become sluggish due to the corrosive effects of the corpse poison, and then at the unscathed "Great Fortune Master," a sinister smile flashing in his eyes.

He slowly pulled something out of his pocket.

It was a whistle, entirely black, made from the bones of some unknown creature, covered with intricate and eerie runes, emanating an aura colder and more malevolent than any demon.

The tall, thin man slowly placed the black bone whistle to his pale lips.

He looked at Zhang Chen, who was sluggish and afflicted by the corpse poison, and then glanced at Wang Xiaoer, who could only passively take the beating. His eyes were like those of someone looking at two corpses about to fall.

The next second, a piercing, otherworldly whistle shattered the deathly silence of the cemetery.

The sound wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, as if it pierced directly into a person's brain.

As the whistle sounded, the ground of the abandoned cemetery began to tremble slightly.

A surge of malevolent energy, a hundred times more potent than the Seven Fiends Formation, erupted from the depths of the earth, like a ferocious beast that had slumbered for a thousand years being awakened from its nightmare by the whistle.

The air suddenly became viscous like water, chilling to the bone.

"not good!"

Zhang Chen's face instantly turned ashen, not from the bluish-black color caused by the corpse poison, but from the horror that came from his very bones.

He stared intently at the tall, thin man who had blown the bone whistle, and roared out with all his might.

"He's going to summon the Earthly Fiends! Stop him!"

Earthly Fiends!

That is the yin and filth accumulated by the earth, a true deadly evil! Once it is stirred and takes form, not only the two of them, but the entire area within several miles will be turned into a ghostly realm!

Wang Xiaoer's heart sank suddenly.

He looked at the black aura that had spread from Zhang Chen's arm to his shoulder, and then at the young man lying on the ground whose breath was getting weaker and weaker. An uncontrollable anger and impatience surged to his head.

Although he knew some magic and talismans, he couldn't think of what to use right now, and charging straight in would be suicide.

But could he just stand by and watch Brother Chen and that innocent person die here? He couldn't do it!

What should I do?

In desperation, a ridiculous idea flashed through Wang Xiaoer's mind.

He recalled the scene of the evil spirit crashing into him and flying backward, the luck he had accumulated over several lifetimes, and the feeling of exhaustion he had when he caught Yin Laowu last time.

This luck seems to be something that can be...actively used?

Can't we make this bastard suffer?

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Wang Xiaoer stared intently at the tall, thin man who was engrossed in casting a spell, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had concentrated all his strength into his throat.

He concentrated, screaming wildly in his mind, which finally turned into a roar that came out of his mouth.

"You fucking trip me up!"

The sound was not loud, and it sounded somewhat comical amidst the howling wind and eerie whistling.

The tall, thin man didn't even bother to look at him, treating it as the last wails of an ant.

However, the words had barely left his mouth.

The tall, thin man was standing on a flat, open space when he suddenly tripped over something.

He lost his balance instantly, staggered violently, and fell forward.

The feeling was as if an invisible hand reached out from the ground and viciously grabbed his ankle.

"Um?"

The tall, thin man was completely bewildered.

How could I have tripped and fallen in this empty graveyard, where there wasn't even a large rock?

He instinctively reached out to steady himself on the ground, but in his panic, he lost his grip on the bone whistle and it flew out of his mouth with a "whoosh," tracing a black arc in the air before falling into the nearby bushes, the whistle abruptly ceasing its sound.

The terrifying aura that was about to erupt from the ground also paused.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Even the few evil spirits that were still attacking Wang Xiaoer paused for a moment, as if they didn't understand what was happening.

Wang Xiaoer was also stunned.

He looked at the tall, thin man's disheveled appearance and then touched his own mouth.

Really...can it work?

Overwhelmed with ecstasy, he instantly lost his reason!

"Holy crap, this luck is just too obedient! It's like my words have come true!"

Wang Xiaoer roared inwardly, no longer hesitating in the slightest.

Let's do it one more time!

He saw the tall, thin man about to get up to pick up the bone whistle, and his gaze swept across the formation to the seven black banners fluttering in the wind in the center.

Zhang Chen once said that this is the foundation of the formation!

Without thinking further, Wang Xiaoer bent down and casually picked up a small piece of gravel, about the size of a palm, from the ground.

He looked at the tall, thin man again, his eyes flashing with madness, and with all the strength he had, he uttered a second "curse".

"Your family's ritual implement exploded!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his arm in a wide arc and smashed the stone in his hand toward a black banner in the center of the array in the distance!

He didn't aim properly, especially in such darkness; accuracy was entirely a matter of chance.

However, after being released, the stone flew crookedly into the air, seemingly about to drift far, far away.

But just then, a gust of evil wind blew by without warning.

The rock that was tumbling wildly in the air was suddenly changed direction by the wind, drawing an extremely strange arc!

It was like a precision-guided missile, bypassing all other obstacles.

"Snapped!"

A crisp popping sound.

The stone struck precisely and accurately in the center of the black banner pole, which served as the core of the formation.

"Snap!"

The flagpole, already weakened by the yin energy, snapped in two!

Once the core of the array is broken, the energy cycle of the entire "Seven Fiends Soul-Locking Array" is instantly interrupted.

The black light on the seven black banners flashed suddenly, like a light bulb with a faulty connection, and then all of them went out.

The formation is broken!

"puff--!"

The moment the formation was broken, the tall, thin man who cast the spell felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. Under the influence of his mind, he coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

He had just gotten halfway up from the ground when he knelt down heavily again, his face filled with disbelief.

However, this is just the beginning.

His worst misfortune has only just begun.

He had just used the bone whistle to activate the earthly evil energy, but failed to fully draw it out. Due to the collapse of the formation and the interruption of the whistle, the energy had completely lost its guidance and restraint.

This extremely yin and filthy energy, accumulated over countless years, has become an extremely unstable bomb.

It darted wildly underground, searching for the nearest outlet.

The tall, thin man, who was closest to the spell cast and whose body was filled with the strongest yin energy, became the perfect target.