This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

"No……"

The tall, thin man seemed to sense something as well; he looked down in horror at the ground beneath his feet.

There, the black soil swelled up into a huge mound, just like boiling water.

next moment.

"boom--!!!"

A dark aura, containing endless resentment and destructive power, exploded from beneath the tall, thin man's feet!

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a muffled explosion.

A black shockwave shot into the sky, lifting the tall, thin man into the air.

His black robe turned to ashes in an instant, and his lower body, from the waist down, was blasted into a bloody mess by the violent earthly energy, with flesh and bones separated!

"what……"

After a short, inhuman scream, the tall, thin man's mangled body crashed heavily onto another tombstone a dozen meters away with a thud, before slowly sliding to the ground.

He's not completely dead yet.

He turned his head in disbelief, using the last of his strength to look at Wang Xiaoer, who stood unharmed in the distance.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his pupils filled with utter shock and bewilderment.

He was not defeated by Taoist magic.

They weren't killed in an attack.

He was tripped up by himself, and was literally "played" to death by a stone that flew in from who-knows-where and the magic he activated.

What is this?

What exactly is this?

"impossible……"

The tall, thin man's lips moved, uttering the last three words before his head tilted to the side, and the light in his eyes completely vanished.

This wicked and wicked Five Ghosts Sect demon died in such an absurd way.

With the death of the tall, thin man and the complete collapse of the formation, the bound evil spirits lost their source of power, let out a mournful howl of resentment, and their forms quickly became transparent before finally dissipating into the night wind.

The once bustling cemetery has finally returned to its deathly silence.

Wang Xiaoer was panting heavily, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

He looked at his still slightly trembling hands, then at the mangled corpse of the tall, thin man, and his mind went blank.

Won?

Just like that... they won?

At this moment, it wasn't even afraid of seeing a dead person; it even felt a little excited!

"Cough...cough cough..."

A violent cough brought Wang Xiaoer back to reality from his shock.

He turned around abruptly and saw Zhang Chen kneeling on one knee, barely supporting his body with his hand, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Brother Chen!"

Wang Xiaoer scrambled over there.

"How are you?"

He then realized that the corpse poison on Zhang Chen's arm had spread to his neck, and even half of his face was covered with strange black patterns.

Zhang Chen's lips were purple, and his body was trembling violently, clearly using his last bit of willpower to resist the corrosive effects of the corpse poison.

"I won't die..."

Zhang Chen gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words. He looked up at the corpse of the tall, thin man, a complex look flashing in his eyes, before turning back to the center of the formation.

"Save lives first!"

Wang Xiaoer then remembered the young man who had been used as a "human stake".

He rushed to the young man's side and found that although the formation had been broken and the evil energy had dissipated, the young man's condition had not improved at all.

His eyes remained closed, he was unconscious, and the rise and fall of his chest was extremely faint, as if it might stop at any moment.

The vitality and luck that had been drained from him did not return.

Life is still slipping away at a rapid pace.

Wang Xiaoer reached out and checked his breath; the breath was faint and icy cold.

If this continues, this person will surely die soon!

On the other side, Zhang Chen's body swayed even more violently. His supporting arm went limp, and he fell forward.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoer quickly ran over and helped him up.

"Damn it, it's still the Corpse Fiend Poison..."

Zhang Chen's lips twitched, as if he were about to grind his back teeth to pieces.

"Quick... let's go... I don't think I can withstand this..."

He shoved Wang Xiaoer hard, his eyes unfocused, clearly at his limit.

go?

Wang Xiaoer's mind went blank.

Didn't you just say there was no problem? How come you can't handle it now?

And where am I supposed to go? Should I just leave you here alone to die?

Should we take you to the hospital? If the doctor sees you like this, they might just report it to the CDC as a novel coronavirus.

In the midst of the chaos, fragmented images suddenly flashed through his mind.

That was an ancient Taoist text he would flip through when he was bored: "An Introduction to Taoist Magic and Talismans".

Those vermilion talismans, intricate hand gestures, and tongue-twisting incantations became clearer than ever before.

A name popped out from the depths of my memory.

Purifying Heaven and Earth Mantra.

The book says that this is the most basic introductory incantation, which has the effect of expelling evil and promoting righteousness, and purifying impurities.

He had never used it before, and before he came into contact with the Preaching Stone, he couldn't even remember the complete hand seals.

But now, this is the only lifeline.

Try anything, no matter how desperate!

Wang Xiaoer took a deep breath and, imitating the illustrations in the book, awkwardly put his right index and middle fingers together, while making an equally awkward hand gesture with his left hand.

To an expert, his appearance would probably make him look as ridiculous as a clown.

Zhang Chen, who was already kneeling on the ground, saw his gesture and a bitter smile flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He shook his head weakly, his breath barely a whisper.

"it's useless……"

"This is no ordinary yin energy...this is corpse demon...a condensation of resentment and poison from corpses accumulated over many years, requiring a pure yang magic artifact or a special antidote..."

His voice grew softer and softer.

In his view, using the Purifying Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra to cure the deadly poison of the Corpse Fiend is no different from pouring water on a pot of oil; it would be good enough if it didn't add fuel to the fire.

Wang Xiaoer acted as if he hadn't heard.

He stared intently at the gruesome black wound on Zhang Chen's arm, piecing together all the fragments of memories about incantations in his mind.

"Heaven and earth are natural, and impurities disperse..."

Ignoring everything else, he imitated the book, reciting the incantation in a stiff and awkward tone.

He had only one thought in his mind.

A thought that was both extremely crude and incredibly pure.

"Get well soon!"

He took a sudden step forward, pointed his finger like a sword, and slammed it down hard on Zhang Chen's dark arm!

Just as his fingertips were about to touch Zhang Chen's skin.

A miracle happened!

A faint golden light shone from Wang Xiaoer's fingertips.

The light was faint, like a candle flame in the wind, seemingly about to go out at any moment.

This rudimentary spell, which should have been completely ineffective, became like a spark falling into a powder keg the moment it came into contact with the black aura of the corpse!

"Buzz—!"

A dazzling golden light suddenly erupted!

The light was as intense as the sun and as warm as the yang, instantly illuminating the gloomy graveyard as bright as day!

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

The ferocious and domineering black aura of corpses, like snow meeting the blazing sun, emitted a sharp and piercing shriek.

They twisted and struggled frantically, trying to retreat into the depths of their wounds, but were firmly held in place by that unreasonable golden light, which rapidly purified, dispelled, and evaporated them!

The whole process was incredibly fast.

In just a few seconds.

All the terrifying black lines on Zhang Chen's arms, neck, and face faded away.

The three deep wounds, which exposed bone, stopped bleeding and closed at a visible speed, leaving only three shallow red marks.

Apart from his tattered clothes, there was no trace of injury on his body.

The skin returned to its normal color, and even the lips, which had turned purple due to poisoning, regained their color.

The golden light dissipated.

The night wind blew, and the graveyard returned to its deathly silence.

Zhang Chen stared at Wang Xiaoer in shock, then looked down at his perfectly intact arm, completely dumbfounded.

He pinched himself hard, and the intense pain told him that this was not a hallucination.

He suddenly looked up, his face filled with disbelief.

"How...how did you do that?"

His voice was trembling.

"The Purifying Heaven and Earth Mantra... how could it possibly possess such power?!"

What the hell is this "Purifying Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra"?

This is practically a Nine Heavens Suppressing Evil Talisman drawn by Laozi himself!