One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

"vomit……"

Zhang Chulan looked at the scene before him, which resembled a scene from a horror movie, and felt a wave of nausea wash over him, his face turning green.

He gripped Zhang Taichu's clothes tightly, his legs trembling violently as if they were powered by a motor.

"Master...Grandmaster..."

"This...this is way too advanced, isn't it?!"

"Is this the method of the Ten Elders? This isn't just an extraordinary person, this is practically a heretical cultivator!"

Wang Ye's expression was extremely solemn.

The Bagua diagram beneath his feet instantly unfolded, and blue Qi flowed rapidly from his fingertips.

"The clapper of the chaotic gong!"

Wang Ye let out a low shout, trying to calm the restless atmosphere around him.

however.

The usually invincible Luan Jin Tuo seemed to have vanished without a trace.

The surrounding malevolent energy was too heavy, and there were too many wronged souls. As soon as his Qi left his body, it was completely swallowed up by the surrounding black mist.

"It's no use, you little bastard."

Wang Ai stood in the center of the black mist, the dragon-headed cane in her hand emitting a faint green light.

At this moment, there was no trace of the upright and respected elder on his face.

His facial features were distorted, and his eyes were crazed; he looked exactly like an old devil who had crawled out of hell.

"This Hundred Ghosts Extinction Formation was created by my Wang family through generations of collecting extremely evil and malevolent spirits."

"In this realm, whoever I want to die, even the King of Hell can't save!"

Wang Ai suddenly swung her cane, pointing it at Zhang Taichu and the other two, and roared sharply:

"Tear them to pieces!!!"

"Extract their souls! I will refine them into my main soul, condemning them to eternal damnation!!!"

roar--!!!

With Wang Ai's command.

The sky was instantly filled with vengeful spirits and ghosts.

They let out chilling roars, transforming into black torrents that opened their blood-red maws and swept towards the three of them in a massive, overwhelming attack.

A cold wind howled, and the chill was biting.

The chilling aura, which seemed to freeze one's soul, made Zhang Chulan feel as if he were about to turn into an ice sculpture.

"Oh no! Uncle-Master, help me!"

Zhang Chulan let out a strange cry, wishing he could shrink into a crack in the ground.

Wang Ye gritted his teeth, preparing to burn his essence and blood to forcibly activate the Feng Hou Qi Men.

Snapped.

A large hand suddenly landed on Wang Ye's shoulder.

Save your breath.

Zhang Taichu's voice rang in my ears.

"Young people should know how to take care of their bodies."

"These dirty and tiring jobs should be left to the adults."

Zhang Taichu gently pushed Wang Ye behind him.

Just as those hideous ghost faces were less than half a meter from his nose, and he could even smell the nauseating stench, he was struck by them.

Zhang Taichu wrinkled his nose slightly, looking disgusted.

"Tsk."

"It stinks."

"Xiao Wang, is this your trump card?"

Zhang Taichu looked at Wang Ai, who was smugly standing in the black mist, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Playing tricks in front of the people from the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain..."

"Did you forget your brain when you went out?"

"Or do you want to die even faster?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Taichu slowly raised his right hand, which had been behind his back.

There are no complicated handprints.

There were no earth-shattering incantations.

He simply raised one index finger and gently touched the vast expanse of black mist in front of him.

hum-

A glimmer of golden light bloomed at his fingertips.

At first, the light was only the size of a grain of rice.

But in the next instant...

That tiny golden light, no bigger than a grain of rice, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling brilliance that eclipsed the heavens and earth!

boom!!!

The once dark and gloomy Wang family compound was now as bright as day!

That was no ordinary Golden Light Mantra.

That is the purest and most yang, unparalleled in its power and strength, capable of cleansing all the filth in the world!

Those originally fierce and menacing ghosts and vengeful spirits didn't even have time to scream the moment they came into contact with the golden light.

It dissolved instantly, just like a bubble!

"ah--!!!"

"No! No!!!"

"What is this?! What kind of light is this?!"

The enormous black mist that had been hanging over the courtyard disintegrated and dissipated rapidly under the golden light.

Those ghostly figures that were so arrogant just moments before now seemed to have encountered their natural enemy, and were frantically trying to escape.

But under the all-pervasive golden light, they had nowhere to escape.

In the blink of an eye.

The so-called Hundred Ghosts Extinction Formation was like a punctured balloon that had completely burst!

puff--!!!

Wang Ai, standing in the center of the formation, felt as if struck by lightning.

A mouthful of black blood suddenly spurted from his mouth, splattering all over the Tang suit on his chest.

"My formation... my ghost..."

Wang Ai staggered back several steps, barely managing to stay upright by using her crutches to support herself on the ground.

He stared wide-eyed at the figure bathed in golden light standing at the doorway.

His face was filled with terror and disbelief.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

"These are hundreds of malevolent spirits... how could you have done it all in an instant..."

The smoke and dust cleared.

The golden light slowly receded.

Zhang Taichu remained standing in the same spot, withdrew his finger, and gently blew away non-existent dust from his fingertip.

Then he lifted his foot and stepped over the broken threshold.

Hey.

The sound of old cloth shoes landing on the bluestone slabs was crisp and pleasant.

But to the Wang family, it sounded like the footsteps of death.

thump!

thump!

Those Wang family assassins who had just cut their wrists to bleed and acted as the core of the formation could no longer withstand the intense pain of the formation's backlash. One by one, they foamed at the mouth, rolled their eyes, and fainted.

The entire front yard was instantly filled with people lying down.

Of those still standing, only Wang Ai remained.

"You...you stay away!"

Seeing Zhang Taichu approaching step by step, Wang Ai, who had been arrogant and domineering just moments before, finally panicked.

His hand holding the cane was trembling violently, and his body kept shrinking back.

"Guards! Protect the Emperor! Stop him!"

"Where are the offerings?! Where are the other offerings?! Where have they all gone?!"

Wang Ai roared at the top of her lungs.

however.

Only deathly silence answered him.

And the sound of Zhang Taichu's footsteps getting closer and closer.

"Stop shouting."

As Zhang Taichu walked, he casually picked at his ear:

"You mean the snake charmer hiding in the rockery in the backyard?"

"Is it the one playing with bugs on the roof beam?"

"With such a loud commotion just now, if they dared to come out, they would have already."

Zhang Taichu stopped less than five meters away from Wang Ai.

He had his hands in his pajama pockets, tilted his head slightly, and sized up this once-powerful Tenth Elder.

"Wang Ai, oh Wang Ai."

"You've lived to be this old, how come you still don't understand life?"

"Doing all this shady stuff makes you look like neither human nor ghost."

"Is this the foundation of your Wang family?"

"Is this the pride of your royal family?"

Zhang Taichu shook his head, his face full of disappointment:

"Too weak."

"So weak that I don't even have the desire to fight back."

To be humiliated in public like this.

Wang Ai's old face instantly turned a deep liver color.

Shame, fear, resentment... countless emotions intertwined in his eyes.

"Zhang Taichu!!!"

"Don't be so arrogant!"

"This is Beijing! You dare touch me?! You dare kill me?!"

"I am the Tenth Elder! Behind me is..."

Snapped!

A crisp, loud slap interrupted Wang Ai's roar.

Wang Ai was spun around twice by the slap, and two bloody old teeth flew out and fell to the ground with a thud.

He covered his rapidly swelling cheek, completely stunned.

"Noisy."

Zhang Taichu stood still, as if he had never moved.

He looked at Wang Ai, who was covering her face and staring blankly, and said calmly:

"When I, a Daoist priest, beat someone up, do I need to care about your location or background?"

"I already said that."

"I'm here to deliver a clock."

"When giving away a clock, you should have the proper attitude."

"Since your family isn't all here, I'll call them for you."

talking.

Zhang Taichu turned around and looked at Zhang Chulan, who was completely dumbfounded.

"Chu Lan".

"Huh? Yes!"

Zhang Chulan shuddered, quickly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and ran over eagerly.

"Master Uncle, what are your orders?"

At this moment, Zhang Chulan looked at his grand-uncle as if he were looking at God.

So fierce!

So cool!

Those thighs are so thick!

Zhang Taichu pointed to the main hall.

"Go in."

"Drag that little bastard named Wang Bing out here."

"Since we're family..."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Zhang Taichu's lips:

"Then it has to be neat and tidy."