Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Hao Ji was extremely perceptive to spells like barriers and enchantments; she sensed them almost the instant the Soul-Locking and Demon-Binding Array was completed.

Without the slightest hesitation, she transformed into a cloud of black mist and suddenly disappeared into the half-meter-tall clay sculpture of the Virgin Mary beside her.

ka ka ka-

A faint but clear sound of the clay brick cracking rang out.

The originally dull and lifeless clay sculpture of the Virgin Mary suddenly had two eerie, pale green will-o'-the-wisps ignited in its eye sockets.

It suddenly raised its hand and tore the clay child sculpture it was holding off.

With a loud crash, the clay child statue fell heavily to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Then, defying gravity, the clay sculpture slowly floated up from the altar, its feet a few inches off the ground, and patterns appeared on its body, trembling slightly as the evil energy surged.

A chilling, sinister aura surged forth from the clay sculpture, causing the temperature in the entire church to drop several degrees instantly.

On the other side, Tsuchimikado Ichiro, who had possessed the female vampire, also realized what was happening.

The enemy is coming!

His gaze suddenly sharpened, and the nails on his ten fingers grew wildly, becoming sharp and black, gleaming with a cold, metallic light.

The vampire's constitution intertwined and fused with Tsuchimikado Ichiro's own Yin-Yang magic within him, causing his strength to surge dramatically.

Beneath the skin of his neck, pale purple veins bulged out, and his body exuded both the putrid smell of vampires and the eerie spiritual power of the Onmyōdō (Yin-Yang School) of the East.

Two completely different forces coiled and intertwined around him like two venomous snakes.

"Mother, you go first, I'll hold off the enemy."

Tsuchimikado Ichiro's voice was somewhat strange, a mixed male and female voice, as if two people were squeezing words out of one voice at the same time, even worse than Akio's voice.

"it's useless."

Hao Ji's voice came from the clay sculpture, dry and unpleasant, like two millstones grinding sand.

But she remained unusually calm. "There's a powerful barrier outside; we can't get out."

The only way to leave this place now is to completely annihilate the enemy.

She has lived for hundreds of years and has overcome even more dangerous situations, and this time will be no exception.

After finishing carving the talisman array, Qin Bu carried the ghost-head knife and walked into the church.

Zhao Li followed closely behind, holding a revolver.

Before the two even stepped into the church, a millstone-like mantra echoed from within: "I take refuge in the All-Illuminating One, the Vajra Fire Realm!"

The moment the incantation ended, a roaring fire dragon several meters long burst forth from the darkness.

"Sing—!!"

Flames surged and tongues of fire spewed forth, carrying rolling waves of heat that hurtled towards Qin Bu and Zhao Li outside the door.

This fire dragon is the Vajra Fire Realm Technique from Yin-Yang Arts. It is formed by condensing fire with incantation power and is an extremely powerful offensive technique.

"Hmph! Such a trivial skill, yet you dare to show off your amateurish abilities before an expert!"

Qin Bu's face was cold and gloomy as he rapidly formed a protective hand seal with one hand.

This technique was precisely the skill possessed by the evil cultivator's head on his neck.

Since receiving this head, the evil cultivator's lifelong magical memories naturally flowed into his mind—

The previously set-up Ghost-Binding and Soul-Locking Curse, and the protective sword technique being used now, both originate from this.

What's even more amazing is that Qin Bu is now the Black Impermanence of the Underworld, possessing the divine power of the Netherworld. When he uses the same spell, its power is more than a hundred times stronger than when that evil cultivator uses it himself.

Suddenly, a semi-transparent black wall rose up in front of him.

The fire dragon crashed into the solid wall as if it had struck an impenetrable fortress. With a mournful cry, it transformed into countless sparks that scattered across the sky.

Zhao Li, trying to liven things up, shouted in a goofy manner, "Old Qin, you're awesome!"

Qin Bu glanced at him sideways, said nothing, and stepped directly across the church threshold.

Zhao Li gripped his revolver tightly and followed closely behind.

Upon entering the palace, a chilling aura immediately hits you.

The air is filled with malevolent and ghostly energy; the Three Killings position, coupled with evil spirits and malevolent beings, makes the situation even more ominous.

If an ordinary person steps into this place, they will be invaded by the foul air within half an hour. At best, they will fall seriously ill; at worst, they will lose their lives.

Qin Bu held the Demon-Slaying Immortal Blade in his hand, his gaze fixed on the clay statue of the Holy Mother that was suspended in mid-air and occupied by Hao Ji.

Zhao Li, consciously fixing his gaze on Tsuchimikado Ichiro, who had possessed the female vampire, exclaimed in surprise.

"Damn, you're really indiscriminate in your desires, even possessing a female vampire's body. From now on, I'll have to squat to pee!"

They are all spirits and deities; darkness cannot obstruct their vision.

Despite being mocked like this, Tsuchimikado Ichiro showed no anger whatsoever.

In his eyes, only Hao Ji, his "mother," mattered; nothing else mattered.

On Hao Ji's side, she had already combined the power of the ghost with the power of Yin and Yang magic, turning herself into a kind of evil spirit that was neither ghost nor spirit. This allowed her to resist the pressure of ordinary ghosts and gods to a certain extent.

Moreover, she also planted layers of Yin-Yang magic restrictions on the clay body she possessed.

The clay sculpture appears to be made of ordinary clay on the outside, but it is as solid as diamond on the inside and has special energy channels that can channel evil spirits, providing her with a continuous source of Yin-Yang magic.

In mid-air, Hao Ji rapidly formed intricate and mysterious hand seals, unleashing a barrage of Yin-Yang techniques towards Qin Bu.

Whether it's flying fireballs, evil chains that bind and lock enemies, or illusory miasma that can erode the soul, one move after another, relentlessly.

Qin Bu smiled disdainfully, stuck the ghost-headed knife into the bluestone ground, and used the corresponding Taoist magic to counter it.

A fireball strikes, but black water surges and extinguishes the flames; chains fly in, but a blood curse erupts and shatters them; a fierce wind disperses the miasma…

Every time Hao Ji unleashed a Yin-Yang technique, Qin Bu had a corresponding method to perfectly neutralize it.

Between offense and defense, he remained calm and composed, clearly intending to let Hao Ji witness the profound depth of Chinese magic.

Just kidding, this head of his comes from an old, evil cultivator of the White Lotus Sect, a treasure he finally found.

The complexity and intricacy of her magic are far beyond the reach of a half-baked evil spirit like Hao Ji.

The Japanese art of Yin and Yang was originally created by learning from the Chinese art of Qimen Dunjia and then adapting it to its own context.

The White Lotus Sect had been rebelling for many years, traveling all over the country, and had seized countless spells and techniques from various sects, large and small.

When it comes to mastering magic and spells, Hao Ji's foundation is simply not enough.

On the other hand, Zhao Li also dealt with Tsuchimikado Ichiro with ease.

Although he was no match for Gouki, he didn't take Tsuchimikado Ichiro, this half-baked vampire, seriously.

However, the vampire was very fast and moved like a phantom, making it difficult for him to subdue him in a short time.

Hao Ji's every move missed its mark, and her carefully crafted spells were neutralized one after another. Two eerie green flames flickered violently within her eye sockets.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer. With a shriek, her entire clay sculpture body, enveloped in a chilling ghostly aura, abandoned her ranged spells and pounced straight at Qin Bu.

The muddy hand transformed into a ferocious ghost claw, ghostly energy coiling around its tip, carrying a murderous aura that seemed to tear everything apart, and hurtled straight at Qin Bu's face.

"That's it?" Qin Bu scoffed, drawing his ghost-headed saber, the broad blade slicing out a sharp arc of light.

With a muffled thud, the incredibly sharp demon-headed blade struck the onrushing clay statue of the Virgin Mary without any resistance.

The solid, steel-like mud shell shattered instantly, like a piece of paper.

Large lumps of clay exploded and scattered, sending clay fragments flying everywhere.

The moment the clay sculpture shattered, a thick, pitch-black mist shot into the sky from the broken remains.

The original form of the princess broke free from the mud shell and swirled and tumbled in mid-air before finally transforming into a woman dressed in a kimono.

Her long, black hair flew wildly, her face was beautiful, but her eyes were filled with endless resentment.

She laughed wildly and cruelly, her voice echoing in the empty church: "Hahaha! I am an immortal soul! You cannot kill me!"

"Immortal?"

Qin Bu's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. "Such arrogance. This Ghost Head Blade of mine has even slain ghost immortals. What are you to dare call yourself immortal!"

With a loud shout, he channeled his Netherworld divine power into the blade, and uttered in a deep voice, "Golden Blade Enforces the Law!"

Om-! !

A dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from the blade of the Ghost Head Saber.

This is the killing power contained within the Ghost Head Blade, nurtured by the life of its founder, Yuan Detai, and is the greatest nemesis of the undying, obsessive soul of Hao Ji.

A dazzling golden light flashed as Qin Bu exerted force in his arm and swung his sword horizontally!

A golden blade of light ripped through the dim space, like a golden lightning bolt falling from the sky, slashing straight at Hao Ji in mid-air.

"ah--"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the entire church.

Hao Ji's head, which was shrouded in wisps of vengeful smoke, was severed by the golden blade.

"Give it to me!" Qin Bu grabbed Hao Ji's head, which still showed a look of resentment, in his palm with a large hand.

Without even looking, he casually pressed down and hung her together with the hundreds of ghost heads at his waist.

The newly hung head was still twitching slightly, its mouth still silently screaming, but after a moment, like the other heads, it fell completely silent.

On the other side, Tsuchimikado Ichiro was deeply shocked to see Gohime killed.

A wave of heart-wrenching grief washed over him; his eyes turned bloodshot, and he cried out in a broken voice, "No—Mother!"

His mind was clouded, and his defenses were exposed.

Zhao Li, a veteran of countless battles, would not let this brief opening slip by.

With a flick of his wrist, he aimed the revolver steadily at Tsuchimikado Ichiro's forehead and pulled the trigger hard.

boom!

The bullet hit its target precisely.

The vampires' prized regenerative abilities are useless against these specially designed bullets.

Tsuchimikado Ichiro's body suddenly stiffened, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes, before he scattered like a paper doll burned by fire, turning into ashes.