The Demonic Taoist Priest Emerges from the Mountain

Beneath the illusory golden Buddha image, the monk Shanjie's expression subtly changed.

He finally revealed a serious expression.

Ning Jinrou's Eight Thunder Talisman, stamped with the Daoist Master's Seal, put immense pressure on him.

At this moment, he had to pull himself together.

He sat down cross-legged on the spot, put his hands together, and began chanting scriptures.

As the scriptures were recited, the illusory image of the golden Buddha became increasingly solid.

Seeing this, Ning Jinrou sneered.

"break!"

She whispered.

As soon as the words fell, the Xuan Lei standing in all eight directions flashed simultaneously, and then collided violently with the golden Buddha phantom at an extremely fast speed.

The next second, thunder roared and dust trembled.

The power of the Eight Thunder Talismans began to be displayed wildly.

The golden Buddha phantom finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Large patches of cracks appeared.

The monk Shanjie below turned pale.

He's still desperately holding on.

It's a pity it's useless.

This was Ning Jinrou's strongest attack.

During the intense bombardment that lasted for a full minute.

The illusory image of the golden Buddha finally shattered.

At the same time, the eight bolts of mysterious lightning quietly dissipated.

As the phantom shattered, the Buddhist beads that had been floating in mid-air instantly broke apart and fell in front of the monk Shanjie.

The monk Shanjie's face looked extremely grim at that moment.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The shattering of the golden Buddha's illusory image clearly had some impact on him as well.

He looked at Ning Jinrou with his deformed double pupils.

Although Ning Jinrou has won, she is not at ease.

The Eight Thunder Talismans is her strongest attack.

After that attack, her internal energy was almost completely depleted.

However, the monk Shanjie was not in dire straits.

After all, the grand formation he had spent five years setting up in Liuweng Village had not yet been broken.

As long as the formation remains, he can continuously draw power and return to his original state.

As one thing diminished while the other gained, the monk Shanjie slowly stood up.

He looked at Ning Jinrou indifferently.

"That was a very good move."

"Too bad, you still can't kill me!"

The monk Shanjie still didn't show much emotion.

Ning Jinrou's face remained calm and composed.

"All I need to do is break your shell."

She said.

The monk Shanjie gave a cold laugh.

"Oh? You have a backup plan?"

He looked at Ning Jinrou with great interest.

In fact, he had already realized that Ning Jinrou was at her limit, while he was still drawing strength and would soon recover from the injuries she had just sustained.

The monk Shanjie was genuinely curious.

What other methods and abilities does Ning Jinrou have to fight against me?

"I just said, don't think that we people from Guanshanlou are easy to bully."

Ning Jinrou looked at the monk Shanjie.

The monk Shanjie still wore a faint smile on his face.

But slowly, he seemed to realize that something was wrong.

The expression on his face slowly began to freeze.

I noticed the subtle changes in the monk Shanjie's expression.

Ning Jinrou suddenly smiled.

She walked over to me and sat down without caring that the ground was covered in dust.

"The old man probably didn't tell you, did he? Our Guanshanlou isn't just about you and me."

I was stunned when I heard that.

Indeed, Master Qin only told me that he had an apprentice in Guanshan Tower.

I know nothing else about Guanshanlou.

"There are two senior brothers above me."

"I am the third in my sect."

"Do you remember that I left for a while before entering the village?"

Ning Jinrou looked at me with a smile.

I nodded.

Ning Jinrou said she went to park the car.

"To be honest, I'm not very confident that I can handle the Liuweng Village matter with someone as incompetent as you."

"Luckily, I'm clever and quick-witted. When I parked the car, I sent a message for help to my second brother."

After Ning Jinrou finished speaking, she licked her dry lips.

"Now, Second Brother Pig is here!"

As her voice fell.

Suddenly, the monk Shanjie roared, "Who goes there? How dare you break my formation!"

He couldn't sit still any longer.

Just as I guessed.

The monk Shanjie himself wasn't very capable.

The reason he is so difficult to deal with is because he is trapped in the great formation he has set up.

In other words, this formation is the basis for his arrogance.

Once the formation is broken.

This thing looks just like a little chick.

I could probably kill him easily.

At this moment, someone disrupted his formation, which naturally made him nervous.

"hey-hey."

The monk Shanjie was met with a laugh that sounded rather unserious.

"Your formation does have a little bit of merit."

"However, you're still a bit short of being able to stump Master Dao."

That voice is very magnetic.

It's ethereal and indistinct, making it difficult to discern directions.

The monk Shanjie's expression grew increasingly ferocious.

He turned around abruptly, wanting to leave.

But before he could even take a few steps...

A crisp snapping sound rang out.

The monk Shanjie stopped in his tracks.

He looked up.

Suddenly, a huge gash appeared in the sky, just as I had created a small crack in the sky.

The real moonlight from outside streamed in.

"No! Impossible!"

The monk Shanjie stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

He lifted his foot again.

But suddenly his body staggered and he fell to his knees.

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

Those deformed double pupils stared wide-eyed, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

"How is this possible? How could anyone possibly break my formation!"

The monk Shanjie kept muttering to himself.

He spent eight years planning, and today everything has collapsed in one fell swoop.

The cracks in the sky continue to widen.

Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the void.

He crossed the sky, leaving a mark with each step.

I was completely stunned as I lay on the ground.

"You...your second senior brother can fly?"

I asked, dumbfounded.

This is way too outrageous!

I've followed Master Qin for so many years, and I've never seen him fly.

But his disciple can actually fly!!!

My worldview collapsed instantly.

Ning Jinrou silently held her head.

"My second senior brother likes to do all these fancy things."

"Those are all illusions; he's actually there!"

As she spoke, Ning Jinrou pointed behind her.

She didn't even turn around.

I looked in the direction she was pointing.

Sure enough, not far behind us, on a small wooden stool, sat a young man who looked to be about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, with his hair in a bun, wearing a Taoist robe, and holding a small wooden twig in his mouth.

It was discovered.

He chuckled.

With a flick of his Taoist robe, the illusion in mid-air vanished instantly.

He walked step by step to my side with his hands behind his back.

Then he squatted down and looked me up and down with curiosity.

I felt a little embarrassed by their stares.

Just then, the young Taoist priest spoke up.

"So you're the great master who inherited the old man's Ghost-Slaying Path?"