One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Zhang Huaiyi squatted behind the sandbag next to him and wiped the mud off his face.

He looked at the guy who had fallen from the sky, his small eyes darting around twice, and then he started to mock him at the top of his lungs:

"Second Brother, look at this grandson's outfit, wearing a bright red robe in the middle of the night."

Is he rushing off to his wedding, or is he planning to hang it on a tree as a red lantern to ward off evil spirits?

Zhang Huaiyi's mouth can be deadly when it gets going.

really.

The red-clad Yin-Yang Master, who was posing in mid-air, abruptly stopped.

That pale, powdered face suddenly darkened.

"Crude Chinese monkeys."

The red-clad Yin-Yang Master snorted coldly, unfolding his folding fan to cover half his face, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes.

"Listen up! I am the Directorate of Yin and Yang of Great Japan, and I am Abe no Kami!"

"Is Abe ruthless?"

Zhang Tianyi picked at his ear, barely even glancing at him.

He slowly tossed the blood-stained bayonet in his hand aside, and it slammed onto the tin bucket next to him with a thud.

"Master Dao, I don't care if you're called 'Wu Dao' or 'Wu De'."

Zhang Tianyi shook the rain off his hands and casually put them into his pockets.

He looked up at Abe Mudou in mid-air, his expression one of utter disdain:

"I was down there slaughtering a pig for ages, and you were just sitting up there watching the show."

"Now that all your men are dead, what are you doing here putting on airs?"

Zhang Tianyi raised an eyebrow, his tone full of impatience:

"Stop with all that fancy opening talk for me, Daoist. I'm in a hurry to get home for dinner."

"Where is my eighth junior brother? Hand him over right now, and I might take pity on you and let you have a complete corpse."

He was scolded by Zhang Tianyi like a grandson.

Abe was so angry that his fingers tightened around his folding fan.

But as a key figure in the Yin-Yang Bureau, he swallowed his anger.

"Want people? Sure."

A cruel smile flashed in Abe Mudo's narrow eyes.

He snapped his folding fan shut and pointed it toward the massive blood-red altar in the very center of the camp.

"Our Imperial Japanese Army has always been reasonable. Since you've come all this way looking for someone, how could I possibly hide anything from you?"

"rise!"

Accompanied by a low, ruthless shout from Abe.

In the very center of the altar was a mass of blood grooves.

A huge, round stone slab slowly rose upwards.

Zhang Huaiyi immediately stood up from behind the sandbag, took two steps to Zhang Tianyi's side, and craned his neck to stare intently at the rising stone platform.

The smile on his face disappeared.

His fists were clenched tightly.

The stone platform rose completely above the ground.

Above, a person was sitting cross-legged.

A young man wearing a faded, tattered Taoist robe.

It was Song Yuntao from the Celestial Master's Mansion!

but.

At this moment, Song Yuntao was like a boneless rag doll, his head drooping limply on his chest, motionless.

His body and face were covered with dense black runes!

These incantations were like living venomous snakes, biting his flesh relentlessly.

His Taoist robe was almost completely stained dark red with blood, and black blood was even seeping from the wound.

No matter how heavy the rain or how loud the thunder.

Song Yuntao, sitting on the stone platform, didn't move a single finger, and even the rise and fall of his breath was extremely faint.

"Eighth Brother!!!"

Zhang Huaiyi's eyes instantly turned red, and his voice became hoarse.

He was determined to rush forward regardless of everything!

"Don't move."

A hand landed firmly on Zhang Huaiyi's shoulder.

The force wasn't great, but it felt like a mountain, pinning Zhang Huaiyi firmly to the spot.

Zhang Huaiyi turned his head, his eyes red as he looked at Zhang Tianyi:

"Second Brother! They've done this to Eighth Brother! I..."

"I told you, don't move."

Zhang Tianyi's voice was surprisingly steady.

He simply stared quietly at the eighth brother on the stone platform.

Looking at the disgusting incantations on his body, and at his body that had been tortured to the point of being almost inhuman.

Raindrops pelted Zhang Tianyi's face, sliding down his sharp jawline.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this perfect masterpiece."

Abe, suspended in mid-air, watched this scene of brotherly affection and laughed smugly.

He waved his folding fan, as if displaying his precious collection:

"We lost two squadrons trying to catch this kid."

"However, it was all worth it."

Abe looked at Zhang Tianyi with undisguised fervor in his eyes:

"His pure Taoist Qi is a priceless offering!"

"In just a quarter of an hour, once the formation has completely drained his soul, he will become my most obedient corpse demon shikigami!"

Abe Mudou grew increasingly excited as he spoke, looking down at the two men from his superior position:

"What? Are you heartbroken? Are you angry?"

"What a pity! If you dare to step even half a step into the altar within this Blood Fiend Formation, not only will you fail to save him, but you will also lose your own lives!"

Chapter 351 A Fatal Sacrifice: The Purple-Gold Divine Lightning that Tears Apart Mortal Form

Through the rain, a cold wind carrying the stench of blood rushed towards us.

Abe is still acting arrogantly.

He was spouting harsh words incessantly, as if he held the power of life and death over everyone present.

"Big-eared thief."

Zhang Tianyi picked at his ear, not even glancing up directly, but only giving Zhang Huaiyi beside him a sideways look:

"Don't you think this old dog in red talks more nonsense than Old Man Song, who teaches morning lessons on our mountain?"

"you do not say!"

Zhang Huaiyi spat in perfect unison, gripping his military dagger with utter disgust.

"They're chanting scriptures here in the middle of the night, it's giving me a headache."

"Second Brother, I think he deserves a beating. You rest, I'll go up and sew that liar's mouth shut for him!"

"Go ahead," Zhang Tianyi waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.

“Take off that red coat of his; it’s an eyesore.”

"Alright! Just you wait and see!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Huaiyi kicked off the ground.

"boom!"

A layer of dazzling golden light instantly enveloped him completely.

He looked like an enraged golden toad, leaping up from the muddy ground and rushing straight towards Abe Mudo in mid-air!

"You old dog in the red dress! I'll eat your grandpa Zhang's leg!"

Even while Zhang Huaiyi was in mid-air, he didn't stop talking.

The golden light transformed into a giant palm, which slammed towards Abe Mudo's face, which was covered in white powder.

"You reckless wild monkey!"

Abe's face darkened; he clearly hadn't expected these two Chinese Taoists to be so arrogant in the face of his deadly formation.

He suddenly swung his folding fan, and several dark, demonic gusts of wind crashed into the golden light.

They instantly clashed in mid-air, the golden light and the demonic wind colliding violently, sparks flying everywhere.

Below, Zhang Tianyi completely ignored the fight in the sky.

He put his hands in the pockets of his Taoist robe and strode towards the blood-red altar that was emitting a red glow.

"Halt! How dare you act so presumptuously at the Imperial Army's altar!"