Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Their sacrifice will become part of the imperial power, and they will achieve immortality on another level.

Zuo Ruotong actually wanted to use their lives to threaten him into stopping his charitable giving?!

How ridiculous! How short-sighted!

Not only did he not stop, but the incantation he uttered became even more rapid and louder.

The blood fan stuck in the ground shone brightly red, and the blood array under his feet suddenly accelerated its rotation, drawing his life force at an even more ferocious speed.

His already aging body shrank further at a visible rate, his skin clinging to his bones like a skeleton covered in skin.

Only the flame in his eyes burned ever more intensely and wildly.

Zuo Ruotong waited for two breaths.

The eerie winds on the platform intensified, and the crimson vortex had expanded to several meters in diameter.

A sickening grinding sound could be faintly heard emanating from within, along with countless chaotic and shrill wails.

It was as if countless souls were struggling and howling at the other end of the vortex, about to break through the boundaries and descend.

Zuo Ruotong's eyes turned completely cold.

He understood the other person's choice.

"Stubborn and obstinate".

A soft sigh escaped, seemingly tinged with regret, but more so with a resolute and chilling tone.

Zuo Ruotong raised her left hand slightly and gently clenched her five fingers.

Click! Click! Click! ...

A series of crisp, chilling sounds of bones breaking rang out almost simultaneously from the necks of all the controlled Onmyoji in the air.

Their heads tilted to one side at an eerie angle, the last glimmer of light in their eyes vanished instantly, and all expressions of struggle and pain froze completely.

Immediately, the body, like a puppet with its strings cut, plummeted from the sky, crashing onto the platform with a dull thud, and then fell silent.

Cui Ming watched this scene from a distance, shaking his head inwardly with a slight sense of regret.

The souls of these Onmyoji were originally excellent materials for the nameless.

However, this may not be a bad thing.

His gaze was mostly fixed on the increasingly faint breath.

However, the power of the blood array grew stronger and stronger on the leader of the Onmyoji.

This person is the real feast.

He and Wuming simultaneously recalled all the flying swords in perfect unison.

The twenty-four short swords returned to Cui Ming's side and floated silently.

Twelve flying swords circled around the nameless man, their blades humming as they prepared to strike.

Both of them temporarily ceased their attacks and watched coldly from the sidelines.

Seeing that the leader remained unmoved and even chanted the incantations more frantically, Zuo Ruotong's last bit of patience was completely worn away.

He said no more, raised his right hand, which was now completely transformed into Qi, composed of pure white Qi.

At this moment, Zuo Ruotong's limbs were no longer flesh and blood, but had become a condensation of innate Qi.

The third level of the Reverse Rebirth Triple Stage allows one to completely transform the physical body into Qi, changing it at will with endless wondrous uses.

Suddenly, his right arm, formed from Qi, stretched out like a nimble white python, instantly traversing several meters.

With his five fingers spread wide, he grabbed the Onmyoji leader by the neck from a distance and lifted him off the ground like a chick!

The powerful Qi penetrated the body, instantly sealing off the opponent's meridians and acupoints. Even the evil spiritual power that was frantically circulating and sacrificing itself within the opponent's body was forcibly suppressed.

Zuo Ruotong's expression was cold and stern. His five fingers, formed from Qi, slowly tightened, about to completely crush the core of this evil formation.

However, right now!

The Onmyoji leader, whose neck was being choked and whose face was turning purple from suffocation, was about to die when he suddenly let out a strange laugh that sounded like a broken bellows.

He struggled to lift his eyelids and looked at Zuo Ruotong, who was so close yet as indifferent as a god.

It seemed to penetrate him, looking towards Cui Ming and Wuming in the distance, its eyes finally bursting with an extremely twisted mockery and a morbidly satisfied frenzy.

"Heh...heh heh...foolish...Eastern people..."

He spoke hoarsely and haltingly, each word as if squeezed out with his last breath.

"You don't actually think... I'm the core of this grand formation, do you?"

Zuo Ruotong frowned slightly, but did not lessen the force in her hand.

The flesh on the face of the Onmyoji leader twitched violently due to intense pain and a distorted expression.

"Hahaha...The Yellow Springs Formation...Once...triggered...the blood sacrifice...is completed...it will automatically...operate..."

He suddenly widened his eyes and roared with his last bit of strength, his voice sharp and piercing.

"Until...all the...summoned...wandering...and annihilation...all...the souls...within the array's range...are completely wiped out...this array...will never...stop!!!"

"You...face...death...in despair! Hahaha...Ugh—!!"

The final burst of laughter abruptly stopped.

It was not Zuo Ruotong who did it.

Instead, after the Onmyoji leader roared out those words, all the remaining life force and soul in his body seemed to be completely drained and squeezed out by the blood array under his feet!

Click, click...

A series of teeth-grinding, dense cracking sounds, as if every bone in his body was shattering, emanated from within his withered body.

Immediately afterwards, thick, black, foul-smelling blood gushed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose!

His body convulsed violently within Zuo Ruotong's qi-transformed palm.

His skin quickly lost its luster, becoming like leather that had weathered for thousands of years, clinging tightly to the inch-by-inch broken bones.

Finally, his head slumped down limply, and he stopped breathing completely.

Zuo Ruotong released her grip.

The almost inhuman corpse landed softly, crashing into the center of the blood array. It was quickly swallowed and decomposed by the surging blood light below, becoming the last bit of nourishment for the array.

And at the very moment of his death—

boom!!!

The crimson vortex in the center of the platform suddenly expanded!

It transformed into a dark red pillar of light that shot straight into the heavens, staining half the sky with an ominous blood color!

The entire platform, and even the surrounding mountainous area for miles around, trembled violently!

Countless agonizing, twisted souls, exuding a thick aura of death and resentment, resembled vengeful ghosts that had broken free of their restraints.

From every inch of the platform's land, from the surrounding mountains and rocks, and even from the void of air, it screamed and struggled, being dragged from the underworld to this world of the living!

Among them were ragged, hideous-looking demons of the Quanxing sect;

There were disciples dressed in the white robes of the Trinity Sect, but with incomplete bodies;

Even more so, the souls of ronin, ninjas, and even onmyoji who died under the rain of arrows...

Densely packed, hundreds and thousands!

As soon as they appeared, they were corrupted and controlled by the evil power emanating from the blood array pillars, their eyes glowing with bloodlust and emitting chaotic and malicious roars.

And they began to instinctively move towards the platform, drawn by the presence of the living.

Zuo Ruotong, Cui Ming, Wuming, and the members of the Divine Machine Alliance on the mountain path further away all exuded a life force that drove them mad!

The Yellow Springs Impure Earth Reincarnation Array has finally been completed.

An army of the dead has descended upon the mortal realm.

Zuo Ruotong floated among countless souls, his pure white aura as striking as a lighthouse.

He looked around at the densely packed, resentful ghostly figures emanating from the sky, his expression solemn.

But there was no fear in his eyes, only anger.

Cui Ming and Wuming exchanged a glance.

"All right."

Cui Ming said to the nameless one.

"Now that they've already brought out such a feast for us, we can't let our guests down!"

Chapter 235 The Shocking Change at the Sanyi Sect

The death of the Onmyoji leader was like lighting the last fuse.

That dark red pillar of light, reaching to the heavens, was as solid as a bridge connecting the netherworld.

The power of the Yellow Springs Formation was fully activated at this moment.

Under the glow of blood, countless twisted and tormented souls on the platform solidified completely.

Under that unsettling, eerie red light, these departed souls transformed into entities capable of interfering with the present world.

The first to reveal themselves were the large number of Quanxing demons who died in battle here yesterday.

Most of them retained the gruesome state they were in when they died, their bodies mutilated, their wounds grotesque, their faces distorted by pain and resentment, and their eyes still showing the madness or fear they felt before their death.

These wandering souls, upon suddenly appearing, all looked around blankly, seemingly confused about their own state and their surroundings.

After all, they may not yet have realized the magnitude of this sudden death.

The resurrected souls of the Quanxing sect are still struggling with self-awareness.

For a moment, the entire platform was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

For the extraordinary individuals present, this scene, including instances of the soul leaving the body, was not common.

However, these are by no means incomprehensible strange occurrences, after all, there are also extraordinary individuals who specialize in cultivating their souls or are the only ones who possess extraordinary abilities.