The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

He stared intently at Haishan, the slowly rotating red umbrella reflected deep within his pupils:

"The effect of this supernatural power is to extend the time on my body almost infinitely."

No one but him could move under the influence of this magical artifact.

Seizing the opportunity, Hai Shan quickly shouted, his voice sounding particularly distant in the rain:

"Quick! Attack together!"

"Big Head won't last much longer!"

"We've all seen his real identity and his name; he won't let anyone leave!"

"if"

Before he could finish speaking, Ma Chao had already realized what was happening.

"Golden Sword Talisman!"

Ma Chao, along with Huang Erguo and Miao Qingqing, quickly threw out talismans.

"Gold Ingot Talisman!"

They exchanged a glance, then attacked simultaneously from the left and right:

"Laoshan Ghost Claw!"

Two dark, ghostly claw-like shadows emerged from the ground and viciously clawed at Zhao Yan's legs.

Ah Pao patted the green gourd at his waist, and a plume of emerald green smoke shot out from its mouth:

"Wood-Controlling Talisman!"

Bai Xiaoxiao's vertical eye between her brows blazed with blood-red light, her crimson gaze fixed intently on Zhao Yan.

[Borrowing Yuan Zhenmu]!

However, when the blood-red light fell on Zhao Yan, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, not even causing the slightest ripple.

Bai Xiaoxiao let out a muffled groan, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

It's uncontrollable.

The opponent's soul was too strong, so strong that her supernatural powers could not shake it at all.

After a violent explosion, smoke and dust billowed up, and rubble and debris flew everywhere.

With his internal magical power about to be exhausted, Hai Shan had no choice but to end the maintenance of the magic weapon.

The red umbrella slowly closed, and the rain stopped.

"Did you kill him?"

Ma Chao led the way, his voice carrying a hint of uncertain hope.

Zhao Yan's voice rang out from another corner of the courtyard:

"Unfortunately, no."

Unharmed, Zhao Yan slowly emerged from the shadows.

Ma Chao subconsciously activated the magic talisman and struck in the direction from which the sound came. The golden sword light pierced through the air, but Zhao Yan easily dodged it by sidestepping.

Hai Shan's eyes widened, his voice trembling:

"How is that possible?!"

This is a priceless treasure that Big Head risked his life to sneak out of his house!

How could it not work?

Zhao Yan shook his head, his tone carrying the patience of an elder instructing a younger person:

"The young man's umbrella flower did indeed trap him."

"But my previous attempts to persuade the young man to leave were not without merit."

Hai Shan was stunned for a moment.

This isn't nonsense, is it?

He turned his head abruptly.

Amidst the smoke and dust of the explosion, a small, blood-red figure burst through the smoke and charged straight towards Haishan!

The blood-soaked figure swelled as it faced the wind, growing taller than the roof beams in no time!

A heavy punch, accompanied by a foul stench, slammed straight toward Haishan.

[A divinely bestowed ability: the Great Abomination Bloodline!]

Caught off guard, Hai Shan only had time to cross his arms to protect his chest.

Boom!

The punch landed squarely on his arms.

The immense force, like a charging bull, sent him flying.

"boom!"

Hai Shan's body crashed through the courtyard wall and became embedded inside.

The red umbrella in his hand flew out and landed on the ground with a "thud".

Seeing Hai Shan's disheveled state, Zhao Yan slowly explained:

"My younger brother can switch places with my younger brother's body."

The reason I persuaded the young man earlier was to wait for the Blood Body to arrive.

Hai Shan struggled desperately to pull his body out of the pile of rubble.

How despicable! They actually used such methods.

Before he could fully stand up, he saw the blood-red figure approaching.

Its blood-red body obscured the sky above, casting a dark red shadow.

Zhao Yan sighed, his tone carrying an almost pitying calmness:

"Take a nap, I won't hurt you."

"Big Head doesn't want to sleep!!"

Hai Shan exerted his strength and threw his right fist, which he had just broken free from, at Xue Shen.

The fist sank directly into the bloody body.

Hai Shan stared wide-eyed.

He tried to pull his fist out, but found that the bloody body was clinging tightly to his arm.

Then the blood spread up his sunken arm, engulfing him completely.

broken!

Hai Shan, whose body was swallowed by blood, felt a wave of suffocation.

Thick blood filled my mouth and nose, blocking every possible breath.

Hai Shan struggled desperately, but he completely understood Zhao Yan's scheme.

The opponent knew very well that he couldn't defeat him with his Dharma Body in a short time, so he simply used his Blood Body to trap and suffocate him!

Even the strongest Dharma body needs to breathe.

Oh no! Oh no!

I've never practiced holding my breath!

Her face, dark purple like vines climbing the sea, was covered in dark blue.

His struggles within his body grew weaker and weaker, and his punches and kicks gradually turned into feeble convulsions.

Bubbles rose from his mouth and nose and then dissipated.

Finally, his body completely subsided, silently floating in the blood-red liquid.

Seeing that the only variable had been resolved, Zhao Yan felt relieved.

He turned around and looked at the crowd of people on the Ma Chao side:

"Alright, now it's your turn!"

The murderous intent erupted once again.

Everyone felt a sudden tightness in their hearts, as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

In that life-or-death moment, Ma Chao gritted his teeth and growled:

"Attack together! Running apart will only lead to death!"

Having said that, he charged ahead of the enemy.

Everyone suddenly realized what was happening and followed Ma Chao as he rushed towards Zhao Yan.

Facing the approaching crowd, Zhao Yan sighed:

"late!"

He waved his hand gently.

The black blood unique to the corpse flicked from his fingertips, like five ink-colored chess pieces, and accurately dotted the foreheads of everyone present.

[Deprivation of life]

Those whose foreheads were touched felt their life force and magical power draining away at an alarming rate.

Zhao Yan watched all this expressionlessly, without pity or pleasure.

It's just a means of survival.

at this time

A golden light flashed by in the distance.

The light was dazzling and carried a familiar aura that sent chills down Zhao Yan's spine.