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

Gao Haoguang paid no attention to Wumingzi's shock.

He held the powerful magic talisman in his hand, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness extend outward along the causal lines on Hai Shan's body.

The threads became clearly visible in his perception.

One by one, they were drawn from Haishan's body, passed through the void, and connected to some distant point.

My supernatural powers require a sufficiently deep causal relationship with the target before I can perform pre-selection.

But in this state, Haishan is able to actively choose the objects involved in his cause and effect.

Gao Haoguang slowly grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

Then I'll just borrow the cause and effect from Hai Shan.

I crossed the bridge built for me across the sea and mountains, and found that...

This talisman will surely predict the future!

[My innate supernatural power allows me to preemptively seize bodies in both the illusory and real worlds!]

Gao Haoguang let out a strange, cackling laugh:

"Burn this powerful magic talisman for you!"

The green flames burst into flame.

In the blink of an eye, it swallowed the great supernatural talisman in Gao Haoguang's hand.

The talisman turned to ashes, the ashes turned to blue smoke, and the blue smoke dissipated in the air.

Nothing was left behind.

Wumingzi paused for a moment, and the owl tilted its head:

"It doesn't seem to be working? Did your supernatural power fail to activate?"

Gao Haoguang looked amazed, his lips curling into a wide smile:

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

Hai Shan asked curiously from the side, "What kind of talisman did you use this time?"

Gao Haoguang waved his finger, looking smug: "Three True Illusion Cold Needle Talisman."

He sighed:

"However, because my current cultivation level is too low, I estimate that I can only transmit about 50% of the power."

Before he could finish speaking...

A cold wind swept through the entire city of Xi'an.

The city was filled with gasps of alarm, the barking of dogs, the crying of babies, and the shouting of adults.

"Got it! Senior brother!"

Gao Haoguang suddenly stood up:

"That guy is probably frozen solid by now!"

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind howled beside him.

Xia Chuan's figure blurred into a streak as he flipped out of the window and disappeared into the night.

Gao Haoguang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses:

"Let's hurry up and get out of here!"

Everyone stood up and filed out.

The nameless man was dumbfounded.

Chapter 57 Entering Taiwan!

In the eastern part of the city, in an abandoned courtyard, the air was thick with ice.

The blue brick floor was covered with white frost, the withered grass in the corner of the wall was frozen into an ice sculpture, and even the air seemed to freeze.

A figure descended from the sky and landed on the ground outside the courtyard.

Xia Chuan steadied himself and looked sharply into the courtyard.

The source of the chill was the person standing in the center of the courtyard.

The figure of a middle-aged man, half of his body pierced by cold needles.

It seems that Chen Xinmei is currently inside this guy's body.

Having confirmed his goal, Xia Chuan no longer hesitated.

[Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals]

An invisible hand, capable of seizing souls, reached out from his palm and grasped the ice sculpture.

That hand pierced through the ice, through the flesh, and reached deep into the body.

The feedback I received felt completely empty.

Xia Chuan was taken aback, his brows furrowing sharply: "Didn't catch them?"

He withdrew his supernatural powers, staring at the ice sculpture with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"No, there's no primordial spirit in this body at all?"

The ice sculpture shattered in the next instant.

A hand suddenly broke free from the ice, its five fingers spread wide, and grabbed straight at Xia Chuan's face.

Xia Chuan narrowly dodged the oncoming attack.

But he still took two steps back, looking at the corpse in front of him with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

what happened?

This body has no primordial spirit at all, yet it can still move?

Is this guy's supernatural power really capable of going this far?

The ice shattered, and Chen Xinmei broke free from the ice sculpture.

Half of his body was still covered in shards of ice, and the wounds pierced by the cold needles were slowly healing.

Black blood seeped from the wounds, dripping onto the ground with a hissing sound.

He opened his eyes and looked at Xia Chuan with surprise and uncertainty.

"You are not a seeker of the Dharma?"

Chen Xinmei muttered to herself, her voice carrying a strange sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, including regret or unease).

"A mere mortal dares to try and capture me all by himself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Chuan felt a pull on his feet.

He looked down and saw that the once solid ground had turned into liquid.

The blue bricks and soil seemed to have been melted by something, turning into a pool of murky muddy water.

A pulling force came from the muddy water.

In the blink of an eye, Xia Chuan was dragged into the mud and water.

Xia Chuan quickly looked down at his feet.

A clay figure was gripping his trouser leg tightly, pulling him further down.

Xia Chuan's eyes widened.

Isn't this guy's supernatural power possession?

What's the situation now?

As he pondered, Zhao Yan's figure flashed past him.

[Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals]

[Great Evil Blood Body]

Blood gushed from Xia Chuan's palm, like a flood bursting its banks, swelling wildly in the muddy water.

In the blink of an eye, a blood-red giant emerged from the narrow muddy water, spreading his arms to support Xia Chuan as he stood up.

Chen Xinmei was quite surprised to see the blood-red giant that had just emerged from the mud and water, and her pupils dilated slightly.

"The Resurrection Blood Body of the Wangchuan Academy?"

He looked at Xia Chuan with suspicion and uncertainty. "Are you a disciple of Wangchuan?"

Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes, his tone indifferent: "So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?"

Chen Xinmei shook her head and chuckled, a self-deprecating smile curving her lips:

"That's true."

"I'm already a Nirvana corpse, and I still care about these things."

His smile vanished, and his gaze turned icy.

"Kid, I don't want to get entangled in a fight with you."

"Let me go now, and I'll spare your life, how about it?"

Xia Chuan's lips curled up, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth:

"Really? What if I say no?"

Chen Xinmei sighed, a sigh tinged with helplessness:

"Then I have no choice but to offend you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the land that had turned into mud and water suddenly returned to normal.

The blue bricks and soil solidified, firmly wedging the Great Evil Blood Body beneath the ground, as if it had been cast into cement.

Xia Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.