Chen Ru's skills 7

e, which I got from Lin Yanhuan, Young Master Lin.It's not really useful on a daily basis, I mostly just use it to pass the time. But this is a good thing—if Young Master Lin uses it, it has to be goo...A chilly wind howled, rustling every leaf and twig, each sound a prickle to my eardrums.

The Silent Lands fear feeling even the slightest change, it's better to remain deathly still and reassuring.

Mu Wanchen's Gu spirit is both a Gu and a spirit. It can be used to deal with tangible demons and spirits, and it can also attack evil spirits, making it very useful.

But anything that could make his Gu spirit this alert and roar in such a manner, definitely wasn't here for good.

"...Not good, there are still quite a few." Mu Wanchen frowned slightly, reaching out to stuff several talismans into my hands. "Go and perform the Five Ghosts Technique first, I'll hold off the spell gate."

"I... I... Where would I know your Five Ghost Moving Technique!"

This is really not me making excuses, their spells and rituals are all shrouded in mystery. Sometimes I can't even see how they perform them, so how could I

"The roots of all things are the same, just stick the talismans according to the directions," he urged me, pushing me roughly and guiding me behind the tree root's doorway: "Hurry, it's safer inside!"

No way ~~ There might even be zombie puppets and ancestral demon insects inside!

I fell into the trap, my whole body trembling with cold. I looked up, and the scenery here was much like it was when I came yesterday.

The ladder, hollow and suspended like the segments of a centipede, "floated" on the distant mountain. The moonlight that spilled onto it was ghastly pale, like an icy landscape in the night.

Mu Xiaqiao, I'm afraid there's no way out. Quickly move the coffin away.

I slapped my own face, took a deep breath, and ran towards the stone steps.

Having walked this path once, I encountered some places that seemed to be hanging precariously in the air. With a single leap, I cleared them. Even the gray mist couldn't cloud my vision.

"...Little Empress, you've made progress." A tiny voice came from under my skirt.

I lowered my head and saw that Ah-Da and Ah-Meng had returned to my backpack at some point, sticking out their two "wooden heads" and commenting on my mad dash.

Ady hardly spoke, only nodding in agreement.

"The two of you..." I wanted to tell them to come out and help, but then I thought about their current size, they were only the size of a palm. Those little short legs couldn't run as fast as me.

"Little Lady, be careful!" A Meng suddenly shouted.

What should I be wary of I stopped, cautiously eyeing the gray mist ahead. The strange "tomb" was already faintly visible.

I know that in this desolate wilderness, there are a few followers of the Demon Lords in this world—or rather, those who follow the Demon Lords' subordinates.

They make a living by "chopping wood," specializing in robbing out-of-town hikers who come to climb and explore the mountains.

And those who were robbed by them, their bodies were never found.

In the gray mist ahead, something moved indistinctly.

I put the talisman Mu Wanchen had given me back in my small satchel and took out the Zijiao Ruyi.

Leifa, often regarded as one of the highest Daoist magical arts, is based on neidan cultivation and integrates talismanry, spells, finger techniques, footwork, qi manipulation, and shape-shifting. It possesses immense power and a wide range of applications.

Based on vital energy, with yin and yang as its application, thunder represents the pivot point of yin and yang.

Therefore, there is a saying that without thunder, one cannot govern the three realms.

Regardless of cultivating immortals or refining demons, and regardless of the three realms and ten directions, thunder magic is often the most sharp and also the most difficult to cultivate secret technique.

This Zijiao Ruyi in my hand is said to be a magical artifact that fell from the Heavenly Palace of Shenxiao Yuqing, therefore it has divine favor and when practicing thunder techniques, its power is often ten times greater than my own Taoist skill.

I had just formed a sword's edge with the incantation, and the gray mist in front of me was split apart. I saw clearly the indistinct movements ahead.

That was the "woodcutter" I met yesterday.

"Don't come any closer!" I warned in a low voice, my skin crawling with goosebumps. "You're not human or ghost right now, and if you take another step, I'll fight back!"

Their skin was ashen gray, their eyes bloodshot, they did not look like living beings.

But I'm not sure, what if they're still alive Even if you gave me a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare to hack someone to death!

"Little Empress, Little Empress! Look at their backs!" Ah Meng couldn't contain herself and poked her head out from my bag to point them out.

Behind them I squinted, and saw a silver thread glinting faintly in the moonlight.

But this thread was deeply embedded in the back of their necks, occasionally swelling into a lump as if it were drawing blood and marrow!

"The big bug..." I thought of last night's flying monster, it controlled people in this way—but didn't it fly onto Professor Zheng's face

Later, Professor Zheng was taken away by us. The insect had flown off to who knows where, probably disappearing with Yin Su Bai.

And there it was again - could this creature be the true guardian of this tomb

With a sincere heart, I submit to your command. Nine Heavens Respond to the Yuan Dynasty, Supreme Jade Purity King.

I recited the Lei Zu Bao Gao, and the sword edge conjured by Ruyi surged. I raised my hand and swung fiercely, a sword qi flew past the zombie puppets' sides and crashed into the gray mist behind them.

The gray mist was split open by the sword qi of thunder, dissipating a lot. A pair of eyes emitting crimson light appeared in the depths.

Heaven~~ How did it become so big

Those eyes look like they're the size of bowls! Is this still an "insect"

I took several steps back — I can't handle this! Maybe I should go ask Mu Wanchen to borrow a gu spirit for protection

"Hiss—" The demon insect across from me clearly didn't want to let me escape. It jabbed its slender legs into the woodcutters' necks, controlling them as they charged towards me.

The mountain road was narrow and there was no room to maneuver.

I dared not turn around and run downhill, for fear of exposing my back.

He could only mutter the lightning strike incantation in his heart, pinching his fingers and waving his sword indiscriminately, blocking the opponent's momentum while retreating backwards himself.

I was flustered, and a sudden chill swept over me from behind. In my panic, I didn't have time to look back, thinking it must be Jiang Qiyun here to save me!

"Qi Yun—" I just called out his name, and between the two woodcutters ahead, a silver light suddenly burst forth!

That demon worm wants to control me too! If it burrows into me, wouldn't I become one of these living corpses under its control!

Time seemed to slow down. Before I could even think about the possibility of tumbling down the stairs and getting a concussion, I instinctively threw myself backward to avoid that tentacle—

"Thud." A dull thud echoed as the back of my head slammed against something cold and hard.

Here we go...

A barely audible rustle of wings sounded softly in my ear.

The sound was barely audible, yet it stimulated every pore on my body!

A moonlight bathed in frost blossoms was suddenly covered by black wings, the light vanished from my sight, and darkness instantly enveloped my whole body!

……

A pair of crimson eyes, in the darkness, gazed at me with a mournful droop.

Like looking down on prey.

I swallowed, a gulp echoing in my throat, sending shivers down my spine.

I've seen, I've seen...

I have seen these huge, black wings!

"...North, the Great Dark Emperor of Heaven..."

My lips moved, and I wasn't sure if the words were coming from my mouth or just a reflex in my mind.

I rushed headlong, my head slamming straight into his icy chest. The armor underneath his clothes dug into my skull, making it throb painfully.

His wings covered the sky and blotted out the sun, like a cage encasing me entirely. Not even moonlight could penetrate.

And he lowered his head slightly, his crimson eyes staring coldly at me.

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