"How is this possible? Aren't flying yakshas mythical creatures?!" Zhang Chulan exclaimed in surprise. He could accept otherworldly beings, but now even mythical creatures had appeared. He felt increasingly unfamiliar with the world he had lived in for over twenty years. Who knows, a god might suddenly appear one day.
Zhuge Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said calmly, "What's impossible? There's a snake spirit over there that can possess someone, and there are plenty of powerful spirits in the Northeast. Since monsters can become spirits, why can't there be flying yakshas!"
Following Zhuge Qing's gaze, Zhang Chulan saw a bespectacled man in a suit with eyes like a snake's, pupils bulging. He glared at Zhang Chulan with annoyance at the probing look in his eyes.
Six zombies—or rather, zombie-like monsters transformed from living people, which can be called living corpses—unchained themselves. Then one of the living corpses jumped onto the coffin, lay down, and used its body to wipe away the cinnabar-drawn talisman.
Since he was not merely transformed into a zombie-like being by evil magic, the cinnabar talisman did not cause him much harm. It only emitted a red glow, and the zombie's body showed a lot of burn marks, but it was not fatal.
The cinnabar talisman was slowly wiped away, and the coffin fell silent, like the calm before a storm. The atmosphere was heavy.
Click!
A huge, bluish-black hand emerged from beneath the coffin lid, gleaming with a black luster. It pierced through the lid and seized the living corpse lying on it.
Bang bang bang!
The coffin exploded with a cracking sound, and then the fragments flew out, revealing a figure ten feet tall. The figure had bluish-black skin, and the stiff skin showed a metallic luster. The figure had a blue face and fangs, with crimson hair growing on the sides of its head. A necklace made of skulls hung around its neck, which kept striking with its movements, producing a crisp and melodious sound.
It was the Flying Yaksha that had been resurrected by the Rat Saint, but for some unknown reason, Liu Yanyan captured it and successfully subdued it, using it in her plan to attack Longhu Mountain.
Yaksha roared twice in anger. The talismans within his body tightly bound him, seemingly designed specifically for him, leaving him utterly powerless to resist. This was undoubtedly a humiliation for him.
After a few moments of calming his breathing, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the Yaksha emerging from the coffin and clearly felt the chilling, malevolent power emanating from this tall body spreading outwards.
"The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all energies, through vast calamities, I will prove my divine powers!"
Zhang Zhiwei was protected by golden light, and bursts of energy continuously spread outward, dazzling in their brilliance, like a celestial being descended to earth.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Zhiwei arrived behind the Yaksha and forcefully slammed his fist down on the Yaksha's head. He clearly understood that this evil creature would never let humans go, not to mention that there was a mastermind behind it all, so Zhang Zhiwei decided to strike first.
"Old man, you seem to underestimate me!" Yaksha was somewhat wary of Zhang Zhiwei's speed, but he still maintained his contempt for humans. Sensing the danger approaching from behind, he remained unmoved, the iron chains binding him began to shake, like a fighting venomous snake, coiling its body for that lightning strike.
"Yeah?"
Zhang Zhiwei's long beard danced in the air, as majestic as a dragon's whiskers, before he struck out with lightning from the center of his hand.
"Thunder Magic - Palm Thunder!"
A dazzling blue-white lightning bolt exploded, colliding with the Yaksha and creating a powerful gust of wind that rippled outwards from them, raising a huge cloud of dust.
"You are indeed very strong, but I am no longer the same person I was when I first recovered!" Yaksha's indifferent voice rang out, and then the smoke and dust dissipated, revealing Yaksha's tall figure, along with a golden shield made of chains.
It was this shield that blocked Zhang Zhiwei's deadly lightning. A section of the chain pierced into the earth, conducting all the lightning into the ground. It could be said that Zhang Zhiwei's attack was ineffective.
"Now it's my turn!" Yaksha revealed a cruel smile, greedily looking at Zhang Zhiwei, who was standing not far away trying to remain calm. Although Zhang Zhiwei was old, his blood was full of powerful and energy-rich blood, which was more tempting to Yaksha than the blood of a thousand ordinary people.
Bang bang bang!
Although Yaksha was tall, he moved with incredible speed. He created deep pits under his feet and arrived in front of Zhang Zhiwei in the blink of an eye. His fist, as big as a casserole dish, collided with Zhang Zhiwei's golden fist, creating a huge shockwave.
However, the two were evenly matched in strength, and for a time they exchanged blows, fighting fiercely and evenly. The ground beneath their feet was not as hard as their bodies, and countless fragments of stone flew in all directions.
"Cough cough cough!"
Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but cough a few times. He had been tricked by the man in black robes who used a deadly poison to dig out his body. Although he was not seriously injured, he had consumed a lot of his Qi and his body was fundamentally damaged. He was already injured.
If he hadn't been injured before, he could have suppressed the Yaksha, but now the Yaksha's attacks were fierce, and he himself was injured and somewhat exhausted, with his internal organs being pulled and displaced.
Zhang Zhiwei began to release his force, dodging left and right instead of fighting him head-on. Each of Yaksha's punches carried the force of ten thousand pounds, and like ocean waves, each punch was stronger than the last. Every time he clashed with Yaksha, his body would be violently shaken, and his internal organs would be unable to withstand it.
Zhang Chulan looked at the precarious old master on the field with some worry, but when he thought that his strength was completely useless and that going there rashly would only add trouble to the old master, he couldn't help but feel disappointed and disgusted with his own incompetence.
"Hey kid, what are you doing!" Feng Baobao patted Zhang Chulan's shoulder, put her arm around his neck, and asked in a hearty manner.
"It's nothing!" Zhang Chulan shook his head and continued watching the Yaksha and the Old Celestial Master fighting each other, silently praying for the Old Celestial Master in his heart.
Meanwhile, the fact that some Taoist priests were bitten to death by the zombies and their bodies were dragged away attracted the attention of others. They discovered that only the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain were dragged away, while the bodies of the others were indeed devoured on the spot.
Zhuge Qing also noticed this situation, but couldn't understand what the mastermind's purpose was in wanting these Taoists. He could only do his best to protect the Taoists of Longhu Mountain, since it was never wrong to try to sabotage the enemy's plans.
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The Yaksha's face grew increasingly ferocious, his crimson eyes gleaming red. Instead of using his fists, he brandished the iron chain in his hand, whipping it like a tornado, forcing the already disadvantaged Old Master to defend passively.
"Lu Jin, help me! The other ten elders, come help me too! Let's subdue this guy together!"
Zhang Zhiwei dodged the swinging chains, his body nimbly slipping away from their encirclement. His internal energy was depleted, and his physical reflexes were beginning to decline. At the same time, the evil energy was slowly eroding his body during the battle, causing his meridians to stiffen. Although he could clear them with his energy, he had no time to recover during the fight. If this continued, he would be crushed to death by the Yaksha with the chains.
So Zhang Zhiwei disregarded his pride and directly called for help.
Upon hearing this, Lu Jin drew talismans with both hands, creating a hurricane to disperse the poisonous mist. Then, he drew a flame talisman in the air and summoned a pillar of fire to crash into the yaksha who was frantically beating him.
Lu Jin jumped off the platform, his eyes lowered, his expression calm. His hair grew whiter and his skin lighter, and with each step he took, his demeanor improved, like an immortal about to ascend to heaven.
"The Trinity Gate, Reverse Rebirth Triple!"
Wang Ai narrowed her eyes, her smile vanished, and her expression turned somewhat solemn. She said, "I didn't expect Lu Jin to have mastered this technique to such an extent. He should be close to reaching the ultimate core of this technique, Ascension!"
Despite his worries, Wang Ai remained confident and showed no intention of making a move. As the most powerful among the Ten Elders, his confidence stemmed from his trump cards and his own strength.
He didn't want to make a move, and at the same time, he signaled to the other ten elders not to make a move. Where there are people, there will be conflict. Wang Ai had wanted to get rid of the Old Celestial Master for a long time, but he had never had the opportunity. Now that the opportunity had come, he would naturally not give up. As for the threat of the Yaksha, he was not afraid at all. He had a way to escape from here.
Lu Jin snorted coldly at Wang Ai's little tricks, but did not go back to settle accounts with them. Instead, he stepped forward to stand in front of Yaksha.