Lu Jin is not short for a human, standing at 1.8 meters tall, but he appears unusually small next to the 10-foot-tall Yaksha, who seems as if he could be crushed with a single hand.
Yaksha's eyes, as big as copper bells, widened as he looked at Lu Jin, who seemed about to ascend to immortality. Sensing the aura emanating from him, Yaksha felt a sense of disgust, which reminded him of those high and mighty immortals.
Although the aura made Yaksha feel a little dangerous, Yaksha did not hesitate. She stretched out her palm, which was as big as a fan, and her fingernails were like sharp knives. She slapped down at Lu Jin.
Lu Jin focused his mind and body, his skin was as pale as paper, and the light-colored blood in his veins could be clearly seen flowing. The moment the Yaksha made his move, his blood was like a wild horse that had lost control, and began to run wild.
Bang!
Like the sound of metal clashing, Lu Jin easily dodged Yaksha's slap. He clenched his fist, concentrated his strength on one point, and struck Yaksha in the abdomen.
Lu Jin discovered that this guy's physique was extremely tough, so he stopped using area-of-effect attacks and instead used a point-to-area approach.
Lu Jin's withered fist, with visible veins, struck the Yaksha's navel. His strength and energy were concentrated at one point, bursting out from the navel. The rebellious energy seeped into the Yaksha's body. This powerful force, which humans sought after, was no different from poison to the Yaksha.
One mistake led to total defeat. The reversal of life energy began to purify the corpse energy and evil energy in his body, causing him to stagger backward in pain, clutching his abdomen and screaming in agony.
Zhang Zhiwei had already begun preparing the moment Lu Jin made his move, forming several hand seals. In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky and earth, countless lightning snakes moved about, and the deafening thunderclaps were the roar of the heavens.
Zhang Zhiwei leaped to the Yaksha's side, successfully completing the hand seals, and shouted, "Thunder!"
A massive bolt of lightning, a meter wide, struck the fallen Yaksha under Zhang Zhiwei's guidance, mercilessly shattering his Yin energy.
"Aaaaaah!"
Yaksha's body began to twist, most of his body parts were burned, his originally crimson eyes gradually turned white, and the iron chains in his hands guided the lightning to eliminate him even better.
The yaksha's wails gradually faded away, and his body showed obvious signs of keratinization. His skin color changed from bluish-black to brown, and in an instant, it spread throughout his body, eventually turning him into a wooden yaksha statue with a pained expression.
"How could it have turned into a wooden sculpture!"
So everyone had the same thought in their minds. Although Wang Ai was shocked, he smiled again, but the dissatisfaction in his eyes was hard to hide. This time, standing by and watching was a break with the Celestial Master's Mansion. However, Zhang Zhiwei would not tear off the mask for the sake of the big picture. As long as he was careful that Zhang Zhiwei would not trip him up in the future, he would be fine.
As Yaksha died, the poisonous fog slowly thinned and then disappeared. The walkie-talkie was also damaged, turning into a pile of broken parts, and the mastermind seemed to have escaped.
While several Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain were distracted, they were dragged away by several living corpses. Hundreds of living corpses began to retreat, leaving behind only mutilated limbs and the earth stained red. It seemed that everything was over.
As dusk approached, the sun, mostly obscured by the mountains, gradually set, casting an orange glow upon the survivors with an indescribable warmth.
Zhang Zhiwei touched the wooden carving that the Yaksha had transformed into. The texture was somewhat rough, but it was indeed made of wood. A terrifying thought crossed his mind, and his expression turned solemn. He seemed to have discovered a shocking secret.
Click click click click!
Numerous cracks appeared on the wood carving, followed by a series of firecracker-like explosions, scattering it into a pile of wood chips, and the fierce demon-like appearance of before was no longer visible.
Poor Flying Yaksha, he was tricked by the saints before, and after escaping, he met Liu Yanyan and was taken in as a slave. Today, he was tricked by Lu Jin again when he attacked Longhu Mountain. He died before he could even take flight.
"Cough cough cough!"
Seeing that the formidable enemy was dead, Zhang Zhiwei felt a great weight lifted from his heart and breathed a sigh of relief. His originally upright body bent slightly, and he couldn't help but cough twice.
"Grandmaster, are you alright!" A young Taoist boy ran out from the crowd and quickly supported the swaying Zhang Zhiwei. His childish face was full of concern. He was the same young Taoist boy who had been injured by Xu Le earlier. It seemed that his injuries had healed.
Zhang Zhiwei felt a warmth in his heart and said with a smile, "Grandmaster is alright. Help me over there. That guy probably doesn't have any more trump cards left!"
"Yes, Grandmaster!"
The young Taoist priest bowed his head and answered, helping Zhang Zhiwei walk slowly forward. Lu Jin squatted down, picked up some wood shavings, and examined them closely. After all, this matter was too strange. If his guess was correct, it was very likely that a wooden sculpture had been turned into a yaksha. If someone possessed this ability, could they bring those statues to life?
If it were true, the world would be thrown into chaos, so Lu Jin dared not take it lightly and could only hope that it was just an anomaly after the death of the Yaksha.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground to rest. Zhuge Qing carefully observed the battlefield and found no ambush or backup plan, so he relaxed his tense mind.
The young Taoist boy, supporting Zhang Zhiwei, asked in a low voice, "Grandmaster, is it really over? Our Longhu Mountain suffered heavy losses this time; many of our fellow disciples were dragged away by the living corpses."
The old Celestial Master looked sorrowful, his white eyebrows and beard hanging down on either side of his face. He sighed, "It should be over now. I will definitely find the murderer and give all my disciples an explanation. I absolutely cannot let them die in vain!"
"Grandmaster!" the young Taoist boy lowered his head and called out softly.
"What is it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked with some confusion. Suddenly, something was stuffed into his hand, and the little Taoist boy beside him quickly stepped back.
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Chapter 115: I am already defiled, I only wish you well (Does my book have many female readers?)
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"What!" Zhang Zhiwei stared at the small blue ball in his hand. His premonition as a cultivator was frantically reminding him that he might die!
He tried to fling the object out of his hand, but the small ball seemed to be glued to the skin of his palm. At the same time, he sensed that the ball was extending tiny tentacles, barely visible to the naked eye, that were spreading into the depths of his flesh.
"Boom!" The young Taoist boy retreated dozens of meters, his voice no longer the childish male voice, but a girl's voice, carrying a hint of coldness, as if it blew from the underworld.
The blue ball suddenly glowed with a faint, eerie light, like the first rays of dawn, but it was not hope, but rather a deep despair.
Bang!
The blue sphere exploded instantly, and countless twisted, azure souls flew out, emitting silent howls. None of them had a complete form; they were more or less body parts, and had no consciousness. They all surged towards Zhang Zhiwei, who was closest to them, burrowing into his body and frantically tearing at his soul.
"Ahhh!" Zhang Zhiwei's veins bulged from the pain, his skin gradually lost its luster, large areas of age spots appeared on his face, his original silver hair turned white, and he instantly stepped into the end of his life.
"Grandmaster!"
"Old Zhang!"
"Old Celestial Master!"