6kv Chapter 172 Oh my god! Why didn't you say so earlier!
Chapter 172 Oh my god! Why didn't you say so earlier!
Chapter 172 Oh my god! Why didn't you say so earlier! (4000)
The moment this danger level was announced, Lu Yuan was clearly a little stunned.
In Lu Yuan's previous mind, this so-called faceless evil god was definitely not a threat.
It's that kind of existence that's half-dead, about to vanish into thin air.
Just like those people in Zhenlong Temple.
So, from the very beginning, Lu Yuan didn't really take this matter seriously.
But this left Lu Yuan a little bewildered.
no----
Although Lu Yuan hasn't fully recovered to the level of a Celestial Master yet, to be honest, he's pretty close.
With Lu Yuan's current strength, is there still a ten-star danger?
This faceless evil god doesn't look like something that's about to vanish into thin air at all!
Suddenly, Lu Yuan turned around and glanced at the two little noses.
Damn it!
So you guys from the Deng Hu family really do inherit everything!
At the same time, the wind stopped.
The leaves fell silent, the grass stopped swaying, and even the few wisps of smoke left after the fire died down floated straight up.
It floated into the air and then suddenly dissipated.
The valley fell silent all at once. It wasn't just any silence; all sound seemed to have been sucked away.
I can't hear the insects chirping, I can't hear the birds singing, I can't hear my own heartbeat.
The crack in the ground was getting wider and wider.
From the width of a finger to the width of a palm, from the width of a palm to the width of an arm.
The crack was pitch black, not just any kind of black, but the kind of black that couldn't even let in any light.
The talismanic flame on Lu Yuan's shoulder was still burning, but the light shone into the crack and disappeared after three inches.
It wasn't blocked, it was swallowed up.
The darkness resembled a mouth, swallowing up the light.
The hand that was reaching out from the crack was still trying to climb out.
It wasn't the hand climbing; something was using that hand to push upwards from underground.
The hand had no fingers; it was just a blurry, claw-like thing.
It was pitch black, glistening with an oily sheen under the moonlight, as if it had just been pulled out of the water.
Something started to seep out of the crack.
It's not fog, it's not smoke, it's vapor.
It's a very faint scent, colorless, but if you look in that direction, you know there's something there.
The gas surged out from the crack, spreading outwards along the ground, engulfing the ashes of the paper, which then flew up.
It swept over the fallen leaves, and the fallen leaves rolled up.
The water flowed over the pebbles, and the pebbles rolled away on their own.
The gas spread faster and faster, becoming thicker and thicker, growing from close to the ground to half a person's height, and then from half a person's height to a person's height.
Something started moving in the air. It wasn't the wind; the air itself was churning, like a pot of boiling water, bubbling and bubbling.
With each bubble bursting, a face floated out.
It's not the face of a person, but the outline of a face.
It had no eyes, no nose, no mouth; it was just a blurry, pale circle that floated in the air for a moment before dissipating.
One card was discarded, and another one appeared.
One after another, densely packed together.
Those faces churned in the air, floated to the edge of the crack, and were sucked back in.
It floats out, then is sucked back in.
It floats out, then is sucked back in.
There's no way to escape.
Soon, a large black braised egg emerged from the crack.
A head without a face.
The entire head was a smooth, bare mass of skin, round and bald.
The moonlight shone on it, but it didn't reflect light or cast shadows; it just slid past.
He turned his head.
It has no eyes, but it sees.
Look at Lu Yuan, look at the living tiger and rabbit, look at the paper tiger and rabbit.
Look at that lamp, look at those faces, look at this valley.
Then, the faceless evil god's body appeared.
Very thin, as thin as a bamboo pole.
It's very tall, so tall it's inhuman.
It stood by the crack, the moonlight shining on it, casting no shadow.
Then the faceless evil god raised his hand and grabbed into the air.
It casually grabbed a handful of its face, held it in its hand, and then pressed it against its own face.
The face pressed against its body, at first it was like a piece of paper stuck on, it just wouldn't stick properly.
But soon, it completely blended into the faceless evil god's face.
This is the face of a woman in her sixties or seventies, wrinkled and pale.
Such a face, paired with such a tall and thin figure, is truly indescribably eerie and sinister.
Upon seeing the faceless evil god before him, Lu Yuan did not hesitate at all and immediately shoved the apotropaic dagger back into his waistband.
The amulet dagger is only good for small-scale stunts.
Lu Yuan hadn't taken the Faceless Evil God seriously before, only using it to break some evil spells.
But what will happen next is obvious even to a fool.
Lu Yuan didn't plan to run away. If he did, it would be much harder to catch this faceless evil god in the future.
The next second, Lu Yuan's right hand reached out into the void.
A crack appeared in the system space at the fingertip, and cold air rushed out.
He touched the hilt of the sword.
It wasn't the warm touch of a talisman; it was icy, like touching iron in winter.
Lu Yuan grasped it and pulled it out.
The moment the sword emerged from the crack, the moonlight suddenly shone brightly.
It's not that the moon has become brighter, it's that the sword is reflecting light.
The three-foot-long sword has cloud patterns engraved on its spine, extending from the guard to the tip.
The blade was so thin that it was translucent; when the moonlight shone on one side, it could be seen on the other.
The hilt of the sword was wrapped with black rope, the knot of which had been worn shiny, the kind of shine that comes from being held for many years.
Lu Yuan held the sword horizontally in front of him, and with two fingers of his left hand together, he slid the sword from the base to the tip.
The sword made a humming sound, not the sound of iron, but the sound of bronze, like a temple bell being struck.
This is Yun Ting.
Top-level magical artifact!
The sword has cloud patterns on its blade, and it makes a thunderous sound when it is drawn from its sheath.
Clouds follow the dragon, thunder follows the sky; clouds move and rain falls, lightning strikes and lightning sweeps away.
This perfectly aligns with the Taoist principle of "clouds and thunder in the sky, divine objects in hand."
Lu Yuan had no intention of wasting time with this faceless evil god, nor did he want to say anything meaningless.
My own orthodox Taoist Celestial Master!
It is an evil spirit!
There were no other words to say when we met, just two words.
Do it!!
After holding the sword in his right hand, Lu Yuan immediately formed a lightning spell with his left!
Extend your index and middle fingers forward and together, bend your ring and little fingers and tuck them into your palm, and press your thumb down on your ring fingernail.
This is the proper starting stance for summoning thunder in Taoism.
Although Lu Yuan's overall condition has not yet recovered to the level of a Celestial Master, it does not mean that he cannot use thunder magic.
It's just that Lu Yuan's lightning magic isn't as strong as it used to be.
But it is still lightning magic, and it still has a strong suppressive effect on evil spirits!
"The Thunder Ancestor of the Nine Heavens commands with thunderous speed, swift as a shooting star, and resounds throughout the ten directions and three realms in an instant."
Lu Yuan read a sentence, took a step back, and pointed the tip of his sword at the Faceless Evil God.
The cloud patterns on the sword began to glow, not as a reflection, but because they were shining on their own.
The bluish-white light followed the cloud pattern, moving from the base of the sword to the tip, and then back from the tip to the base.
The faceless evil god moved slightly. Not forward, but sideways.
Its body tilted slightly, like bamboo swaying in the wind.
It tilted, then straightened out again.
The old woman's mouth was open, but it had no teeth, no tongue, just a black hole.
The dark hole faced Lu Yuan, and a cold wind was blowing out of it, carrying the smell of a muddy pond.
Lu Yuan didn't look at that mouth.
He stared at the sword tip, which was trembling—not his hand, but the sword itself. It was responding to the thunder.
"The Five Thunderbolts, the Mighty Officials, the Thunderous Roar."
"Soaring to the heavens and crashing to the earth, capturing evil spirits."
Lu Yuan stomped his right foot on the ground, released the Thunder Technique, gripped the sword with both hands, and pointed the sword tip to the sky.
The moonlight shone on the sword, flowing down the blade, onto the guard, onto the hilt, and onto his hand.
His hand lit up, not with light, but with something gushing out of the sword.
Climb up your fingers, up to the back of your hand, up to your wrist, up to your forearm.
That's thunder energy.
You can't see it, but you can feel it.
The hairs on my hands stood on end, and my sleeves were fluttering even without wind.
The faceless evil god has moved again.
This time it's not veering off course, it's moving forward.
It walked very slowly, taking one step at a time.
The footsteps made no sound, but the ashes on the ground were shaken up, forming a thin layer that floated in mid-air.
The old woman's face remained motionless, frozen in place, its dark depths pointing towards Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan slashed his sword downwards, the tip pointing at the Faceless Evil God.
"I command the thunder, in accordance with the will of Heaven. With a single thunderclap, all evil will vanquish!"
After reciting the last sentence, he thrust the sword forward.
It's not a thorn, it's a gift.
The sword flew from his hand, hovering in mid-air, its tip pointing at the faceless evil god.
The cloud patterns on the sword shone brightly, the bluish-white light so dazzling that one couldn't open their eyes.
Something made a sound in the sky.
It's not thunder, it's a harbinger of thunder.
The sky was oppressive, the clouds were churning. The moon was still there, but its light had dimmed.
Clouds surged in from all directions, dark clouds, pressing down low as if they were about to fall.
Something is rolling in the clouds; it's not thunder, it's thunder moving.
Walk from the east to the west, from the west to the south, and from the south to the north.
Wherever you go, the light will illuminate the scene.
At this moment, Lu Yuan couldn't help but mutter to himself that, given his current condition, forcibly activating lightning magic was still a bit of a stretch.
It's been so long, and the lightning spell still hasn't come down!
Not to mention the Grand Celestial Master, he doesn't even need to make hand seals; he starts with thunder magic.
Even if it were Lu Yuan from before, lightning should have struck him down by now, but right now, the lightning is still darting around in the sky—
But thankfully—
This faceless evil god is no clever thing.
Or rather—
This faceless evil god is also problematic.
There's definitely a problem.
If there are no problems, then there's definitely no need for Xu Denghu's family to continue the work.
The faceless evil god stopped, raised its head, and looked at the sky.
I didn't intend to interrupt Lu Yuan or do anything else during this time.
It was as if they were attracted by the thunder from the sky.
It has no eyes, yet it sees.
A clap of thunder boomed in the sky.
It wasn't a muffled rumble, it was a deafening roar.
It exploded overhead in a flash, making the valley reverberate.
The living tiger and rabbit covered their ears and squatted down, while the paper tiger and rabbit lay on the ground, and the lamp rolled far away.
Lu Yuan stood still, but he heard a buzzing sound in his ears, and then he couldn't hear anything anymore.
The clouds parted.
A beam of light pierced through the clouds; it wasn't lightning, but thunder.
It was bluish-white, as thick as a bowl, and it struck straight down on the sword that was hanging in mid-air.
The moment the sword caught the lightning, the entire valley lit up.
I can't see anything.
The trees are invisible, the temple is invisible, the mountains are invisible.
It was all white, so white it was blinding, so white it made it hard to open your eyes.
Lu Yuan closed his eyes, tossed the magic sword in his hand slightly toward the sky, and formed a hand seal.
This time it's the "Five Thunder Seal".
Interlace your fingers with your palms facing outwards, touch your thumbs together, extend your index and middle fingers forward, and clasp the other six fingers tightly.
"One clap of thunder shakes heaven and earth; two claps of thunder startle ghosts and gods."
"When three thunderbolts strike, all evil dares not arise!"
He reads a sentence, and the printing changes once.
The first sentence: Push forward with both hands.
The second sentence is: Raise both hands upwards.
The third sentence: Press both hands down.
After reciting the third sentence, Lei stepped down from the sword.
We're finally down!
It wasn't cleaved down, it was blown down.
The bolt of lightning exploded from the tip of the sword, splitting into five beams.
One goes east, one goes south, one goes west, one goes north, and one goes down.
Five bolts of lightning struck the ground, blasting five craters.
The soil in the pit was scorched and smoking.
The faceless evil god stood in the middle of the five pits, and the old woman's face pasted on its face exploded and disappeared.
The faceless evil god stood there, then transformed back into that smooth, empty mass.
The moonlight shone on it, and it stood amidst the lightning, and moved slightly.
They weren't being driven back; they were moving forward.
One step, two steps, three steps.
When the lightning struck it, ripples appeared on its body, like a stone thrown into water that ripples briefly before leveling off.
Hit it once, then swing it back.
Hit it once, then swing it back.
It moved forward, and the lightning couldn't stop it.
Lu Yuan gripped Yun Ting, staring at the faceless thing in front of him.
Lightning magic is useless.
this?!
He had never seen anything like it before.
I've been learning Taoism from the old man since I was a child. I've seen zombies that aren't afraid of talismans and fierce ghosts that aren't afraid of curses.
But the evil spirits that are not afraid of thunder magic are seeing this for the first time.
Thunder magic is the most righteous thing in the world; when heavenly thunder roars, all evil will be subdued.
This is an old principle that has been passed down in Taoism for thousands of years, and no one has changed it.
But this thing in front of me just took five bolts of lightning and is completely unharmed.
The lightning that struck it only rippled a few times, like water, and then disappeared.
not to mention----
Lu Yuan glanced at the top of the faceless evil god's head.
Isn't it written very clearly above?!
Type: Faceless Evil God
[Cultivation Level: 317 years]
Weaknesses: Lightning, Electricity, Fire
Danger Level: ★★★★★
Its first weakness is lightning!
this----
How could this be useless?!
At this moment, the lightning on the magic sword suspended in mid-air grew weaker and weaker, and the thickness of the sword changed from the size of a bowl to the size of an arm, and from the size of an arm to the size of a wrist.
The cloud pattern on the sword spine darkened, one section at a time, from the tip of the sword to the base.
This is the result of Lu Yuan's true qi rapidly diminishing.
Lu Yuan immediately used his ultimate move, without even considering fighting the Faceless Evil God for a few rounds first.
There are naturally advantages to doing this.
It can catch the other party off guard, or cause them serious injury if they don't take it seriously.
However, there are also downsides.
Taking action without understanding anything resulted in no effect.
That would be the end of it —
And what Lu Yuan finds most incomprehensible right now is—
This faceless evil god—
If I can't withstand the lightning magic, what should I do next?!
Lu Yuan reached out and grabbed the sword back.
The moment he held the sword, he felt it was hot.
It wasn't the lightning that was hot; it was the sword that was heating up.
It was warning him.
Just then, the paper tiger and rabbit's voice came from behind: "Taoist priest! It's no use!"
The paper tiger rabbit's voice was urgent and shrill: "You can't hit it!"
"It's those faces!"
"Those faces in the air!"
Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment.
The paper tiger rabbit lay on the ground, holding the eight-hole lamp in its arms. The lamp was still lit, a dim yellow, and swaying back and forth.
She looked up at Lu Yuan, her little face full of anxiety: "Those faces stuck to its body, those people's souls are still inside it, they haven't dissipated!"
"You strike it, but those souls will take its place!"
"That old woman just now took the lightning strike for it and saved it from disaster!"
"Those souls are its shell! If the shell isn't broken, you can't hit it! You have to get rid of those souls first—"
Lu Yuan: "????"
"Oh my god, why didn't you say so earlier!"
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