6kv Chapter 173 The main body has appeared, hurry up and make your move!!
Chapter 173 The main body has appeared, hurry up and make your move!!
Chapter 173 The main body has appeared, hurry up and make your move!! (4200)
In fact, Lu Yuan had also figured it out.
There is no evil spirit in the world that is not afraid of thunder magic.
Moreover, the danger indicators on Lu Yuan's [Slaying Demons and Eliminating Evil] system are clearly marked.
This means that his lightning spell did not strike the faceless evil god's true form.
Now here's the question.
Even if we knew the answer now, it would be very difficult to crack it.
That bolt of lightning just now blew off an old woman's face, but there were countless other faces in that blast.
Even if Lu Yuan were at his peak, he would still control the power of the Heavenly Thunder and strike several times.
But how many more can you chop?!
There were at least three hundred, if not five hundred, of the energy surrounding this faceless evil god.
When will this chopping stop?
Where did Lu Yuan get so much true qi?
Looking at the faceless evil god who stood still, then reached out again and pressed an old man's face onto his own, Lu Yuan felt a little lost.
No wonder the faceless evil god didn't make a sound just now.
They didn't even try to interrupt Lu Yuan during his long lightning-drawing process.
This faceless evil god is not afraid at all!
A direct confrontation won't work; we need to find another way.
Lu Yuan glanced at Yun Ting in his hand.
The cloud patterns on the sword had mostly darkened, with only a small section remaining lit up at the hilt.
Thunder magic can no longer be used; it has already used up most of its power.
Lu Yuan looked up at the ball of air.
Gas surged out of the cracks, spreading along the ground, and wherever it passed, those faces were everywhere.
The face churned in the air, floating to the edge of the crack only to be sucked back in. It floated out, then was sucked back in; there was no way to escape.
Lu Yuan stared at the process and suddenly thought of something.
The old man taught him a method of sealing off a town; it's not about attacking, it's about sealing it off.
Seal those souls within the air, preventing them from escaping.
If the soul doesn't leave, the evil god has no shell to replace it with.
If there's no replacement shell, it will be exposed.
The next second, Lu Yuan sheathed his sword, slung Yun Ting over his back, and took out five talismans from his pocket.
It's not a thunder talisman, it's a "soul-suppressing talisman".
The yellow paper and cinnabar were used to draw the old Taoist method of suppressing the soul, and every stroke was taught to me by the old man.
The talisman has the character "敕" (chì) drawn on it, surrounded by the Eight Trigrams, and outside the Eight Trigrams is a ring of chain patterns.
The chain has a head and a tail, with the head at the top of the talisman and the tail at the bottom, connected link by link.
At the same time, the paper tiger rabbit also came to help, holding up a lamp with both hands, the white light from the lamp still shrouding the faces of those O
"Taoist Master, I'll help you hold back the Faceless Evil God!"
The paper tiger rabbit's voice was quite loud, and it seemed like there was nothing wrong with it.
But when I turned around, I knew she wouldn't last long; the light was shaking, her hands were shaking, and her whole body was shaking.
Lu Yuan did not respond to her.
He spread the five talismans on the ground, bit his tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the talismans.
The blood on the tip of the tongue is of the highest yang quality, and is most effective in calming the soul.
As the blood fell onto the talisman, the cinnabar on it shone, and the chain patterns seemed to come alive, wriggling slightly on the paper.
He made a "suppressing altar incantation" with his left hand.
Thumb hooks around the base of ring finger, index and middle fingers are extended forward and joined together, ring and little fingers are bent, palm facing down.
This is the starting hand gesture for sealing away the spirits of the dead in Taoism. When the old man taught him, he said that this hand gesture cannot be made randomly. Once it is made, it cannot be released, otherwise the spirit will run away.
"The sky is clear and the earth is pure; the soul returns to its rightful place."
"The yin returns to the yin realm, and the yang returns to the yang heaven."
"There are gates to the six realms of existence, and paths to the nine netherworlds."
"This place is now sealed off, and the soul cannot leave."
He would recite a sentence and then take a step forward.
After reciting the four lines, walk up to the ball of air.
The air surged around his feet, and faces emerged from it, pressing one by one against his legs.
It stuck to him and then stopped moving. It was deathly white, with no eyes, no nose, no mouth, just stuck there on his leg.
It doesn't hurt or itch, but it feels cool.
It chilled me to the bone, chilled me to the heart.
Lu Yuan ignored them.
He put two fingers of his right hand together and drew a talisman on his left palm.
To be precise, it is the true Qi flowing in the palm of the hand.
Wherever my fingers touched, my palms felt hot.
After finishing the drawing, he slapped his left palm on the ground.
"seal up!"
The ground lit up briefly.
It's not light, it's texture.
Lines spread outwards from his palm, like a spider web or the roots of a tree.
Where the lines spread, the faces remained still.
I stopped turning over, stopped surging, and stopped sticking to his legs.
It remained there, like a white circle drawn on the ground.
The lamp from the paper tiger and rabbit figure shone down, and the light fell on their faces, which trembled but could not move.
At that moment, the Faceless Evil God moved!
It's not walking, it's sliding.
It didn't take a step; it slid across the ground at incredible speed.
The faceless evil god, now resembling an old man, has a gaping mouth with no teeth or tongue, just a series of black holes.
A cold wind blew out of the dark hole, carrying the fishy smell of the muddy pond, swirling up ashes and fallen leaves, and pelting down on you.
The paper tiger and rabbit stood in front of Lu Yuan, holding the lamp above their heads.
"Continuing the tradition of the Tiger's family, borrowing the law—the lamp wall!"
She slammed the lamp to the ground, and it landed right in front of her feet. The light from the wick suddenly exploded, not shining on the light, but on the wall.
A bluish-white wall of light surged out from the lamp wick, taller than a person and about three feet wide, blocking her and Lu Yuan behind it.
The wall of light was as thin as paper, and something was swimming inside it, like fish, like snakes, like faces churning in the air.
The faceless evil god has run into us.
The wall of light made a "humming" sound, like a temple bell being struck.
The paper tiger rabbit stumbled back a step, leaving a mark on the ground with the sole of its shoe.
She gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and placed her hands on the lamp. The lamp shook, the wall of light shook, and her whole body shook.
The faceless evil god was stuck to the wall of light, its newly replaced face distorted by the pressure.
"Taoist Master! Hurry!"
The paper tiger and rabbit shouted, their voices all changed tone.
Lu Yuan knew the situation was urgent and dared not delay. He quickly took three steps back and formed the "Soul Sealing Seal" with both hands.
Hands clasped together, fingers interlaced, palms facing each other, thumbs touching. This is the final step in sealing the seal; the seal is complete.
"The Five Directions Suppress the Soul, the Eight Trigrams Seal the Gate."
"The soul returns to its place, and the spirit guards its root."
"In this realm, the soul cannot leave its home."
"By imperial decree, may it be done swiftly as the law commands!"
After reciting the last sentence, he pressed his hands down.
The five talismans lit up at the same time.
The red of cinnabar, the gold of chain patterns, and the silver of the Bagua symbol intertwined, like five pillars, pinning that mass of energy to the ground.
The air is no longer overflowing.
Those faces stopped turning sour.
It remained there, motionless.
The cracks are still there, but air can't escape.
It was sealed by five talismans, which were placed over the crack like a pot lid.
The paper tiger and rabbit's lamp dimmed, changing from white light back to a dark yellow light.
She supported herself on her knees, panting heavily, the lamp in her arms swaying back and forth.
At this moment, the Faceless God took a step back.
They weren't forced to retreat; they retreated on their own.
It took a step back, tilted its head, and though it had no eyes, it was looking at the patterns on the ground, at the frozen faces, and at Lu Yuan.
Then it moved again.
This time it wasn't a collision, it was a smash.
It raised its fingerless paw and slammed it against the wall of light.
With a "crack," the wall of light showed signs of breaking.
The paper tiger rabbit was so shocked that it sat down on the ground with a thud.
The light is crooked, the wall of light is crooked, it's crooked by more than half.
She scrambled to her feet, lunged forward to straighten the lamp, placed her hands on it, and lay prone on the ground, using her body to support the lamp.
"Continuing the Tiger's Legacy, Borrowing Life—The Lamp Will Never Go Out!"
The light in the wick dimmed for a moment, then brightened again.
It's dimmer than before, but brighter now.
The crack in the wall slowed down, stopped going up, and remained there.
But it didn't close properly; it was still cracked.
The faceless evil god raised its claws, about to smash again.
The paper tiger rabbit lay on the ground, looking up at Lu Yuan.
Her face was covered in ash, and her two little pigtails were completely crooked.
"Lock!"
With a loud shout from Lu Yuan, that mass of energy was completely suppressed!
At the same time, the Faceless God's claw came crashing down.
The wall of light shattered with a "crack".
It's not cracked, it's shattered.
The bluish-white light exploded, shattering into countless points of light, like fireflies or broken glass.
The paper tiger rabbit was thrown backward by the shock, its back hitting a tree, and the lamp slipped from its hand.
It rolled on the ground, rolled three times, and stopped in a pile of fallen leaves.
The light was still on, a dim yellow, flickering.
At the same time, Lu Yuan had already turned around and was facing the Faceless Evil God.
Become!
But now a problem arises—
After the series of actions just now, Lu Yuan's true qi is almost depleted again!
At the same time, the paper tiger rabbit climbed up from under the tree.
She bumped her back against a tree, tearing her clothes and revealing her fair skin underneath.
The skin has lines, not human lines, but the lines of paper, one after another, like folded paper unfolded.
She glanced down at her arm, pulled down her sleeve to cover it, and staggered over to pick up the eight-hole lamp.
The lamp lay fallen in the pile of leaves, its wick still glowing, a dim yellow, flickering light.
She held the lamp in her arms, and the lamp trembled, its light dimming slightly.
"Taoist Master—"
She called out, her voice rasping, like paper being rubbed.
The faceless evil god took a step forward.
The moonlight shone on it, making it appear slender and tall, like a bamboo pole.
The face on the other side belonged to an old man, wrinkled and with drooping eyebrows and a drooping mouth, making his whole face look like a mournful one.
It tilted its head, looking at the paper figures of Tiger and Rabbit.
It has no eyes, but it sees.
Look at her lamp, look at the lines on her arm, look at the hands she holds the lamp.
Then it raised its fingerless paw and stretched it towards her.
It was scratching at something more than ten feet away.
The lamp in the paper tiger rabbit's arms suddenly lit up and then went dark again.
It absorbed a portion of the light from the wick, making it much dimmer.
The paper tiger rabbit's face paled, and it squatted on the ground, clutching the lamp, trembling all over.
It's sucking up her light.
Lu Yuan did not hesitate.
He drew Yun Ting from behind his back, and the moonlight shone brightly again the moment the sword was drawn.
The cloud pattern on the sword had only a few bars remaining, darkening from the tip to the base, with only a small section near the guard still glowing.
He joined two fingers of his left hand together and drew a talisman on the sword, allowing the true qi to flow along the blade.
As the finger passed by, the sword flashed.
After finishing the drawing, the last few cloud patterns lit up by one more square.
Lu Yuan forced out the last bit of light from the sword, and the blade lit up briefly before dimming again.
True Qi was squeezed out from the Dantian, like scooping the last ladle of water from the bottom of a dried-up well.
My hands are shaking, not from fear, but from a throbbing pain in my lower abdomen.
The paper tiger and rabbit figures knelt on the ground, holding the lamp in their arms, its light already too dim to see.
The lines of the paper on her arm were fully visible, creeping from her wrist to her shoulder, from her shoulder to her neck, and from her neck to her face.
Her face was also changing; lines appeared beneath her fair skin, like the marks left by folded paper.
She raised the lamp towards the faceless god.
"Continuing the Tiger Family's Legacy — Life —"
The light came on again, but it was a very small flame, burning from the wick, a dim yellow, like a candle about to go out.
The fire shone on the faceless evil god, and on the old man's face on its face.
The face, illuminated by the fire, froze, stopped smiling, stopped opening its mouth, and remained there with its eyes closed.
But it only lasted for a moment.
The fire is too small to illuminate it.
The face started moving again, the corners of its mouth turned up, once, then again.
It's laughing.
The faceless evil god raised its claw and grabbed at the paper figure Tiger Rabbit.
The light flickered, the flame tilted, and shrank to the size of a mung bean.
The paper tiger rabbit's nose started bleeding. The blood dripped onto the lamp, which lit up briefly before going dark again.
The lines on her arms deepened, bulging out from under her skin like creases in paper or marks from a knife.
Lu Yuan took a step forward.
The sword tip was pointed at that face, at the old man who was smiling with his eyes closed.
He only had one sword strike, his last. His true energy was gone, and the light on the sword was almost gone too, leaving only a tiny bit on the hilt, like a needle tip or a grain of rice.
Lu Yuan focused all the light onto the tip of the sword, and the tip lit up, a bluish-white color, like a star.
As things stand, Lu Yuan's sword strike can only sever the old man on the face of the Faceless Evil God.
Only after defeating this old man can one confront the true form of the Faceless Evil God.
What should I do?
Is her name Qingwan?
To be honest, if he could avoid calling Qingwan, Lu Yuan really didn't want to.
The reason is quite simple.
It wasn't because I was embarrassed, nor because I was a legitimate Taoist priest who had summoned an evil spirit for help.
There was no longer any goodwill or embarrassment between Lu Yuan and Gu Qingwan.
As for the claim that the orthodox Taoist sects were asking evil spirits for help, Lu Yuan didn't think it was a big deal.
Lu Yuan had long since stopped regarding Qingwan as an evil spirit.
There's only one reason why Lu Yuan doesn't want to call her Qingwan—
That is, Lu Yuan has not killed any evil spirits for a long time, or rather, he has not killed any evil spirits of this high level of danger.
The last time I slew evil spirits, it was when I dealt with those few places that nurtured evil spirits.
However, the evil spirits in those places of nurturing evil spirits at that time were not of a high danger level.
Lu Yuan is obsessed with slaying high-level evil spirits because he can obtain the reward of "slaying demons and eliminating evil spirits" by killing these dangerous evil spirits!
This includes, but is not limited to, improving one's cultivation level or obtaining top-tier magical artifacts.
These are all things that Lu Yuan desperately needs right now.
If Qingwan were to be summoned, then—
Then it has nothing to do with Lu Yuan anymore.
After all, with the power of the Faceless Evil God, if Qing Wan were to arrive, he would probably dissipate with a single breath.
They won't give Lu Yuan a chance at all.
only----
Although I'm somewhat unwilling, as things stand now...
It seems there's no other way but to call Qingwan.
We can't risk our lives for a reward, can we?
Just as Lu Yuan decided to do this.
The next second, a delicate shout suddenly rang out behind Lu Yuan: "Life-Sustaining Tiger Clan, borrow the power—extinguish the lamp!"
Then a black talisman with silver patterns swept over Lu Yuan's head and rushed towards the faceless evil god in front of him.
This black talisman was extremely strange; the silver patterns seemed to move across it like living things under the moonlight.
Almost instantly, the talisman was affixed to the faceless evil god's face.
The old man's face changed the moment the talisman was affixed.
The corners of his mouth no longer turned up, his eyebrows no longer drooped, and his whole face looked frozen.
Then, like a melted candle, it fell off the face of the faceless god.
Just then, the voice of the lively tiger rabbit came from behind Lu Yuan and shouted sweetly, "What are you still standing there for?!"
"The main body has appeared, hurry up and attack!!"