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Spring is not prosperous, summer is in the midst. Autumn is ominous, and winter brings calamity.
An arrow can injure a person, leading to death at three years old; arrows must be taught by six. Three arrows make it difficult for a nine-year-old to survive, and four arrows can take the life of a ten-year-old!
Zuo Ci walked while reciting incantations. He lowered his voice and commanded, "Release the Yin Arrow!"
With a slap on a waxy yellow pouch, a swarm of large, locust-like venomous bees burst forth. The bees were fierce, their heads blood-red with countless legs and antennae.
Buzzing filled the air as the swarm of venomous bees crazily charged at Kong Ji.
The release of the Yin Arrow was a common practice in Deviant Arts and Spell Techniques. Anyone struck by a Yin Arrow would experience relentless pain in the affected area. Not only could the victim feel excruciating agony, but it could also destroy relationships and bind individuals in an equivalent manner.
There were many ways to launch a Yin Arrow; when combined with thunder spells, its power could increase dramatically. Shooting from a distance of thousands of miles was not an issue, and the number of Yin Arrows could reach millions. Typically, for general acts of punishing evil and promoting good, one shot would suffice. Continuous chanting for seven days could leave the target severely injured.
Previously, Zuo Ci had killed a Yellow Weasel with arrow energy.
However, there are many types of Yin Arrows. For instance, one can simply rely on Qi for a Yin Arrow or use spell-forged large thunder bees and yellow wasps to attack enemies directly.
The quality of the venomous bees Zuo Ci summoned was exceptional; they were Wu Feng. These bees were not only extremely poisonous but also impervious to water and fire. If stung, one's magical power would be depleted.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Kong Ji drew his sword for protection, demonstrating his mastery in Sword Technique. His blade moved with precision, cutting through the Wu Feng with bursts of dazzling sparks.
A friendly reminder: be careful not to get stung!
Zuo Ci squinted and smiled. "Interesting!"
Kong Yi chuckled, "You truly are a Deviant Arts practitioner who will stop at nothing to achieve your goals. Fighting someone like you is utterly meaningless!"
"Fighting?"
Zuo Ci's expression turned strange. "In the martial world, one should embody compassion. If you find it uninteresting to fight with me, then allow me to guide you to the afterlife!"
Someone had given Wuchang eight small targets, all for the sake of taking Daoist Zuo's head. Shouldn't Daoist Zuo be pleased? Kong Ji laughed as he waved his blade, unleashing a wave of energy.
"Eight small targets?"
Zuo Ci scoffed. It seemed that this big head of his had appreciated in value! I wonder, could it be Jindan Dao?
Hehe!
Kong Ji let out a roar like a tiger or leopard, and suddenly, the blade energy erupted into a circle of black patterned flames. Those specially refined Wu Feng, impervious to blades and fire, were actually burned down by the black flames!
This is the aura of Shamanic Ancient Teachings!
Zuo Ci smiled faintly and said, "I must say, you self-proclaimed Righteous Path folks are willing to serve a cult?"
Indeed, some things have turned upside down!
Kong Ji's eyes flickered with a glint as he chuckled, "Zhan Gui Ren turns a blind eye to the creation of beasts for money, while the infamous Daoist Zuo punishes evil and promotes good. The world has indeed become quite exaggerated!"
So what does that mean?
Zuo Ci lightly tapped his forehead, and a slender black needle floated at the center of his brow, emanating Black Malevolent Qi.
"Is this your Fate Dao Artifact?"
Kong Ji asked curiously. "I thought you would use a soul bell or at least summon Hun Fan. Instead, you brought out an embroidery needle?"
"Then please try out the unique qualities of this embroidery needle," Zuo Ci said as he flicked his finger, sending the black needle shooting forth.
"Too slow!"
Kong Ji crossed his blade to block it, but the black needle passed through as if it were nothing, heading straight for Kong Ji's brow.
Roar!
A furious tiger's roar erupted from Kong Ji's mouth. Behind him appeared a phantom of a black tiger formed from Sha Qi, rearing back and howling at the sky.
Divine spirit protection? Sealed sheath talisman blade?
Zuo Ci chuckled, "I finally know who you are, Hei Shaman!"
The shaman is a wizard who can communicate with the spirits through sound. Chumar Xian actually originates from shamanism. However, shamanism worships natural deities. They revere the heavens and the earth as the supreme gods, able to request blessings from the divine to gain the powers of thunder, lightning, water, and fire. Hei Shaman is a martial artist among shamans.
With the protection of Tian Yi, they can indiscriminately communicate with the deities to acquire power. Each one crafts a Bai Bi Dao, showcasing formidable combat strength, making them geniuses in both martial and magical arts.
A black long needle hovered before the Ghost Face Mask, unable to pierce any further. At its tip, a distorted ghostly face seemed to wail in agony. Kong Ji's protective Sha Qi began to corrode, forming a pinhole-sized cavity.
The Three Corpse Nightmare God Needle! It has been a long time since I last saw it!
Kong Ji extended two fingers to grasp the black long needle and smiled, "If it weren't for the protection of Black Tiger Deity, I might have fallen here today!"
Alas, you actually caught it!
Zuo Ci scratched his head, feeling somewhat helpless. "I've shown you all my cards; it seems I won't be leaving here today."
There's no way out!
Kong Ji chuckled. "Zuo Xian has grown accustomed to wielding power and influence. You must understand that there are greater forces beyond this world and people beyond mere mortals. The Dao Realm in the capital isn't anything rare!"
What a pity!
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