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This is the true essence of Good and Evil, my Zhen Ti.
Like the transformation of Yin and Yang, blending seamlessly, this is the Zhen Ti of Tongda!
Zuo Ci lightly touched his forehead.
Black Malevolence gathered at his brow from afar.
On the battlefield, the black Soul Snare sealed Zuo Ci's five senses and six perceptions.
The white San Hun Bang followed closely, shattering his Three Souls and Seven Spirits.
His malevolent form deflated like a punctured balloon, expression blank, eyes dim.
Seizing this moment, Li Jisheng unleashed a powerful strike.
The condensed force resembled a moon disc, cleaving Zuo Ci's malevolent form in half from head to toe.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Zuo Ci's malevolent form instantly turned into a pile of minced meat.
The renowned Daoist Zuo has died just like this?
Li Jisheng stared at the long blade in his hand, unable to believe it. After confirming that he had indeed cleaved Daoist Zuo's flesh, he let out a hearty laugh.
Evil Practices are nothing but this!
Black and White Impermanence chuckled ominously.
From now on, our Wuchang Team Qingming will add a glorious achievement to our record: slaying Daoist Zuo!
Li Jisheng laughed loudly at his camp.
Little did he know, on a distant terrace, three people watched him as if he were a fool.
This matter is known to Heaven and Earth, to you and me; if a fourth person learns of it, then it will be known to Heaven and Earth that I know you are doomed!
Zuo Ci glared at Leng Lie, Lao Cao, and his disciple Xiao Xu.
I understand! Lao Cao nodded vigorously like a drum being struck.
He smiled softly, realizing he needed a new identity. An identity that could evade the public eye. He stepped out of the abandoned factory area.
Li Jisheng and Black and White Impermanence reported their results, leaving behind a man wearing a dark cyan Evil God mask, who was cleaning up the battlefield. While it was called cleaning up, it was really just checking Zuo Ci's soul to see if there were any remnants left.
"Hey, was that you who just grabbed my foot?" Zuo Ci patted the shoulder of that guy.
The members of Team Qingming were all Daoist Zuo. They wore masks resembling the appearances of ghosts and deities from the underworld, and with Black and White Impermanence present, it was clear what was going on. The guy wearing a mask as fierce as a Yasha had his true identity revealed.
This guy could perform Doton techniques, which indicated he corresponded to the identity of Diying Yasha. Yasha is a well-known protective deity in Buddhism.
The Heavenly Dragon Eight Parts were one. This term refers to a Buddhist concept where all eight parts are non-human, representing eight types of divine monsters. Because the heavenly beings and dragon beings are the most significant, they are collectively called the Heavenly Dragon Eight Parts.
Yasha signifies a deity that can consume ghosts, embodying agility, strength, lightness, and secrecy. According to the Vimalakirti Sutra: "There are three types of Yasha: one is earth, two is emptiness, and three is heaven Yasha."
Diying Yasha trembled slightly. The shadow beneath him began to soften like marshland. His feet immediately sank into it. One had to admit that his reaction was indeed swift. He truly lived up to the name of Wuchang.
"Just three seconds, just three seconds."
Crackling sounds filled the air as countless tiny bolts of lightning spread from Zuo Ci's palm, wrapping around Diying Yasha's body like a swarm of small snakes.
"Palm Thunder?"
Despair flashed across Diying Yasha's face. The Thunder Technique was the natural enemy of Evil Practices.
And with the Thunder Technique unleashed so close, he found himself utterly defenseless.
Diying Yasha couldn't even muster a cry for help; his body trembled, his eyes rolled back like a dead fish, and he fainted.
Zuo Ci hoisted the unconscious Diying Yasha over his shoulder, as if carrying a sack of broken hemp, and made his way through the darkness.
"Playing with you all is really exhausting!" Zuo Ci grumbled in frustration as he moved through the night.
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