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This is a manifestation of physical energy.
He realized that the shadowy mist he had conjured with the Red-White Collision of Death had already dissipated. No, it wasn’t dissipating! It had all been devoured by this Evil God and turned into nourishment.
In the Last Law Era, unless under specific wind conditions like the Water Dragon Vein or in a geographical environment rich in Ling Qi, even those in the Dao Realm would be unable to perform Fa Tian Xiang Di. This was an Ancient Celestial Technique, consuming an unimaginable amount of spiritual energy, especially so in the Last Law Era!
Nyejing Tai, rise!
Zuo Ci curled his fingers, and the phantom of the Evil God beneath him grasped the Blood Flesh Copper Coin, which began to sprout two wings made of coagulated flesh and blood, soaring into the sky, transforming into a blurred mirror of flesh and blood.
Buzz!
A beam of blood-red light shot out from the Blood Flesh Mirror, enveloping the Great Red Palanquin that was entangled by shadows.
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
The Great Red Palanquin suddenly erupted in flames, and a fierce red figure shot out. It tried to escape the illumination of the blood-red light but found it impossible. The Red Veil turned to ashes in the flames.
This revealed a pale female face resembling a Human Face, her complexion darkening to a bluish-black, her pupils as black as ink, with two streams of blood tears flowing from her nose. Her hair was disheveled, and her thin, paper-like Black-Brown Skin began to ignite, exposing her ghastly white bones.
Hong Sha screamed frantically: "I refuse! I refuse!"
The soul returns; we shall meet again. Where will we meet? Qiao Lu Huang Quan, Thirty-Six Soul Summoning Banners, Yan Luo shattered the Demon King Pass. Collect!
Zuo Ci changed his hand seals.
The Black Triangle Banner floated into the air.
Suddenly, Hong Sha let out a wail and transformed into a blood-red light that was drawn into the banner.
The blurred mirror of flesh and blood shifted direction.
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
The Gray-White Coffin exploded, revealing a figure clad in a Sedge Raincoat, wearing a conical hat with narrow features resembling those of an ape—an Azure Black Li Gui, grotesque and fleeing.
This is the Daoist Deep Water Ghost, capable of achieving enlightenment without seeking a substitute. Unfortunately, it encountered Zuo Ci.
Unable to resist, the banner fluttered, and the water ghost ultimately transformed into a beam of white light, drawn into the banner.
With a soft sound, the formation was broken, and the Old Daoist suffered a severe blow to his spirit. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Faced with Zuo Ci unleashing his full power, the Old Daoist's cultivation was as fragile as paper, easily crushed.
"Hahahahaha!" The Old Daoist laughed maniacally. As he laughed, tears began to stream from the corners of his eyes. "Master, I have seen the True Immortal! Hahahaha! Master, in the end, you have won."
"I have tried the Way; it does not work, it simply does not work!"
"Senior, why not enter my banner for a chat?"
Zuo Ci shifted his hand seal, and black smoke billowed from within the banner. It transformed into a Black Hand that grasped the Old Daoist's Heavenly Spirit Cover.
An extremely solid soul was forcibly pulled out by that Black Hand.
As Zuo Ci looked closely at the Old Daoist's soul, he noticed that it was patched together with various other souls—some were young boys, others young girls.
"Deservedly so!" Zuo Ci sneered. "There is indeed a way."
Even with such unscrupulous methods, he had never considered using Tong Boy or young girls for sacrificial sorcery.
Years ago, he had rebounded against that Left-Handed Evil Master and acquired his profound understanding of Left-Handed Sorcery. Many powerful spells required pure Yin fate soul bones and blood as cultivation catalysts.
Even so, he did not act on it. He simply sought out those who were striving for breakthroughs or preparing to seize control of another's body through Evil Arts, hoping to live again as an Evil Master. By refining their soul, bone, and blood, he could achieve this with a clear conscience.
Deviant Arts is not the same as the Evil Path; this is not mere talk. Practicing Deviant Arts indeed has no taboos, yet one must still maintain a certain line. This distinction is what separates Deviant Arts from the Evil Path.
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