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Zuo Ci let out a cold laugh, "What other little trinkets do you have? Come out now, or I fear you won't have the time later!"
Pink mist swirled as an old figure with a complex expression stepped out, treading upon the ethereal fog. These Devourers of Essence were born from the dual cultivation of Ming Fei's soul, capable of stirring up desires and sucking the essence from flesh and blood.
Yet, before Zuo Ci, they couldn't even hold their ground. Was this fellow even human?
Zuo Ci looked at the old man, secretly amused. The Sexual Desire Heaven must be this Old Guy's breakthrough realm, a result of fortunate circumstances in his training. Those Devourers of Essence were likely techniques derived from this realm. If this was all he had, Zuo Ci feared he would die even faster today!
Om.
The old man chanted a Buddhist mantra softly, and the pink mist began to emit creaking sounds, writhing as if it were alive, pressing against one another, merging together to form a Joyful Buddha Statue.
The Huanxi Zun stood upon a lotus platform, its smile eerie as it gazed at Zuo Ci, hands clasped together beneath its ribs. It too recited the mantra: "Om, Nya Kya, Nya Kya, Pi Nya Kya, Pi Nya Kya, De La Nya Kya, Ba De La Nya Kya, Xiang Ka He Si Ti, Xiang Ka He Sha Da, Xiang Di Jia La!"
This was the Joyful Heaven Great Body Spell.
The method of joyful meditation could mobilize the entire Sexual Desire Heaven's lustful thoughts and transform them into the Nine Sons of Lust Demons. These Nine Sons of Lust Demons represented the dark desires within human hearts; they could manifest as those closest and most cherished by an individual, plucking at the strings of their hearts.
Once someone’s mind was swayed and vulnerable, they would seize the opportunity to drain their essence and soul. They were far more terrifying than the Devourers of Essence.
Zuo Ci raised an eyebrow as black-red Sha Qi began to flow involuntarily from his nostrils, ears, and mouth. Accompanied by seductive laughter, it transformed into a Seductive Woman with alluring curves. She was enveloped in the swirling pink mist; as spring light leaked through, she whispered sweet nothings into Zuo Ci's ear.
Zuo Ci's gaze became dazed as if he were entranced by the Nine Sons of Lust Demons. The Seductive Woman with Crimson Pupils revealed a hint of delight as she opened her mouth to expose sharp teeth and began to siphon Zuo Ci's essence along with his Three Souls and Seven Spirits.
The old man smiled faintly; Zuo Ren was nothing more than this!
Qing Ren was full of vigor; if there were no desires in his heart, that would indeed be astonishing. Legends spoke of severing all emotions and desires—such beings were known as Ancient Immortals.
They were immortals!
How ugly!
Just as the Nine Sons of Lust Demons were about to take a step further, drawing the essence of flesh and blood from Zuo Ci's nostrils, a pale hand suddenly clamped down hard on the slender neck of one of the Nine Sons.
The demon's face turned crimson, struggling to breathe. Her hands were covered with a layer of vicious purple scales, her nails sharp and pointed. She tried to wriggle free from that iron grip, but it was as immovable as if it were cast from bronze.
Crack!
The sound of dislocated bones echoed as the enchanting Yumo's neck twisted grotesquely, blood streaming from her seven orifices; she was beyond saving.
The other Yumo shrieked in terror, flapping their thin bat-like wings in a frantic attempt to escape towards the Happiness Buddha seated on the lotus platform. Unfortunately, a Black Hand erupted from Zuo Ci's Lu Hun Fan.
With a gentle press, those fleeing Nine Sons of Lust Demons were snatched into the Lu Hun Fan, their twisted faces screaming in desperation, yearning to escape this hellish place.
The Happiness Buddha's eerie smile morphed into a furious glare, its wide mouth revealing sharp fangs, its complexion deep blue. With its withered bronze hand forming seals, a black Angry Lion roared forth from the handprint, opening its gaping maw to bite at Zuo Ci's head.
Fearless Lion Seal!
Zuo Ci shook the Lu Hun Fan, and seven Human Face ghostly figures howled as they shot out from within. They had no bodies beneath their heads, dragging their entrails and flesh behind them. When those bloody organs touched the shadow of the Angry Lion, they pierced into its head like old tree roots.
Gu Du Gu Du!
They latched onto the Angry Lion's body, frantically siphoning off the manifested power of the beast.
Om!
The Happiness Buddha brought its arms together, changing its handprint. A bronze vase carved with cloud patterns and depicting a naked woman descended from the sky, its mouth resembling a black hole, pointing ominously at those Yanfu Tongshen parasitizing on the Fearless Lion.
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