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The One-Eyed Old Man seemed to see through the intentions of the Black Cripple, letting out a cold laugh as he pulled out a short stick made from a human leg bone and lightly tapped it against the skull in his hand.
Tap, tap, tap.
As he struck, the old man began to chant a spell.
"Crackhead Demon!"
The Black Cripple chuckled to himself, tightly gripping the Buddha Amulet in his hand, which contained a drop of Zuo Ci's heart's blood. Zuo Ci was someone who had successfully refined the Affiliated Child God and had even improved it into the Nine-Faced Nightmare Attached Child God. His body had already reached a certain level, one that rendered him immune to all forms of Xiang Tou Shu.
Yet, as the old man continued to strike the skull until sparks flew, the Black Cripple remained lively in place, watching the old man's performance as if he were a fool.
How could this be?
The old man seemed to realize that the Crackhead Demon had no effect on this guy and took off the Coffin Pendant from his chest. He pulled out a small vial of Azure Black Liquid and poured all of it over the coffin. Then, using his fingertips to dab at the liquid while watching the Black Cripple, he began to carve something.
At that moment, the Black Cripple felt a chill run down his spine. He sensed a tightening in his lower regions. He had heard that the circles of these Exorcists were quite chaotic; could it be that this Old Guy had some sort of Brokeback Mountain preference?
Finally, the Old Guy finished drawing a distorted face. The outline was vague, but it resembled the Black Cripple.
Suddenly, the Black Cripple felt his body tense up as if he had fallen into an ice cave; his skin began to rot and ooze pus.
"Don't you dare harm me!"
The Black Cripple gripped the Buddha Amulet tightly in his hand, his lips trembling uncontrollably. This old fellow must possess the cultivation of a Great Mage, just one step away from reaching the Dao Realm.
To be able to ignore distance and cast the Xiang Tou Shu was truly remarkable.
From a distance, Zuo Ci, seated by the riverbank, watched the scene unfold with an amused expression. Mixed Curse, was it? The combination of Coffin Curse and Corpse Oil Technique was being employed.
With the cultivation of this Old Guy, a Great Mage, he was surprisingly able to temporarily suppress his own vital essence, rendering himself immune to the effects of Xiang Tou Shu.
Death! The old man revealed a sinister grin.
Distance? The High-Level Voodoo Technique had always disregarded distance.
Black Cripple felt as if he were being roasted in an oven, his skin splitting and flesh peeling away, visibly decaying at an alarming rate.
Unable to endure any longer, he pinched his fingers and recited an incantation:
"Cut off the path of the mountain demon, sever the gates of the spirits. Cut off the traces of evil ghosts, sever the descendants of demons. The way of heaven is severed, the way of earth is severed, the way of man is severed, Gui Dao is severed; ten paths are cut off in the streets of Yin and Yang!"
This was Wen Marshal's Duan Yao Xie Gui Jing Fu!
A black whirlwind erupted from within him, driving away the illusory withered ghostly figures that let out a wail before being consumed by grayish-white flames.
Pfft!
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked at Black Cripple in astonishment. This guy was actually practicing the Righteous Method!
Black Cripple's cultivation was based on Earth Deity Technique; he worshipped Wen Marshal and wielded powerful spells that could repel all evil spirits.
The ghostly figures transformed into Jie Hui and scattered with the wind.
With Xiang Tou Shu broken, the old man's body began to emit a chilling Yin Fire, a backlash from Shu Fa. He howled in pain as he opened a clay jar and poured its contents—blood mixed with fingers, eyeballs, and rotting placenta—all over himself.
To his surprise, it proved quite effective. In an instant, it extinguished the flames.
"Step back!"
Zuo Ci said, "These guys have concealed their cultivation. Let me handle this!"
The Black Cripple felt a surge of joy. Sacrificing oneself for the country, just a little gesture would suffice!
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