Unfortunately, you are just a Fallen Dragon!
Zuo Ci looked at the blurred figure of the fallen Dragon Blood and felt a sense of regret. Ancient warriors took pride in bathing in Dragon Blood. This method not only enhanced their prestige but also strengthened their flesh.
In the yellow river water, a swarm of small snakes revealed expressions of horror. Since when did sorcerers become so formidable in flesh? A melee mage? Family, who understands this?
Zuo Ci stepped firmly onto the ground, his Nine-section Staff shimmering with light. The Apricot Yellow magic spread out, causing the yellow river water to begin to dry up as the Forbidden Technique Shen Tong remained effective.
Gurgle, gurgle.
The Yellow River Water churned, writhing like maggots. During this time, dozens of small snakes exploded, their blood mist intertwining with the yellow river water. The writhing Yellow River Water twisted and transformed once again into a Fallen Dragon.
This thing can regenerate?
The Fallen Dragon continued its suicidal charge at Zuo Ci. Zuo Ci realized that this creature was similar to a puppet, devoid of any intelligence. Was it a creature summoned from the Dao Domain?
Zuo Ci clenched his fist tightly and struck fiercely at the Fallen Dragon's head. With a pop, the Fallen Dragon's head shattered once more.
The small snakes began to twitch in response.
The creation of the Fallen Dragon was a spell developed by Gu Lao Gui and the Paper Man Brothers through extensive research. It required both parties' Dao Domains as a medium and involved sacrificing one's Ming Gu to forge an undying being. As long as Huang Quan did not intervene, the Fallen Dragon would not die.
The people killed by the Fallen Dragon could be used by Gu Lao Gui as vessels for breeding insects. For every additional small snake, Gu Lao Gui gained another life.
Thus, every time Gu Lao Gui ventured out, he discreetly left insect seeds within some inconsequential passersby. Once an incident occurred, these insect seeds would burst forth instantly—half remaining behind to create a facade of killing, while the other half fled.
This approach would severely deplete his energy, but as long as a small snake managed to escape, it wouldn't be long before Gu Lao Gui would recover and continue his cultivation. This was the method of Evil Practices, an endless array of life-preserving techniques.
Huang Quan continued to boil, and Fallen Dragon began to coalesce once more. Was it interesting? Zuo Ci felt a bit impatient. He extended his palm and swept through the void, causing the body of Fallen Dragon to twist and curl until it finally shrank down to the size of a fingernail.
Hu Tian Zhi Shu, a Space-Type Spell. It could not only be used for escape but also on living beings. It continuously squeezed the opponent's flesh until it was reduced to the size of a curled-up pill. This was a bomb of concentrated essence, its power far more terrifying than an ordinary detonator. This was Zuo Ci's self-created spatial technique, Shu Fa.
By constantly compressing the opponent's body and magical energy, Zuo Ci's method appeared simple, yet it required precise control. A slight miscalculation could cause the opponent's flesh to explode instantaneously, like an Advanced Missile, with the explosion covering indiscriminately.
With a snap of his fingers, Zuo Ci triggered the highly concentrated yellow pill, which exploded in an instant. The terrifying force shattered the Dao Domain barrier. The space fractured like a mirror, and countless small snakes were crushed into pulp by the collapsing space.
In the end, one snake with an oval head and seemingly formed facial features quickly burrowed into the ground; it had to escape. This young man's realm must have reached Tongjing—there was no doubt about it. It was impossible for him to kill Dao Summit experts as easily as slaughtering chickens or dogs.
Die! Zuo Ci lightly tapped the ground with his Nine-section Staff, causing the surface to shimmer with a metallic sheen.
The soft, pliable ground suddenly compressed and solidified, heavy as lead or mercury. The Thirty Celestial Gangs Method dictated that the earth be as strong as steel.
Deep within the mud, a small snake was caught off guard by the sudden firmness of the ground, which exerted intense pressure, crushing it into a pulp. It was dead beyond any hope of revival.
Buzzing filled the air as Zuo Ci watched the Paper Man on the ground continuously curl and fold. His mouth puffed up like a bellows before he opened it wide, unleashing a jet of emerald flames.
This was a skill essential for any proficient weed remover—rooting out the problem entirely.
The Human Skin-made Paper Man let out a mournful wail, its face contorting into a twisted, ghostly visage. Yi Shen Zhi Shu was a secret technique of Zha Zhi Jiang. By combining his own blood with the specially crafted Human Skin Paper Man and using the blood of living beings as medicine, he could continuously enhance the Paper Man's cultivation, ultimately splitting off his own consciousness to control it. Even if the Paper Man were damaged, his true self would not perish.
Just a minor technique! Zuo Ci would not leave behind any potential threats. He tossed a Gilded Copper Coin onto the Human Skin Paper Man, which was being roasted by flames that oozed out grease.
Yin Qi San Hun—seal its life gate, appear!
Zuo Ci silently chanted an incantation, and the space before him twisted, revealing a surface reminiscent of a mirror—a Light Screen.
On the other side of the Light Screen appeared an ancient Paper Craft Shop, its sign adorned with colorful Paper Effigies. Inside, the dim light revealed countless lifelike Paper Men and Paper Horses with hollow pupils.
Amidst this throng of Paper Men sat two elderly figures with similar features, their hair disheveled. Blood seeped continuously from their mouths.
Clearly, the Human Skin Paper Man had been destroyed. As shamans, they would not die from this but would suffer severe mental trauma that required a long period of recovery.
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