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"Treasure Vase Seal?"
Zuo Ci smiled lightly, his wrist flicking as five hundred Devourers of Essence were released. He then formed a seal with his palm.
Black flames erupted from the bodies of the Devourers of Essence, their grotesque faces howling in agony as they were scorched by the fire.
The technique of the A Jie Drum!
The five hundred Devourers of Essence coiled around the Lu Hun Fan, pure Grudge energy swirling about it. Zuo Ci raised the Lu Hun Fan high and suddenly slashed forward, striking down!
A thin, thread-like blue-white light stretched across the heavens and earth; this was the Zhan Xian Fei Dao version.
The improved Zhan Xian Fei Dao eliminated the original aftershock, allowing it to be cast almost instantaneously. However, it required double the amount of Ling Ti compared to before!
Crack! Crack!
The bronze treasure vase was sliced in two by that fine beam of light, leaving behind only a fearsome skeletal lion.
The old man's expression changed dramatically. Had this technique reached a new level? If the Zhan Xian Fei Dao only had this much power, it would be an insult to Zuo Ci and the A Jie Drum's five hundred Devourers of Essence.
Crack! Crack!
Another sound like breaking eggshells echoed through the air. A massive crack appeared in the pink sky, spiderweb-like fissures spreading rapidly across the entire Sexual Desire Heaven, exploding with a thunderous roar.
The old man's domain shattered!
He stared at Zuo Ci in disbelief, unable to comprehend how he had survived until now, having invested so much effort—even going so far as to cultivate the Ton Zong Spell—only to be defeated?
"I heard you have no offspring?"
As Zuo Ci took out the Ghost-Faced Copper Oil Lamp from his Human Skin bag and placed it according to a specific direction, he grinned widely. "I don't believe it! What do you want to do?"
The old man immediately broke into a cold sweat, memories flooding back to that fateful scene of Huang Lao's downfall. He had actually been watching Zuo Ci from the shadows but dared not intervene.
Because this one looks very young, Zuo Ren's strength has reached a terrifying level. His own sect members, their lives are not as precious as his, so at that moment, he chose to flee instead of taking action.
This is called the Seven Fiendish Corpse Ghosts. If you have offspring, their lifespans will all be stacked onto yours. Look how good I am? I'm even helping your old man extend his life!
Zuo Ci carefully placed the Ghost-Faced Copper Oil Lamps and gently blew on them, causing the wicks to ignite spontaneously. In the pale flames, a blood-red ghostly face roared faintly.
"What have you done?"
The old man's hair, which had been white as frost, suddenly turned as black as ink. He felt a surge of vitality filling his body.
The Seven Fiendish Corpse Ghosts will burn the lifespans of all your blood relatives to extend your own. After all, to you, they are merely insignificant existences!
Zuo Ci grinned. Isn't it better to let these people realize their final value?
"You!"
The old man's expression twisted in anger.
He vaguely sensed a tremor deep within his bloodline. A hollow sense of sorrow spread from the depths of his heart.
Tears involuntarily flowed from the corners of the old man's eyes.
That was the life force of his relatives flowing away!
What a ruthless Zuo Ren! Truly merciless!
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