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Who is this high figure, hiding his true self, claiming to be a hero? Pachakbocha seemed to see through this old Taoist, Huang Laodao, who had already become a puppet manipulated by others. With a grim expression, he shouted loudly.
Zuo Ci chuckled softly. Deviant Arts, isn't that just hiding one's true self?
As the hand seals changed, Liu Jia Lishi's hands also transformed in sync with the gestures. His voice hoarse, he recited: "One finger clears the Huang Quan, two fingers illuminate the Beidou, three fingers draw the soul into Rebirth. You are but a lonely spirit; hasten into my banner, I command you!"
A pitch-black Lu Hun Fan appeared out of thin air. The banner hung down with strands of Yuan Sha Zhi Qi. These black Sha Qi seemed like tentacles, beginning to shoot towards Pachakbocha's forehead.
Pachakbocha's expression changed. He quickly waved his arms, his Vajra nearly smoking from the effort. He managed to shatter all those black Sha Qi.
Is this Deviant Arts? What on earth is this Hun Fan?
Suddenly, as Pachakbocha was distracted by the black Sha Qi erupting from the Lu Hun Fan, a chilling arm pierced through his chest, avenging the earlier injury from the Vajra.
Pachakbocha couldn't believe it as he spat out a mouthful of blood. Would he die? How could that be possible! His master was missing, and in the future, Tongcheng and the Vajrayana sect would rely on him. Even his master Kong Mu would fall under his command; he bore the mission of promoting Vajrayana.
Could he possibly die here? No, it couldn't be!
With a roar, Pachakbocha endured the intense pain of his chest being pierced and drove the Vajra fiercely into the center of Liu Jia Lishi's forehead.
A burst of black sharp light erupted. This was the Vajra's innate Breaking the Law and Shen Tong, instantly tearing apart Liu Jia Lishi's mind, shattering the Liu Jia Shen Yin within.
Zuo Ci's expression changed slightly. He had lost control over Liu Jia Lishi. Liu Jia Fa was the spell used to create puppets. By using a drop of his own blood, he forged a control talisman within the puppet's mind; once the talisman dissipated, the puppet would be uncontrollable.
Zuo Ci shook his head with a wry smile. Had he never heard of a self-destruct mechanism? Indeed, Pachakbocha looked at the dim-eyed Liu Jia Lishi, thinking he had just landed a successful blow, destroying the hidden spying talisman.
In the next moment, emerald flames surged forth. The flames seemed to solidify, winding like small snakes as they burrowed into Pachakbocha's body. A piercing shriek echoed in his mind from an Evil Spirit.
Was this Samadhi Yin Fire? Was there actually someone in this realm who had successfully cultivated it? The blazing green fire quickly engulfed both Pachakbocha and Liu Jia Lishi, its coldness cutting to the bone.
Pachakbocha's face turned a deep purple-black as his body curled up, trying to escape the flames' grasp; unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to do so. Just like that, Pachakbocha and Liu Jia Lishi were reduced to two charred corpses.
Zuo Ci waved his Hun Fan, collecting Huang Laodao's soul, Pachakbocha's soul, and those of the deceased followers into his Lu Hun Fan. He clapped his hands in satisfaction; not bad, a bountiful return.
These corpses were not to be wasted either. Zuo Ci stepped onto the ground, and beneath him, a shadow as dark as storm clouds writhed, opening its gaping maw like a ferocious beast and devouring all those corpses into its depths.
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