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Zuo Ci looked at the cold Light Screen in front of him and smiled faintly. The twin old men within the screen seemed to sense something, their murky eyes instinctively opening wide, revealing a hint of fear.
Zuo Ci took out two folded Straw figures from his robe. With a flick of his fingers, two drops of yellow liquid sank into the bodies of the Straw figures. He then split a copper coin in half and placed each half on the foreheads of the Straw figures. From the hollow heads of the Straw figures emerged two aged faces.
Zuo Ci drew out eight incense sticks from his sleeve, placing four in front of each Straw figure. The ritual for offering incense was clear: three for the living and four for the spirits. This was a technique he had learned from Lu Queyi.
In the vastness of Ming Tu, on the Nai He Bridge, dreams tangled with reality as he performed the soul exchange ritual.
"Spirits, spirits, heed my call! Return to your original forms!" Zuo Ci bit his finger, letting blood drip onto the eyes of the two Straw figures as he whispered, "Command!"
"Come forth, come forth! Have you seen my Head?" A raspy voice echoed in their ears.
The two old men suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The essence of the Curse Technique lies in distance; their true forms were separated from this place by a thousand miles, which should have placed them beyond the reach of the Curse Technique. However, the sorcerer was still able to cast it.
What did this signify?
The sorcerer's cultivation far surpassed that of the two! Their own cultivation had already reached the Dao Summit; could it be that this sorcerer had achieved the legendary Tongjing?
How could that be possible?
Yet, with each chant echoing in their minds, their eyelids began to droop involuntarily, and soon they fell into a deep slumber.
In their dreams, two dark cyan-faced little demons appeared, with heads resembling hills and wide, sharp fangs. The little demons wielded a blood-soaked saw, pressing their razor-sharp claws against the old men’s heads as they frantically sawed away at them.
Creak, creak.
The old men's faces changed drastically; was this Yan Shu? They tried to bite their tongues to awaken themselves.
But alas, how could one do such a thing in a dream?
As their heads were sawed deeper by the black saw, the features of the straw man before Zuo Ci became increasingly vivid and lifelike.
With a sudden pop, a thin line of blood appeared around the necks of the two old men within the light screen. Blood and bits of flesh began to seep from within the straw man in front of Zuo Ci. Its facial features were now three-dimensional and lifelike.
With a flick of his finger like a sword, Zuo Ci severed the heads of the straw man with a crisp snap. Instantly, the heads of the two old men within the light screen rolled to the ground.
The Wan Hun Fan soared upwards and gently captured them. Two aged souls emerged from the severed straw man and were drawn into the Wan Hun Fan.
The paper was made of Human Skin, filled with flesh and blood.
As the souls of the two elders entered the Wan Hun Fan, all the events in their minds were swiftly flipped through by Zuo Ci, including their unique skills.
Indeed! This was a perfect match with the Daoist Sect and the Jianzhi Ren. The power could stack upon each other.
Fang Xian looked at Zuo Ci's back with a sense of awe. This person was truly ruthless! Not only did he take action to behead the three Dao Summit masters causing chaos, but he also showed no hesitation in slaughtering several Cultivators who supported them.
Even though the Zha Zhi Jiang's Flesh was thousands of miles away, it still could not escape its doomed fate. The surviving Cultivators looked at Zuo Ci as if they were seeing a ghost; it was nothing short of a massacre!
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