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Zuo Ci held his head as he got out of the car. Both Hong Niangzi and the driver felt a bit dizzy, stumbling out of the vehicle, disoriented and unable to find their bearings. The one who had unleashed the Mizong Black Magic was also trapped within the confusion. Reluctantly, they stopped the car and turned off the engine.
The door swung open, revealing an elderly man with dark skin, dressed in a colorful Black Kasaya. He was gaunt and frail, cradling a Kapala Bowl in his hands. Truly, he was a practitioner of cultivation from Huaxia, possessing formidable skills!
The old man flashed a wide grin, revealing a set of large yellow teeth. "Have you finished speaking?"
Zuo Ci glanced at the old man with some impatience. It seemed these individuals enjoyed delivering lengthy introductions. "You were able to kill my Mizhi Vajra; you are no ordinary person. Which expert from the Dark List are you? Show your true self so that Lao Na can have a good look!"
The Old Lama chuckled softly. Zuo Ci waved his hand, signaling for him to be killed.
Xu Hongfa flapped his wings like a beast, lunging fiercely at the Old Lama. The old man's expression changed slightly; this was Fei Jiang, having transcended the realm of Corpse Monsters and could now be called a Corpse Demon.
He dared not underestimate the threat and began reciting the Six-Character Mantra. The Black Swastika Buddha Light began to gather in his palms. However, the Old Monk's face grew even grimmer; it seemed this place had been ensnared by some powerful figure's formation. The mana consumed by casting spells was several times greater than usual, and its potency continued to diminish.
"Damn it!" The Old Lama gritted his teeth against the pain of mana depletion and pressed the Black Swastika Buddha Seal against Xu Hongfa's face. "Absolute communication?"
For the zombies, there was nothing of use. Zuo Ci drew a circle of Apricot Yellow around himself with the Nine-section Staff, invoking a Forbidden Technique. The forbidden aspect pertained to the Knotting Dragon Formation.
The Knotting Dragon Formation and the Forbidden Technique of the Nine-section Staff differed in scale, but Zuo Ci's Forbidden Technique was far more powerful. If both were used in conjunction, it would create an amplified silence! Just thinking about it made him a bit excited.
However, the Knotting Dragon Formation did not distinguish between friend and foe. In contrast, Zuo Ci's Forbidden Technique simply restricted the opponent's power, which was a fundamental difference. Standing within the circle, Zuo Ci felt he could still draw a small amount of Ling Qi from the heavens and earth to cultivate his magical power. Although it was much slower than usual, he could still manage to absorb some.
The Old Lama, on the other hand, was in dire straits. He had specifically trained his Flesh, and among sorcerers, his Flesh indeed had its unique qualities. But it depended on who he was comparing it to; if matched against zombies focused on Flesh cultivation, it would certainly fall short!
The Black Swastika Buddha Light forced Xu Hongfa back two steps. For those two steps, the Old Lama nearly drained himself completely. Running out of magical power was an excruciating experience. As he struck Xu Hongfa's body with his palm, he also suffered some recoil from Xu's solid Flesh, which injured his spirit.
A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. This place was not suitable for lingering. The Old Monk lightly tapped his forehead with his finger, and strands of black Sha Qi coalesced into a Meatball.
From within, he began to squeeze out limbs and a head, and in the blink of an eye, a fearsome Evil God took shape.
Wicked Vajra?
Zuo Ci was somewhat surprised. The Wicked Vajra that this Old Lama was manifesting was different from the one created last time by continuously drawing on the desires and lifeforce of materials within the formation. He could visualize it himself.
Was this a secret technique?
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