Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Anode Change, Pulling Earth Mud and Fog Ghost.



Just as their longswords crossed again, something unexpected happened.

The head that the headless white-haired elder was holding as the hilt of his spine longsword suddenly opened its eyes.

A heavy force field instantly pressed down on Yi Chen.

In almost an instant, the air around them solidified as if it were made of iron.

At this moment, a smug smile crossed the face of the white-haired elder.

How this Taoist had cultivated was beyond his understanding; not only was his Pure Yang Qi surging and roaring, but his physical body was exceptionally strong and unmatched, able to exchange over a dozen strikes with his ghostly body without being at a disadvantage, and moreover, this man had an astonishing will.

He had long sensed that if he used his mental intimidation immediately, it would not have much effect on Yi Chen and would instead make him aware of and cautious against this innate ghostly skill.

Therefore, he had calculated in advance that using it at this very moment would be perfect.

One step too slow, and every step would be too slow.

At this moment, the white-haired elder seemed to have already seen the scene of Yi Chen\'s head being severed by his sword, so he couldn\'t help but let out a strange, gleeful laugh.

"It\'s over, Taoist."

"Ghost Slash of the White Spine!"

Meanwhile, Yi Chen\'s mind remained as calm as a tranquil lake.

He found that the more dangerous the battle became, the calmer he was.

No, that\'s not right.

It was that state of fire and ice: boiling with passion in his body but with utter calmness in his mind.

He thoroughly enjoyed this current state, walking a tightrope between life and death, as if only then could he finally feel the meaning of life.

To feel himself... truly, alive.

Truly, existing.

He felt his passion ready to ignite.

Faced with the sudden dramatic change, Yi Chen remained composed, letting out a fierce shout!

"Extreme Yang Transformation!"

"Open for me!"

His shout was like thunder, and in an instant, Yi Chen\'s already tall stature rose a few centimeters, his muscles and skin becoming even more swollen and tough.

Thick blue-black veins emerged on his body.

After the Extreme Yang Transformation, the pale purple Pure Yang Inner Qi around his body became even more violent than before, as if cold water had been poured into a pot of hot oil.

The wild power allowed Yi Chen to easily break free from his bonds.

He gripped the Dragon-Slaying Sword with both hands, twisted his waist and hips, and with a powerful flick, his sword moved diagonally up to meet the white-haired elder\'s killer blow.

Boom!

A sound even louder than before rang out.

The explosive power made both of them involuntarily retreat several steps.

Thud, thud, thud.

Yi Chen took three steps back to fully absorb the force, transferring the impact to the ground.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.

The white-haired elder was forced back seven steps.

In an instant, the stronger party was evident, and not to mention that the white-haired elder\'s spine longsword now had a large nick, and was riddled with tiny ones, which pained him to the core.

"Magnificent, Yi Taoist!"

Seeing this, Abbess Shuiyue was naturally greatly inspired. With a clear shout, the liquid inside the white jade bottle surged forth, transforming into a transparent water dragon that lunged at the black skull in the night sky.

With one bite, the black skull was shattered into a burst of black smoke, which then scattered and disappeared into the night sky with a sweep of the dragon\'s tail.

Lianhua Fashi, of course, would not show weakness either. He reluctantly took out a black prayer bead and threw it at the skull in the night sky, directly blowing the black skull to pieces.

Seeing that the two had spectacularly dealt with the smoke skulls, Qinxu Daoren\'s eyes flashed with a trace of regret. It would have been wonderful if Yi Chen and that white-haired old ghost had both been injured or even better, died together. Alas, things did not go as he wished. The young master of the Hidden Dragon Temple was indeed not someone easy to deal with.

He immediately stopped dragging his feet, struck a small three-eared cauldron in his hand heavily with a wooden staff, producing a deep humming sound that shattered the ghost heads in the night sky into fragments.

The four stood with cold expressions, each guarding a direction as they took steps toward the white-haired old ghost.

Yi Chen eyed the white-haired old ghost eagerly, as if he was looking at an incomparable treasure, his gaze burning intensely and causing the old ghost to feel a chill in his heart, sensing that among the people present, this tall Daoist was the most sinister.

What a pervert this one is.

He looks like he wants to devour it in one gulp.

Yi Chen grinned, his Pure Yang state could last for only a limited time, so he could not afford to waste it. Seeing that everyone had surrounded them, he immediately shouted loudly:

"My fellow Daoists, don\'t be courteous to this evil spirit, let\'s join forces."

"Kill it!"

Upon uttering these words, Yi Chen felt refreshed inside as if he had drunk cold water on a scorching summer day.

He had been waiting a long time for the opportunity to say that.

Finally, his wish had been fulfilled.

Just at that moment, the white-haired old ghost could no longer hold back and angrily shouted, "If I die, neither will you survive! Won\'t you take action and kill these people, or would you really watch me die?"

"Will you be able to bear the responsibility if you delay the master\'s important affair?"

Upon hearing this, the movements of Yi Chen and his companions involuntarily paused.

Swaying people\'s hearts?

Damn it, is there a bigger fish behind this?

Suddenly, the night sky darkened abruptly as black smoke emerged from the neck of the white-haired old ghost.

A black iron curtain descended like an overturned bowl and enveloped the four, with a swath of earthy yellow radiating quickly from the white-haired old ghost toward them.

Seeing this scene, Qinxu Daoren\'s face changed drastically, exclaiming:

"Damn it, they are the Fog Demon and the Dragging Mud, these two kinds of evil spirits."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could a Corpse Ghost possess these two kinds of evil spirits?"

"It\'s simply unheard of."

At this moment, Qinxu Daoren, Abbess Shuiyue, and Lianhua Fashi could not help but cast their gaze towards Yi Chen.

Taoist Yi Chengzi really had a crow\'s mouth.

During the earlier discussion, Yi Chen had proposed two hypotheses: either there was more than one evil spirit, or someone was behind this evil spirit.

Well, it was not an either-or scenario; it turned out they were faced with a script that included both.

Just now, they had heard loud and clear, the white-haired old ghost mentioned delaying the master\'s affair, taking on a responsibility that could not be borne.

If the lackeys were this fierce, how strong must their master be behind them?

The four of them each showed a change in expression.

At that moment, Qinxu Daoren incessantly struck the small cauldron, his face flushing red, no longer holding back. His Mana surged, temporarily holding off the encroachment of the Dragging Mud, whilst quickly explaining to the others, "The Dragging Mud can immobilize one\'s body, making one stuck in the mud."

"The Fog Demon is even more formidable. Not only can it bewilder people\'s vision, but it can also form an iron curtain that seals off a space, cutting off sound, and can bring down strange and eerie Yin Qi. Within its Yin Qi enveloped range, all ghosts can be nourished, their power enhanced, while our strength will be weakened."

"If anyone still has any ace up their sleeve, better use it now, or today we all might die here."

Just as Qinxu Daoren finished speaking, wisps of peculiar mist began to float down from above the iron curtain.


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