Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

Chapter 40 Anomaly

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At this critical moment, the Zhengyang Dojo serves as a constant reminder!

"Something's happened!"

The two exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, they immediately vanished from the secret chamber.

At the same time, incense suddenly rose in the ancestral hall, and the remaining ancestral tablets trembled slightly, as if a spirit was awakening. The Taoist soldiers under the shadows were also awakened one by one.

Upon returning to the main hall, they saw the elder in charge, whose right arm had turned into a goat's hoof, helping a figure in a blood-stained Taoist robe stagger in.

The man was emaciated, covered in blood, and had a large hole pierced through his abdomen. Deathly energy emanated from him like a bone-deep sore, frantically devouring his remaining life force and soul.

"Elder Liu?!" Daoist Mingjun's expression changed drastically.

This man is the head of the Zhengyang Jinglu sect within the Daoist community, and one of the few elders with exceptional combat prowess. He was ordered to oversee the city's businesses. The fact that he has returned severely injured suggests a major upheaval has occurred in the city!

"Senior Brother Mingjun, I was the one who sounded the alarm! Elder Liu returned from his desperate breakout from Jinglu, saying that the place is under fierce attack by three evil forces and is in imminent danger!" The steward elder spoke rapidly, his face filled with anxiety.

Elder Liu struggled to lift his head, his voice barely a whisper:

"Quickly, go to their aid... The great formation inside the shop won't hold for much longer... Once it's broken, nearly a hundred fellow disciples and thousands of mortals will all..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body went limp and he collapsed downwards.

The next moment, wisps of gray-black energy suddenly emerged from Elder Liu's body, and his vitality rapidly receded like a tide. His skin and flesh visibly withered and stiffened, and the outline of his bones faintly appeared, exuding a cold and deathly aura.

"Senior brother!" The elder in charge of affairs exclaimed in surprise.

"It's the [Bone-Corroding Yin Curse] of the Yuan Chen White Bone Demonic Path!" Daoist Mingjun's face darkened, and he immediately stepped forward, gathering pure Yang magic power in his palm to dispel the curse. "The life force of those afflicted by the curse will be forcibly transformed into death energy. If it is not removed in time, they will become White Bone Daoist soldiers controlled by the curse caster within a short period of time!"

At this moment, however, the elder in charge suddenly narrowed his eyes and shouted sharply:

"Senior brother, watch out behind you!!!"

Master Mingjun was startled and instinctively turned around, only to find that behind him he was shrouded in a gray-white mist, with howling winds and clouds visible within the mist.

The mist surged and gathered in an instant, condensing into a gray-white mist hand, carrying a sinister aura, and slammed down on his head!

But in the next instant, to everyone's astonishment, the gray mist hand passed straight through Daoist Mingjun and pressed down hard—

boom! ! !

Elder Liu's body, which had collapsed to the ground, exploded with a bang, turning into a cloud of faint blood mist!

"Junior brother?!" Daoist Mingjun was both surprised and astonished.

But before things could be sorted out, another unexpected change occurred!

Suddenly, seven dark lights appeared in the blood mist!

Its color is like ink, its nature is sinister and poisonous, and it carries with it the madness of incense obsession, the curse of living beings' resentment and poison, and a deadly poison that can kill on sight.

The moment it suddenly appeared was extremely opportune, just as Daoist Mingjun turned around, his mind was shaken, and his energy was not yet stable—a truly deadly situation!

In a flash, a slender hand emerged from the mist. The earth's energy surged, and the Yin energy condensed, forming a half-wall of energy that blocked the dark light.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding—!

Seven soft, crisp sounds rang out, and the dark light was completely blocked, hovering on the surface of the air wall, trembling slightly.

"This..." Both Daoist Mingjun and the elder in charge were shaken and almost speechless.

As the gray mist dissipated, Fang Chen's figure became visible. He reached out and summoned the seven black poison needles into his palm.

"Outnumbered and surrounded, yet one man managed to escape and deliver a message. But upon reaching the crucial point, he succumbed to his injuries on the spot..." Fang Chen toyed with the poisoned needle, slightly turning his head to look at the still-surprised and doubtful Mingjun Daoist. His tone was calm and even. "Senior brother, I'm very curious, how exactly did you survive before this?"

He flicked his fingertips, and the poison needles, mixed with the obsession of incense, the resentment of living souls, and the deathly aura of vengeful ghosts, rose up in mid-air, transforming into countless wailing faces before shattering in an instant.

"The obsession with incense, the vengeful spirits and deathly aura... this is the [Mad Soul Vengeful Spirit]!" Fang Chen's gaze turned cold. "Are you a member of the Soul-Seizing Sect?"

"Hehehe! Interesting. When did Zhengyang Dao produce someone like you?" A dark figure appeared from within the blood mist.

It seemed real yet unreal, unreal yet unreal, blurry and indistinct, like a formless and intangible shadow, probing with its voice:

"Ruthless and decisive, you don't even hesitate to turn on your own fellow disciples. How could this outdated and rigid tradition produce someone like you..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Chen waved his hand, and seven poison needles shot through the air!

The blood-mist shadowy figure chuckled wickedly, about to use its escape technique to flee, but its figure suddenly stopped.

Beside it, the elder in charge was now holding a goat's hoof, pointing it deadly—[Immobilization Spell]!

This technique only limits it for a moment, and it can break free.

However, when masters clash, victory or defeat can be decided in an instant.

That one moment can mean the difference between life and death!

puff--

The spirit, unable to dodge in time, was pierced by the poisoned needle.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Cries of agony and agony filled the air!

The next moment, the entire black shadow exploded, transforming into countless pale, illusory human faces, carrying wisps of gray-black souls, which burst forth like fireworks, filling the room, ready to escape.

But at this moment, another bright light was lit.

Under the radiant light, faces spontaneously combusted, no matter how frantically they screamed, struggled, and begged for mercy, they ultimately turned into wisps of black smoke, which were absorbed into the spiritual lamp in the palm of Daoist Mingjun and refined into drops of lamp oil.

This fiend has reached the level of the Three Souls, making him a sorcerer who can cast spells with ease. He is also proficient in the secret art of soul capture, allowing his soul to roam freely without a trace, making him extremely difficult to deal with.

If the ambush had succeeded just now, and Fang Chen wasn't present, the dojo might have been in danger of collapsing today.

Such a formidable enemy was annihilated by the combined efforts of the three of them in a moment of carelessness... The way of battle truly is that life and death are separated by only a moment!

Mingjun watched the black aura in the spirit lamp gradually fade away, his soul nearly leaving his body, and finally he let out a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, a commotion arose outside the main hall, as several elders led the remaining disciples and the next generation of true disciples to the scene.

"Senior Brother Mingjun!"

"Elder, what has happened?!"

"Why do we need to keep sounding the alarm?!"

Seeing the crowd rushing over, Mingjun felt a lingering fear. If that evil cultivator had succeeded in impersonating him, the remaining power of this Daoist temple would have been completely slaughtered.

Even if Zhengyangdao has a lot of resources, without someone to guide it, it may be destroyed today!

"Junior brother, thanks to you..." Mingjun looked at Fang Chen, but before he could finish speaking, he saw the other's solemn expression and his heart sank: "Junior brother, what's wrong?"

Fang Chen's gaze swept over everyone in the hall, and he slowly said, "Senior Brother, the old precepts of the Dao state: the alarm bells must always ring, and both mortal disciples and underworld soldiers must gather. Now..."

He paused:

"Why do we only see people from the living world?"

Daoist Mingjun was taken aback upon hearing this, and then his face turned ashen:

"Oh no! Something's happened in the underworld!"