Chapter 15

"Damn it..."

As the tortoise shell in his arms gave a light 'crack', Yuqing Zhenren, who was almost completely curled up on the ground and unable to move, sighed inwardly. This was his last means of self-preservation.

Once this 'Xuanwu Shield' passed down from his ancestors completely shattered, it would mean that the energy barrier enveloping him would completely collapse!

The ghosts flying, weaving, colliding, and cackling in the air seemed to also sense that Yuqing Zhenren was now completely like a fish on a chopping board, with nothing left to block them!

"Ha ha ha..." A hoarse yet abnormally sharp and eerie laugh suddenly sounded from all directions.

With the fully manifested ghost leading the way, the remaining nine ghosts instantly shot up into the sky, the surging energy even giving them long tails like meteors. After soaring into the sky, they abruptly changed direction and fiercely charged down toward the curled-up Yuqing Zhenren, as if determined to end this two-hour-long offensive and defensive game in one go!

"Uncle Master! Alas!!" Yuqing Zhenren wished he could let out a long howl to the sky, but he had no more choices.

Yuqing Zhenren, who had been lying on the ground with his arms hugging his knees in a curled-up position to protect himself from harm, resolutely jumped up from the ground. Before the surging energy impact truly landed on him, he fiercely broke the tortoise shell in his hand and shouted, "To use my flesh and blood to nourish your evil spirits, I fear even the heavens will not agree!"

"Crack!" The tortoise shell, which had already developed cracks on its surface, shattered into two pieces with a crisp 'crack'.

The various energy particles that had been attracted and condensed by the particle equations engraved on the tortoise shell lost their structural support in an instant, forming a brief but astonishing energy storm around Yuqing Zhenren!

"Boom!!" Even Ma Mingjun and the others, who were sitting in a car several hundred meters away, heard the explosion from the factory area.

In fact, it wasn't an explosion, but the loud noise caused by the shock wave formed by the dense energy particles colliding in a disordered manner.

A slightly greenish light beam shot up into the sky in an instant, then split and collapsed.

"Ah..." Such a powerful energy storm was particularly lethal to ghostly entities.

Almost instantly, the fully manifested ghost was scattered by the shock wave and had to retreat into the ground to protect itself.

The two half-manifested ghosts were shattered even more, and although they managed to reassemble, the energy particles gathered on their bodies were scattered by more than half, and they were about to fall back into an intangible state.

As for the remaining seven ghostly entities, six of them were immediately scattered, with their magnetic fields disrupted, energy leaking, and soul fires extinguished, disappearing into the vast world!

The only remaining ghostly entity was left in a state of near death. At this moment, even a young man blowing a breath of yang fire at it could evaporate it, making it disappear without a trace!

However...

Yuqing Zhenren, who had broken the Xuanwu Shield, was not much better off than those ghosts.

Although he was at the center of the storm and did not suffer as much damage as the ghostly entities, his internal organs were still severely disrupted! A mouthful of dark red blood spewed out of his mouth, and Yuqing Zhenren, with a face as pale as paper, could only hold on for less than five seconds before his legs gave out, and he fell heavily to the ground...

"Thud..."

The energy storm came and went quickly, lasting for less than twenty breaths before completely dissipating into the world.

The factory area, which had become calm again, was eerily quiet.

Slowly, crimson blood droplets separated from the soil and slowly rose into the air.

The fully manifested ghost, which had retreated underground and was almost unharmed, emerged from the ground again. It greedily inhaled a deep breath and swept up all the blood droplets hanging in the air like a whirlwind.

The eyes it had formed seemed to take on a fierce, blood-red hue. It flew above Yuqing Zhenren's body, and the sharp, eerie laughter of "Ha ha ha" sounded again...

Yuqing Zhenren had already resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes. He had long anticipated such an outcome.

The energy shockwave generated by the Xuanwu Shield did not cause any substantial damage to the fully manifested ghost.

The tortoise shell was broken, and his life was also over.

Lying on the ground, Yuqing Zhenren could not help but feel a deep sorrow, and two streams of old tears fell...

He felt neither anger nor sadness, only a sense of inexplicable desolation and endless regret...

If he had been more diligent when his master was still alive, even if he had only learned half of his master's skills, he would not have ended up in such a tragic situation today!

Having spent his whole life catching ghosts and exorcising evil, he was now about to become a nourishment for a wicked ghost!

Once this wicked ghost absorbed his essence and blood, with his third-stage cultivation, it would be enough to free it from the magnetic field's constraints and gain the ability to move freely.

If such a wicked ghost were to enter the outside world... Yuqing Zhenren could hardly imagine what a terrifying disaster it would be!

Even if the ghost had only forty-nine days after the blood sacrifice, and once the time was up, the yang fire hidden in the essence and blood of the living would erupt and consume it... forty-nine days were enough to cause a shocking tragedy!

"Master... I am ashamed!" Yuqing Zhenren, lying on the ground, felt increasingly desolate and increasingly guilty to his ancestors, family, and master...

Only after he had gone through all the people he should or should not feel guilty about in his mind did he realize something was wrong.

Calculating the time, his process of sorrow and regret seemed to have lasted at least five minutes?

Subconsciously opening his eyes, he heard an old man cursing, "Damn it, still lying there... are you dead yet? If you're not dead, get up and help! This old Taoist can't hold on much longer!!"

"Eh?" Yuqing Zhenren, who thought he was doomed, looked bewildered.

Struggling to sit up, he noticed that about ten meters away, an old Taoist with a patched robe and a brownish-yellow wine gourd hanging from his waist had appeared...

He was called old because he was truly old, with white hair and a face full of wrinkles, and he looked at least forty or fifty years older than Yuqing Zhenren, nearly a hundred years old.

This old Taoist was as thin as a skeleton, wearing dirty black and white Taoist boots, holding a broken wooden sword in one hand and a talisman emitting a golden glow in the other, standing there with gritted teeth, about to give in...

Yuqing Zhenren shuddered, and a sense of survival after a disaster welled up in his heart.

"May I ask the senior's name? Today's life-saving grace, this poor Taoist Yuqing will surely repay..."

"Repay your big head! What the hell are you talking about, hurry up and help!!" As Yuqing Zhenren bowed in gratitude, the old Taoist cursed, "This guy is very powerful. This old Taoist can't use Taoist magic, and these two things are about to give out!"

"I..." Looking at the angry old Taoist, Yuqing Zhenren opened his mouth but took a long time to say, "Senior... my tools are all used up. Now my internal organs are displaced, my qi and blood are surging, my dantian is unstable, and my spirit palace is damaged. I... really can't help much..."

"Damn you, if you can't do anything, why did you come here to show off? If this old Taoist dies here today, I'll haunt you until I suffer through a hundred lifetimes of yang fire, and then drag you to the King of Hell to accuse you of murder!" The old Taoist cursed with all kinds of dirty words, his face, almost skin and bones, full of madness.

His raised wooden sword was slowly lowering, and the talisman in his other hand, emitting a golden glow, was about to explode...

He was also deeply trapped, unable to leave. If he showed the slightest sign of giving up, the wicked ghost would pounce and torment him...

He cursed Yuqing Zhenren's entire family and even his ancestors in his heart.

Just as the old Taoist's face turned yellow and he was about to collapse with Yuqing Zhenren, Yuqing Zhenren, who could barely stand, suddenly had a bright look in his eyes, and his face was filled with joy...

"Screech!!"

A silver-gray Geely Panda with a Jinzhou city license plate crashed through the barrier at the entrance, screeching to a halt in the fully sealed Yuanbang Chemical Factory area.

Feeling the goddess of fortune descend again, Yuqing Zhenren clutched his chest and shouted, "Uncle Master, come and save me..."

"Eh? Uncle Master?!" The old Taoist, who was about to give up, suddenly had a bright look in his eyes. Yuqing Zhenren's abilities could not be hidden from his old eyes. If Yuqing Zhenren was at the peak of the third stage, then his Uncle Master must be at least a seventh-stage expert!

Finally, a reliable person has come... to deal with this fully manifested wicked ghost, a seventh-stage expert is not necessary, but a fifth or sixth-stage expert would do...

Feeling saved, the old Taoist quickly turned his head and saw Yang Chen jump out of the driver's seat in a cheap white sports suit...

"Damn it..." The old Taoist was instantly in tears, wailing, "What are you trying to do?!"

It's over, over. After doing a good deed in this life, he was about to lose his life!

What kind of unreliable sect could produce such a young and inexperienced Uncle Master? This is heaven's will to destroy me...

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