"Sato, those two beasts ran away, should we chase them?"

One of the Onmyoji was so overwhelmed by the stench that tears and snot streamed down his face. He stumbled backward, grabbed the mountain wall for support, and retched for a while before he could finally speak coherently.

The head Onmyoji, known as Sato, wore a hunting robe embroidered with chrysanthemums, a clear indication of his status.

His narrow eyes were squinted, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and exclaimed, "Oh no! Open the coffin and take the female corpse away! People from China have arrived!"

Otherwise, given that bastard's persistence, he would definitely fight them to the death.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the four people changed simultaneously.

They wanted to get close to the coffin, but as soon as they came into contact with the yellow mist, not only could their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth not withstand it, but even the skin that came into contact with it felt painful.

Sato sneered, "To go this far, you really underestimated these two beasts. Let the Godslayers come at us together and carry the coffin out first."

Godslayers have no sense of smell; they only engage in utter slaughter.

Just as the four god-slaying creatures were working together to move the coffin, the weasel carrying the white fox was already close to Ruan Xianxian.

The white fox looked around and asked, "Where are the reinforcements you mentioned?"

The weasel covered its eyes with one small paw, while pointing with the other paw at the head peeking out from the withered branches and grass in the distance.

That's right, only its head was sticking out; the rest of its body was buried under dead branches and leaves.

"Hey! It's over there!"

White Fox: ? ? ?

They fell into a long silence as they watched the human heads struggling to approach them.

Is this...reliable?

Ruan Xianxian didn't want this either. After the autumn leaves fell and the winter frost fell, all the withered branches and rotten leaves that had accumulated on the mountaintop were washed down to the foot of the mountain by the melting snow.

The obstacle, which only reached the soldier's waist, was almost up to her chest.

"Xianxian, here, I got hurt by that bastard, it hurts so much, boohoo."

Upon hearing the sound, Ruan Xianxian's expression hardened. She looked up and saw two blood-stained foxes in the distance. The white fox being carried by Huang Er had increasingly dim eyes.

Like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any moment.

The weasel is no less formidable.

Ruan Xianxian's anger surged to her head, and she charged forward like a human bulldozer, ignoring the scratches and cuts she received from tree branches and stones.

He reached into his crossbody bag and pulled out a glass soda bottle filled with a large bottle of intermediate-grade spiritual spring water. He uncorked the homemade cork, pried open the two small mouths, and poured the spiritual spring water into his mouth.

The weasel was very obedient.

The white fox resisted somewhat, but his current strength was no match for the incredibly strong Ruan Xianxian. The spiritual spring was poured into his mouth in a few gulps, and his spirit was visibly restored.

His jewel-like gray-blue eyes glanced at her in surprise. The essence of heaven and earth?

This is a rare find, long since extinct. As Huang Er said, this human is indeed quite capable.

He lowered his head slightly, and in Ruan Xianxian's view, the white fox expressed his gratitude with extremely elegant movements.

Instead of impulsively rushing into a fight with an enemy whose strength she didn't know, she suppressed her anger and asked Huang Er.

"What's going on up there? Who injured you like this?"

Before Huang Er could answer, the white fox supported its four legs and walked back towards the source, saying, "First, we must retrieve the princess's body. I have nurtured her in the coffin with the essence of the sun and moon for a hundred years."

Once taken away by the Nine Chrysanthemums and turned into a god-slayer, this land will be filled with enemies.

Ruan Xianxian didn't quite understand what a drinking party was; she only understood that if the female corpse in the coffin were taken away, it would cause a lot of trouble.

Without daring to delay, he quickly put away the bottle, bent down, grabbed one of the bottles under one armpit, and rushed up the mountain, not forgetting to ask, "Is the Godslayer a ghost?"

The white fox exclaimed in surprise, "You don't even know about Godslayer?"

His tone suddenly turned somber. "Indeed, I heard from the officials that Taoism has declined, sorcerers have become extinct, and this world has completely entered the end of the Dharma era."

"I asked you if you're a ghost? Just answer yes or no." Ruan Xianxian impatiently interrupted her, babbling on and on without considering the situation.

The white fox choked for a moment, then answered crisply this time, "No, the Godslayer exists between a spirit and a physical body, and is enslaved under the orders of the Onmyoji."

As long as it's not a ghost!

Ruan Xianxian revealed a set of chilling white teeth, drew an ancient sword behind her back with one hand, grabbed both necks with the other hand and threw them forcefully...

The two bodies spun in the air and landed steadily between the thick branches of the tree.

"Wait, I'll chop down two of them and roast them with God-Slaying Fire so you can taste how salty they are." Looking at the slit-mouthed woman appearing at the end of her vision, Ruan Xianxian licked her lips.

That's so ugly!

With a powerful thrust of her toes, Ruan Xianxian lunged forward, sword in hand, the blade gleaming with a cold light.

Ahead, the slit-mouthed woman, whose back was to her, sensed something and turned around. Her terrifying face was faintly visible in the shadows of the coffin.

His mouth stretched to his ears, emitting a creepy, eerie laugh.

Sharp fingernails, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, lashed out at her.

"Another one courting death." The Onmyoji controlling her chuckled strangely, pointing a single finger, "Go, kill her."

The remaining four people, whose attention was entirely focused on the wooden coffin, didn't even turn their heads. Dealing with a young girl with yellow hair who couldn't sense any Taoist magic at all, the fifth brother alone was enough.

The second brother, obsessed and greedy, wanted to smash open the red coffin, but was stopped by the quick-witted eldest brother who raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't damage it. The wooden coffin has remained intact for a thousand years and has also been nurtured by a mixed-breed fox. It is a rare magical artifact."

He pressed something, and the tightly sealed coffin top automatically popped open a groove that could be pushed back in...

The white fox in the tree, who witnessed this scene, reddened its eyes.

Ruan Xianxian nimbly dodged the sharp fingernails, and while swinging her sword at the slit-mouthed woman, she reached into her bag with her other hand, and without caring what she touched, she threw it at Sato, who was trying to open the coffin.

Sato, whose attention was mostly focused on opening the coffin, suddenly noticed a reflection in the corner of his eye—a Bagua mirror? His expression changed slightly.

It was too late to dodge. In this critical moment, the only option was to manipulate the faceless demon to shield himself. The mirror made contact with the faceless demon, and with a crash—

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