The disciples behind him turned pale with fright when they saw the man who had been alive just moments before suddenly die. "Master, he's... he's dead."

The human spirit can be burdened; if that string is always taut, it will eventually break down.

Cao Cheng scared himself to death; Hua Qing's hand was the last bit of force that snapped the string.

“His forehead was dark, which is a sign that his time is coming to an end. All of you Taoist priests are here, so please don’t accuse me of killing someone from afar,” the girl shrugged. “I am not an evil person. I just happened to meet him and he brought me here. The people in the graveyard behind the mountain are all relatives of those who died in the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts. The ones who killed them were none other than the people who have died in Full Moon Village.”

"As for the heretical path, I've never seen it either; it had already fled when I arrived."

After saying that, he didn't even look at the strange looks from the crowd.

She told the truth only because He Xi was a sensible person.

She glanced up at the floating spirits and sighed softly. Quite some time had passed, and less than ten spirits had vanished. At this rate, it would take three days and three nights to summon them all. She reached up and removed the bell from her hair, giving it a gentle tinkling sound. A string of incantations escaped her lips: "Dry jade wards off poison, resonate with the spirits—"

A moment later, the surrounding energy field was suddenly disrupted, and many spirits nurtured by heaven and earth flew in from all directions, among which were the Five Ghosts.

Although these are ghosts, they have never drunk human blood. They cultivate by relying on the essence of the sun and moon, and their rank is higher than that of spirits. Not only are their spiritual power high, but they also transcend the six realms. Only the strong can make them submit.

Everyone had their third eye opened, and they were utterly shocked by this scene.

"What kind of magic is this? It can summon all spirits."

The old Taoist priests stared wide-eyed as these spirits carried away the chaotic souls and flew towards Manyue Village. In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the villagers' souls had vanished from the sky.

"The Curse of Ten Thousand Spirits!"

The old Taoist priest wearing a turban looked at it for a long time and exclaimed in surprise, "This is a spell that our patriarch once used!" After saying that, he looked at He Xi with greed in his eyes and sneered, "Sect Leader He, your Xuan Yun Temple is truly full of hidden talents! A mere Taoist priest actually knows the Taoist magic passed down by our patriarch! Could it be that Sect Leader He has some Taoist magic passed down by our patriarch that we don't know about?"

There are many Taoists on Liangyi Mountain, but if we trace back a thousand or eight hundred years, they all belong to the Maoshan sect.

He Xi couldn't possibly miss the greed in his eyes. He frowned, about to reveal Bi Xie's identity to startle the group of people who had previously disrespected their ancestor, when suddenly painful screams came from the village ahead. Several disciples, scrambling on Swift Wind Talismans, came running in panic, saying, "It's terrible! Many vampires have suddenly invaded the village, biting anyone they see. Several disciples have already been bitten—"

Everyone's expression changed.

Hua Qing originally intended to persuade everyone to dig up these graves to see what was inside and whether the evil spirit that caused the horde of ghosts was actually underground. However, this series of events caught him off guard.

The elite disciples of Danxin Temple who had just come down the mountain to perform the soul-summoning ritual also became anxious upon hearing that vampires had flooded into the village. They agreed with the old Taoist priest wearing the Hunyuan scarf that Bi Xie could use the Taoist techniques left by their ancestors, and they could not let her escape.

So the old Taoist priests quickly discussed the matter and left two of them to keep an eye on Bi Xie, while the rest of the old Taoist priests led their young disciples out of the back mountain at top speed.

Bi Xie became restless upon hearing the word "vampire".

Could it be that the big boss in this mission world is a vampire, just like in the first world?

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A group of young disciples, their hormones surging, couldn't help but glance at the girl in green sitting on the grave. The more they looked, the more they thought how beautiful this young Daoist was. Her cheeks were fair and delicate, her lips were slightly upturned, and her large, clear eyes were like the morning star that had just risen in the night sky. She had removed the golden bell that tied her hair, and her long black hair was only tied up with a black ribbon, adding a touch of carefree languor.

"Is it pretty?" Bi Xie blinked, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at the young Taoists who were secretly observing her.

To be honest, she's been in this world for several days now, constantly on the go, and still doesn't know what the original owner of this body looks like.

Judging from these people's reactions, the original owner must have been incredibly beautiful. She's transmigrated to so many worlds, except for the beastman world where she accidentally transmigrated into a wild boar. In all the other worlds, she started with a beautiful woman, and she's become numb to beauty. She really wants to see what the original owner of this world looks like.

When the group of Taoist priests were looked at by her calm and composed eyes, they all blushed with embarrassment and lowered their eyes.

An old Taoist priest with a square face who stayed behind to guard the area snorted and glared at Bi Xie, scolding him: "This is outrageous! Stop bewitching these disciples and protecting this underground evil spirit. What's the difference between you and a demon? Hand over the incantation of the Ten Thousand Spirits Spell and the string of bells on your body, and leave this place. I might even suggest to the other Taoist priests that they spare your life."

Bi Xie couldn't help but sneer. He spoke so grandly, but in reality, he just coveted the incantation she had mastered.

"You wish," she said, gently swinging the golden bell again and raising an eyebrow defiantly. "This is mine. Why should I give it to you? If you want it, come and take it."

The square-faced old Taoist priest was not one to be provoked. Hearing her say that, he immediately flew into a rage. "You little brat, if I take it, don't say I bullied you!" Before Bi Xie could reply, his eyes gleamed, and he thrust his long sword at her, giving her no chance to speak at all.

Another old Taoist priest shouted in alarm to stop him, but he couldn't.

He was anxious that if the old man Chu Caizheng snatched the golden bell first, he would definitely have a hard time handing it over. Just then, a loud "boom" was heard and lightning flashed. Purple lightning gathered and surged in the dark clouds, and the world changed color. Chu Caizheng was struck by lightning and his hair stood on end. His body was sizzling and smoking. His neat Taoist robe was burned to tatters, revealing his charred flesh.

Everyone was stunned. What kind of Taoist technique was this? It could be performed without chanting incantations?

Bi Xie was slightly surprised. Ever since those "memories" appeared in her mind, it was as if she had opened up her Ren and Du meridians. As soon as she opened her mouth, she could quickly recite the incantation and mantra. She finished reciting it in less than a few seconds, as if it were instantaneous.

The young disciple didn't understand, but the two old Taoists were shocked. This was the Five Thunder Spell! A high-level technique passed down from their ancestors.

Just who is this young Taoist priest? Even He Xi's Five Thunder Spell wasn't this powerful!

The disciples behind Chu Caizheng were terrified to see him paralyzed and convulsing on the ground after being struck by the purple lightning. They rushed forward to help him, but as soon as they touched Chu Caizheng's body, the electric current made their fingers tremble. It took them a while to drag the barely alive Chu Caizheng, whose eyes were wide open and staring at Bi Xie like copper bells, back.