Mingzhuo sighed. This person had clashed with him so many times and had never gained the upper hand. Where did he get the confidence to be so arrogant in front of him?
"I'm the kind of person who always settles scores with those who don't submit. Why don't you try it? I'll throw you down right now and see if you can survive."
The deity snorted disdainfully. Since he could possess another body, he could also abandon this physical one.
Mingzhuo's guess was correct; he didn't have a physical body, which is why he kept possessing other people's bodies.
Since that's the case, killing the physical body is useless; he will come back to life countless times in other people's bodies, forever immortal.
This is true immortality, something these ordinary mortals could never understand.
Mingzhuo looked at him for a moment, then suddenly called out, "Axu, the bronze mirror!"
Gu Xu tossed the bronze mirror to Ming Zhuo almost without hesitation.
Without the bronze mirror to restrain them, the living dead quickly continued climbing the steps.
Gu Xu stood guard on the steps, constantly shooing them away, but those people felt no pain; as soon as one was thrown down, another would quickly climb back up.
The deity glanced at Gu Xu, "Are you crazy? Or are you just abandoning these people?"
Mingzhuo held the bronze mirror and sneered: "You still have time to worry about others? You should think about whether you can even survive!"
The deity's body hovered in mid-air above the cauldron, and flames swept up from it. Although they couldn't scorch his body, they were extremely hot, causing his back to ache.
It seems he has no choice but to abandon this physical body. What a pity, this body is so compatible with him and has nurtured his soul.
But he quickly opened his eyes wide and asked, "What did you do to me?"
He can't escape! He's trapped inside his body and can't leave at all!
Mingzhuo: "Although you are in spirit form, you have forgotten one thing. You are still an evil spirit, and my Axu can ward off evil."
I told you I was good at dealing with people who wouldn't listen, but why doesn't this guy believe me? Did my sword strike not only damage his soul, but also his intelligence?
She smiled, and under the moonlight, her smile was so beautiful that it terrified the god.
The heavy shadow of death weighed on his heart, and he finally broke down: "What exactly do you want?"
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Gu Xu continued to walk on the altar, throwing the living dead down one after another.
Although he is busy with work, he is always self-disciplined and insists on exercising every day.
But having never done such strenuous physical work before, even the lightest steps gradually became heavy.
But those living dead don't feel pain or fatigue.
This couldn't go on. Gu Xu held a dagger in his hand. If all else failed, he would have no choice but to cut his wrists and bleed.
He has a constitution that makes him immune to all evil, and the power of blood to ward off evil is even stronger. These people are just controlled by evil magic, and blood can have some effect on them.
He unwrapped the gauze from his hand, and as he was about to press the knife tip against it to apply force, he was pulled back.
Mingzhuo looked at Gu Xu's hand, which had been cut not long ago, leaving a deep bloody mark.
That hand was so beautiful, with long, slender, and fair knuckles, like the most perfect work of art, yet there were several shallow scars on the palm.
Mingzhuo herself doesn't care about these small scars on her body, after all, she recovers quickly and never takes them seriously.
Seeing Gu Xu's hand, I felt a pang of pity and heartache.
"You gave me the bronze mirror thinking you could use blood to ward off evil? How foolish." Mingzhuo gestured, "It's alright now."
Gu Xu turned his head and saw that the undead were frozen in place, as if a pause button had been pressed.
Mingzhuo took out a small incense burner, then knocked it over, sending incense ash flying everywhere like a rain shower.
The living dead all looked up at the incense ash. The moment the restriction was lifted, they had a brief moment of clarity.
With lingering reluctance, it took one last look at the world, then closed its eyes and collapsed.
"What are they doing?" Li Wenhe asked, puzzled, as he charged forward.
Mingzhuo: "At least we managed to preserve their last soul and spirit. Once this matter is over, I will personally hold a Taoist ceremony to open the gates of hell and send them to the afterlife."
These people are different from those on the wishing train; many of them were scammed.
How can anyone live without having some wishes? Just like Liu Shuang's parents, they desperately hope that their daughter can settle down in a big city.
But they are ordinary people, and no matter how hard they try, they can't offer much help, so they can only pray to the gods and Buddhas, hoping that their daughter can become rich.
The "gods" granted their wishes, but demanded their souls in exchange.
This clearly involves deception; it doesn't kill them immediately, but gradually erodes their souls and spirits.
Finally, even the body had to be thrown into the cauldron as a sacrifice.
They were thoroughly exploited, truly drained of their marrow, leaving not even bone fragments behind.
Mingzhuo was in a bad mood. The Saha sect had committed many evils, and the most unforgivable person was this god.
She turned and glared fiercely at the god who was trying to sneak away, kicking him in the chest. "You still want to escape?"
The deity cried out in pain, "I've already told you the location of the incense burner, what more do you want?"
Mingzhuo: "Don't worry, I'm not like you. I won't go back on my word and kill you. But is there anything you haven't told me?"
The deity said indignantly, "What else do you want me to explain? Ruan Mingzhuo, don't go too far! I am, after all, a deity!"
Mingzhuo exerted force with his foot, and the deity was stomped to the ground, unable to move.
He Wangyao, who had just climbed up, was somewhat incredulous upon hearing this.
"The Divine Lord is still alive? As expected of the mastermind behind the scenes, but isn't he a bit too weak now?"
Tang Zhen, standing at the bottom of the steps, remained silent. Although he saw Ming Zhuo easily trampling the Divine Lord under his feet, he felt that the other party was nothing special, giving him the illusion that he could do the same.
But he had clashed with them before, and they were really no match for him!
The opponent's weakness is relative; the main reason is that Ming Zhuo's abilities are too strong and too extraordinary. If it were their group, they would be no match for him at all.
He still found it strange that the previous wooden puppet could actually deceive the God!
The deity said, "I'm just a tiger fallen into the plains, bullied by dogs." He disdained to talk to this group of people any longer.
Ming Zhuo sneered: "What kind of god are you? You stole so many offerings, and you really think you're a god? You're just a demon who escaped from the Nine Nether Hell. You only managed to act like a tyrant for so many years because you accidentally obtained the power of the Bone Jade."
This explains why people in the Saha religion are able to collect and utilize resentment.
Those resentful spirits originally came from the Nine Nether Hells, sharing the same origin as the God-King, so he naturally had ways to control and utilize them.
No wonder he entered Qingmen Temple as if it were empty; it wasn't just because Wuyou was secretly helping him, but also because Qingmen Temple was the lair of evil spirits.
Buddhism is ultimately too lenient, always trying to persuade people to do good, but without drastic measures, having a compassionate heart is useless.
Those evil spirits have refused to be reincarnated for thousands of years, and they are not good people to begin with. Bathing in Buddhist scriptures every day will only generate more resentment.
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