Chapter 85 The Tower Spirit Appears for the First Time, Mysteries Abound
The villager holding the glass bottle fell into the well without warning.
The two people next to him immediately tried to pull him away, but they were both frozen in place.
As fear gripped his body, a sword light pierced the darkness. "Mysterious Phoenix Sword, break!"
As the crimson sword flew away, Mo Ziyan formed hand seals, and a golden circular magic circle appeared around the well and behind him. As the runes flowed, he calmly shouted, "Binding Spirit Lock, suppress!"
The wooden card transformed into vines that wrapped around the waist of the struggling villager in the well, pulling him up with a sudden jerk.
Also brought up was a black object gripping a villager's leg.
Karin was startled; the gold card flashed and shot directly at the dark figure.
Even after being pulled ashore, the dark figure remained relentless, opening its mouth and biting down hard on the villager's calf, its sharp teeth instantly piercing through his left leg.
Under the oppressive force of the Soul-Binding Lock, the dark figure couldn't withstand it and knelt on one knee. Yet, gritting his teeth, he raised the golden array above his head and roared, "I will kill you all!"
Tang Wanwan and Mo Ziyan were on high alert when they saw the dark figure roar and then forcefully smash through the barrier. Instead of the expected counterattack, it ran away without looking back.
The child's innocent voice, trembling with tears, ran while simultaneously uttering threats, "You just wait!"
Karin, who hadn't even had a chance to use the cards yet: "......"
Tang Wanwan, who was about to unleash the Xuanfeng Sword: "???"
Ao Bai: "6".
Mo Ziyan dispelled the formation and stepped forward to help the injured man up. "The injury needs to be treated quickly." He took out a blue porcelain bottle from his Qiankun bag, sprinkled some medicinal powder on it, and the effect was immediate.
The villagers thanked him profusely and helped him back home, one on each side.
"Did you see that thing clearly? It was just a little kid." Tang Wanwan muttered, "How come it was a little kid?"
“The Brahma Tower has only been sentient for three years, so the tower spirit is indeed still a child.” Mo Ziyan frowned. “But logically, a divine-level magical artifact should not be so vulnerable. Besides setting up the Luoyun Mountain barrier, its spiritual power should have done something else.”
“Isn’t that it?” Tang Wanwan pointed to the wheat field behind her, which was now even more golden and full after being irrigated with blood.
"This time we've already alerted the enemy. If the tower spirit escapes again, finding it will be another difficult task."
The two were looking worried when Karin quietly raised her hand and said, "Um, I have something to say."
Tang Wanwan gave her a look, signaling her to spit it out.
Huali took out a golden card. "I just placed a curse on the tower spirit. If it uses its spiritual power again, we can find it by following the curse."
That night, Luo Chuan lit up two small stars on the gold card in one go, successfully upgrading her R card to SSR and unlocking the corresponding skill.
They are Golden Eyes and Formless Trace, respectively.
The Golden Eyes can see through the opponent's illusions and hear the whispers of all things and the mournful cries of weapons.
The Formless One creates several phantom clones by releasing false information. Each clone carries a different causal line, confusing the tracker's judgment. The causal lines can also be used for counter-tracking.
With a bewildered expression, Huali waved the golden card, a small section of golden thread swaying in the wind.
“As long as he uses his spiritual energy, the lines will lengthen, and we can find its location.”
Tang Wanwan's eyes lit up. "That's great! If we can get this matter settled sooner, I can focus on preparing for the trial realm. I'll even get to see the Buddha's disciple, hehehe."
*
For four or five days in a row, the weather was calm and peaceful.
The villagers were probably terrified and stopped drawing blood from the well, instead just idling around the village.
Tang Wanwan and Mo Ziyan set up spiritual energy arrays around the village, waiting for the tower spirit to appear.
Huali sat in the middle of the wheat field, the golden waves of wheat undulating in the wind. She reached out and chased the wheat ears; the stalks were exceptionally clean, and there wasn't a single footprint on the ridge.
The cursed butterfly above her head suddenly stirred, and as it landed on her fingertip, the Demon King's voice rang out, "You have disturbed the tower spirit."
Very good, a declarative sentence.
Hua Li didn't respond but instead looked towards the depths of Luo Yun Mountain. Unexpectedly, Luo Chuan's previous indifference vanished, replaced by a lazy, teasing tone. "This performance is quite interesting. I have no intention of interfering for the time being..."
Huali was about to speak when she sensed something was implied in his words, but suddenly felt a chill on her earlobe.
The cursed butterfly flew back from her fingertips to her temple, and as it passed her earlobe, Luo Chuan's voice, like a shard of ice, slipped into her ear, "Shh—"
An old man walked past with faltering steps not far away, and Huali recognized him as the old village chief who had led the kneeling that day.
Luo Chuan's low chuckle reached my ears, "Little Pear, let's make a bet... a bet on how things will unfold, with the lives of the entire village as the stake..."
Huali unconsciously dug her fingertips into her palm.
Just as Luo Chuan thought she would be indignant or refuse, the girl simply stood up lightly and patted the grass clippings off her skirt. "I've actually wanted to say this for a long time. Can't you just use 'I' directly? Does using 'I' make you seem high-class?"
Luo Chuan was stunned for a moment.
Hua Li didn't give him a chance to refute and walked towards the village chief. "Also, reject drugs, gambling, and prostitution. If you get involved, you'll lose. A little curiosity can ruin your life!"
Huali unilaterally shut down communication, casually affixed an invisibility talisman, and followed behind the village chief.
The Demon Realm is vast and sparsely populated. Although Baiwang Village is a small village, it is actually quite large. The old village chief, carrying the glass bottle, had walked halfway when a faint whisper drifted on the wind.
He raised his hand and touched the faded red string on his wrist. As he tried to walk forward, spiritual energy suddenly surged towards him.
Huali quickly stepped in front of the old village chief and set up a barrier. The lines of the golden card were interrupted as soon as they extended because the spiritual energy suddenly stopped.
The old village chief, still in shock, stared at the suddenly appearing Huali. The red string on his wrist glowed briefly before quickly going out. He blurted out, "Was that monster again?"
"A monster? Don't you call it a god?" Karin asked疑惑地, "Is this rope in your hand a magical artifact?"
The old village chief's eyes darted around, and he subconsciously covered his wrist. "Yes, this was given to me by a childhood playmate."
"When I was young, I was a loner and didn't like to talk, so I always liked to go to Luoyun Mountain to play by myself, and that's how I met him."
"The Immortal Binding Rope," Luo Chuan's voice rang in my ears, no longer the usual casual tone, but a chilling sound, almost like a blade being drawn from its sheath. "Heh... I see."
Before she could react, the clamor of voices grew louder as they approached.
The villagers ran over in a panic, crying, "Village chief, village chief, the crops in the fields outside have all withered and died!"
"Where's the blood? Where's the blood? If we don't add more blood, it'll be too late to save him."
In the chaos, someone snatched the glass bottle from the old village chief's hand and rushed forward, but was pulled back by someone who still had some sense. "The monster is still there. There's no way to get rid of it."
In the chaos, four or five hands grabbed Huali's wrists at the same time, and the villagers' faces were distorted in the flickering firelight, their turbid eyes reflecting the scarlet flames.
"Young lady, didn't you say you'd help us exorcise the demon? Why hasn't it happened after all these days?"
"Give us some of your blood, just a little. A cultivator's blood, even just a little, is enough to keep him under control. Please, please!"
Amidst the pleas, Huali seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.
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