Chapter 82
I watched as Xiqu's body shattered into pieces, scattered across the ground. The pieces were still trying to reunite, so I surrounded them with the Fire Bell, pumping all my energy into them and starting to burn them.
When it was not injured, my fire bell could not do anything to it. Now that it is in pieces, how can it withstand the burning of my fire bell?
Finally, I destroyed its entire body before the energy in my body was exhausted.
I exhaled. It was truly thrilling. This Xiqu was truly cunning, having actually managed to lure me into his illusion.
I was about to go home and looked at the white mustard seeds all over the ground. It seemed that the power of this mustard seed barrier was much greater than I had imagined.
I took a step forward.
Then stop the body.
And retreated back.
He looked at the field again and said, "I almost fell for your trick!"
As soon as I finished speaking, a wisp of black smoke slowly rose in the distance, and eventually turned into the shape of a headless ghost.
I closed my eyes, focused my mind, and cleared my mind of distractions.
When I opened my eyes again, everything around me had changed again.
Mao Jianming was nervously calling my name outside the barrier, and I didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
I found that I was still in hallucination, and it was really Mao Jianming who was relying on me.
Because he was so obedient today. When I was in danger, he would never leave me alone if I asked him to leave.
Just like now.
At this time, the headless ghost actually spoke.
"You actually discovered it. It seems you've made a lot of progress over the years."
"Why don't you go and reincarnate, instead of harming the world here!"
"Reincarnation? Hahaha, reincarnation is not as good as being a ghost. Once I absorb your mature Yin body, I won't be bound here anymore!"
I quickly ran out of the mustard seed barrier.
I am no match for it now. The five thunder and fire beads just now have consumed all my energy.
It creates illusions and also drains my energy.
But before I could run out, my hands and feet were tied.
Its ghostly aura wrapped around my limbs, pinning me to the ground. I used all my internal energy to burn it, but it was completely useless.
Its ghostly aura is so powerful that I wonder how many wronged souls it has absorbed over the years!
I couldn't move my hands and feet now, and I was very anxious when I saw it walking towards me step by step.
When it came in front of me, I could see it had no head, but it was smiling sinisterly.
I made up my mind, bit the tip of my tongue hard, and spit it out.
Tongue blood is the most yang element in the human body. It is particularly effective against ghosts of sudden death. It should not be used unless absolutely necessary. Due to the risk of backlash, those with less magical power may fail to exorcise the ghost and instead injure themselves.
As I spat out a mouthful of blood from the tip of my tongue, I chanted, "The yang blood destroys the evil spirits of the earth, and all filth dissipates and returns to the netherworld!"
The reason why he is classified as an earth evil is because the headless ghost died while building a bridge and belongs to the earth element.
The tip of the tongue hit its chest right in the mouth.
No matter how strong the ghost energy is, it will be injured by the blood from the tip of my extremely yang tongue combined with the spell to kill ghosts and break evil spirits.
Sure enough, the evil spirit that was wrapped around me quickly returned to its body. I moved my hands and feet, and in just a short while, my wrists and ankles had turned purple.
Seeing that it was injured by me, I quickly recovered the energy in my body.
I discovered it wasn't as powerful as the demon king Xiqu, but was merely adept at deceiving people. If the five lightning and fire beads I had struck it earlier would have been annihilated.
But that's also where it gets cunning.
As I was thinking about it, its figure suddenly disappeared.
Then I felt myself being controlled.
There is a thick ghost aura on me, controlling my every move.
I walked slowly to the edge of the bridge and climbed up the railing.
I tried hard to break free from its grip. If I jumped down like this, I would definitely die.
Two gunshots rang out, and I lost control. The wind blew and I almost fell down.
I quickly jumped onto the bridge.
Zhang Song appeared beside Mao Jianming at some point, pointing a gun at the headless ghost.
I was surprised. Ordinary ghosts cannot be harmed by guns or other weapons, but when I looked at the headless ghost, it seemed that guns could also cause harm to it.
If that's the case, it seems we can deal with this headless ghost.
"Brother Song, the gun is useful!" I shouted.
Zhang Song fired two more shots at it, and I found that its ghost energy had greatly decreased. This puzzled me, why was it so afraid of guns?
I took this opportunity to try to regain my energy.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the headless ghost directly enveloped the entire mustard seed space with a large amount of ghost energy.
It's like there's a black curtain here. You can't see outside, and people outside can't see what's going on inside.
The bridge began to give way, and I saw a hand emerging from the crack.
Next came its body, slowly crawling out.
When it appeared in front of me, it was wearing tattered worker's clothes and was covered in blood. There were many heads where its head was severed. Some of these heads were people I knew, and some were people I didn't. They were all the innocent souls who died at its hands over the years!
"Boss, boss." The leaders shouted sternly.
Finally saw its true form.
A chilling, ghostly wind blew, blinding me. My left hand secretly gathered a golden-feathered arrow, my knuckles turning white from the exertion.
The headless ghost in front of me slowly approached, countless vengeful spirits howling from the broken neck. Its footsteps were as heavy as drums, and each one made my chest ache.
It has aroused my desire to win, and I don't believe that I can't cure it.
I bit my tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted into the air. With my left hand, I drew a talisman to drive away evil spirits and shouted, "Fire bell, burn evil! Urgent!"
Instantly, the talisman in the air erupted in crimson and black flames, transforming into three fiery snakes that pounced upon the headless ghost. The ghost, burned by the talisman, screamed in the black mist surrounding its severed neck, engulfing the snakes alive. Sparks flew as it sped towards me, its rotting hands ripping into my heart!
I quickly rolled over to avoid its attack, and threw out the golden feather flying arrow that had been prepared in my left hand. The flying arrow split into two in mid-air, and two golden lights nailed into its body.
The head ghost froze, a thunderous howl of pain emanating from its abdomen, but in the blink of an eye, the black mist completely corroded the golden light. It swung its arm across, and I hurriedly blocked it with my hands, but the immense force sent me flying several feet, my back slamming heavily into the bridge railing.
My mouth tasted fishy and sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the ground. Enduring the excruciating pain, I stood up, holding onto the railing, bit my middle finger, and used the blood mixed with the tip of my tongue to hit it.
The headless ghost seemed to sense the danger, the black fog surged wildly, and the heads of those wronged souls began to explode one by one.
Its originally injured body began to repair itself as the heads exploded, and its ghostly aura became even stronger than before the injury.
"I want you to die!" The headless ghost was filled with hatred.
It turns out that it has already harmed ninety-eight people. As long as it absorbs my soul tonight, it can collect ninety-nine heads and break through to the Ghost King realm in one fell swoop. At that time, it will be like Xiqu in the Broken Soul Mountain. Unless it is a legendary figure like the old Taoist priest, no one can deal with it.
Now that I've broken so many of their heads, all their efforts have been wasted. Don't you hate me to the core?
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