The old Taoist priest cried out in alarm and lunged forward with all his might, but he was still a step too late.
A bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, striking directly at the Blackwood Evil God.
The evil god Kuroki let out a sharp scream, struggled for a moment, and then chose to sever its tail to survive, releasing all the resentment it had absorbed.
Instead of striking the black wood, the heavenly lightning chased after the resentment. Su Lenghe summoned the Heavenly Lightning Talisman, and each talisman became a bolt of heavenly lightning.
The Heavenly Thunder Talisman is a rare and precious item, and if it is in good condition, it is worth a fortune. She just casually tossed it away!
"Boom!" Bolts of lightning struck down, and the resentment dissipated upon being struck. However, there were too many of them, densely packed, forming a huge net that slowly closed in on Su Lenghe.
Master Huaiji felt a pang of heartache. This resentment was the result of his years of hard work, and he was almost successful. Now he was forced to release his resentment. With each bolt of lightning he struck, his heart ached more, and his resentment towards Su Lenghe intensified.
As the resentment was dispersed by the bolts of heavenly lightning, the power of the Blackwood Evil God weakened. When a bolt of heavenly lightning struck, it was severely injured.
"Pfft!" The Blackwood Evil God had the old Taoist's heart's blood in him, and he was implicated, spitting out a mouthful of thick blood.
how so?
Using the Heavenly Thunder Talisman consumes a lot of vital energy. His body can only use a maximum of two talismans. Even his senior brother can only use a maximum of five talismans. The effect becomes worse the longer they are used.
This little girl has already used eight cards, and each one is incredibly powerful. Just who is she?
At this moment, Master Huaiji felt a sense of fear, intuitively feeling that Heimu Shen would have a hard time turning the tide this time.
He felt a pang of regret. He shouldn't have been greedy and allowed the Blackwood God to absorb the power of these people, nor should he have released the Blackwood God.
The Blackwood God was the culmination of his life's work, and Taoist Huaiji decided to fight to the death.
He chanted a spell, offering his life as a sacrifice to the Blackwood God. Instantly, the Blackwood Evil God grew even taller, taller than the eaves of a roof.
It transformed into a black humanoid shape, its hands reaching towards Su Lenghe's neck.
Huaiji collapsed to the ground, a triumphant smile on his lips. With his sacrifice, the power of the Blackwood God was incredibly strong. Even if his senior brother came, he could only fight to a draw. This little brat was doomed!
Rong Yan felt an invisible force pressing down on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He opened his mouth wide to shout, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He could only watch helplessly as the huge black shadow completely swallowed Su Lenghe.
Master Huaiji laughed out loud, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having a great grudge settled: "Little brat, you want to fight this old Taoist? You'll have to wait until your next life!"
His smile had barely begun when, in the next second, a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a waist struck down.
The enormous light emitted with a loud rumble was so dazzling that it was impossible to open one's eyes. Master Huaiji closed his eyes, and his body was shaken by the earthquake.
What happened?
Sensing that the lightning had dissipated, Master Huaiji opened his eyes and was so shocked that his expression changed.
A petite figure stood in the distance, holding a peach wood sword and pointing it straight to the sky. Not far in front of her, there was a black tree that had been struck by lightning, shattered into pieces, and the black aura that had been emanating from it had completely dissipated.
As soon as the black wood shattered, Xu Ziming and the others collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
Master Huaiji spat out another mouthful of blood. The evil god he had nurtured for over twenty years had been completely destroyed.
At the same time, a tremendous fear enveloped him.
What kind of monster is this woman in front of him? How could her body withstand so many Heavenly Thunder Talismans? With the sacrifice of a living person and the evil spirit mixed with his heart's blood, she actually shattered his soul with a single bolt of Heavenly Thunder.
His eyes were fixed on Su Lenghe, filled with resentment and bitterness, and a deep sense of powerlessness; his gaze had turned ashen.
In his final moments, as he was about to die, he burned his soul in a final, desperate strike.
He threw a talisman into the sky, using all his power to summon heavenly lightning: "Die!"
He refused to believe that Su Lenghe still possessed the power to resist the heavenly lightning, the culmination of his life's work.
A white lightning bolt, as thick as a finger, descended from the sky, striking towards Su Lenghe like a serpent.
"Break!" Su Lenghe's eyes sharpened, and with a flick of her fingers, she redirected the heavenly lightning, sending it crashing down on Huaiji Zhenren.
"No!"
"Boom!"
At the same time, Master Huaiji's screams and the sound of thunder rang out. Master Huaiji was struck by a bolt of lightning, and his eyes went blank for a moment, turning him into a scarecrow.
The moment the lightning struck, Rong Yan instinctively closed his eyes, expecting to see a person charred to death. When he saw the scarecrow, he seriously doubted his own eyes.
He stammered, "Master Su, what... what's wrong with him?"
Su Lenghe said calmly, "Just a puppet."
Rong Yan looked on with admiration. As expected of Master Su, he turned a living person into a scarecrow right in front of him and didn't even blink.
At the same time, he felt scared: "Master Su, what would have happened if that lightning had struck you?"
"Nothing will happen," she said truthfully, and Rong Yan's eyes practically lit up when he heard this.
Su Lenghe was not lying. In her previous life, she had to go through a tribulation of lightning every time she broke through a realm. Even the tribulation of lightning during the Foundation Establishment stage was as thick as a wrist. Not to mention the tribulation of lightning that almost made her attain immortality, which was so large that it covered a radius of hundreds of kilometers.
Su Lenghe felt that Daoist Huaiji and the person who changed Rong Ce's fate seemed to be from the same lineage, and perhaps there were clues at Qingfeng Temple.
Rong Yan saw a glaring red stain on the ground. Following the trail of blood, he saw that Su Lenghe's fingers were dripping blood. He said worriedly, "Master Su, your hand is bleeding."
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