The moment the photo was taken, Kui Kui regretted it.
After losing her destiny as a snake spirit, she was never able to cast Taoist spells again.
If one were to request a spirit to possess them, it could only be Mo Ye.
A mortal's palm strike on a green zombie is like a tickle.
Just as Kui Kui was about to ask Mo Ye to possess him, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred.
A golden talisman flew from her palm and imprinted itself on the chest of the Mountain God of Wealth.
A wisp of green smoke immediately rose from the chest of the Mountain God of Wealth.
"Roar..." The Mountain God of Wealth cried out in pain and flung Kui Kui away with his left hand.
Mo Ye activated his spiritual energy, temporarily conjuring a physical form to catch Kui Kui steadily and hold her in his arms.
Kui Kui stared blankly at his hands, unable to come to his senses for a long time.
Mo Ye lowered his eyes and saw her hands covered in blood.
He frowned slightly, a sense of irritation rising inexplicably in his heart.
He carefully placed the Kui Kui down, his gaze coldly fixed on the Mountain God of Wealth.
The Mountain God of Wealth felt a chill run down his spine, not because he was about to transform into a hairy zombie, but because of an instinctive fear of survival.
He suddenly stood up, trying to run away, but it was as if he had run into an invisible wall and fell to the ground.
One of the official hat's straight-legged turbans was knocked askew.
He hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, "Great Immortal, spare my life!"
Mo Ye's expression was as cold as ice. "You shouldn't have set your sights on her."
He raised his right hand, and the Mountain God of Wealth was immediately lifted up.
His feet were kicking wildly in the air, causing his red official robe to shake violently.
Just when the Mountain God of Wealth thought he was about to be finished, the pressure on his neck suddenly disappeared.
Mo Ye's expression changed, and the physical body that had just solidified suddenly trembled and transformed back into a spirit body.
He glanced at Kui Kui, his eyes filled with complex emotions, but mostly with concern.
Be careful in everything you do.
Kui Kui finally came to his senses, waking up from the shock, or rather, being pulled into another shock.
As soon as Mo Ye finished speaking, he vanished from the spot without leaving a trace.
Kui Kui didn't even have a chance to ask him where he was going.
The Mountain God of Wealth seized the opportunity, leaped up from the ground, and pounced on Kui Kui.
Kui Kui suppressed his doubts, made a gesture with his hands, clasped his palms together, and shouted: "Soul-Locking Eight Trigrams Formation!"
The entire tomb chamber resounded with the melodious sound of bells, as if they came from an ancient soul-suppressing tower.
A blue-glowing Bagua formation rose from beneath the Mountain God of Wealth, surrounded by several beams of light that transformed it into a cage.
A hint of disdain flashed in the green-glowing eyes of the Mountain God of Wealth.
Although he suffered a setback at Kui Kui's hands, in his opinion, Kui Kui and Mo Ye were not even in the same league.
Now that Mo Ye is gone, what does he have to fear?
Not only was he not afraid of Kui Kui, but he was determined to make up for the suffering he had endured at Mo Ye's hands by taking it back from Kui Kui.
"You little brat, do you think you can do anything to me just because you know a few Taoist tricks?"
He swung out a claw and grabbed the pillar of light, as if he had touched a flame; wisps of blue smoke immediately rose from his hand.
He released his grip in pain.
Mao Junjie spat at the God of Wealth, "Pah!"
"You evil spirit, you have no discernment at all. Someone who can use the Soul-Locking Eight Trigrams Formation, do you think they just know a little bit of Taoist magic?"
He walked to Kui Kui's side, gave him a thumbs up, and said, "Nephew, you're amazing! I thought my senior brother was the most powerful Taoist in modern times in Maoshan, but I didn't expect you to surpass him!"
"This is the first time I've used it; I just got lucky."
After taking the pills he had refined, Qingfengzi regained some of his energy and spirit.
With Lang Yue's help, he stood up, coughed, and said, "Girl from Maoshan, forget about Versailles!"
“Luck is also a part of strength. I, Qingfengzi, am willing to accept defeat. From now on, Youqiubiying Temple will be an affiliated temple of your Shangqing Temple.”
"Let's destroy this thing quickly so we can get back sooner! Cough cough!"
Kui Kui nodded and then planned to tighten the Soul-Locking Eight Trigrams Formation to directly strangle the Mountain God of Wealth within it.
As Kui Kui formed hand seals, the blue Bagua array shrank, and the corresponding cage also shrank.
Whenever the beam of light touches the body of the Mountain God of Wealth, he lets out a shrill scream.
The shout woke up Lu Ankang, who was in Mao Junjie's arms.
A rare moment of clarity returned to Lu Ankang's bewildered eyes. He suddenly grabbed Kui Kui, who was constantly forming hand seals, and said, "Sister, please spare the Mountain God of Wealth!"
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