Zhang Shaozhong and his two companions descended the mountain along the stone steps with ease, as if they were returning from a trip.
As soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they saw Su Lan waiting anxiously there, while several special agents beside her stared in shock at the mountain. Although they couldn't see the specific situation of the villa, the brief but intense energy fluctuations and the faint screams that had just been heard were enough to explain everything.
"Are you... alright?"
Su Lan quickly stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the three of them. Seeing that not even the hem of their clothes was disheveled, she was secretly alarmed.
"What could be wrong?"
Ye Meier proudly raised her chin, "A bunch of chickens and dogs, not even enough to warm me up! That old man was knocked down by my husband with one punch!"
Su Lan's lips twitched slightly as she looked at Zhang Shaozhong.
Zhang Shao nodded, confirming Ye Meier's words.
"Yagyu Tajima-no-kami...is he really dead?"
Su Lan was still somewhat incredulous. That was a renowned swordsman who had been famous for many years! Just like that... gone?
"Dead beyond dead."
Zhang Shaozhong spoke calmly, as if he had merely swatted a fly, "By the way, Captain Su, have you ever heard of the 'Yamata no Shrine'?"
"Yaki Shrine?"
Su Lan's expression suddenly changed. "How do you know this name? It's one of the oldest and most mysterious shrines in Japan. It's said to enshrine the ancient evil god Yamata no Orochi, and it has a high priest who is unfathomably powerful. It holds a transcendent position in the Japanese cultivation world, and even the government doesn't dare to provoke it easily! Yagyu Tajima-no-kami mentioned it before he died?"
"Yes, he said he sent the message to scare us."
Zhang Shaozhong curled his lip, "That sounds pretty intimidating."
"I'm not kidding!"
Su Lan's tone was grave, "The Yamata Shrine is extremely troublesome! They rarely interfere in the struggles between the secular and general cultivation worlds, but once they set their sights on you, it's like a bone-deep infection, extremely difficult to deal with! It's said that their priests possess some kind of secret technique for cursing and tracking..."
Just as Su Lan finished speaking—
A chilling, malevolent pressure, carrying a strong, fishy stench, spread out from the depths of the mountains and forests without warning, like an invisible tide, instantly enveloping the area!
This oppressive aura is far more powerful and bizarre than that of Yagyu Tajima-no-kami!
The air seemed to be filled with the auditory hallucination of countless snakes hissing, sending chills down one's spine!
"not good!"
Su Lan and her special agents turned pale instantly, feeling as if they were being targeted by some ferocious beast, and even breathing became difficult!
Zhang Shaozhong, Ling Qingxue, and Ye Meier's expressions also hardened, and they instantly entered battle mode!
Not far ahead, on a forest path, three priests dressed in pure white hunting robes, wearing black hats and strange Noh masks appeared out of nowhere.
The leader was tall and thin, with a pale white mask painted with twisted snake patterns, revealing only a pair of emotionless, cold-blooded vertical pupils.
He held a white scepter in his hand, but the paper strip on the scepter looked like countless tiny white snakes wriggling!
The two men behind him, one with a crimson mask and the other with a pitch-black mask, both exuded a chilling and eerie aura.
"Heretics who blaspheme the sacred mountain and slaughter the servants of the gods..."
The white-masked priest at the head of the group spoke, his voice hoarse and deep, as if countless snakes were hissing at the same time, "...offer your flesh and blood as a sacrifice to the Yamata no Oogami."
His gaze was like a tangible poison needle, first locking onto Ling Qingxue, whose aura was the strongest, and then sweeping over Ye Meier and Zhang Shaozhong. In those vertical pupils, there was no trace of human emotion, only pure coldness and killing intent.
"The Serpent Master of Yamata Shrine!"
Su Lan gasped, her voice trembling slightly, "They actually came! And there were three of them!"
Night Enchantress felt extremely uncomfortable under the priest's gaze. Her eyebrows furrowed, and demonic energy surged within her: "You pretentious charlatans! What are you looking at? Believe me or not, I'll rip your masks off and use them as insoles!"
The white-masked priest showed no reaction to Ye Meier's curses, but simply slowly raised the white imperial coin in his hand.
In an instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted!
A dense, malevolent aura surged forth from the mountains and forests like living creatures, transforming into countless translucent, hissing serpentine phantoms that lunged at Zhang Shaozhong and his companions from all directions!
These snake shadows carry intense mental attacks and corrosive energy; wherever they pass, vegetation withers and rots instantly!
"Watch out! This is the 'Evil Serpent Curse' from the Yamata Shrine!"
Su Lan exclaimed in alarm. Although she and her special agents fought back with all their might, the snake shadows were everywhere and their special weapons were of little use. They were soon forced into a dangerous situation!
"A trivial skill!"
Ling Qingxue snorted coldly, took a step forward, and her immortal power surged around her, blooming like moonlight!
She pointed her fingers like a sword, and a clear, icy sword intent soared into the sky, then transformed into countless fine, icy blue sword energies, shooting towards the snake shadows like a sudden storm!
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
The sword energy collided with the snake shadow, producing a sound like a red-hot iron block being plunged into cold water!
Those malevolent snake shadows crumbled and dissolved before the pure immortal sword energy!
However, the white-masked priest seemed to have anticipated this, and the red-masked priest behind him suddenly stepped forward, formed hand seals, and chanted incantations!
boom!
The ground shook, and the land beneath Zhang Shaozhong and the others instantly became as muddy and sticky as a swamp. Countless ghostly hands made of mud and evil energy reached out and grabbed their ankles, trying to drag them underground!
At the same time, a heavy force field pressed down, slowing down people's movements!
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