The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 208 Who is truly devouring whom?
The north wind howled, stinging people's faces.

Huguo Temple is a major temple in Wujing, with thriving incense offerings and numerous worshippers. Even before the New Year was over, there were still quite a few worshippers remaining in the temple.

As the sun set, some lay Buddhists went to the main hall to listen to the master chanting sutras, but they felt that the north wind was unusually fierce. As darkness fell, the low air pressure made them feel uncomfortable, as if they could not breathe.

Some believers couldn't help but recall the incident involving the noblewoman on the back mountain on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and they were immediately jolted awake, hurrying towards the main hall.

Amitabha Buddha, may the Buddha protect you and prevent all evil spirits from showing themselves.

Lang Jiuchuan held the scarecrow. Seeing Cong Bian's desperate resistance against her, his expression turned cold and his Dao intent surged. He circled the scarecrow with his fingertips: "Heaven and earth are clear and spiritual, dispelling filth and removing obstacles. Now I invite the Five Paths and the myriad generals of the Heavenly Road to the Soul-Binding Altar. Anyone who dares to disobey will be annihilated by divine fire. By decree!"

A powerful force materialized at her fingertips. As she drew circles on the scarecrow with two fingers, that force transformed into a fiery rope, tightly binding the scarecrow.

Bind their bodies, imprison their souls.

After Lang Jiuchuan was bound, Abbot Xuan Neng changed his spell. He chanted the six-syllable mantra and struck the wooden fish in his hand with force.

The wind blows.

Something was rushing towards us from a thousand miles away, carrying endless resentment and malevolent energy.

Gong Qi's eyes were sharp, and he held the Soul-Locking Chain, ready to strike.

In an instant, a soul emanating black energy was brought before the altar. Before the others could react, it unleashed an immense aura of ferocity and lunged towards Lang Jiuchuan.

"You brat, you ruined my plans? Die!" Bian's resentment was so intense that his murderous aura soared to the sky, turning the Buddhist temple into a dark and gloomy place, as if the end of the world was approaching.

Abbot Xuan Neng remained unmoved, reciting the Diamond Sutra, the wooden fish in his hand making a continuous sound. The monks behind him also followed suit, chanting the Diamond Sutra in unison.

The incantations seemed to transform into golden Sanskrit characters, piercing through the ominous fog of evil spirits and leaving demons nowhere to hide.

Sure enough, the incantation, carrying boundless power, nearly caused Bian's soul to disintegrate.

The other side had come prepared and laid a trap to kill him here.

He immediately sensed something was wrong and turned to run away.

"Gong Qi".

The Crimson Flame Soul-Locking Chain in Gong Qi's hand shot out like a serpent, binding Bian's soul and preventing him from breaking free.

"You deserve to die!" Bian's eyes were bloodshot, and the black aura around his body grew stronger and stronger.

He was filled with hatred. His century-long plan had been ruined in an instant, and he was about to perish here. He refused to accept it!
The black aura emanating from Bian Zi's soul enveloped him completely.

Xuan Neng frowned. Was this a sign that he was about to fall into demonic possession?
Gong Qi made a hand seal and poured his Dao intent into the Soul-Locking Chain. The Soul-Locking Chain immediately burst forth with fierce flames, burning Bian's soul.

The black mist and the raging flames were locked in a fierce battle, which grew increasingly intense.

what happened?

Lang Jiuchuan said he had been attacked by a backlash; he is now only a soul, so how could he still have such power?

"Amitabha! Those who fall into demonic possession will never be redeemed. You wicked creature, why don't you let go of your obsession?" Abbot Xuan Neng suddenly stood up and rebuked him sternly.

What, you're going to become a demon?
Gong Qi sank, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. The chains burst open, and he broke free from the flames, floating in mid-air amidst soaring black mist.

"You ruined my plans, I'll kill you all." Cong Bian sneered, letting go of his obsession. His century-long plan had been ruined by these kids. Letting go? Bullshit!

One step at a time, he forced him to commit suicide and abandon his physical body. Then he used the Thousand-Mile Soul-Binding Technique to capture and kill his soul. And this old bald donkey still wants him to let go of his obsession.
Let go? He only wished he could slaughter them all, kill them and devour their souls!
Now that things have come to this, he fears he can no longer be reborn as the princess's unborn child. If he wants to exist in this world, there is only one way left.

He had fallen into demonic possession. This was the conclusion he reached after studying the treasures left behind by Kong Jin, a master of demonic cultivation. If Kong Jin could fall into demonic possession, why couldn't he?

Once he becomes a demon, he can also cultivate the demonic path. With his talent, he will surely become an ancestral demon, inspiring fear in the world.

He didn't want to become a demon; he wanted to protect the common people with righteousness. It was they who forced him into a desperate situation.

As Bian Yue thought, the black aura around him grew stronger and stronger, gradually turning dark red. He no longer preserved the remaining strength of his soul, but instead gambled everything he had cultivated over the past hundred years: his mental power, spiritual power, and soul power.

He used his mental power as a knife to carve demonic runes on his soul. With each rune he drew, he would recite a line from a demonic scripture and offer a portion of his soul as a sacrifice to the demon.

Everyone who saw this turned grim.

Abbot Xuan Neng hung the prayer beads around his neck and angrily rebuked, "You wicked child, so stubbornly unrepentant!"

He formed a mudra with his hands and murmured incantations. The merits he had accumulated over the years were transformed into the six-syllable mantra, which shone brightly and struck towards Cong Bian.

Gong Qi didn't hesitate any longer and threw the Five Thunder Talismans from his sleeve at Cong Bian as if they were free.

The intense energy carried by the lightning swept towards Cong Bian, and the Buddha's light made Cong Bian's soul semi-transparent, which made him hate even more and made him draw the demonic runes faster.

Demonic energy is gradually forming.

Those monks with shallow cultivation were incited and seduced by the demonic energy, and fell into chaos, attacking Abbot Xuan Neng and Gong Qi.

Gong Qi was extremely anxious and looked at Lang Jiuchuan. What was she doing?
Lang Jiuchuan and Cong Bian locked eyes. She saw the excitement and desire in his eyes; he wanted to devour her alive.

Judging from Bian's piercing gaze, this woman possessed an extraordinary soul. One of the conditions for becoming a demon was to devour living souls as fuel to forge an indestructible demonic body. Thus, the demonic flame would burn endlessly and could never be extinguished.

He wanted to devour her alive!

Lang Jiuchuan suddenly smiled at him, "Let's see who devours whom."
From Bian: "?"

Lang Jiuchuan flicked his wrist, and a small, dark black tower with purple hues appeared out of thin air in his hand, which he then hurled at him.

Bian was shocked. In that moment of distraction, the sword forged from his soul power turned to ashes and disappeared. The half-drawn demonic runes turned into a vicious beast that devoured him, gnawing at his soul.

This wasn't what he feared most; it was that small tower, which he felt posed a tremendous threat to.

As Bian turned to flee, the tower locked onto him. The lightning power emanating from the tower was like a giant net, binding him tightly within it, making it impossible for him to break free. Wherever the electric net touched, his soul felt as if it were being scorched by the fires of hell, causing him unbearable pain.

"No!"

The small tower suddenly closed its net, taking in Bian's semi-transparent soul.

As soon as Bian disappeared, the demonic energy in the Buddhist temple dissipated instantly, and all was calm.

Lang Jiuchuan held the small pagoda in his hand, and with a thought, he activated the array inside the pagoda used to suppress souls and exorcise evil, tightly binding Bian Si within it.

Bian screamed in agony.

Finished!

This word emerged from Bian's last consciousness.

This time it's truly over. It's not the same as the fake death of a hundred years ago, nor is it just the loss of the physical body. It's that the soul is no longer intact. Once the soul turns into nothingness, there will be no way to escape from this world.

"Wooden fish!" Lang Jiuchuan gritted his teeth and said, "Your weapon should be unsealed."