The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 209 A Century of Planning, All for naught

Your weapon is ready to be unsealed!

As the saying goes, jade cannot become a useful object without being polished. Similarly, the small nine-tiered pagoda, once it has become a useful object, must also play its wonderful role. Like a sharp sword, it must kill and drink blood again and again before it can reveal its sharpness and become more menacing.

After the Little Nine Towers were completed, Lang Jiuchuan only used them to nourish his soul and practice Taoism. He never tried its other wonderful use of suppressing souls and eliminating evil.

Right now, this has become the first evil in her Little Nine Towers, and he should be eliminated.

The wooden fish naturally understood the reason. As a weapon spirit, if it wanted to be sharper and more powerful, it would naturally have to fight alongside its master. Therefore, without Lang Jiuchuan's command, it had already spread its spiritual power as a weapon spirit, making the Little Nine Tower even more ferocious.

Such evil spirits, if left to fend for themselves, will only bring chaos and harm to the world. It would be better to leave them here and let them become fertilizer for the Little Nine Towers' Evil-Slaying Array.

On the day the Daoist patterns were engraved in Langjiuchuan, when the Little Nine Pagoda underwent its tribulation, Master Luole's relics also transformed into Buddhist and Daoist intent within the pagoda and fell into the array patterns. Once the Demon-Slaying Array was activated, the powerful forces from both the Buddhist and Daoist sects would instantly annihilate Bian.

This formation transformed into a sea of ​​hellish blades, peeling away and thinning his soul layer by layer, until it went from transparent to nothingness.

Bian's screams, which had been shrill, grew weaker. He let out a mournful cry, and the image of the unborn child in Princess Chao'an's womb, far away at the Deadly Ridge, flashed through his mind. A century of planning had come to naught at the last moment. He was unwilling to accept it!

boom.

Suddenly, a brilliant golden light shone from within the formation, illuminating the almost invisible, transparent soul, which then transformed into specks of light that fell into the formation's patterns.

Seeing the even stronger aura of malevolent energy emanating from the array patterns, Mu Yu was completely satisfied and revealed a contented smile.

The more ferocious the evil spirit, the more righteous the exorcising formation becomes once it is slain here.

This is the principle of becoming stronger when facing stronger opponents; the strength of the Little Nine Towers is simply its strength.

With Bian's soul completely annihilated, Lang Jiuchuan's spiritual power collapsed, his small face turned pale, and his hands holding the little nine towers trembled slightly.

Having used her cultivation to fight Cong Bian, her physical and mental strength was completely depleted, and she could no longer stand, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

But she was overjoyed, because the most difficult person to deal with had been eliminated. The only one left to worry about was the zombie, but since the zombie had not been guided or instructed by Bian, it was unknown whether it could be successfully reincarnated.

Regardless, without the one in charge, the rest are just a rabble. There are still many of them, and they will eventually be able to capture and exterminate the zombies.

If they can't, then they're useless!
"Still looking beautiful? Gong Qi is practically staring a hole through Little Nine Tower!" Jiang Che shouted into her mind.

Lang Jiuchuan snapped out of his daze, turned his head, and sure enough, saw Gong Qi staring intently at the Little Nine Towers, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

“This tower…” Gong Qi walked over, squatted down to pick it up, and said, “It looks familiar. I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before.”

The lost Seven Star Vajra Pagoda of the Feng family looks like this.

Lang Jiuchuan dodged his hand and said, "You must have seen it in your dream. This tower was forged by my master, and I personally tempered it with lightning. How could you have seen it before?"

"Really?" Gong Qi glanced at her sideways: "The Feng family of the Xuan clan also has a tower that is almost exactly the same as this one, called the Seven Star Vajra Tower. What is yours called?"

"The Nine-Story Gang Pagoda is named after one character from my name, and is also known as the Little Nine-Story Pagoda." Lang Jiuchuan held up the Little Nine-Story Pagoda: "See the purple on the pagoda? That's the power of lightning. Is that Seven-Star Vajra Pagoda as powerful as this? Touch it and see."

Gong Qi touched it, and his hand felt slightly numb and painful; it was indeed the power of lightning. His doubts vanished, but not entirely, because it really did resemble the Seven Star Vajra Pagoda of the Feng family.

"Where is Cong Bian's soul?" Gong Qi recalled that Cong Bian disappeared as soon as the Little Nine Towers appeared, and couldn't help but wonder if it was related to the towers.

Lang Jiuchuan said smugly, "My Little Nine Towers are a treasure. Once they are unleashed, where can Bian escape to? He will surely be crushed!"

Gong Qi raised an eyebrow and said, "Ninth Miss always said that she only knew a little bit, but now it seems that she was really modest."

"Amitabha, female benefactor, your kindness is immeasurable." Abbot Xuan Neng had walked over at some point and nodded to her with a smile.

Lang Jiuchuan put away the small nine-tower, stood up and returned the greeting, and said humbly, "Great Master, this matter of eliminating evil and upholding justice is far from my own achievement. It was only with the help of the Master and my fellow disciples that we were able to kill this karmic hindrance from Cong Bian."

Cultivation is not easy, and it is even more difficult to accumulate merit. Xuan Neng and the others also made great efforts. Even if they were not as powerful as those Taoist monks and Buddhist monks with boundless Buddhist and Taoist cultivation, they had a compassionate heart for all living beings, and they did not care at all if their souls were damaged for this.

Lang Jiuchuan saw that the monks affected by the demonic energy were still somewhat dazed, and the abbot was even paler with a trace of crimson blood at the corner of his mouth. He bowed again and said, "Your merits are immeasurable."

Abbot Xuan Neng returned the greeting with his hands clasped together, frowning as he said, "This old monk observes that someone from Bianjing has actually entered the realm of demonic possession, and that demonic scriptures still exist in the world. I wonder where they are now. If those with ulterior motives were to find out, I fear that even more people would take the wrong path, willingly falling into the demonic path for the sake of supreme cultivation. Once a demon is born here, it will be a catastrophe for humanity. If there truly are demonic scriptures, they should be destroyed."

Lang Jiuchuan looked at Gong Qi: "That's right. We still need to rely on the Xuan Clan to thoroughly investigate this matter. After all, the Xuan Clan has a transcendent status. What do you think, Daoist Gong?"

Gong Qi was still thinking about the little nine-tower in her hand when, suddenly, she was placed on the pile of firewood, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

We were just fighting evil together, how come the fire has spread to him in the blink of an eye?
Gong Qi's mind raced. He said, "If a demon emerges, the world will be in chaos. Not only should the Xuan Clan be vigilant and investigate carefully, but the Buddhist and Taoist sects cannot ignore it either. What does the abbot see?"

"I wholeheartedly agree." Abbot Xuan Neng nodded, his body swaying slightly.

Seeing this, Lang Jiuchuan was about to advise him to rest when he suddenly felt a warmth in his mind, as if his soul had been soothed, and the mental energy he had just consumed seemed to be returning.

Is this a meritorious deed?

She looked at Gong Qi, who also found it very strange and delightful, and asked, "Is this the merit entering the spiritual platform?"

The abbot, Xuan Neng, with a kind and gentle expression, clasped his hands together as if sighing, saying, "Amitabha, the Buddha is merciful." He looked at Lang Jiuchuan and Gong Qi and said, "It is a blessing for all living beings to have met you, my humble Daoist."

Gong Qi returned the greeting haphazardly, laughing like a complete idiot.

Lang Jiuchuan shook his head, looked up at the sky, and said in a deep voice, "We should go to the Deadly Post."

"Deadly Post?" Gong Qi asked in surprise, "What kind of place is that?"

Inside the Little Nine Pagoda, Lang Jiuchuan glimpsed Bian's last thoughts: the Deadly Ridge and the unborn child of Princess Chao'an. It seems that this grand plan, which would last for centuries, ultimately became his obsession and regret that left him unable to rest in peace.

Gong Qi looked at the completely dark sky and said, "There's only one day left."

“Amitabha, Benefactor Gong, something has been found in the Zen temple where Princess Chao’an resides. We request that you go and take a look.” A monk hurriedly came to report.

Gong Qiyi and Lang Jiuchuan exchanged a glance. Found it?
Today we really have to climb the mountain to find my great-grandfather!