The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 282 As venomous as a snake, he's finished!
Lang Jiuchuan witnessed the power of the two-headed golden-scaled snake of the spirit witch and thought that the natal Gu was indeed extraordinary. The poisonous mist alone could corrode the wall. If it fell on a person, how could they survive?

Fortunately, I had prepared the technique of teleportation to guard against the dangers, otherwise I would have become a pool of blood by now.
She raised her vigilance and caution to the highest level, and used her mind to condense a stream of energy to envelop her body, so as not to come into contact with the poisonous fog and turn into blood. At the same time, her talisman pen transformed into a sword blade, and she summoned the gods.

The powerful force capable of slaying all evil spirits was unleashed from the blade, and with a single strike, the red snake's head was severed.

The golden-scaled snake writhed and twisted in mid-air in agony, emitting a piercing, sharp cry that was deceptive to the mind. Poisonous mist spewed continuously from its mouth, afflicting the entire house with a sizzling, corrosive effect.

After she severed one of the snake's heads, the spirit witch, who shared a life with the two-headed snake, spat out a mouthful of black blood. Her face, which was originally only twelve or thirteen years old, began to change and rapidly aged.

The spirit witch clutched her head and screamed; her soul was in so much pain, it hurt so much.

She raised her head, her eyes turning bloodshot, like a snake's eyes, sinister and menacing, and shrieked, "You dare to cut off my golden-scaled head? I'll turn you into a human pig and make you wish you were dead..."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Lang Jiuchuan swung his sword, then spun around, the blade flashing towards her: "Heavenly Gang Suppresses Evil."

The golden-scaled snake was shocked. It coiled around the spirit witch to avoid the sword strike. At the same time, it lashed out with its tail, causing several cracks to appear in the wall, tiles to fall, and wooden beams to tilt.

The spirit witch screamed in hatred. Since she had refined the Golden Scale Natal Gu, she had never suffered such a great loss. Now, after repeated defeats, she felt extremely humiliated.

She bit her tongue and spat a mouthful of blood mist onto the remaining head of the golden-scaled two-headed snake, where a huge fleshy tumor bulged, as if countless snake eggs were waiting to hatch inside.

As the blood mist touched the tumor, sure enough, countless small golden-red snakes flew out of it, like a school of fish, densely packed, flicking their tongues as they shot towards Langjiuchuan.

Lang Jiuchuan put away the talisman brush, formed a hand seal, took the Emperor Bell from his waist, and gave it a shake.

Om.

Countless golden seal characters appeared from mid-air, pressing down on the small snakes.

Swish swish.

The little snake was struck by the golden light and turned to ash, falling down.

The golden-scaled snake, in pain, twisted and rolled its body, its golden eyes turning into vertical pupils, and golden magma seemed to be slowly solidifying within them.

The spirit witch caught in its coils wasn't much better off. She was just a mortal, and as she was being tossed around like this, her small body creaked and cracked. Furthermore, because the golden-scaled snake had lost a head and injured her soul, her face was ashen, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on Lang Jiuchuan, as if she wanted to devour his flesh and drink his blood.

When Lang Jiuchuan saw the golden magma within the Golden Scale Serpent's vertical pupils, a chill ran down his spine, and his soul trembled slightly.

The golden magma in the eyes of this golden-scaled snake could bewitch people's minds, and being swept by its gaze made one feel as if they were being burned by fire; its power was extraordinary.

Recalling what the spirit shaman had said about the Corpse-Rotting Gu, which only becomes a king by devouring souls, could the True Life Gu, which has been refined to such power, have also been formed by devouring someone's soul?
And this person's soul must be very strong!
Lang Jiuchuan became secretly vigilant, and his power surged forth from within the Emperor Bell. The combined Buddhist and Taoist mantras spread throughout the room like a golden net.

Her face was deathly pale, but she dared not show the slightest sign of relaxation.

The golden-scaled serpent finally erupted into a riot.

Its vertical pupils glared, and the golden magma in its eyes transformed into a thick golden mist, spraying towards Langjiu River like a slurry.

Lang Jiuchuan's pupils constricted, and she felt as if her skin was about to crack. Her face was grim. She tossed the Emperor Bell in her hand, quickly formed hand seals, and shouted, "Summon heavenly thunder to slay demons and evil spirits! The bell tolls, the five thunderbolts arrive! This disciple instigates the Heavenly Venerable to obey the law and slay evil!"

A hand seal disappeared into the void.

In the sky, within the thick, dark clouds, flashes of lightning could be seen.

The spirit witch's hair stood on end. Already in trouble, she flicked her wrist and slapped her chest, trying to shrink the golden-scaled snake, now the size of an adult, back into a smaller one. But it was too late. Just as the golden-scaled snake shrank, a bolt of extremely powerful and yang energy pierced through the roof and struck down. The arm-thick bolt of purple lightning struck the golden-scaled snake's remaining head, and both it and the spirit witch let out a piercing scream.

Don't miss out.

Lang Jiuchuan summoned the talismanic brush blade again, and with a swift stroke, chopped off the snake's head, simultaneously unleashing a powerful fire talisman.

boom.

The headless golden-scaled snake had shrunk and fallen to the ground, emitting a piercing hiss.

The spirit witch, caught in its grip, fell heavily to the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of dark blood. Her skin wrinkled rapidly, aging quickly until she resembled an old woman, her skin crumpled and her eyes becoming cloudy.

The golden-scaled snake shrank smaller and smaller. Without hesitation, Lang Jiuchuan threw another talisman at it and said, "You like playing with snakes so much, you are quite a match for the phrase 'as venomous as a snake and scorpion.' However, you're useless now."

With her natal Gu gone, the spirit witch was in excruciating pain. She crushed the red bone bracelet on her wrist and threw it at Lang Jiuchuan. She then endured the excruciating pain from the paper doll scratching her legs and staggered out.

Keeping the green hills, you don’t have to worry about having no firewood.

She threw out the bone bracelet, from which several venomous scorpions, gleaming with a cold light, flew out. Their finger-length stingers shot out venom. Lang Jiuchuan stepped forward with a powerful movement, and with a flick of his sleeve, a series of intents were unleashed like a swift wind.

sizzle.

The smell of barbecue wafted through the air.

The scorpions, scorched by the fire, fell to the ground.

The spirit witch ran out of the house and rushed out of the courtyard gate, but was stunned.

What happened? Didn't she go out?

She bit her tongue and ran out again, but quickly her face darkened.

What a profound thought! That little girl had already set up a formation in this courtyard. She's going to be defeated here today.

Suddenly, the spirit witch tensed up as a fierce killing intent pressed in from behind her. As soon as she turned around, the killing intent pierced straight into her divine palace.

Amidst the clash of swords and the roar of horses, blood mist soared into the sky, and a chilling aura filled the air. Countless screams and wails churned within her divine abode; the pain was excruciating.

She saw countless wronged souls reaching out to her, trying to tear her to pieces, grab her tightly, and drag her into the blood-soaked abyss of hell.

The boundless sea of ​​blood contained not only countless souls but also countless poisonous creatures, corroding her internal organs and gnawing at her soul. Suddenly, flames appeared in the sea of ​​blood, growing larger and larger until they completely surrounded her.

Being scorched by raging fire is something no human can endure.

The witch screamed in agony; her life was rapidly slipping away, and her soul was being torn apart.

The spirit witch was in so much pain she couldn't even groan. Her whole body trembled like a leaf, and her eyelids quivered as she watched the blood in the sea of ​​blood slowly congeal into a blood-soaked figure. The figure approached her, stretched out its hand, and smiled: "Retribution is swift."

The sorceress cried out, "Master..."

The backlash has arrived.

How do you write like this? When you're writing, your mind is like watching a TV drama, and you type out the words as you go. Ah, wouldn't it be great if you could just stare at the screen and write without handwriting? Voice? No way, super awkward, stuttering and slow! Asking someone who speaks a broad spectrum to speak is too much of a challenge; I'm terrible at reading "clothing factory" as "record a scene"! Laugh!