One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 15: Exorcism
The moonlight was sparse and faint, falling into the yard with a bit of obscurity, but it illuminated the two corpses on the ground. There were four monkeys lying on the ground in the room, with their brows burnt black.

Zhao Fuyun stood on the steps. The strange cries of monkeys and the whistles inside and outside the courtyard had disappeared. The disappearance of these sounds meant that everyone who entered was dead.

There was someone standing on the roof outside. He also saw that "Monkey Master" was unable to fully enter the house and fell to the ground. They saw the fire flicker, and Li Heipi trembled for a while and stopped moving.

Then he saw a Taoist priest walking out step by step and pulling out a thin needle from between his eyebrows.

At this moment, they felt that the man was so cruel that he killed several powerful people in their hearts in one night.

The person they needed to be respectful and fearful of could not even enter the house of this Tiandushan man. As soon as they entered, they died on the ground.

He was so cold-blooded that not even a strand of his hair was messy, and there wasn't a drop of blood on his body. When he pulled out the needle, he even wiped it with a handkerchief.

After that, he stood among the corpses, looking at the sky, and was too lazy to even look at the people he had killed on the ground.

As they watched this scene, they felt a surge of grief and indignation, as well as a chill in their hearts.

As young people, they actually didn't know exactly where Tiandu Mountain was, nor what kind of place it was. They just heard their elders talk about how great Tiandu Mountain was, but they couldn't explain it clearly.

Obviously, the elders in their family only knew that Tiandu Mountain was powerful, but they didn’t know how powerful it was.

Today, they met.

To Zhao Fuyun, these people's cultivation methods were very rough, and their magic was not sophisticated at all. In Zhao Fuyun's eyes, even if they had the same magic power, he could easily fight and kill them.

Beneath their rough practice methods and spells are even rougher applications of spells.
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Yin Wushou stood there with a very unhappy look on his face. He was in a dilemma for a moment. Although Ma Wulang, You Lingpo and Li Heipi all went to the courtyard on their own initiative, they did not necessarily have much relationship with each other, and even had disputes.

But for so many years, we have all been together in this foggy swamp. Seeing him die now, even a fox would feel sad when a rabbit dies, let alone a human.

He felt everyone's emotions.

In his heart, the people of Wuze County have always been wild. When outsiders come here, they never submit and often fight with outsiders for life and death. They have never been cowardly. There is always a kind of viciousness, arrogance, or viciousness in their eyes. They never take life and death to heart. They are arrogant and look down on outsiders as nothing.

I have a feeling that no matter where the opponent comes from, when he comes to me, he will be like a dragon coiled up and a tiger lying down. If anyone dares to hum a few more times, I will let them know the horror of insects.

And now, Yin Wushou felt that the morale of these young people seemed to be shattered at this moment.

It's like a bubble being punctured by a needle, and the air inside dissipates.

Just then, a voice was heard in the distance. It was a hoarse voice of a man.

"We, the Wuze people, drink the water of the Jiuqu Wu River. We have been raising insects and feeding ourselves since childhood. We are not protected by noble families and do not care about the changes in the world. We just live our own lives. But it is not possible. There are always outsiders coming here, wanting us, the Wuze people, to surrender and want us to kneel down."

Yin Wushou turned around and saw a tall old man walking towards him under the moonlight. His hair was gray and he was wearing a white linen robe. When the wind blew, a pair of legs were revealed from under the robe, and he was wearing a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

Wu Ze has been in a hot and humid environment for a long time, so the people here wear cool clothes, which gives off a wild vibe.

"Yin Wushou, so many of us from Wuze died here, and you just stood there and did nothing?"

Yin Wushou opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

This person is older than him in generation, named Tang Ye. Many people call him Master Tang, or Ghost Master.

Because he has raised countless ghosts in his life, others would have to devote their whole heart and be cautious if they wanted to raise one, but he could raise one easily.

He also likes to support his juniors, and if they like him, he will give them a "ghost".

He had been guarding that cave before, and the ghost that Zhao Fuyun killed was his.

As he arrived, the people who had been hiding in the darkness came out one by one. The street was crowded with people who had been hiding in the dark before and did not approach.

"People of Wuze can die, but they cannot be without bones."

With just this one sentence, everyone present seemed to have gained strength, and a sense of urgency surged in their hearts.

"Master Tang, we will do whatever you say!"

"Yeah, so what about Tiandu Mountain? Let's just wait and see how Tiandu Mountain kills all of us."

"Tiandu Mountain claims to be a famous and upright sect, but could it be that they kill people indiscriminately and rob others of their things like this?" someone said in the darkness.

Zhao Fuyun was standing on the steps in the yard. Their voices were outside and very loud, so he could hear them clearly.

He felt that there were some things that needed to be made clear: it was not that he wanted to kill them, but that they came in first to kill him.

Moreover, these people killed the previous teacher first.

Zhao Fuyun took out a cut paper figure from his sleeve and waved it into the air. The paper was covered with light and a person appeared out of the light.

The 'paper man' came to the gate and squeezed out through the crack.

Then he saw a sinister person. This person looked refreshing at first glance, but Zhao Fuyun felt that his evil nature had penetrated into his bones.

"He built the foundation of Taoism with Yin ghosts!" Zhao Fuyun understood immediately.

"Everyone!" Zhao Fuyun said, "I wonder if we can talk about it..."

Zhao Fuyun knew in his heart that it would be difficult to resolve the situation peacefully. After all, he had already killed so many people. It was okay before because he killed the strong ones among them and broke their spirits, making them feel like retreating.

But when this person came, he aroused the "spirit" of these people. He believed that as long as this person shouted to attack the courtyard, these people would definitely not hesitate.

So he had to come out to talk. Even if he couldn't end the fight, at least he could delay it for a while.

"You killed so many of my Wu Ze people, what else is there to say? Just wait for death!" Tang Ye said angrily, and while he spoke, his eyes were spinning like black whirlpools.

The little bit of mysterious light he placed in the paper man was instantly swallowed by the black vortex, and the paper man instantly turned into a piece of paper and fell to the ground. Moreover, the black vortex actually attacked his body.

He stood there, but felt that there was a pair of gloomy eyes staring at him through the void. Those black eyes seemed to have endless magic, which was awe-inspiring.

Without any hesitation, he immediately visualized the Red Flame God. Soon his eyes changed, as if flames were surging from the bottom of his eyes, instantly pushing away the terrifying darkness, and the flames burned towards the pair of black eyes, which quickly faded.

Zhao Fuyun frowned slightly, he knew that this was the magic of 'Master Tang', which had the ability to frighten people's souls, but what surprised him even more was that the other party's eyes were evil but not cold, and there was a hint of anger in them.

Judging from the other party's attitude, he had obviously made up his mind not to let him live. Zhao Fuyun turned around and went back into the house, took out his bag, took out things that might be useful, and placed them on the table.

At this time, the "Master Tang" outside was still saying, "If we want others to look up to us, we must first strive to be good. Are you scared of a mere disciple from the lower courtyard of Tiandu Mountain? Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! ..."

"Okay, since you are not afraid, then rush into this yard, kill the person inside, and take his body to feed your insects." Master Tang said loudly.

In those dark alleys, many people responded loudly.

Especially Miss Han, she untied the insect bag, and a group of light golden insects flew out. Other people hiding in the dark also released their own flying insects.

Snakes, centipedes and other poisonous insects also climbed up the courtyard wall.

Yin Wushou didn't say anything at this time, but shook the bell in his hand, and then the tall "corpse puppet" that had been standing still behind him moved.

The 'corpse puppet' came to the door and slammed it hard, and the door shattered.

When Zhao Fuyun saw this scene, he wanted to leave, but he felt that he had to fight no matter what. This was the Taoist temple he had built, with "Chijun" behind him and the Seven Star Lamp Array. So what if the other side had more people?
The first batch of insects flew in, and he made a point with his fingers, and each insect burned in the flames.

But there were some pale golden insects among them, and they were not very afraid of the flames.

Zhao Fuyun waved his hand, and more than ten fire needles flew out and pierced the insects that were not afraid of fire.

Miss Han outside turned pale and was extremely heartbroken. She had spent a lot of effort to raise these gold-eating bugs, and there were only about twenty of them in total.

The gold-eating beetle is not afraid of water, fire, or weapons. It was once hit by a knife and just fell to the ground, but soon flew up again.

However, this time she couldn't block the opponent's needle, which made it a little hard for her to accept.

The corpse puppet had already rushed in, and Zhao Fuyun had already recited the Red Flame Divine Spell.

The flames in the room surged, and the majestic incantations flew in the room along with the flames. Zhao Fuyun stood there, emitting divine power. People outside saw him standing there, as if he was covered with golden flames, and they actually felt as if they could not look directly at him. When they looked at him, they felt fear in their hearts.

Yin Wushou rang the corpse-serving bell, and the sound of the bells was as dense as a sudden rain.

The corpse puppet growled and rushed into the house with a stench of decay.

"Burn, kill..."

Zhao Fuyun shouted twice in succession, and his fingers stretched out like knives and swung down on the corpse puppet. The black air surging on the corpse puppet was broken, and the flames seemed to attach to its body and burn, but the black air rolled back and extinguished the flames.

At this moment, a red light passed through the void and hit the corpse puppet's forehead.

The black energy on the corpse puppet was unable to block the needle at all.

The moment the needle pierced his forehead, Yin Wushou behind him felt that his control over the corpse puppet was rapidly dissipating.

"burn!"

There was a slight flicker of fire under the needle, and the flame appeared between the eyebrows of the corpse puppet, flickering and spreading. The corpse puppet seemed to be in extreme pain and made strange cries. Yin Wushou was unable to control it anymore.

He felt extremely aggrieved at this moment because he felt that Zhao Fuyun from Tiandu Mountain did not actually have many mysterious magic skills.

After watching for so long, he only went back and forth like this a few times.

An unknown 'fire spell' that can burn a person inside and out.

One is the art of controlling needles. The needles are attached with the power of "divine fire". The damage caused by the needles is actually mainly due to the power of the divine fire attached to them.

Therefore, in his opinion, the magic spells that Zhao Fuyun knew were very simple.

But even with such a simple attack, he couldn't stop it at all. Once the opponent's flames rose and the needle fell, everything was over.

Yin Wushou seemed to have seen death. He shook the corpse-serving bell hard, letting the corpse puppet rush into the house, while he himself stepped back, trying to get away.

As Zhao Fuyun waved his hand, the flames pounced on the corpse puppet, and the corpse puppet instantly caught fire.
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When Yin Wushou drove the corpse puppet into the yard, a smile appeared on Tang Ye's lips.

He saw the great battle that broke out in an instant, and he knew that his chance had come.

He obtained a secret book of martial arts, a book called "The Art of Raising the Fire Nightmare Demon", and you can tell what kind of book it is just by the name.

The secret book clearly states that if one wants to cultivate a fire nightmare, one needs to use the resentful spirits that died in fire to cultivate a 'fire ghost', and then use the fire ghost to devour the fire soul, which can transform the fire ghost into a fire nightmare.

He had been looking for that kind of fire soul. After discovering Zhao Fuyun, he felt that Zhao Fuyun's soul must be suitable since he was immersed in the will of the Red Lord during his practice.

He decided to let his fire ghost devour Zhao Fuyun's soul and then leave.

Because people from Tiandu Mountain were coming, no matter what the final result was, he had no room to intervene. He felt that Tiandu Mountain had ruined his chance, so it was only natural for him to take something from the disciples of Tiandu Mountain.

Now, this disciple from Tiandu Mountain has been entangled, and this is the opportunity.

(End of this chapter)