I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 325 Human Competitiveness
Feng Xue's appearance seemed to give the Yamata no Orochi a target. A crimson column of water spewed from its mouth. Although it was just water, it was mixed with the complex power of the Dragon King, the multi-headed serpent, the Yamata no Orochi, the God of Calamity, floods, and deadly poison. Anyone who touched it would suffer from festering sores all over their body.

Fortunately, Feng Xue was a web novel writer in her previous life, and the Yamata no Orochi was basically a boss-level existence that everyone had to fight in Japan, so she naturally had a plan. She calmly cast a poison-repelling spell on herself, and as her magic power surged, Mo Ying had already moved dozens of meters away with her.

This distance of only half a body length for the Yamata no Orochi was enough to avoid the eight crisscrossing water columns. It wasn't that he was showing off and didn't want to dodge too far; it was just that if he dodged too far, the snake would start running towards him recklessly again, which would easily trigger the question of "why is he attacking you instead of others?"

"Fellow Daoist Feng, be careful! Your previous lightning technique posed a threat to it, but now it sees you as a priority over achieving its obsession (Note ①)!"

Just as Feng Xue was struggling with how to avoid this problem, the voice of the owner of Moyuxuan came over. For Feng Xue, these words were like a pillow sent to a sleepy person, and she finally understood the meaning of the divination that she should rely on righteous cultivators.

He immediately said:
"That's perfect. I'll draw its attention, and you fellow cultivators can prepare to cast your spells!"

After saying that, Feng Xue put one hand into her pocket, took out a jade talisman from her Hutian Bag, poured her magic power into it, and formed a sword with her exposed hand. She then transformed into a streak of azure sword light and soared into the sky.

Regardless of the power of player-type spells, their appearance is absolutely top-notch. This move of transforming into a sword light is especially impressive, making all the cultivators overlook the fact that the spell's essence is not even as fast as ghost-riding flight (having a spirit carry you to fly).

The sword light rose and began to rotate around the head of the Yamata no Orochi. The serpent's head, which was a mixture of dragon-like features and had grown dragon horns and whiskers, looked particularly ferocious.

Don't underestimate the Japanese just because they set off a big firecracker. In this year of Jia Chen, just as the year of Yi Si was about to begin, the appearance of the Yamata no Orochi perfectly matched the year-end transition of "using a snake to replace a dragon". It also absorbed the accumulated power of the Dragon King Temple over the years. If left unchecked, it might really break free from its original form and differentiate into a new form like the little bell.

This eight-headed serpent was closer to a spirit, and naturally possessed some subjective initiative. It was naturally unwilling to let go of this opportunity for transformation, but there was no illusory dragon king in the Dragon King Temple after all, and swallowing some of the accumulated vows of believers was obviously not enough.

But the appearance of King Ghidorah gave it another path, one that was far more in line with its direction of becoming a dragon than the real Dragon King, and a perfect vessel that combined many images such as snake, dragon, disaster, and destruction.

Just eat it!
We have to eat it!
The rust-red color on the body of the Yamata no Orochi, resembling rotting flesh, began to surge and converge, eventually transforming its thickest and longest tail into the color of reddish iron. With a sudden flick, it resembled a sharp sword gleaming with metallic luster, piercing straight towards the sword light that Feng Xue had transformed into.

Feng Xue had practiced her sword-fighting skills extensively in the game world. With a flick of her sword, she grazed the snake's tail and turned away, while simultaneously trying to lure the Yamata no Orochi into attacking, just like in many anime, and tie its head and tail into a knot.

However, although Yamata no Orochi appears to be a giant serpent, it is actually formed from intangible substances such as water and willpower. When it attacks, it is naturally as solid as steel, but when it coils and knots, it simply causes the water to surge and then returns to normal.

"Cheating!"

Feng Xue rolled her eyes, but didn't confront him directly. Instead, she circled the snake's tail in a figure-eight pattern, causing the giant snake to move slightly away from the altar formation without escaping its attack range. After several minutes of this entanglement, Feng Xue herself didn't feel much depletion of her magical power, but the cultivators below began to worry.

"Fellow Daoist Feng has not yet entered the Dao. Using this sword light escape technique will inevitably cause him great losses. Everyone, we must finish this battle quickly!"

"Then let's use the relay method!"

One of the monks nodded and took the lead in setting up an altar and performing rituals.

The so-called relay method is a technique that is generally used in large-scale religious ceremonies and blessing activities. It is not that it can only be used for blessing, but because in actual combat, there is generally no opportunity to create so many people to perform the spell in turn.

However, Feng Xue has now successfully drawn out the hatred, allowing many cultivators to truly use this technique, which they usually only used as a ceremonial weapon, in battle.

Streams of magical power are transformed into spells through the altar, but these spells are incomplete. As soon as they are released, they immediately disperse. However, as soon as the first spell disperses, a new cultivator will take over the ritual, continue to manipulate the incomplete spell, and mix his own magical power into it.

Through this relay, each person can incorporate their most proficient magical skills, and as the process continues, the magical power contained within the spell will further increase.

There wasn't time to discuss the rituals, but since the target was spirits, ghosts, demons, or gods, we would use the basic rituals of the Soul-Suppressing Incantation and the Demon-Subduing Incantation as a framework, and then fill in various kinds of knowledge within them.

This is a ritual that tests one's performance on the spot and understanding of magic. Those present are either independent practitioners who can hold their own in a place like the port city full of famous sects, or they are orthodox disciples from famous sects who came from the ritual of sending away poverty. Each of them has their own unique skills, and their fighting spirit and patience are amazing!
As the city's preparations continued, more and more cultivators arrived. Seeing the scene, they understood what was happening and enthusiastically joined in.

Add some points to suppress ghosts, add some points to exorcise evil spirits, and since there's not much else to add, I simply compressed the magic power to concentrate and purify it.

It's common knowledge that humans have a competitive spirit ingrained in their DNA, especially since everyone present is a prominent figure. As the spell is passed down, its nature begins to change. As the saying goes, there is no first place in literature but there is a second in martial arts, and the cultivation world, which emphasizes inheritance, is no exception. This ritual, which tests everyone's understanding of spells and, to put it more deeply, the depth of their inheritance, will be ridiculed if it doesn't undergo some changes when it passes through someone's hands!
However, this doesn't mean that these cultivators forgot about Feng Xue. Rather, it was precisely because of this competition and the desire to show off their abilities that this messy composite spell truly gained the blessing of "gathering the power of the masses," rather than being just some strange thing that seemed to be mixed together and shaken to be called a mixture.

As the magical light grew stronger, Feng Xueguang felt sweat pouring down his body, even as he flew.

"Do you bunch of bastards even know what kind of crap you're making?"

(End of this chapter)