The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

He wanted to use the paper figures to merge, but he was terrified by the pain the paper figures were experiencing, so he hesitated for a moment. It was this moment of hesitation that caused him to hesitate.

The old Onmyoji, whose two major techniques had been rendered useless, was directly entangled and bound by the dragon's shadow.

A triangular talisman appeared in Zhou Ming's hand, and he instantly slapped it onto the old Yin-Yang Master's head.

The old Japanese man, observing the monks through two talismans with eyes drawn on them, suddenly changed his expression, never expecting the situation to change so quickly.

The barrier, which was clearly still unable to break through, suddenly crumbled into pieces in the blink of an eye.

His expression changed in an instant, and then the old man said with extremely fierce eyes, "Fire!"

The Japanese artillery battalion commander next to him received the order, ignored the expression on the other old samurai's face, and immediately ordered the troops to open fire.

Chapter 78 The Harvest of the Three 'Spirits'

"Boom boom boom!"

The distant artillery fire instantly alerted Zhou Ming, and his pupils contracted as he looked over.

An artillery battalion in the distance had subtly changed direction and was firing directly at this location.

Shells flew rapidly through the air, their target being right here.

Zhou Ming felt a chill run down his spine; he hadn't expected these Japanese devils to be so ruthless!

"Remove the shikigami." As Zhou Ming spoke, he grabbed the old Onmyoji's clothes and pulled him up.

The flames on the three shikigami quickly disappeared, and the old Onmyoji then withdrew them.

"Boom!"

A shell landed nearby and exploded instantly, the powerful shockwave capable of killing an ordinary person.

Two Blood Soul swords flew out and instantly struck two cannonballs that were landing near Zhou Ming.

A massive explosion erupted in the air, blasting the two Blood Soul swords away.

A buzzing sound emanated from the vibrating Blood Soul Blade.

The Japanese soldiers on the surrounding positions had retreated at some point. When Zhou Ming first noticed this, he thought that the other side was trying to prevent him from accidentally injuring the Japanese soldiers in the battle with his shikigami.

I never expected them to be so ruthless, using this old Yin-Yang Master as bait.

"This guy is a big shot, how could they possibly sacrifice him as a trap?" Zhou Ming wondered.

This is purely because Zhou Ming doesn't understand how much the Japanese hate him. Not to mention the delays in the battle and the loss of nearly a regiment, the Japanese soldiers that Zhou Ming either killed or captured had already caused heavy losses to the Japanese military.

These superhumans are all people trained by the military or who joined early on, unlike the Hieiyama ninja who joined halfway and whose deaths are not a big deal.

"Ding!" A crisp sound came from behind.

Zhou Ming's face was tense, his teeth were clenched, and he endured the pain coming through his mind as he quickly moved forward towards the adjacent position.

Behind them, a blood soul was broken in two and was rapidly losing its color.

Sparks of crimson light flew out, converging into a stream of light that flew back into Zhou Ming's body.

The severed blood soul quickly turned the color of white bones, crashed to the ground, and shattered into pieces.

The other Blood Soul weapon was still flying in the sky, attacking all the shells that were about to land near Zhou Ming.

This Blood Soul is the first Blood Soul. It has killed many people and absorbed a lot of life force and blood, making it even more resilient.

"Da da da!"

A gunshot rang out, and flames roared from the camp ahead.

A large amount of bloodthirsty power erupted from Zhou Ming's body, enveloping his entire body and blocking the bullets like a torch.

The galloping Red Hare was incredibly fast, rushing into the battle formation in just a few seconds. Then, Zhou Ming withdrew all his power, disappearing as if in an instant, and the surroundings went dark.

The artillery fire finally stopped, and Zhou Ming hid in a pile of ruins, breathing heavily.

With the bloodthirsty energy largely depleted, the Blood Soul weapon lost its body, and Zhou Ming was shot through the left abdomen, bleeding continuously.

Reaching into the wound on his right shoulder, Zhou Ming expressionlessly pulled out a deformed bullet.

The azure flames burned gently, igniting the bloodstains on his hands and the bullets.

Zhou Ming pulled the old Yin-Yang Master he was holding in front of him and looked at the old Yin-Yang Master who was riddled with bullets and on the verge of death.

"Old man, give me all your shikigami," Zhou Ming said coldly.

If it weren't for the old man's shikigami delaying him for a moment, Zhou Ming would never have suffered such a heavy loss.

"Yes, Master," the old Onmyoji said with a fanatical expression.

Then, he immediately formed a hand seal, and after a series of changes, strands of light merged into the three exquisite paper figures.

The three paper figures were gradually enveloped by dense Qi, and then the old Onmyoji relinquished control of the three shikigami, turning them back into ownerless objects.

As long as you refine them according to the Onmyoji tradition, you can immediately inherit these three shikigami.

This is precisely the fundamental difference between shikigami that are subdued by powerful demons and those that are synthesized.

Zhou Ming grabbed the three paper figures and chopped off one of the legs of the weakened old Yin-Yang Master with a single stroke.

Then, the Blood Soul pierced through the old Yin-Yang Master's chest, and the life force of the blood continuously surged into the Blood Soul. The transformed pure energy and 12% pure life force flowed into Zhou Ming's body.

Like a sweet spring flowing into the body, a gentle coolness seeps into the heart and spreads throughout the body, completely soothing the pain in the abdomen.

The minor internal injuries caused by the shockwave were quickly repaired, and the crack in the left scapula continued to heal.

The last two bullet wounds gradually scabbed over and fell away, leaving no trace.

Zhou Ming stood up, let out a long sigh of relief, and his first thought was about the Triple Rebirth.

"I'm still not proficient enough in applying the Reverse Life Triple Technique, otherwise my left abdomen would never have suffered this flesh injury." Zhou Ming reached out and rubbed his left abdomen.

There's no way to treat the right shoulder; it hasn't reached the second level of the Reverse Life Triple Stage yet, so it can't transform the Qi into Qi in its bones, making injury unavoidable.

The old Onmyoji had become a dried-up corpse and was completely dead. The triangular talisman that flew back did not bring much blood evil power, after all, it had been drained to restore itself.

He reached out and took the dripping thigh, found a larger stone slab, drew runes on it, and placed the thigh in the center of the pattern. The power of the bloodlust burned like flames.

A tiny, blood-red rune flew out from within the body; it was the rune of the second Blood Soul, merging into the thigh bone and rapidly restoring the second Blood Soul Demon Blade.

“This old thing’s cultivation is indeed high; one leg is enough to be used as material to restore his blood soul,” Zhou Ming said softly.

With his injuries and cultivation fully restored, Zhou Ming turned his gaze to the three paper figures he had just obtained.

"I've never managed to get any before, but I didn't expect to get three this time. I wonder what the Blood Demon Ghost looks like." Zhou Ming's lips curled up slightly as he carefully put away the three paper figures.

It's not time to refine it yet, because the Japanese have already touched it.

A Japanese soldier, holding a rifle, was cautiously searching his surroundings when suddenly a red light struck him with incredible speed.

"Ah!" the Japanese soldier screamed and started hitting the ground.

The sudden sound shattered the silence of the position, and the surrounding Japanese soldiers immediately sprang into action.

Zhou Ming also took this opportunity to leave immediately, crossing the ruined streets and heading towards Wang Wen and the others.

Not long after, an old monk wielding an iron staff and an old Japanese samurai, along with a group of strange people, surrounded the small area.

After searching around, they found nothing and finally only found the old Yin-Yang Master, who had turned into a dried-up corpse.

“The Blood Demon is seriously injured and can’t have gone far. He must be somewhere nearby.” The old Japanese samurai looked at the old Onmyoji’s mummified corpse with a gloomy expression.

The old monk remained silent and gloomy, his gaze fixed on the mummified corpse of the old Yin-Yang Master.

"The body is shriveled up, like the skeleton of an ordinary person. This doesn't resemble the remains of an extraordinary person, especially a powerful one," the old monk suddenly said.

“Not a trace of Qi remains, as if it has been completely drained. And it’s not just Qi; it’s just that it died recently, yet there’s no sign of life.” The old Japanese samurai squatted down to examine it, frowning as he spoke.

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Chapter 80 Blood Demon

"This wound?" The old Japanese samurai's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he instantly thought of a knife.

"The demon sword Hirumaru? No, this is... a completely new kind of demon sword?" A momentary greed flashed in the old Japanese samurai's eyes, before he remembered Zhou Ming's various actions.

"The Blood Demon's demonic sword doesn't seem to have any aftereffects!" With his heart pounding, the old Japanese samurai's greed grew stronger.

……

Zhou Ming returned to the outer perimeter and breathed a slight sigh of relief. With his men around, Zhou Ming was no longer afraid of being surrounded and attacked.

As for the cannons, Zhou Ming had indeed become complacent due to the recent massacres and overlooked the threat posed by artillery.

"I chose nighttime because it would allow me to conceal my movements; I absolutely cannot reveal my location again," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

"Xiaoming, how are you? Are you alright?" Wang Wen, along with Zhang San, Liu Yan, and others, stepped forward and asked with concern.

"It's nothing." Zhou Ming didn't say much, and looked at Kamo Shinroku and the others.

There were piles of corpses around them, as well as dozens of captured Japanese soldiers.

"The Blood Demon Soldiers will absorb all the corpses, then move to a new location with the prisoners," Zhou Ming ordered.

"Yes!" Kamo Shinroku and the others immediately sprang into action.

"While the Samadhi Fire's power is effective against shikigami, it also easily reveals my location. It's best to avoid using it at night if possible," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

He turned around and led Wang Wen and the others to relocate immediately. They couldn't stay in the same place; their location had been exposed and they could be bombarded at any moment.

After stopping in a safe place, Zhou Ming first used dozens of Japanese prisoners to replenish the Blood Demon soldiers.

"You two continue to split into two teams and attack the surrounding area, bringing back all the people and corpses," Zhou Ming said to Kamo Shinroku and Takeshita Akichi.

"Yes!" The two knelt on the ground and bowed their heads in response. Then they looked at each other, stood up, and each led their team to move quickly.

Zhou Ming then looked at Wang Wen and Zhang San, who seemed to be itching to make a move.

"Brother Wen, Zhang San, you two protect my safety first, we'll act together later tonight," Zhou Ming said.

“Okay.” Wang Wen, as always, chose to trust Zhou Ming.