Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"Humph!!"

Seeing Wu Wei's actions, Zhang Zhiwei snorted coldly, and the golden Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword in his hand drew sword flowers in the air, directly encircling Wu Wei as well.

One against two, not bad at all!

"Thunder comes!"

Zhang Zhiwei let out a low shout, and instantly the sky was filled with swirling winds and clouds, as a bolt of lightning struck down.

With the assistance of 36,000 spirits and the encouragement of the shaman, Zhang Zhiwei's combat power was far greater than before, and the lightning he summoned was also incomparable to what it had been before!

Boom!

A thunderous roar erupted, and Wu Wei managed to withstand the power of the lightning by sacrificing his own body.

As the body exploded, swarms of insects appeared all around.

Buzz! !

The swarm of insects surged like thunder.

At the same time, as the dry or rotting flesh of the zombies standing or lying on the ground fell away, black or white worms crawled out.

The departure of these insects caused the corpses, which still retained their shape, to instantly turn into loose sand, scattering into dust in a flurry.

The moon, which had just risen in the sky, was once again obscured.

After a person dies, their soul ascends to heaven, their spirit enters the earth, and only the three corpses roam, which are called ghosts!

Black mist surged, insects hissed, and three monsters with distinct shapes appeared behind Wu Wei.

Wu's ethereal white aura and the black mist behind him dazzled and captivated the young shamans, leaving them mesmerized.

"upbraid!!"

Jingming uttered a single word that exploded, pulling everyone out.

"Master, I never imagined you'd come to this."

Jingming gazed at Wu Wei with a deep, melancholy look.

At this moment, Wu Wei was cultivating demonic arts rather than Taoist arts.

"Zhang Zhiwei, execute him."

“Understood!!”

Zhang Zhiwei grinned, and the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword in his hand shone brightly with golden light, crushing towards Wu Wei like a sun.

The nature of golden light is extremely strong and immense!

Click! !

As the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword Talisman transformed into golden light and crashed into Wu Wei, a sound like shattering glass rang out in the air.

Gold and black are locked in a battle.

dong dong!

Tap tap!

As if in a play, the battle between gods and demons had reached its climax, and the shamans' dance and drumming had become frenzied.

Wow!

After a sound rang out, all around became completely silent.

The golden light overwhelmed the black mist, leaving a deep pit in the ground.

Wu Wei's figure disappeared.

"call!!"

Zhang Zhiwei let out a long breath, his small body swaying slightly.

Even if his life was strong, the pressure of 35,000 divine souls was something his small body could not withstand.

"Has it been resolved?"

The aura surrounding Zhang Zhiwei slowly dissipated, and a deep sense of fatigue washed over him.

"He's not dead, but this matter is considered resolved."

Jingming glanced at the deep pit on the ground, then looked up at the distance.

Within the field of vision of [Guan], in the distance, Wu Wei's Qi can be faintly seen.

"Triple Rebirth, it really is an unkillable cockroach."

Jingming muttered a complaint under his breath.

Just now, although Zhang Zhiwei destroyed Wu Wei's body and three corpses in an instant, he did not completely destroy Wu Wei.

As long as there is still a breath left, the Reverse Life Triple Technique can still operate, so it cannot be killed.

Wu Wei, as a cultivator of the Reverse Life Triple Realm second only to him and Zuo Ruotong, also possessed the bizarre methods of using Gu worms and the Three Corpses.

The only way to completely eliminate Wu Wei is for him to take action.

"Gu insect?"

"Even if this Wu Wei is an avatar created by the Three Corpses and Gu worms, the soul that drives this avatar cannot be faked."

"This time, my master should be quiet for a long time, right?"

Jingming blinked. In the distance, Wu Wei's aura was rapidly dissipating as he fled.

"Hey, this is the first time I've ever fought like this in all my years of cultivation."

Upon hearing Huang Ming's definitive statement, Zhang Zhiwei grinned and muttered a complaint before collapsing to the ground.

He didn't want to move at all, and didn't care about the things on the ground.

"The methods you encounter in the future will become increasingly mysterious."

Jingming smiled and responded to Zhang Zhiwei, then looked at the shamans.

At this moment, his state was similar to Zhang Zhiwei's, like exhaustion after an orgasm.

"I really have to thank you all for this."

Jingming raised his hand to summon back those shadowy divine souls, and Longhu returned to his side.

Under the guidance of divinity, radiant light once shone, and jewels adorned the sky.

"I dare not accept the praise of the divine lord."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, the leading shaman immediately knelt down before Jingming, who was suspended in the sky.

Shamans are people who serve the gods.

"Is he your son?"

Jingming looked at the crowd kneeling before him, raised his hand slightly, and lifted them up out of thin air. Then he pointed to a group of young shamans not far away.

“He is my son, named Feng Tianyang.”

The shaman looked at the person Jingming was pointing at, cupped his hands, bowed his head, and respectfully responded to Jingming.

"good."

Looking at the dense silk threads covering Feng Tianyang's body, Jingming nodded slightly.

As his proficiency with [Observation] continued to improve, he was able to see more things that he couldn't see normally.

Especially this time, when my soul left my body.

"The Grand Master of Gu has prepared tea; all of you may go and rest."

"Master Zhang, you're here too!"

Jingming spoke in the direction of Zhang Zhiwei.

In response, Zhang Zhiwei simply raised his right hand with difficulty and waved it lightly.

Having seen this, Jingming smiled and then returned directly to his own body.

As his soul returned to his body, Jingming felt that his vision had changed once again.

"It feels different from the feeling in the divine soul state."

Jingming turned his head and looked around at his surroundings.

"Master Gu, the commotion outside has been resolved."

Jingming spoke to the Grand Gu Master who was guarding him.

"The people who came to help are about to arrive. Why don't you go and prepare for their arrival?"

Meeting the Grand Gu Master's surprised and uncertain gaze, Jingming smiled slightly and said to the Grand Gu Master.

"Oh, right, so far, the people who have come are shamans from Liangshan and Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain."

"I see."

Upon hearing Jingming's reminder, the Great Gu Master nodded, then walked back to his room with his hands behind his back.

"Sect Leader, Sect Leader, the graveyard in Qinghe Village has been completely ransacked."