Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

This sword is the very same as the original form of the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword Talisman that Zhang Zhiwei used before.

The Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword!

When it comes to slaying evil spirits and demons, the Zhang family are professionals!

"Senior, Sect Leader Zuo, let's kill this evil creature together!"

Zhang Jingqing suddenly spoke, a flash of lightning around her, and the flying sword in her hand flew out.

Roar! !

The moment Zhang Jingqing made her move, the Maoshan elder was also thrown away with the last talisman in his hand.

With no way to avoid it, the Fusang Demon King actually burrowed directly into the ground.

Only Xuan Kui remained to withstand the attacks.

However, Xuan Kui wasn't stupid.

The Fusang Ghost King can burrow underground, so Xuan Kui, being a zombie, can naturally do the same.

In the blink of an eye, Xuan Kui and the Fusang Ghost King disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Hahaha, I'd like to see how long you lot can hold out!"

"I'm going to have some tonics first!"

The ghostly and sinister voice of the Fusang Ghost King rang in everyone's ears, and then it fled straight into the tomb of Empress Dowager Cixi.

There is a lot of evil energy in this cemetery, as well as the resentment and corpse energy of Empress Dowager Cixi and others!

He swallowed enough to replenish what he had consumed!

"Boom!"

However, the moment he entered, the Fusang Demon King was forced out.

As the Fusang Demon King crashed to the ground, Wuming slowly emerged from the tomb.

"What the hell?! How dare you interrupt me while I'm doing my work?!"

Wuming glanced at the Fusang Ghost King on the ground, then flicked his finger, sending a bolt of lightning straight towards the Fusang Ghost King.

This ray of lightning was different from the Five Thunder Techniques previously unleashed by the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage and Zhang Jingqing.

This is a thunder magic unique to Jingming, derived from human magnetism.

It's full of personal will!

"Wow!!"

Upon receiving the nameless finger strike, the Fusang Demon King let out a mournful howl.

Inside his body, an unnamed will was forcibly destroying the ghost king's ghostly form.

"Oh ho, you dare to resist?"

Seeing the surging Yin energy on the body of the Fusang Ghost King, Wuming couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"How dare you insult the heroic spirits of my great Japan!"

Just as Wuming raised his hand and flicked it again, a strange voice appeared in Wuming's and everyone else's ears.

As a precaution, these Japanese ninjas are quite far from this place.

It was not enveloped by the initial domain.

"Japanese?"

Wuming squinted at the black figure that had suddenly appeared.

His hands never stopped moving, and in the blink of an eye, a ray of lightning passed through the ninja's body.

It landed on the body of the Fusang Demon King.

In the ensuing standoff, the Fusang Demon King not only remained unperturbed but also used the attack unnamed to remotely absorb the remaining vital energy and spirit within the ninja's body.

"Comfortable!"

As the Fusang Ghost King completely drained his life force, the person who had been blocking Wuming's path instantly turned into a wisp of dust and dissipated.

Seeing this, everyone's expressions turned serious.

I almost got blinded by the immediate benefits.

This is a ferocious demon!

"Are you cheap?"

Looking at the ninja who had turned into a pile of ashes and scattered before him, Wuming couldn't help but shake his head.

Then his gaze returned to the Fusang Demon King.

"Come!"

With a wave of his hand, Wuming called out softly.

"Haha, who do you think you are?"

Seeing the nameless man's actions, the Fusang Demon King couldn't help but grin and mock.

But before he could finish speaking, a suction force suddenly rose from Wuming's hand.

Without any room for resistance, the Fusang Demon King, who had made everyone feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy and even prepared to die, was already in Wuming's hands.

"The sect leader is amazing!"

Seeing that Wuming had subdued the fierce and powerful Fusang Ghost King with just one hand, the Quanxing members who had been hiding in the shadows and even underground all came out.

They came up behind the nameless person.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Looking at Liao Huzi and the other Quanxing members, Wuming asked a question with a half-smile.

"Haha, isn't it because we heard that the sect leader needs us?"

"That's when we rushed over."

Upon hearing this, all the Quanxing members were taken aback, and then answered Wuming's question with a forced smile.

"Didn't you set your sights on the gold and silver treasures in Empress Dowager Cixi's tomb?"

"Or is it something that can defy fate?"

Wuming looked at the Quanxing with a smile.

The words of those from Quanxing need to be discerned.

"Hahaha, that's yours, Sect Leader. If you don't give the word, who dares to lay a hand on me? I, Liao Huzi, will be the first to take him down for you!"

As he spoke, Liao Huzi fired a shot into the sky.

This shot calmed the restless crowd.

Meanwhile, Liao Huzi's men, positioned at a distance, also set up two cannons.

This cannon is the source of Liao Huzi's confidence in running rampant in the countryside!

Why are you all so happy?

"There's still one zombie we haven't dealt with."

Wuming glanced at Liao Huzi and the others, rolled his eyes, and said softly.

Instantly, everyone present, whether from the Quanxing sect or the righteous path, tensed up.

That zombie's abilities are no weaker than this Ghost King's!

"Roar!"

"what!"

Just as everyone was on guard, the soil beneath the feet of a martial arts hall disciple loosened.

One hand pulled the other person inside.

In his panic, all he could do was let out a scream.

"Anyone from Jialong Mountain or Tuyoufang who could help me out?"

Seeing his disciple's breath gradually fading in the ground, a middle-aged man from the martial arts hall shouted loudly.

"No, that child is dead."

Zuo Ruotong's eyes were white, and she stared intently at the ground.

In the underground soil, the martial arts hall disciple who had been captured lay there, his body dismembered.

"Gai'er!"

Upon hearing Zuo Ruotong's words, the man from the Martial Arts Hall roared with fury.

"careful!"

A wisp of murderous aura surged rapidly among the disciples, attacking the martial arts hall man whose mind had been disturbed.

At the same time, another hand broke through the soil and reached out to grab the man from the martial arts hall.