Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

He stepped down on one end of the bluestone slab, and the other end suddenly sprang up. The first corpse dog that pounced from the right couldn't stop in time and was tripped hard by the sprang-up slab. Its huge body instantly lost its balance and tumbled out, crashing into the earthen wall beside it, unable to get up for the time being.

At the same time, the second corpse dog, which pounced from the left, also missed its target. It had anticipated Yan Sen's original spot, and its claw struck the trunk of the large locust tree.

But before it could adjust its posture, it crashed headfirst into the tattered straw sandal that Yan Sen had hung on the tree branch.

"Sizzle—!"

A plume of white smoke rose up, accompanied by a foul stench.

The straw sandals were stained with a drop of blood from Yan Sen's bitten fingertip. The blood of a virgin is inherently yang, and combined with Yan Sen's innate qi, it was even more terrifying than concentrated sulfuric acid to this yin and evil thing.

The second corpse dog let out a shrill scream as it was scalded and retreated repeatedly, white smoke rising from its body, and one of its paws began to melt.

In the blink of an eye, two of the three corpse dogs were crippled!

But it's not over yet.

The third corpse dog, the one that pounced from the front, was the most cunning. It seemed to have seen through Yan Sen's little tricks, and in mid-air, it abruptly changed direction, circling around and attacking Yan Sen's nape from the side and rear!

This angle, this timing, is a deadly strike! Yan Sen had just neutralized the attack from both sides, and at that moment when his old strength had dissipated and new strength had not yet arisen, he had no time to dodge!

"Watch out!" the village chief cried out.

Yan Que narrowed his eyes and twitched his fingers slightly, preparing to make a move.

But at that moment, Yan Sen didn't even turn his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent a Qianlong Tongbao coin that he had been holding in his palm flying towards a spot in mid-air behind him!

"Whoosh!"

The copper coin flew out with a whooshing sound.

It didn't hit the corpse dog, but instead struck a rusty iron nail in mid-air!

That iron nail was the same one that Yan Sen had used to pin down Wang Shenpo's shadow.

At this moment, it was stuck three feet off the ground, seemingly floating in mid-air. In fact, it was simply hung by Yan Sen's Qi on an almost invisible spider silk, a "natural" tool that Yan Sen had discovered and utilized long ago.

"Ding!"

The copper coin struck the iron nail, producing an unusually clear and loud metallic clang.

To the average person, the sound was just a little harsh.

However, the amplification and resonance of the "cyclone" feng shui formation carefully arranged by Yan Sen, when it reached the Corpse Dog's ears, was no less than a bolt from the blue exploding in its mind!

This is a "sound-killing" attack!

The third corpse dog suddenly froze in mid-air, black muddy water flowing from its seven orifices. Its huge body fell straight down from the sky, convulsing on the ground, temporarily unable to move.

The villagers who were watching were all stunned.

Is this...is this even human?

In their eyes, the six-year-old child was like a strange dance performed in an open space, with every turn and every step he took getting stuck in the monster's blind spot.

He didn't use any earth-shattering magic; he simply used the most ordinary terrain and tools to manipulate the three ferocious monsters at will.

Upon seeing this, Yan Que withdrew his stance from which he was about to attack, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

You little rascal, you're doing well.

But he wasn't completely idle. When he saw that his son had successfully subdued the three corpse dogs, he knew it was time to move on to the next step.

Yan Que slowly walked to a large water vat next to him, which was filled with rainwater.

He raised his foot and seemingly casually kicked the bottom of the water tank.

"Splash!"

The water tank was kicked open, and a full tank of water gushed out and flowed down the ground.

Strangely, the water did not spread out, but instead, as if it were alive, it quickly spread along the almost invisible grooves that Yan Sen had previously drawn on the ground with his sickle.

In the blink of an eye, the water flowed out a huge, hastily written character "囚" (prisoner) on the open ground!

The character "囚" (prisoner) perfectly encloses all three corpse dogs that had just recovered.

The three corpse dogs struggled to get up, only to discover to their horror that the soil beneath their feet, after being soaked in water, had quickly turned into a sticky, slippery swamp.

Their bodies are made of mud, and when they get wet, they become incredibly heavy, making every movement extremely difficult, as if they are stuck in an invisible quagmire.

A perfect "water formation" has been formed!

"Great! That's wonderful! The monster is trapped!" The villagers erupted in cheers, relieved to have escaped death.

However, just when everyone thought the situation was settled, an unexpected event occurred.

"This is my achievement! It's mine!"

Wang Shenpo, whose shadow was pinned to the ground, somehow managed to break free from the "shadow-fixing spell" driven by jealousy and madness, thanks to some unknown strength.

She screamed like a madwoman and staggered into the formation!

She saw the broken piece of bowl that Yan Sen had placed in the "Tian Shu" position of the Big Dipper. In her opinion, this thing was the core of the entire formation!

"I can't let you steal my credit!"

She raised her unbroken leg and, with all her might, kicked the broken piece of the bowl.

"Snap!"

The bowl shattered instantly.

As one of the most crucial points in the entire "trapped dragon formation", the moment it is destroyed, the balance of the entire feng shui formation is instantly broken!

The formation shattered in an instant!

The consequences of breaking through the core of the formation are catastrophic.

The Yin energy, which had been barely suppressed and guided, was freed from its restraints and burst outwards like a punctured balloon!

The first to bear the brunt was the culprit who destroyed the formation—Wang the Goddess.

"puff!"

An invisible shockwave slammed into her. Before she could even scream, it was as if she had been hit head-on by a speeding truck. She was thrown high into the air, spitting out a jet of blood, before crashing heavily to the ground more than ten meters away, where she immediately lost consciousness and her fate was unknown.

"roar--!!!"

Freed from the water's restraints, the three Earthly Fiend Corpse Dogs roared with a ferocity greater than ever before.

The black aura emanating from them surged once more, and under the villagers' horrified gazes, the bodies of the three monsters began to melt and coalesce, merging together like three enormous lumps of black mud!

A few breaths later, a monster larger and more ferocious than any of the previous ones appeared before them.

Its size was comparable to that of a bison, with four or five thick arms growing from its body, and its head had become three, each with green eyes that shone with a blood-red light.

It was completely enraged and locked its sights on the tiny creature in the arena that had caused it such a great loss.

"Run! The monster has grown bigger!"

"We're doomed! We're all going to die here!"

The villagers' newly raised hopes were instantly shattered, plunging them into deeper fear.

They screamed and cried, scattering and fleeing aimlessly.

Yan Que's face also darkened completely. He pulled his son behind him, his hand already reaching for his waist, where a short ruler that he rarely used was tucked.

He's getting serious.

"Dad, don't move."

Yan Sen reached out and stopped his father. He looked up at the huge earthly beast with his small face upturned. Instead of fear, his eyes were filled with a kind of excitement.

"It's mine." Yan Sen's voice was soft, but unusually firm.

Yan Que looked at the fighting spirit in his son's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally lowered his hand.

He also wanted to see just how far his son could go in a desperate situation.

Facing the enormous monster that was charging towards him with heavy steps and an earth-shaking momentum, Yan Sen calmly pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from his dirty trouser pocket.

Then, like an old man preparing to watch a play, he scattered sunflower seeds on the ground in front of him, sat cross-legged, and really struck a pose as if he were about to set up a fortune-telling stall in front of this monster.

The stark contrast left everyone who witnessed it speechless.

What is this child trying to do?