A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zhengdao remained silent, but his muscles were tense, and his eyes were fixed on the dazzling Dharma image, clearly prepared to fight to the death.

On the other side, Ji Zuodao also became ruthless, his mind racing, and all the blood-winged black mosquitoes he could muster rushed towards the frantically devouring black hole.

They tried to fill the gaps with sheer numbers and block them with their bodies, just to delay that unreasonable suction force for a moment longer.

Give yourself even the slightest bit of time to forcefully attack the Dharma form.

The suction was indeed slowed down by the sea of ​​mosquitoes, but before Ji Zuodao could even catch his breath—

Opposite him, the radiant image of Venus had already flicked his finger.

A ball of light, the size of a fist, yet imbued with a terrifying stellar power, was released from his hand, silent yet as fast as lightning, heading straight for Ji Zuodao's face!

"Holy shit!"

Ji Zuodao's face turned green.

Bad thing!

The speed of his advancement was much slower than he had expected. The blood flames were still burning his spiritual palace, and the violent power was surging and raging within his body, unable to gather and take shape in time.

Most importantly, he couldn't stop it this time.

Even with Ji Zhengdao, who was also fighting desperately, they absolutely couldn't stop them.

The Spirit Palace and the Dharma Form are separated by a vast chasm, a difference in quality.

This time... could it really be a disaster?

There's no chance to even collect relics anymore?

At this critical moment—

"Whoosh!"

The rope at the top of the bulging human skin bag at his waist suddenly burst open on its own!

Two small figures, like two arrows released from a bow, darted out and blocked Ji Zuodao's path!

Immediately afterwards, under the wide-eyed gazes of Ji Zuodao and Ji Zhengdao—

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two slightly blurred but still imposing and majestic Dharma images rose up from behind the two small figures!

A figure entirely black, wearing a tall hat, with a blurred face yet exuding a menacing aura, clutching a rattling soul-reaping rope in its hand!

A figure, deathly pale, with a long tongue hanging down to its chest, empty yet chilling eyes, clutching a mourning stick wrapped in pale white paper scraps in its hand!

Black Impermanence! White Impermanence!

Underworld Marshal, Soul-Collecting Messenger!

However, the two figures in front of us still had a childlike naivety in their body outlines, and the light of their Dharma images was somewhat shaky, like... young versions of children who had just learned to walk and ran out to fight!

But their movements were anything but hesitant!

The White Impermanence statue, facing the incoming starlight sphere, neither dodged nor avoided it. Instead, it swung its rather comical-looking mourning staff in a wide arc and lashed it out at the sphere!

"Smack—!!!"

A crisp, yet somewhat strange, popping sound.

The starlight sphere, powerful enough to severely injure or even kill a cultivator at the Spirit Palace Realm, was sent flying back the way it came by this blow.

It was three times faster than when it arrived, like a baseball hit with full force, slamming straight into the face of the Venus statue!

A flash of starlight appeared in the eyes of Venus, and his figure swayed slightly as he tried to dodge.

But at that very moment—

"Splash!"

The other Black Impermanence's Soul-Hooking Rope, like a living venomous snake, had already silently spread over and precisely wrapped around its ankle, pulling it sharply!

The force was immense, and the timing was perfect!

In that instant, the form of Venus's Dharma image froze for an extremely brief moment.

"boom--!!!"

The star orb, which flew backward, slammed solidly into its own chest, exploding into a chaotic burst of starlight!

Kill it while it's sick!

"You dared to bully your brother!"

From within the white statue of the Impermanence, a clear, angry shout, with a tone that was both cute and fierce, came from a little girl.

Immediately afterwards, it pounced on it, its mourning stick flashing like a blur, and without thinking twice, it began to beat the image of Venus with a barrage of blows on its forehead, shoulders, and chest!

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound of whipping was as dense as firecrackers on New Year's Eve.

The Black Impermanence Dharma Form held the Soul-Hooking Rope tightly from behind, restricting its movement. Occasionally, it would shake the chain twice to make the opponent stagger, making it easier for its "sisters" to deal damage.

In an instant, the majestic and radiant Venus Dharma image was beaten by these two somewhat immature Dharma images, one black and one white, in a manner almost like a street brawl. The starlight trembled and the Dharma image swayed, making it look quite disheveled.

A brief silence fell over the sea of ​​mosquitoes.

Ji Zuodao and Ji Zhengdao remained in their original positions, their mouths agape, their jaws almost dropping to the ground, their four eyes wide open, filled with the same enormous bewilderment and shock.

After a long while, Ji Zuodao, his neck stiff, slowly turned his head to look at Ji Zhengdao beside him, his voice hoarse and trembling with disbelief:

"Are those two little ones Qiqi and her inner demon? When did Qiqi... reach the Dharma Aspect Realm?!"

"You're asking me, the brat I raised?"

The strangely formed Venus dharma image retreated a few steps to stabilize itself.

His gaze swept over the two somewhat immature, yet ruthless and unreasonable figures before him.

Finally, it landed on the two small, unintegrated forms of Qiqi's true body below.

A cold, human-like smile, tinged with contempt, curled at the corners of his lips.

Oh.

She's just a young girl, with the foundation of the Dharma Realm, but she can't even achieve the most basic "unity of Dharma Realm," she's just a figurehead.

Since that's the case... then I'll cripple your physical body first!

With a thought, it suddenly raised its giant hand, which had become somewhat dim from being struck by the mourning stick, spread its five fingers, and gathered starlight, preparing to withstand the next blow from the mourning stick. At the same time, its other hand was poised to strike, ready to go straight for Qi Qi's small figure below!

However, the next moment—

The mourning staff that was about to fall on its head changed without warning just as it was about to touch its palm!

The rod elongated, its color darkened, and the tangled, pale paper flakes transformed into fine chain links!

"Splash!"

With a crisp crack of chains rattling, the mourning staff transformed in a flash into a sinister, soul-hooking rope.

Like a cunning venomous snake, instead of whipping, it suddenly coiled around and precisely locked the neck of the Venus image, then strangled it with all its might!

"Well?!"

The image of Venus froze, its raised arm hanging in mid-air.

This is not over yet!

Almost at the same time, the dark, soul-snatching rope behind it, which had been tightly gripping its ankle and restricting its movement, also suddenly changed!

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a mourning stick wrapped in pale white paper scraps. The statue behind it grabbed it with both hands, swung its arm in a wide arc, and delivered a solid blow to the back of its head beneath its star-studded crown!

"Bang--!!!"

The sound was deep and powerful!

The Venus dharma image was struck so hard that its head slammed forward, the chains around its neck tightened even more, and the starlight surrounding the dharma image became violently disordered and flickering.

Only then did it suddenly realize—

The figure in front of it, desperately strangling its neck, was none other than the White Impermanence.

He had clearly transformed into the Black Impermanence, wielding a soul-snatching rope and with a chilling gaze!

And the one who suddenly struck him on the head from behind was not Black Impermanence, but White Impermanence wielding a mourning stick!

These two Dharma forms... in an instant, without any hesitation, exchanged identities, weapons, and even attack methods?!

What the hell is this?!

Even it was completely bewildered by this unconventional and almost cheating style of play.

Can one's Dharma form be changed at will?

Can the impermanent position be changed at will?

Can the Soul-Snatching Rope and the Mourning Staff transform on the spot?

Is there no basic law left?!