What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Just as the two were about to collide, I slightly turned my body to avoid vital areas, and then slightly adjusted my body orientation, actively facing the fat man's fist with my left shoulder.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud was heard.

The fat man's punch, which contained the full power of a Dan Realm body cultivator, landed squarely on my left shoulder.

I pushed my protective aura to its limit at this moment, but I still felt a violent, dark force penetrating my bones.

A cracking sound came from my shoulder blade, and I felt a sharp pain instantly spread throughout my body, followed by a sweet taste in my throat.

But I swallowed the blood.

With the immense force of the fat man's punch, my speed increased dramatically in that instant.

At the same time, I pushed off with my feet and slid past the fat man, heading straight for the thin old man behind me.

Despite the excruciating pain in my left shoulder, I began to exert my full power in controlling my internal energy.

The two willow-leaf daggers and bone needles floating beside him transformed into three afterimages that were difficult to detect with the naked eye, driven by his mental power.

Simultaneously, the needles were thrust at the major acupoints all over the thin old man's body from three directions: top, left, and right.

"not good!"

The thin old man was filled with shock and anger, and immediately waved the huge black soul-summoning banner in front of him.

"boom!"

The black bone needle struck the summoning banner first.

The violent blood energy contained within the bone needle, derived from the mysterious withered wood, mixed with a trace of thunder and fire power, erupted with a roar the moment they made contact.

The wailing souls on the summoning banner didn't even have time to scream before they were blasted to ashes by this extremely yang and powerful force.

The seemingly indestructible banner was blasted open with a hole the size of a fist.

Two more lancets followed closely behind, piercing through the hole precisely, one above the other.

The thin old man was terrified and could only barely twist his body.

The knife grazed his scalp, shaving off a large patch of gray hair.

The knife below pierced straight through his right thigh, drawing out a spray of blood.

Using the momentum I had just gained, I had already closed in on the thin old man.

A hint of barely concealed fear finally appeared in his eyes, and his hands instinctively tried to form hand seals to resist.

But I didn't give him a chance.

At this moment, I swung the leaf blade tightly gripped in my right hand, and dark jade-colored baleful energy flickered on the blade.

"laugh--"

A soft sound.

The blade sliced ​​through his fragile protective aura without any resistance, smoothly gliding across his neck.

The thin old man's movements froze instantly, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

He stared intently at my face, seemingly unable to comprehend it.

Why would this young man dare to risk taking a punch from a body cultivator just to force his way close and kill him?

A large, healthy head shot into the sky, the headless corpse swayed for a moment, and then collapsed to the ground.

"You old bastard!"

A heart-wrenching roar came from behind.

He realized that I had used him as a springboard for acceleration, and at this moment he had completely gone mad, turning around and lunging at me again.

I slowly turned around, raised my hand to wipe away a trace of blood that had spilled from the corner of my mouth, and at the same time, loosely clenched my left hand.

In an instant, the two willow-leaf daggers that had pierced through the thin old man's defenses suddenly turned back in mid-air, like two tracking missiles.

With a precise strike from the left and right, the needle pierced the fat man's kneecaps from behind.

"Pfft!"

The fat man's massive body suddenly slumped down, his mad dash coming to an abrupt halt, and he knelt down with a thud on the waterlogged plaza floor tiles.

He let out a painful howl and struggled to stand up.

But I had already walked up to him.

Without any unnecessary movements, I gripped the scalpel in my backhand and plunged the blade deep into the back of his neck, precisely severing his central nervous system.

Then, with a change of heart, the bone needle pierced directly through his heart.

The fat man's howling stopped abruptly. His massive body twitched twice and then fell completely silent.

I drew my scalpel, shook off the black blood from the blade, and tucked it into my sleeve.

At the same time, with a thought, two spare willow-leaf knives and bone needles silently flew back to my body.

The pain in my left shoulder was still intense. I took a few deep breaths, and the evil energy circulated rapidly within my body, barely suppressing the worsening of the injury.

Without looking at the two corpses on the ground, I turned my head, stepped over the threshold, and entered the main hall of the City God Temple.

The main hall was deathly silent, almost suffocating.

The sounds of wind and rain outside, as well as the sounds of Lu Yan and her companions fighting, seemed to be completely shut out by an invisible barrier the moment they crossed the threshold.

I looked around warily.

No one is empty.

There were no heretical practitioners presiding over the ceremony as one might have imagined, nor were there any ambushes waiting in ambush.

The entire hall felt eerily empty.

In the very center of the main hall stands a tall statue of the City God.

But at this moment, this statue, which should have been solemn and dignified, was completely covered by a layer of filthy blood that emitted a pungent, fishy stench.

The statue's originally compassionate face was twisted into a bizarre, ambiguous expression by the bloodstains.

Around the base of the statue, a circle of strange symbols that I did not recognize was painted with some kind of dark red pigment.

These symbols resemble twisted venomous snakes, their heads and tails intertwined, exuding an aura of evil.

My gaze followed the symbols downwards, and my pupils suddenly contracted.

In the center of the main hall, on the blue brick floor, there was a hole with a diameter of more than three meters.

The edges of the hole were jagged, as if it had been smashed open.

The eerie, dark red light I saw outside was gushing out from this bottomless black hole, illuminating the entire dome of the hall in a crimson glow.

Standing at the edge of the cave entrance, I could even feel a bone-chilling coldness creeping up my trouser leg.

The things here are probably far more troublesome than I imagined.

……

at the same time.

Two kilometers outside the City God Temple, on the rooftop of a newly built high-rise building.

The view here is expansive and offers a commanding perspective.

It offers a perfect panoramic view of the entire old town, as well as the entire massive array above the City God Temple.

The night wind, mixed with torrential rain, raged across the rooftop.

A man dressed in a loose black robe stood quietly on the edge of the rooftop.

He didn't use an umbrella, but the raindrops disappeared silently when they were half a foot away from his body.

It was as if no rain was allowed to fall within the few feet of space he was in.

At this moment, the man in black robes was not looking at the main hall of the City God Temple, which was bathed in red light.

Instead, they passed over the many buildings and looked at a street outside the City God Temple.

There, Li Qing was holding a compass, directing several members of the action team to quickly bury magical artifacts and set up formations in the rain.

The man in black robes watched Li Qing's skillful array-setting techniques, and his eyes under his hood flickered slightly, as if he were recalling some distant past event.

"Find the dragon vein and pinpoint the acupoint to reverse the universe."

Unexpectedly, that old man's successor is hiding in Jiangcheng.

The man in the black robe muttered to himself, his voice deep and magnetic.