One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

"ah--!"

"Help!!"

"Kill...kill me...please..."

In the night breeze.

As one 'fleshball' after another was torn off, Zhao Guizhen's screams grew fainter and fainter, until they were almost inaudible...

Sizzle—!

In the shadows of the woods behind them, Ma Xianhong and the other highly talented individuals held their breath, watching with bated breath...

That's so brutal!

Zhou Yan remained expressionless, his hands moving without pausing for a moment.

Each time he tore off a tumor, just as he sensed Zhao Guizhen's eyes turning white and he was about to faint from the pain, a silver arc of electricity would flicker at his fingertips...

Helping someone out of kindness can lead to a CPR session!

The originally violent Yang Lei, under Zhou Yan's exquisite control, seeped into Zhao Guizhen's body in strands, forcibly stimulating his heart and lungs.

The burnt smell spread...

The gushing blood was instantly sealed off by the high-temperature carbonization.

It won't harm your life, and it can even stop bleeding!

"I'm practically a miracle doctor!"

Zhou Yan felt compelled to remain in seclusion, deeming his medical skills worthwhile.

"Don't sleep! You have to hold on!"

scoff!

"Once you fall asleep, you may never wake up again!"

scoff!

"I...I confess my sins...I deserve to die..."

"ha?"

Zhou Yan changed the subject and tore off the sixth tumor:

"When you hanged those children..."

"Did you listen carefully... to their pleas for mercy?"

scoff!

The last tumor was completely removed!

Zhou Yan released his grip, letting the blood drip from his fingertips.

He looked down at Zhao Guizhen, who was slumped in the mud, his eyes completely glazed over.

"Isn't that obvious...?"

You must have listened carefully and enjoyed it, right?

Seven fleshy tumors lay scattered on the muddy ground at his feet.

On the surface of the fleshy mass, seven bluish-black ghost faces still stood with their mouths agape, their expressions contorted, groaning silently...

Even though they had already escaped that disgusting body.

These souls are still imprisoned by evil magic and cannot be freed.

Zhou Yan turned around and looked at the crowd.

"Lingyu, Master Wang."

"have!!!"

The two stepped out of the crowd and walked towards Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan sighed and took a half step back:

"I'm good at killing, but I'm not so good at other things... You two, come on!"

Without needing to say more, the two understood what he meant.

Under the moonlight, Wang Ye and Zhang Lingyu stood to the left and right respectively.

The two men stood solemnly, their hands forming hand seals, their lips moving silently—

A series of serene golden halos, centered on the two highly accomplished Daoist disciples, covered an area of ​​several tens of meters in radius...

Zhang Lingyu: [The Supreme Star, ever-changing and adaptable. Exorcising evil spirits and binding demons, protecting life and body.]

Wang Ye: [Wisdom is clear and bright, the mind is at peace. The three souls are eternal, and the spirit is without loss or decline.]

The echoes of truth bring a touch of magical power that brings peace of mind.

Chi Chi!

Under the cover of white light.

White smoke rose from the seven fleshy growths on the ground...

Gradually, they stopped crying.

The bluish-black color on the demon's face faded at a visible speed, and its originally ferocious and distorted features slowly softened...

Until, even the facial features began to slowly fade away...

Liu Wu Kui's eyes widened, and he clasped his hands together.

These two Taoist priests... are performing a ritual to appease the wronged souls!

The crowd could vaguely see seven spirits, roughly the same size as a miniature version of Zhou Yan, slowly rising from the ball of flesh.

They all gathered around Zhao Guizhen, who was lying on the ground, without making a sound.

There was no resentment on those innocent faces, only pure peace.

As the last incantation fell, a night breeze blew by.

The seven spiritual entities eventually transformed into specks of starlight and dissipated into the world...

They were finally freed.

In the muddy ground, Zhao Guizhen struggled to open his eyes.

As he watched those points of light rise into the air before his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed one last time.

Then, his neck lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing completely.

"well..."

Wang also sighed.

I never imagined that I would encounter such an evil cultivator at this point!

"week..."

Before he could finish speaking, a white light several times brighter than before suddenly appeared in front of him!

"Palm Thunder!"

scoff!

A blinding bolt of lightning burst forth from Zhou Yan's palm and struck Zhao Guizhen's corpse with lightning speed!

"Heh—Zhou...!"

The corpse twitched violently twice!

Immediately afterwards, in that fierce and unparalleled flash of lightning, it turned into a pile of charred remains!

Ashes!

Everyone stared at Zhou Yan in disbelief.

As expected of Master Zhou...

You saw right through their faking death?!

Zhou Yan clapped his hands and spread them out innocently:

"If I don't finish off the killer, I won't be able to sleep at night."

Three minutes have passed, and he has returned to his original state.

No one answered.

That night, everyone in Biyou Village gained a completely new understanding of this guy, a high-ranking priest of the Celestial Master's Mansion, a closed-door disciple of the Celestial Daoist, and known by the Daoist name Anping Daoist!

Just as Zhang Lingyu said before...

Anping Taoist.

That "peace" might be the peace of "making a living and finding a place to settle down".

But that "peace" is definitely the peace that pacifies evil spirits!

"Jing...Brother Jing..."

In the eerily quiet woods, a soft, sweet voice suddenly drifted by.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Then he remembered that Fu Rong, who was under the influence of the "Bewitching Seal in the Palm," was standing on the gravel beach not far away!

This unlucky name... it just doesn't sound like a legitimate move...

Zhou Yan turned around.

Fu Rong's pretty face flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her chest heaved violently.

He threw the dagger to the ground with a 'thud' and staggered toward Zhou Yan!

"Hey, wake up... I..."

Before she could finish speaking, a dazed Fu Rong suddenly lunged forward, opening her arms and wrapping them around Zhou Yan's neck...

Zhang Lingyu frowned, preparing to form a hand seal and recite the "Qingjing Jing" to help him calm his mind!

Pa~!

Wang Ye reacted quickly and covered Zhang Lingyu's mouth!

"Ughhhhh—!"

Master Wang strangled Lingyu Zhenren like a dog, dragging him backward...

The entire village, numbering over a dozen people, all gave Wang Ye a thumbs-up.

Then, they stood still, staring intently at the two of them.

Under the moonlight, Fu Rong parted her full lips slightly, tilted her head back, and forcefully pressed her lips to Zhou Yan's.

"Feed...woman! Don't do this!"

"Linglong is almost here!"

Their four lips met.

Zhou Yan waved his hands wildly, unsure whether to push or not...

"Fu Rong! Fu Rong, are you alright?!"

A series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the woods behind.

Liu Wu Kui and the others, who were watching the melon with lewd expressions, suddenly felt their scalps tingle!

A figure pushed through the bushes and rushed out.

Oh no, it's Ding Ziheng!

"No!!!"

As soon as Ding Zihuan showed his face, his eyes were fixed on the two overlapping figures in front of him. He was so shocked that he almost died on the spot!

"Fu Rong! Fu Rong!!!"

gurgle gurgle gurgle…

His shouts were incredibly piercing, but they couldn't interrupt the French kiss on the riverbank...

boom!

At the critical moment, Jin Yong appeared behind him and delivered a precise chop to the back of his neck.

Ding Zihuan's eyes rolled back, and he fell straight down.

Everyone stared at Jin Yong in utter bewilderment.

Jin Yong faced the crowd and shrugged without changing his expression:

"Tomorrow I will tell him that nothing happened last night, he just had a nightmare."