Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Whether they were from the Quanxing sect or the Sanyi sect, they all became an army of undead under his control!

What a ruthless plan, and what a grand ambition!

If he succeeds, even if the summoned undead are not as powerful as they were in life, their numbers will likely be considerable.

Furthermore, with the blessing of this group of Onmyoji and the great formation, they can continuously revive and are not afraid of injury.

This is undoubtedly a huge problem for the disciples of the Sanyi Sect and the Shenji Alliance, and may even lead to serious casualties.

However, this realization flashed through Cui Ming's mind, bringing not tension or worry, but rather... an unexpected surprise.

He glanced at the Onmyoji leader, who was in the center of the blood array, his face full of fanaticism, clearly trapped in some kind of sacrificial ritual.

He glanced again at Nameless, who was ruthlessly reaping lives by controlling his flying sword.

An irrepressible smile curved her lips.

A long night can bring many dreams?

No.

Now, he has changed his mind.

This is hardly a problem.

This is clearly... a generous gift delivered right to our door!

What does Wuming need most?

It is a high-quality soul, the memory of the cultivation methods practiced by the deceased during their lifetime!

Although the previous killing of Quanxing yielded a great harvest, the number of souls obtained was not many.

This time, the Japanese invasion was expected to be a tough battle, and it would be good enough to gain some souls of Onmyoji and ninjas.

But now, this Onmyoji leader actually wants to use a secret technique to forcibly summon all the dead souls within a radius of several miles!

For Wuming, this was like a group of delicious meals that had been packaged up and delivered to his door!

As for the damage these undead might cause after being summoned?

Cui Ming glanced at Zuo Ruotong, whose aura was as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless abyss, beside him.

I also got a feel for the war machines on the mountaintop that hadn't yet fully bared their fangs, and the elite Divine Machine Alliance troops waiting in battle below.

He was confident that, before the undead army posed a real threat, he could cooperate with Nameless to take them all in!

"nameless."

Cui Ming's voice, through a special soul link, resounded directly in Wuming's consciousness, bringing a rare sense of excitement.

"The plan has changed. Slow down the pace of the kills, prioritize taking down the shikigami, and wait for these devils to activate this grand formation!"

"This is a rare and great find!"

The nameless flying sword paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Then the attack style subtly changed.

The previous ruthless attacks have shifted to a greater emphasis on maneuvering and containment, with the focus now placed on the shikigami on the periphery.

The twelve flying swords formed a dense, impenetrable net, subtly surrounding the remaining Japanese soldiers and squeezing out the last bit of their vital energy.

Chapter 234 The Dead Appear in the World

Cui Ming and Wuming wielded a total of thirty-six flying swords, like thirty-six deadly beams of light.

They weave and shuttle above the platform halfway up the mountain, continuously reducing the number of shikigami that the Japanese Onmyoji rely on to resist.

Those paper figures, wandering spirits, and even low-level shikigami with some form were utterly helpless in the face of these flying swords and beams of light, disintegrating and melting away like snow meeting the sun.

Zuo Ruotong observed quietly from the sidelines. Seeing that Cui Ming and Wuming cooperated well and launched a fierce attack, she did not rush to intervene.

He merely glanced at Cui Ming indifferently.

Although he was slightly moved by Cui Ming's intention to slow down the pace and focus on eliminating shikigami rather than directly killing the Onmyoji, he did not say much.

After all, the current battle situation is already under control. If Cui Ming wants to use these shikigami to train his subordinates, that's fine too. He believes that Cui Ming knows what he's doing.

However, the aura of the blood-red vortex in the center of the platform became increasingly sinister and terrifying.

The ghostly death aura permeating the air had solidified into a tangible form, gradually amplifying the unease in Zuo Ruotong's heart.

We can no longer let Cui Ming and his group handle things so slowly.

He took a deep breath, a very long one, as if he wanted to absorb all the pure and spiritual energy of the surrounding world into his body.

With that breath, his hunched, thin, and withered body underwent a dramatic transformation!

Dry, gray hair visibly returned to its original black shine.

The skin that clung to the bones became full and smooth, the deep wrinkles were smoothed out, and the hunched back straightened like a pine tree.

In the blink of an eye, the frail old man had vanished.

Instead, a handsome young man with a face like jade, eyes like bright stars, and a flowing white robe appeared.

The pure white aura surrounding him was no longer merely a hazy mist.

Instead, it rose and flowed like a tangible flame, and Zuo Ruotong's limbs were now drifting around like gas.

The scattered Qi lifted Zuo Ruotong up, making him float easily in mid-air.

Reverse Rebirth Triple, Third Level!

Yesterday's battle with Wugensheng was a brush with death for Zuo Ruotong, a true breakthrough that allowed him to enter this realm.

This was the first time he had shown this legendary realm to the world without reservation.

Without making any unnecessary movements, he simply moved his mind, and his figure vanished from the spot.

One moment he was standing on the edge of the platform, side by side with Cui Ming;

In the next instant, he had silently appeared in the very center of the Japanese defensive perimeter.

He hovered precisely three feet above the Onmyoji leader's head, his robes fluttering, his pure white aura blooming like a lotus flower, making the blood-red array patterns below appear somewhat dim.

Those shikigami whose subordinates had been wiped out by Cui Ming and Wuming were terrified because of their leader's continued sacrifices.

The remaining Onmyoji, panicked by the surrounding powerful enemies, didn't even see how Zuo Ruotong appeared.

They only felt a white shadow appear before their eyes, and in a flash of light, a terrifying pressure as vast as the might of the heavens and as cold as frost and snow descended upon them!

"Uh!"

"I can't move!"

Several muffled groans of alarm rang out.

Among those Onmyoji, including several who were severely injured by the flying swords, they all seemed to be frozen in an invisible ice.

Each of them had a stiff expression, their pupils shrank, and their bodies were in various postures, such as forming hand seals, staggering, or trying to dodge, but they couldn't move even a single finger.

If someone observes carefully enough, they can discover this.

The bodies of these Onmyoji are covered with countless fine lines, as thin as spider silk, that are almost integrated with the pure white Qi light.

These slender white lines were formed by Zuo Ruotong using his pure primordial Qi.

It appears delicate and fragile, yet it is incredibly resilient.

The moment Zuo Ruotong appeared, she silently wrapped herself around the vital points and acupoints of these Yin-Yang Masters.

This technique was inspired by what Zuo Ruotong learned from Cui Ming's battle yesterday.

Thus, at this moment, they unexpectedly and completely controlled these Onmyoji.

Zuo Ruotong hovered in the air, not even looking down at the Onmyoji leader who was still frantically activating the blood array and seemed oblivious to the changes in the outside world.

He casually raised his left hand.

hum-

An invisible force field spread out.

Those Onmyoji who were firmly controlled by the Qi threads were unable to control their bodies and were lifted off the ground.

Like chicks being lifted up by the neck by an invisible hand, they all floated shakily in mid-air, almost level with Zuo Ruotong.

Their faces were flushed red and purple with suffocation and fear, their eyes bulged, and they made a hoarse, gasping sound from their throats.

Only then did Zuo Ruotong lower her eyes slightly.

His gaze swept coldly over the Onmyoji leader below, who was covered in blood, his face aged rapidly due to the sacrifice, yet he was still chanting incantations with fanaticism.

Zuo Ruotong had always disliked these people who plundered wantonly.

Not to mention the Japanese invaders who invaded its eastern country; you should know that their actions have spread throughout the entire eastern country.

Then, cold words came from Zuo Ruotong's mouth:

"Stop your evil magic. Otherwise, your men will die instantly because of you."

This is a warning, and also an ultimatum.

Zuo Ruotong was not a bloodthirsty person, but the Sanyi Sect had just suffered a great calamity, with heavy casualties among its disciples.

As the head of the Sanyi Sect, he would never allow any evil magic that might threaten the sect's survival to be practiced here.

If we could use the lives of these Japanese Onmyoji as leverage to force their leader to discontinue the formation and avoid unknown risks, that would be the best outcome.

However, Zuo Ruotong was ultimately the leader of the orthodox Xuanmen sect.

Despite having weathered many storms, we still don't fully understand the evil in human nature, especially the psychology of the Japanese invaders who were thoroughly brainwashed by militarism and whose sense of right and wrong was distorted.

The Onmyoji leader ignored Zuo Ruotong's threats and didn't even pause for a moment while chanting the incantation.

But those bloodshot eyes, almost completely consumed by fanaticism, rolled upwards slightly.

He glanced at his subordinates in the air, their faces contorted in pain, their lives hanging by a thread.

There was not a trace of reluctance, struggle, or hesitation in those eyes.

There was only a kind of indifference, a coldness towards tools, and a hint of... mockery that was misunderstood by the foolish people of the East.

In his mind, it was the greatest honor for these subordinates to sacrifice their lives and souls for the empire's great plan and for the completion of the "Yellow Springs Impure Earth Reincarnation Array".