LRAB Page 189
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He and Maoshanming, supporting each other, stumbled into the room.
But the room was empty except for the statue of the patriarch.
Maoshan Ming was also baffled by Uncle Nine's mysterious actions.
Could it be that even in death, one must remain by the side of the patriarch?
The three sorcerers were even more confused.
Their eyes were like those of predators toying with their prey.
The sorceress sneered:
“They must have been completely desperate, and I’m tired of playing with them. I’ll kill them.”
Two male sorcerers, their faces bloodthirsty, entered the incense hall, having received their orders.
They wanted to crush the two Taoist priests to extract their marrow and vent their anger!
However, the moment they entered the incense hall (they obtained Zhao).
Maoshan Ming and Qiusheng saw the whisk in the hand of the patriarch statue.
A faint ray of light flew out.
The flames split open, like two sparks leaping out of a stove fire.
Mars fell precisely on the two sorcerers.
The next instant, a burst of flame appeared on their legs.
In just a few breaths, a section of his calf had disappeared...
"Ahhhh!!!"
The two people's belated screams of pain were so painful they made one's eardrums ache.
When the sorceress burst through the door,
Crimson flames had completely engulfed half of their bodies.
Amidst their agonizing screams of agony,
They were burned to nothingness.
Seeing that things were going badly, the female sorcerer immediately transformed into a black shadow and fled.
On the whisk in the hand of the patriarch statue,
Another wisp of white light flew out and drifted away slowly.
Seeing this, Maoshan Ming looked regretful and said:
"What a pity, even with the ancestral master appearing in your name, you still couldn't completely kill it!"
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist... she's doomed."
Uncle Nine said with a smile.
"Death? How could that be? The patriarch's appearance was merely a way to exorcise the demon."
Their attack range is quite limited; the patriarch was merely highly skilled in Taoist arts, not a true immortal.
Could they possibly vanquish demons and monsters from thousands of miles away?
Uncle Nine's face was pale, but he smiled without saying a word.
Ah Qiang was completely bewildered, not even knowing what had happened.
"That wasn't some divine intervention from the patriarch, it was my junior uncle's magic..."
Qiu Sheng lay down on the ground, grinning.
The patriarch was indeed not a deity.
But his junior uncle... is a god among gods!
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The sorceress's figure shot out like an arrow.
Without looking back, they plunged into the night.
She took a small curved knife from her bosom.
With a forceful slash across the palm, the pale, bluish-white flesh curled up.
Dark black blood flowed out.
She chanted an obscure incantation.
Then he slapped his lower abdomen hard with his palm.
The next moment, her speed increased again.
The sorceress dared not be careless in the slightest.
The moment I stepped into that ancestral hall...
She felt a terrifying presence locking onto her.
She looked behind her with lingering fear.
Logically speaking, the speed has already reached its limit.
It can be about a foot behind you.
A wisp of sword light followed him like a shadow.
It is very conspicuous in the darkness.
The next moment, the sword's edge flashed.
No one could describe how terrifying that sword light was.
As this sword swept across, it was as if a true sword immortal had descended.
Destroy the thick layer of evil energy surrounding him.
Finally, it landed on her chest.
Click, click.
The sorceress's eyes dimmed and lost their light.
The body shattered, the soul vanished, and all evil vanished.
"Just who... what kind of extraordinary person is this...?"
The sorceress's voice trailed off.
He never even saw who made the move before he died.
Her eyes widened, her body split into several pieces, and she finally fell to the ground with a thud.
A few hours later.
When several of his men placed the dismembered body in Uncle Nine's courtyard...
A-Qiang and Mao-Shan-Ming were both dumbfounded.
"died?!"
"And died such a gruesome death?"
Mao Shanming stared at the sorceress's corpse and swallowed hard.
Ah Qiang was so shocked he couldn't speak.
From the few words exchanged between Uncle Nine and Qiu Sheng,
He learned that it wasn't some divine intervention from a patriarch last night.
It was his junior uncle Ning who made the move.
A single flame consumed two of them.
A wisp of sword light severed the female bandit's head into eight pieces thirty miles away.
With such miraculous abilities, it's no wonder that Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai revered him as a god.
127 Uncle Ming looked at the sorceress's head.
Even now, you can still see the lingering horror and despair on her face.
It was as if some great terror had been encountered.
They had no power to resist whatsoever.
Uncle Nine looked at the deep, bone-revealing knife wound on her hand.
He said slowly:
"This thieving woman even used the blood escape technique of a sorcerer."
Even so, he couldn't escape the pursuit of his junior brother's sword energy.