C2 Heavenly Master

Liu Cheng's eyes turned red, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Young duke, what should we do?"

This was the first time Lu Zhinan had seen such a bizarre situation. After a moment of panic, he quickly calmed down because panic was not something he could solve.

Just as he was struggling to come up with a countermeasure, a white light suddenly flashed and the old monk floated in the thick fog. His face was ferocious, his eyes were radiant, and with a wave of his hands, tens of thousands of black bugs surged out like a tide from the sleeves of his robe.

The black bugs were the size of a pigeon's egg. They were crawling on their six legs, had tentacles growing from their heads, and their mouths were filled with sharp teeth.

The black bugs slithered along the vines in the fog, and a piece of the crows crawled onto the officers' bodies. When they came into contact with their skin, they instantly entered their bodies like bloodsucking leeches.

"Ah ?"

"It hurts so bad."

Miserable screams rose and fell from the silk-clothes field officers one after another.

Lu Zhinan pursed his lips, his chest moving up and down intensely from anger, he suddenly pulled out the cyan sword at his waist and leaped forward, the sword tip sharp and cold, pointing straight at the old monk, he said sternly: "Who is this demon, daring to harm people here."

The old monk moved his body slightly, his body folded like a piece of paper and suddenly turned behind Lu Zhinan, looking slightly surprised.

"Strange, why are the vines and bugs avoiding you?"

Lu Zhinan snorted, holding the cyan sword and thrusting it towards the old monk. The two of them continued to fight, and in the beginning, they were evenly matched. Gradually, Lu Zhinan lost in terms of strength and fell into a disadvantageous position.

The old monk saw through the opportunity and shifted his form, aimed for an empty block, his palm struck onto Lu Zhinan's left chest, causing Lu Zhinan's entire body to uncontrollably fly backwards and crash into the pillar. He coughed lightly twice, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The old monk glanced at him and shook his head, clicking his tongue, "Youngster, I really can't help but hit you."

With that, he looked with satisfaction at the field officers who were trapped by the vines in the fog and happily said, "Girls, come out."

The greyish white wall was like a flowing wave, rippling in circles. After a while, the beauties on the wall actually began to move, coming out from the walls in twos and threes.

Liu Cheng was dumbstruck. It was unknown if he was shocked or afraid.

"This, this ?"

The beauties were all laughing as their silk robes slipped, revealing their round and fair shoulders. It was extremely alluring. The beauties drew closer like water snakes, exhaling an orchid breath. The field officers could only feel a strange fragrance lingering in their chests. Suddenly, they felt dizzy, as if they were in a ball of paste. They fell into a dreamy and surreal unreal state.

"It's time."

A slender beauty with a oval face and curved eyebrows said softly.

She opened her mouth slightly and stuck out her tongue. That tongue was red, it was thin and long, the tip of the tongue was forked, agilely licking towards Liu Cheng's nose. Liu Cheng, on the other hand, had a dull look in his eyes, and was extremely obedient, not resisting at all.

"Liu Cheng."

Lu Zhinan's heart burned with anxiety. While clutching his chest, he struggled to stand up, and raised his sword in an attempt to swing it at the woman. Unexpectedly, the old monk was prepared for this. He lifted his hand and struck out with his palm. The wind from his palm was extremely fierce, and it firmly suppressed him, preventing him from moving.

At the critical moment, a strong wind blew through the closed door, causing it to fall apart. "Ding Ling" a crisp sound pierced the air, and a ray of light flew towards the wiggling tip of the tongue.

The beautiful woman who was right next to Liu Cheng could not dodge in time, and the tip of his tongue was instantly set ablaze, releasing white smoke continuously. The flame extended and licked her flesh. Not long later, a ghastly white skeleton could be seen wrapped under the muslin dress. The skeleton could still move and it continued to scream like a mad demon while holding the skull.

"The Heavenly Dao is clear, the tunnels are peaceful, and the world's divine incantation is safe. Go."

Accompanied by a melodious sound, a Yellow Talisman flew up into the air. The dense fog that was filled with black bugs were being sucked away by the Yellow Talisman.

Lu Zhinan looked up and saw a young lady walking slowly towards him while stepping on the moonlight. She was dressed in a dark blue silky Hu suit, with a black and silver Yin and Yang bracelet on her wrist, and a jade buckle on her waist. Her skin was as white as jade, and her lips were as red as a cherry. Her black hair was tied with silver rings as it grew into a ponytail.

The old monk narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he asked, "Who are you? "You dare to cause trouble here?"

The young lady blinked her clear eyes that were like autumn water, and laughed: "Corpse energy is vines, ghost energy is bugs, falconol, after three years, you have grown quite a bit."

When the old monk heard this, his expression changed drastically. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his own face.

He carefully sized up the girl. After a long while, he panicked and blurted out, "Heavenly Master Fang."

"Since it's an old acquaintance meeting, why be so secretive? I don't dare to show my true face."

The Heavenly Master carried the seal of the Underworld and walked in the Yin Yang Two Realms. He carried the heavy responsibility of upholding justice, defeating demons and exterminating devils, and had an exalted status. The moment the God's pardon appeared, it represented the profound legacy power of the Tao technique and the virtue power to behead demons and exterminate devils. In the entire Ming Empire, there were no more than five or six people who could be honored as "Heavenly Masters".

The "Heavenly Master Fang" that the old monk spoke of was the nineteenth generation successor of the True Immortal Guangyang's Fang Clan ? ? Fang Miaomiao.

The old monk's face was ashen, the muscles beside his eye sockets trembling slightly.

Fang Miaomiao raised her hand, between her forefinger and middle finger was a piece of Yellow Talisman, and threw it towards the old monk.

"The Heavenly Dao is clear, the tunnels are peaceful, and the body of divine incantation is clean and in shape."

The old monk's heart sank. He wanted to run, but the Yellow Talisman's speed was even faster than his, easily landing on his bald head.

A yellow light poured down from the top of the old monk's head, and mercury started flowing down. In the light, a beautiful woman appeared, wearing a multicolored dress, with a ring of jade around her temples, and two black pupils that seemed to be nurtured in mercury.

Fang Miaomiao stared at her for a long time, then laughed: "You are such a beautiful woman, how can you be a thief?"

falconol glared with his round eyes and said angrily: "Heavenly Master Fang, don't you dare go too far. You should know that even if you're anxious, rabbits can still bite."

Fang Miaomiao glanced at the field officers who were sprawled on the ground and said, "I have no enmity with you in the past, nor do I have any enmity with you in the recent days. As long as you return this to me, I will not pursue the matter that you have just done."

The falconol kept saying, "I didn't do anything just now. I was just teasing them."

Fang Miaomiao had a smile on his face, she raised her finger and pointed at Liu Cheng, and said: "If I was slightly slower, his soul would probably have been pulled out by the female ghost."

falconol secretly took a deep breath. The powerful aura of the Tao technique on Fang Miaomiao's body made her feel an extremely heavy sense of oppression.

"Then, Heavenly Master Fang, what do you want?"

falconol felt a little guilty.

Fang Miaomiao did not bother about her acting, and said indifferently: "Three years ago, when I subdued centipede essence, the Ice Crystal Soul that he treasured were left behind during the battle, you picked them up, right? Return them to me."

The great battle between Fang Miaomiao and the centipede essence had indeed caused the latter to hide at the side and spectate. At that time, the scene could only be described as sand flying and rocks flying. In the end, although Fang Miaomiao had destroyed centipede essence's soul, she herself was still severely injured.