Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 355 - 352 Threats

Chapter 355: 352 Threats

Originally, Monk Xu Yun was seriously injured, and at this time, nothing was more important than fleeing for his life.

He had no intention of entangling with the pursuers at all.

Even though he had recognized the ghost of the bridal-dress woman who was shouting about collecting rent behind him.

It was the "female benefactor" who he had forcibly begged for flesh and blood donations at the "Corpse Forest"!

He understood much earlier than the oblivious "Sick Weimo" Sun Fenghan the root cause of this disaster.

He feared that while they were fighting viciously, the master of this place was sitting off to the side, drinking tea and leisurely watching the great drama unfold.

Thinking of this, Xu Yun was filled with indescribable regret and nearly vomited blood in frustration.

"All day hunting geese only to have my eyes pecked by one, ridiculous, pitiful!

It’s laughable that my family’s Daoist skill, which perfectly matches the spiritual mechanism of Beimang Mountain, failed to realize that this mountain and Blessed Land already had a master.

That person had also colluded with the Nine Soldiers, specifically setting a trap to ensnare us!

My ’Nine Aspects Corpse God Path’ in Junzhou was severely damaged in a fight with the ’Plague Dao,’ almost totally decimated. It might take decades to recover its primordial qi.

Even with chaos approaching, in this fertile land of Junzhou, it will be difficult to achieve anything further.

Nine Soldiers, Nine Soldiers, ruthlessly eradicating one’s roots, you are even more heartless than our sects!"

If Xu Yun knew that Old Master Wang originally only intended to deal with the rat plague, and had not planned to fight these terribly wicked demons to the bitter end,

Basically this was just a case of "pillow wind" leading to a bloody incident, who knows what his expression would have been.

Crackle—!

When that sword light, depicting layers upon layers of picturesque mountains, came chopping down at him, Monk Xu Yun could no longer afford to regret.

Facing the blade technique of the White Tiger avatar, he felt a more intense sense of fatal crisis than when the Skinless Corpse King was being destroyed.

"Get lost!"

He roared, his voice vibrating in his throat, as he pulled out his last resort from the collapse of his Lifebound Magic Treasure.

Crack crack....

In an instant, his form swelled, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a three-zhang-tall Bone Arhat shimmering in dark gold.

At first glance, it appeared less imposing than the Great Strength White Bone Vajra Body.

With only one head and four arms, other than wielding two Dharma Swords, his other two hands each formed the Sealing Sign and the Supreme Bodhi Sign.

But the twelve pairs of ribs on his chest were like twelve large, fully closed gates, together forming a sealed cage.

One could faintly hear the furious roars of various beasts emanating from it.

This was the Ghost Gate Arhat Golden Body, formed after cultivating the direct lineage of the "Skull Temple" with the "Twelve Bone Arhats Skill".

This method of the path was extremely malicious.

Before reaching the Red Seal stage, starting his journey to establish his Dao foundation,

He would teach the "Iron Bone Arhat Skill," which complements the "Twelve Bone Arhats Skill," to those special young people with unique Life Charts who were ignorant yet aspiring towards the Immortal Dao.

Once he entered the path through the Receiving Talisman, and these young people had greatly succeeded in cultivating this path,

The White Bone Monk would select the twelve with the highest Daoist skill from among those with special Life Charts like the "Chonghe Luma formation,"

etc., convening the twelve zodiacs—rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, ram, monkey, rooster, dog, pig.

He would take the superior Arhat Bones, which had concentrated the essence of their skeletons, and one by one, replace them in his own body.

Ultimately, when he became the Yellow Seal Mage, he would achieve this formidable Ghost Gate Arhat Golden Body.

"Twelve protectors, go!"

Xu Yun released the Sealing Sign he had been forming, and the twelve pairs of rib bones, as large as gates, burst open, and twelve roaring bone beasts leapt out.

As they grew with the wind, they transformed into twelve mountain-sized giant beasts.

Apart from not understanding military strategies, each of these bone protectors had bone strength and physical combat abilities that were no weaker than a common Military Leader in the fourth realm.

In normal situations where others of the same rank fought, nobody could withstand the onslaught of these twelve bone beasts.

Now, some of them encountered the somewhat diminutive blade light of the White Tiger avatar, while others charged directly at Huang Wu, attempting a strategic diversification.

The White Tiger avatar merely spun its body, revealing its "Military Dao Dharma Image: White Tiger with a Blade," which was not at all smaller than them.

Holding the Thunder God converted into the "White Tiger Golden Blade" in its mouth, it launched a fierce golden wind attack forward.

In an instant,

The formidable ferocity of the Heavenly Spirit among the four spirits made those of the twelve zodiac signs with weaker traits—rats, rabbits, snakes, roosters...—stiffen and tremble.

The blade light circled around their heads, decapitating them, also casually opening a breach in the encirclement.

Then, repeating the old trick, the Thunder God, wielding great power, called out to the monk’s shadow:

"Xu Yun! Come and fight!"

If the old monk were still a Earth Essence realm Mage with an intact Lifebound Magic Treasure, the White Tiger avatar would have never dared to be so arrogant.

But as his realm had fallen, even the strongest Dharma Body realm wouldn’t stand a chance against the White Tiger avatar in a one-on-one fight.

Thus, just as the Ghost Gate Arhat hesitated and turned at the sound of the "invitation to battle,"

The empty, pitch-black sockets of his eyes were completely lit by the scorching blade light.

Fast!

It reached an extreme speed!

The next moment, the upper half of the head, beginning at the eyes, was sliced off, gradually sliding to the ground.

Subsequently, the Arhat Golden Body, whose Yin God was extinguished by a swift blade, also thundered to the ground.

The fire in the eyes of the bone protectors also instantly went out.

The White Tiger avatar morphed back into human form and casually twirled a knife flower, swallowing back the "White Tiger Golden Blade" that chimed joyously from having vanquished a powerful enemy.

At the same time, an intensely dense "Earth Spirit Qi - General Qi" also rose from the body of White Tiger’s avatar, and inexplicably transferred to Wang Yuan’s immortal body.

It made him take a deep and refreshing sigh of relief.

The somewhat restless "Earth Que Magic Light" also returned to tranquility.

"Heavenly Department Dao Skill - Earthly Que Golden Book" required "Official Energy" at the Red Seal stage, "General Qi" at the Yellow Seal stage, and "Prince Qi" at the Green Seal stage (Chapter 287).

Ever since Wang Yuan had advanced to Yellow Seal, the position of the Imperial Dragon Guard had become dispensable, enabling him to smoothly extricate himself from the quagmire of the Great Yan Dynasty’s system.

As long as the White Tiger avatar led its "Deputy General" and "Yin Soldiers" to victory in every battle,

the invincible "General Qi" would endlessly supply his fundamental cultivation, used to control the increasingly intense Heavenly Spirit Qi.

Similarly, if Wang Yuan could successfully advance to a Green Seal Sage in the future, there would naturally be a "King Yama" who could provide him with the highest quality "Prince Qi"!

This is the advantage of a self-sustaining system.

Just then, the clamor of battle at the ears of his true body suddenly quieted.

It turned out that the majority of the demons on Beimang Mountain had been dealt with, and a group of "Yellow Seal Mages" had reassembled at Bird Beak Slope.

Along with Wang Yuan’s original fortune of four hundred thousand, combined with the down payment from the Thunder Gods, his merits had skyrocketed past the million mark!

Successfully achieving the second objective.

Eventually,

within the tightening encirclement, only the strongest practitioners of "Plague Dao", Sun Fenghan and his junior Zhuo Wen, remained, each clutching the dilapidated "Four Treasures of Plague."

The ragged "Plague Umbrella," the chipped "Plague Seal," the broken "Plague Slashing Sword," and the rag-like "Plague Stabilization Banner."

But at this moment, they were like gamblers who had lost everything,

staring fiercely with red eyes at Wang Yuan who was momentarily distracted, and growled,

"Step aside, let us go!

Otherwise, we will detonate all the ’Lifebound Magic Treasures’ and release countless plague-carrying fine worms, dragging down the millions of citizens in the eight counties near Beimang Mountain with us!"

"This..."

Upon hearing this, everyone glanced at each other, finding the situation tricky.

The materials of "Lifebound Magic Treasures" all came from treasures of the earth essence of this world, acting as vessels for carrying their ever-deepening Daoist skills.

They can be understood as personal, weakened versions of "Taoist Inheritance Artifacts."

The materials were naturally diverse:

ancient objects with rich cultural history, antique copper coins circulated in the mortal world for a century, and ores nourished by the spirit mechanism deep within the earth’s veins... among others.

This naturally included human bones carrying various deadly plague worms!

The materials for the "Four Treasures of Plague."

Gathering the poisonous qi of heaven and earth allowed them, in turn, to command the plague.

Naturally, it also transformed them into terrifyingly powerful weapons of mass destruction!

When it came to killing efficiency, perhaps no other Dao skill could compare.

After driving these two into a corner, no one was sure they could kill them before they detonated themselves.

Even Wang Yuan was no exception.

If it were just one person, he might still be 70 to 80 percent confident that he could kill them instantly.

But with two people and four "Magic Treasures," it was dual insurance that made him also hesitate to act.

Seeing the hesitance of the Nine Soldiers, the expressions of Sun Fenghan and his companion finally revealed a trace of malicious glee amid their frenzy and ferocity.

This was the advantage of being enemies with the righteous path; good people always had too many concerns, binding their hands and feet with worthless things like morality, conscience, and justice.

And thus, missing the right opportunity.

’Once we break free, we will definitely repay you a thousandfold! Every person I kill from now on will be because of you!

Just you wait, I always keep my word!’ they thought viciously to themselves, straightening their backs and boldly stepping towards where Wang Yuan stood.

"Get out of the way! Make way for me!!!"

But, contrary to their expectations, as they approached, Wang Yuan, in charge of the situation, showed no intention of stepping aside.

As difficult as it might be,

if he had to make a choice, he would still choose to take the great risk and do everything in his power to retain them and eradicate the evil thoroughly!

The saying "A gentleman may be deceived by fairness" simply didn’t work with Old Master Wang.

He was just a pragmatic good man.

His grandfather once said that knowing what one truly wants to do, being able to pay the price, foreseeing and accepting the consequences of their actions,

This was the responsibility a man should bear!

Now, as the one in charge,

Wang Yuan also had the capacity to bear the title of "Evil Man," arguably indirectly endangering thousands, yet able to completely annihilate the demons and cut off the source of calamity.

As the concealed Yama Dharma Body was about to bow down, and the White Tiger Dharma Body had spit out the "White Tiger Golden Blade," the situation was on the brink of erupting.

Everyone silently clenched their fists in anticipation.

Yet, an old voice suddenly rang out over Bird Beak Slope:

"The Four Treasures of Plague are still intact? Good, good! Bring them here, you plague ghosts!"