Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 390 - 387: Rallying Cry, Reverse Pull

Chapter 390: Chapter 387: Rallying Cry, Reverse Pull

When Xin Ruoheng took action, Huang Wu didn’t just stand by and watch.

She waved her hand and unfurled a large red, gold-bordered "Mandarin Duck List."

It read: "Joining two surnames in matrimonial union, forming a pact under one roof, everlasting bonds formed, perfectly matched and acclaimed. On this day of brilliant peach blossoms, suitable for room and home, divining future years of endless progeny, thy prosperity blazing bright."

With a promise of lifelong companionship, inscribed onto grand paper, to hold the alliance of autumn leaves, clearly recorded in the Mandarin Duck List, hereby certified.

The beauties dressed as princesses, female heroes, dancing girls, and Taoists... their hearts already brimming with emotion, made no attempt to conceal it.

Effortlessly, a strand of their essence was captured by this "Mandarin Duck List," dividing them into pairs of grooms and brides.

Mistakenly matchmaking!

No sooner had the pairing been completed than they clung to each other, sweating profusely, their hairpins and makeup in disarray, growing closer and closer until they merged into an erotically unmatched large ball of flesh.

To save trouble, Huang Wu simply wrote them all onto one "Mandarin Duck List."

For a moment, the scene was even more chaotic than when the Matchmaker had first acted.

But a beauty is a beauty, and even clumped together, they were quite a pleasing sight.

However,

before the avatar of the Beidou Evil-Cutting Spell could swing her giant broom down again to shatter this flesh ball,

sizzle... sizzle...

Xu Yaoqin, reduced to shattered flesh and blood all over the ground, miraculously began to wriggle and grow rapidly on the ground.

In just a few breaths’ time, her head, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, gallbladder, arms, and legs... each regrew into hundreds of identical, naked oirans.

They stepped forward once again.

The allure emanating from them seemed to have solidified into a pink substance.

Every gesture and smile was captivating, not to mention Wang Yuan, a man of sound sexual orientation.

Even Huang Wu and Xin Ruoheng, two women, found their hearts thrillingly moved.

But there was one existence that was not beguiled!

Ding ding ding...

At that moment, a resounding peal of bells suddenly erupted from within Wang Yuan.

Seeing so many shameless bad women, the little bell truly became furious!

The "Yin Yang Unity Bell" around Huang Wu’s ankle almost dragged its master along as it surged out from Wang Yuan’s body.

In a slight struggle, the blue and red bells detached from the bone ring and leapt onto Wang Yuan’s head.

Spinning round and round, they transformed into two large bells with sinister teeth.

Clang—!

As they collided and struck each other, the loud sound of the bell echoed back and forth throughout the "Dharma Domain·Silk Cave."

The flirtatiously dressed brothel women and the hundreds of charming oirans were instantly obliterated into a fine mist of blood.

Silc Cave was now a river of blood.

Ability·Soul Loss Bell!

The terrifying vibrations continued unabated, charging towards the still-seated Fanglin Master.

But she merely swept her "Six Desires Red Dust Umbrella" horizontally, effortlessly blocking the sonic waves.

With another twist of the umbrella, it ascended high into the air, raining down countless strands of silk.

Suddenly, the buildings of the Brothel, including pavilions and towers, rose from the ground.

The surging Blood River writhed.

Besides the original beauties, countless people of all walks of life, including scholars and commoners, quickly filled the splendid structures.

Now, each person had a colorful silk thread connected to the back of their head.

Logically, their souls should have been shattered by the "Soul Loss Bell."

But joy, anger, sorrow, thought, grief, fear, and shock—the people seemed like puppets in a show, displaying the most extreme emotions of the mortal world.

The aura of the bustling world also wafted over.

"Hee hee hee...spectacular, spectacular!"

Fanglin Master sat on the Dragon Chair, kicking her pristine white feet like an innocent little girl, clapping her delicate hands together.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, malice, and the nonchalance of a child scalding ants with boiling water.

This powerful Mage at the level of "Divine Transformation," far from being annoyed by Wang Yuan and their resistance, actually appreciated the dramatic ups and downs of the scene before her.

In her eyes, the futile struggles of prey before death were even more delicious than the flesh of the prey itself.

After the "Taoist Inheritance Artifact" took shape,

The "Precept Taboo," inherently tied to the "Deceit Objects," was neutralized through the integration of Daoist Skills, thus eliminating mutual interference.

Ultimately, for the members of this sect, it would only adhere to the precepts of the "Daoist Skills" themselves, causing no additional burdens.

The "Taoist Inheritance Artifact," imbued with the insights and knowledge of generations of Taoist Masters, Sect Masters, and disciples, is the epitome of the Tao Lineage’s knowledge.

It could provide immense support to the Taoist Master and even encompasses all the Daoist Skills within this Tao Lineage.

This was also a side effect during the execution of Wang Yuan’s "Oil Pot Plan."

After all, initially, he had never anticipated that he would have to confront such a powerful character head-on.

Previously, the Zhong family father and son, with just a "Luban Ruler," had enslaved an entire town’s residents, impersonating their identities for a long time.

But compared to the current Fanglin Master, they were merely minor witches before a great witch.

Among the myriad professions of the mortal world, all the joys and sorrows, separations, and reunions of human life played out vividly.

In foreign lands, old acquaintances stab you in the back; a long drought meets a welcome rain, and the earth turns wet after the rain; on the wedding night, the groom is not the right one; at the moment of listing on the gold list, it is just someone with the same name...

As Wang Yuan and the others were immersed in the scene, their minds wavering, their emotions and desires stirred, a colorful silk thread began to grow gradually over everyone’s head.

Yama’s avatar, his true body, Taibai’s avatar, Huang Wu, and Xin Ruoheng were no exceptions.

Only those Netherworld Ghost Soldiers sealed behind the Ghost Gate, having no sensory interaction, were spared the ordeal.

Then, these threads grew thicker and longer, and finally, like the human figures in a "Puppet Show," they ascended high into the sky.

Wang Yuan followed these threads and looked up.

He was horrified to discover that in the sky above this Dharma Domain, which had revealed its true nature,

there hung a gigantic puppet spider, suspended from the umbrella ribs of the Six Desires Red Dust umbrella that blotted out the sun.

Wooden mechanisms, brass rivets, beast tendon ropes, brilliantly colored paints... and a huge, eerie face hung down, revealing a creepy smile.

It was Fanglin Master’s "Yan Armor Dharma Body!"

At this moment, it seemed as though the roles of humans and puppets were reversed; the silk threads above everyone’s heads were actually all in the hands of that puppet spider.

Performing an interesting play solely for her amusement.

Eventually, none could escape the belly of the giant spider!

The longer they stayed in this Dharma Domain, the stiffer their bodies became.

It might not take long before they could not only not escape but also become completely part of this Puppet Show.

Fortunately, Wang Yuan finally realized the problem from observing Huang Wu and Xin Ruoheng.

Relying on past experiences with the "Luban Ruler" that had once annihilated an island, he made a decisive move.

Yama’s avatar transformed, revealing its true Dharma Body form, manifesting as a towering three-zhang-tall, crowned ghost king with a blue face and fierce fangs.

He fiercely threw a black flag, which buzzed half a chi into the ground.

It was indeed a Taoist Inheritance Artifact from the Five Organs Temple—the "Fengdu Iron Enclosure · Abyssal Ghost King Banner."

With a ferocious roar from its grinning mouth:

"Imperial Decree: Iron locks fall on Ghost Gate, chilling bones in the Chenyuan Pond! Fall!"

Clang!

Behind him, a massive iron Ghost Gate constructed from cast iron suddenly opened.

An icy, bone-chilling wind rushed forth from the deep recesses behind the gate, causing his robes to flutter vigorously.

Even the puppet spider high in the clouds couldn’t help but shiver.

Suddenly, everyone heard a series of shrill, miserable screams arising from the darkness, getting closer and closer.

Immediately after.

Pop, pop, pop... One after another, terrifying ghost eyes—green, pitch-black, or blood-red—suddenly opened in the black fog behind the gate.

Maybe tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, layered upon each other densely; in the blink of an eye, they even pushed the frame of the Ghost Gate several parts wider.

Their eyes large and small all together could drive those with trypophobia to despair on the spot.

Soon, everyone in the Dharma Domain also heard the miserable cries from behind the gate clearly:

"King Yama, please have mercy! Let me out, let me out!"

"Ah, women, so many beautiful women, let me out!"

"I’ve been locked up here for twenty years, I’ve atoned for all my crimes, I want women, I want this colorful world!"

"Ah, it’s so beautiful, I have to get out, I can’t stand this hellish place anymore!"

Hearing these howls akin to lustful evil spirits, even the wanton women controlled by Fanglin Master couldn’t help but lose their color.

They screamed in horror, and couldn’t help but tremble with fear.

For behind this gate was none other than the fifth hell known as "Heart Punishment Hell" managed by King Yama!

It housed countless deeply sinful spirits; anyone who dressed respectably but harbored malicious hearts towards others would enter after death to suffer here.

How could these evil spirits resist the temptation of the beautiful "Silk Cave" world?

Although Wang Yuan couldn’t possibly let them out, having sensory interaction with the Dharma Domain was enough.

The "Ghost Gate" had just opened.

One after another, colorful threads began to spread from them, swiftly linking to that puppet spider.

Forcefully yanking her into a stumble.

This was Wang Yuan’s strategy for escape.

If you can’t sever the Six Desires’ pulling threads and can’t even kill the Puppet Show actors prepared by Fanglin Master,

then simply don’t fight!

If a spider can prey on small birds, it’s already quite powerful, but what if the prey is changed to an eagle, a wild rabbit, or even a tiger?

The outcome can only be broken webs and total chaos.

Similarly, he shouted and pulled in the opposite direction.

Surviving the underworld depends on three things: ruthlessness, loyalty, and having many brothers.

Not to boast, but in terms of numbers?

Old Master Wang, who manages an entire level of eighteen hells, has never feared anyone in his life!