A master of metaphysics is farming.

Chapter 214 Dealing with

"You actually refined your soul!"

That was a whole soul, but it was forged into evil thoughts by an evil curse, which increased the resentment in the soul, and then it was controlled by the curse caster.

Seeing the anger and carefree look in her eyes, she smiled dismissively, forcefully flicked her whisk to the side, hitting Jinghua's arm squarely. The pain made her clutch the smoking spot and take a step back.

"You'd better just surrender obediently. This place has more than just this."

"Girl, don't pay him any attention!" Shuiyue took over from Jinghua's words. "That scoundrel Taoist priest is full of crooked thoughts. He doesn't deserve to be a Taoist priest!"

Xiang He moved his wrist, grabbed Shuiyue's wrist and pulled her behind him. He then attacked Wulu with his large umbrella again. This time, Wulu did not dodge but stood straight.

"You think it's just you and me here?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than thumping footsteps came from behind Xiang He, very fast!

Before she could turn around, her hands were grabbed again, and she was certain it was a human hand!

Two Taoist priests, one on each side, restrained her; they were expressionless and possessed immense strength.

Xiang He tried to break free, but his strength was no match for the two men.

"girl!"

The Mirror Flower Water Moon rushed over, a sinister glint flashing in Wu Lu's eyes. Xiang He sensed something was wrong, "Danger! Don't come any closer!"

Wu Lu's hand was faster, and she was struck hard in the stomach. Looking down, she saw a talisman stuck to her stomach, with black lines appearing in the center and rapidly expanding outwards.

Her strength vanished instantly, the large umbrella in her hand fell to the ground, and a burst of power emanated from the talisman on her body, shattering everything in its path.

The four ghosts were thrown out from under the large umbrella, and Mirror Flower Water Moon was also bounced away, slamming heavily against the door as if nailed to it, unable to move at all.

She was grabbed and dragged by two men to a spot. Her limbs felt incredibly heavy, as if they were locked up. She was completely drained of strength, her head was spinning, and her vision was gradually blurring.

All Xiang He saw was a pair of bare feet standing there. He wanted to speak to him and tell him to go away...

But now her mind was starting to wander, and she couldn't even lift her head.

The owner of the two feet squatted down, stroking her back with something in his hand, and his voice rang out above her head.

"Do you know that I have a demon here? That demon is quite powerful and has done a lot for me over the years. Now, her greatest role is to help me complete this ritual."

She wanted to speak, but she had no energy at all; even opening her eyes was difficult for her now.

"Miss!"

Jinghua's voice reached Xiang He's ears. He wanted to comfort them and say that everything was alright, but looking at himself, he definitely looked like something was wrong...

Her hands were pulled up, and her body sat up as well. Her head drooped limply, and she squinted hard to make her vision clearer. She didn't know when someone was standing next to her, a very slender person.

He concentrated his whole attention, silently reciting the Golden Light Mantra, and tried to open his eyes to see the woman in front of him clearly. She was dressed neatly and stood there with her eyes closed, as if she had been controlled.

"Girl, it's a spirit!"

As soon as Jinghua made a sound, Wulu swung his whisk, and Jinghua suffered a heavy, invisible blow, grimacing in pain and spitting blood.

Hearing her pained voice, Xiang He dared not be impatient and could only proceed step by step. He could not be hasty, otherwise the other party would easily discover it.

The other party had a talisman stuck on her body, presumably to use her as the core of some kind of spell.

The woman opposite Xiang He has been confirmed to be a spirit. It turns out that she has been imprisoned in Longguang Temple for so many years.

Jing was made to sit down by Wulu's hand on her shoulder, and the two sat facing each other.

"I know you won't help, but I know the importance of being polite first and then resorting to force. Since you won't agree, I have no choice but to be tough, don't I?"

"rat!"

Shuiyue spat fiercely, and Wulu glanced at her with cold eyes, "You worthless demon, shut up if you don't want to die now."

Shuiyue, nailed to the door, spat again, "That's despicable... cough!"

"Water Moon!"

The heavy blow knocked Shuiyue unconscious. Xianghe's head drooped limply, her tied-up hair obscuring her face. Taking advantage of Wulu's inattention, she forced herself to bite her tongue.

His lips murmured silently, while Wulu opposite him was also forming hand seals and performing incantations. The talismans on his body complemented his voice, and Xiang He felt the heat flowing through his body, and his blood was surging with heat.

Wulu, who was chanting the incantation, suddenly stopped, reached out and grabbed Xianghe's chin, his eyes revealing a chilling coldness, "What are you doing!"

His head was lifted, blood trickling from the pale corner of his mouth. Xiang He had finished the incantation between his lips and spat blood at Wu Lu's whisk, "...Hurry, hurry, as the law commands."

The blood struck Wulu's whisk directly; the spell was complete, and the whisk immediately burst into flames.

Wu Lu had no choice but to throw away the whisk and slap Xiang He across the face.

Blood dripped from his mouth to the ground, and Xiang He smiled, "Four ghosts, heed my command, break the formation..."

The blood struck a line of the magic array on the ground. A burst of fire appeared, burning and blocking the line. Xiang He moved his hands slightly, and the four ghosts sensed that Xiang He's power was recovering. They became even more eager to protect their master, and their yin energy increased greatly.

Having broken free from Ye Shuyao's control, four streams of yin energy flew swiftly towards them as if they were illusions. When the two Taoist priests saw the yin entities coming to resist, they released Xiang He's hand, drew their peach wood swords, and began to hack and slash at the four ghosts.

Da Chun Er Xia fought against the two Taoists, while San Qiu Si Dong landed beside the formation. Wu Lu immediately took out a talisman from his sleeve and threw it at the two of them.

With her restraints gone, Xiang He's soreness gradually subsided. She used all her strength to prop herself up with her hands, her right hand pressing against the blood she had just vomited. She wiped it away forcefully with her hand, removing a significant portion of the white lines from the blood.

"Well!"

With clear eyes, she looked at the spirit opposite her. The spirit had her eyes tightly closed and her brows furrowed. It seemed that this formation was connected to her, and that Wulu had been using her to control this formation for so many years.

"hiss!"

A sharp pain shot through the back of her hand. Xiang He looked down and saw Wu Lu's bare foot stepping on the back of her hand. Xiang He moved her hand forcefully, and Wu Lu stared at her with cold, sinister eyes.

Just as Xiang He was about to speak, a glint of light flashed in the corner of her eye. She looked up abruptly and saw that Er Xia had actually run into the formation and was swinging his Yin Blade at Wu Lü's feet.

"Erxia, get out!"

Erxia's body was being corroded by the power of the formation. His limbs were gradually dissipating like smoke, but he was still clinging tightly to Wulu's feet, trying his best to lift them up.

With her grip loosened, Xiang He reached out and forcefully knocked Erxia away. "Don't get close to the formation! Use the Yin Blade to destroy these lines!"

Sanqiu and Sidong immediately crouched down outside the formation, and the moment the Yin Blade in their hands touched the lines, it began to burn.

"girl!"

Xiang He struggled to sit up, glanced down at the talisman on her stomach, and quickly formed hand seals. Wu Lu reached out again to stop her, but a pink figure appeared before her and took a blow from Wu Lu.

"puff!"

Shuiyue was smashed against the door, and Jinghua also entered the formation, tearing off the talismans from her body without any regard for anything else.

Xiang He grabbed her hand, "Don't touch it!"

But Jinghua was anxious, so she bit her lower lip to hold back her sobs. Her orchid-like fingertips emitted starlight, and when that light touched the talisman, the talisman's power was greatly reduced.

"Well!"

Feeling a dampness on her face, Xiang He looked up in a panic, and Wu Lu's hand slid from behind through Jing Hua's waist and abdomen—

"elder sister!"