Chapter 61: The World and the Heavens

Laohui in front of me looked like a bloody man, but he was holding me with one hand and holding his magic knife with the other, and he was almost unable to stand.

Why was he unsteady? Because Lao Hui’s feet were seriously injured, so badly that even a fool could see it at a glance. His feet were twisted at a strange angle, and the fracture was very serious.

What’s more, I discovered that the reason why Lao Hui’s body was bleeding profusely was because he had torn off several large pieces of flesh.

The little ghost zombie was now hugging a large candlestick, looking at Lao Hui with hatred and caution in his eyes. It seemed that he was not at ease either. His head was sunken, and his arm was probably severely injured, twisted 90 degrees behind his back. However, for a zombie with no pain sensation, these injuries actually had little effect on his combat effectiveness.

As for Lu Fanming, he stood in a corner watching all this. He estimated that this level of battle was impossible for him to intervene in, because both sides were extremely powerful and fast, and he could easily get killed if he wasn’t careful.

Old Hui protects me like this, and he doesn’t have a chance to get close to me.

I judged in my heart that Lu Fanming should be a “manufacturing” type of wizard, which is not surprising. Just like Master Liu, he is good at drawing talismans and making equipment. Without the aid of talismans, he may not be able to win against ordinary Taoist priests of the Shan Zi school, even if he has half a pot of water.

Just like the Western magical system, since the fighting magicians also have a good grasp of manufacturing, there are also alchemists.

In the system of witches, there is also such a manufacturing industry, but the era of the great witches of China is long gone. The history of the great witches is full of fog, and it is not even recognized by the world, so I don’t know how to divide it specifically.

But Lu Fanming should be such a being, good at making ‘weapons’ to protect himself, but his own abilities are average, except for a martial art that makes him a ‘turtle’!

I watched all this with a cold eye, not daring to have any feelings or emotions, even though in my heart I watched Lao Hui fight to this state for me, my heart trembled, but unfortunately I had to use the meditation technique to put aside the influence of the outside world.

Monks also have emotions, and they also walk in this world of lights and wine. Unless they are devoted to the Quanzhen school of asceticism, monks are never aloof or mysterious.

If there is, it can only be one time, and that is when casting a spell. At that time, one cannot be affected by any emotions, even if an important person dies in front of them. Otherwise, the spell will fail.

At this time, the Taoist is high above, mysterious, and even cold-blooded. I almost said to Lao Hui without any emotions: “I still need time.”

Laohui did not turn around, but answered me with a deep but hoarse voice: “I can still hold on for another minute.” As he spoke, Laohui suddenly took out a very thin special knife and inserted it into a special part of his body!

I knew that once the knife was removed, no matter how he tried to stop it, the essence of his blood would flow from his wound, and the essence would be sacrificed to the mountain demon!

I couldn’t bear to watch any longer!

I only knew that he was telling me that one minute was the time limit for the spiritual technique. I clenched my fist and said, “That’s enough!”

Then the next moment I let go of my fist and roared, an extremely simple method of letting my spirit and energy burst forth in an instant. I had no time to waste. I was carrying the lives of three people, as well as the hope of taking the most detailed evidence out of here!

My soul was at its limit, and even if there were forbidden magic spells that prohibited communication with the power of heaven and earth, I could barely perform a great spell, but my goal was far from that. A normal great spell was not enough to get us out of trouble.

I can’t use the dragon fire technique, and I can’t summon thunder magic underground.

So, this level is not enough. I closed my eyes, concentrated, and used the hand gestures and the steps almost simultaneously. Without the help of my master, I absolutely could not perform the legendary great technique. Even if I did, it would probably be useless.

My soul had expanded to the limit, and communication was so easy. It took me almost a few seconds to communicate with my master. This was an advantage. I didn’t even finish the step-gong that assisted communication!

During this communication, I took the liberty of adding a very independent message: “Grandmaster, save me. Grandmaster, someone is out of their mind.”

I shouted this message over and over again, but I didn’t expect a response from the master. The technique of Zhongmao only brought a fragment of the master’s will, including scattered soul fragments. These fragments were recorded by the natural world and were not, strictly speaking, complete souls.

It was only twenty seconds, and I felt a burst of energy in my body. Even my soul had not had time to withdraw to the spirit platform, and I felt a powerful force pushing into my body. My soul was passively pushed back to the spirit platform, and the soul power remained in my body.

“Nonsense, with such power, it’s hard to heal the hidden wounds! Nonsense!” I suddenly received such a message, and I was stunned for a moment. It was only after a whole second that I realized that this was my master speaking to me!

The master is talking to me? ! It’s a pity that the soul cannot tremble, otherwise I would definitely tremble all over, unable to control myself. Isn’t this a will? Why would the master talk to me? Logically speaking, I am not in his soul fragments, and he has no memory of me!

I have so many questions I want to ask, I am almost too excited to hold myself back. Unfortunately, this is a critical moment, a moment of battle, and I cannot waste time like this.

The master took over my body and looked around slowly. His gaze lingered on Luo Fanming in particular, and then he said, “You really are insane! You Nanyang shamans, do you think there are no people in China who can defeat you? Han Ruo Nimo can’t control you anymore, can he?”

Han Ruo Nimo is not a Western name, it is a typical Filipino name, actually very ordinary, but when he said this, Lu Fanming’s body visibly trembled, and his eyes became awestruck.

But the next moment, he shouted, “Chen Chengyi, don’t pretend to be a ghost. Don’t you know that I can scare me just by knowing the name of a great wizard in Nanyang!”

But who is my master? I can’t waste time talking nonsense with him. He glanced at Lao Hui, sighed, and I felt his regret. Suddenly, a wave of despair and sadness welled up in my heart. I didn’t dare to think about what my master’s regret represented.

“Little one, your soul can be sublimated. You are right.” Grandmaster suddenly spoke to Lao Hui. Lao Hui looked at me in surprise. Obviously, he had not yet figured out the situation of my spell.

But my master didn’t explain or talk anymore. He said, “Ten seconds, the first ten seconds are crucial. Please protect me. After that, you can rest.”

Afterwards, my master turned his hands over his back, looked cool and collected, sensed the surging spiritual power in his body, and said to me in a spirit-transmitting manner, “I’m impressed that you thought of this technique. This time you used a spell that will cause endless trouble, but the spiritual power is enough!”

What did I think of? It was an extremely powerful step-gong, which can be said to be the ancestor of step-gong鈥攖he art of Yu-bu gong-dou! This step-gong is used to the extreme, summoning spirits, imprisoning all things, and then combining it with other step-gong methods and hand gestures, it can easily cut all things in the imprisoned step-gong realm!

Now, the summoner’s ancestor, the step that he has to take is this kind of step, which can also be called the step of the heavens and the earth!

I can’t even do the most basic of these steps, and my master probably can’t either. At least I’ve never seen my master do this kind of step in the most critical moments. But I believe my master can do this kind of step. Of course, even if my master is as powerful as he is, I believe he can only do the most basic steps.

It is impossible to reach the pinnacle!

This step is called the “Yu” step because legend has it that the art of stepping on the “battle” was passed down to Yu the Great by heaven. In the eyes of the people, Yu the Great may have been just a legendary “king” who controlled the water, but in fact, in the eyes of Taoists, Yu the Great was already a fairy, perhaps even transcending the realm of a fairy and approaching the realm of a god. To put it more plainly, he was an extremely powerful shaman!

The various hardships encountered in the flood control may not be ancient legends, and they may have been exaggerated. But in that era, which has already been obliterated, many other once-real existences and truths were also obliterated!

Couldn’t the giant Yu’s steps deal with a little ghost zombie?

I let out a long sigh. The art of the middle and lower fields is, in a sense, like a cheat device for me. This is another explanation for why people with strong spiritual awareness are talented.