Chapter 112: The door behind me

But my master said this, and he didn’t look ‘reluctant’ either. He simply turned around and kicked me in the butt with a moderate force.

At this time, I happened to grab a black-robed person and punched him in the spine. The moment he fell down, my master’s kick was not too light or too heavy, almost making me fall into a small pile of corpse-refining when I couldn’t recover in time.

“Hey, old fart, you could have killed someone.” I shouted in dissatisfaction, turned around, almost in a bit of a mess, and then turned around and kicked a black-robed person away.

There was no way around it. There were too many of these black-robed men, probably a few hundred, and they were fearless of pain and death. As long as they weren’t hit in the vital areas, they would definitely charge forward again.

But who can guarantee that in this chaos, every move will hit the vital points of these black-robed men? And they are not made of paper…

Although Master Hui and I fought valiantly, we were gradually becoming more and more exhausted in the face of the crowd pressing in on us… But we still had to hold them back. I believe that at the most critical moment, I would not recklessly risk my life, like opening up pressure points to the limit of my endurance.

I also believe that Master Hui has some secret skills up his sleeve.

“The first person of the younger generation, how can it be so easy to kill someone? I’ll leave it to you and the old monk. I’ll use my magic, Chengyi, to protect the law.” Master’s voice was relaxed but serious, and when he said the first person of the younger generation, he was a bit proud.

Hearing this, I just knocked down a few black-robed people who were about to take advantage of the chaos, and I also felt a surge of pride in my heart.

Chengyi, protect the law… These words the master never said to me before he left, and now, he said them to me so casually. Is this recognition and pride as a master?

I took a moment to catch my breath and wipe the rain off my face. Perhaps, this really is it!

The exhaustion of fighting, especially fighting on the front line, naked and in hand-to-hand combat, is a feeling that cannot be described in any words unless you experience it yourself.

Three minutes have passed… With several acupuncture points opened, this time is far from the limit, but my breathing has already begun to become heavy, and my movements have become somewhat slow.

Not only was I like this, but so was Grandpa Hui. In the face of the surging black-robed men, at a glance, there was a sense of their endless powerlessness.

However, behind us are people who must be protected with our lives. Every one of them is important. We cannot retreat, even if the encirclement is shrinking and the distance between these black-robed people and Master and the others is getting closer and closer.

The situation is even worse than that. After fighting for three minutes, I have already noticed that these black-robed people rushing forward are all ordinary undead, just like the undead in the room who took care of me after I was struck by lightning.

I once used this secret technique to fight a corpse cultivator with a purple snake embroidered on its black robe, and I felt that their movements and strength were more than a little bit worse. In addition, are there more advanced ones? Obviously, when Lin Xiaohua came, I saw several advanced corpse cultivators with my own eyes. And are these all the corpse cultivators here?

When I think about these questions, my breathing seems to become heavier. I don’t want to add any psychological burden to myself, but I have to consider whether Master Hui and I should change our approach.

Behind us, everything was quiet. The sound of the master chanting the mantra was like a special piece of music, accompanying the rhythm of our battle. Because the mantra was so unfamiliar, I took a look over my shoulder during the lulls in the battle.

What I saw was a scene like this.

Grandma Ling Qing was still sitting peacefully and gently on a large piece of gravel on the altar, her eyes only on the Master who was performing the spell.

Uncle Wang, on the other hand, was surrounded by a mess of materials for the magic circle he had collected, as well as a brush for writing charms. He was already absorbed in his work, and the chaotic battle here had nothing to do with him.

As for Uncle Chen, he had his hands behind his back, as if he was enjoying the scenery, watching us fight. No matter how bad the situation was, there was only peace in his eyes. It was only the silver needle that kept spinning between his fingers, sometimes spinning very fast, dazzling the eyes.

Finally, it was my master. At this moment, he was stepping on the strange, yet complicated steps of the Bagua, and the hand seals he was pinching naturally could not escape the category of basic hand seals. However, the combination of different hand seals was the most difficult thing in Taoism, and I had never seen such a combination of hand seals.

We reunited, and there was no time to exchange too much information, so we hurriedly went into battle… They didn’t know what happened to us younger generation. Similarly, I didn’t know what happened to these elders.

The only thing that remains unchanged is trust. Otherwise, how could there be such peace in the midst of such a fierce battle?

On the platform, the rolling power is becoming more and more “chaotic” as different people draw it, and the magic is about to take shape, or gradually take shape, allowing this “chaos” to form a delicate balance before the explosion. I have no doubt that if we delay for another two or three minutes, this place will become a “fireworks” platform because the magic will begin to collide formally.

There weren’t many people in blue robes, but there were hundreds of them. We were surrounded by the black-robed crowd, but that didn’t prevent us from occasionally seeing these blue-robed people casting spells through the gaps on the platform, where there were no obstacles… After all, I am a Taoist priest. I saw many blue-robed people gathering together. The energy gathering above them was particularly terrifying. They had indeed chosen the “combined attack” technique.

If that is the case, Master is almost fighting a hundred enemies at once. Is that okay?

This is not going to work. I will not forget that I am also a Taoist priest. At this time, I must find a way to end the battle here quickly and have the opportunity to help my master.

It’s not going to work if we keep fighting like this. These undead probably need… At this thought, I suddenly shouted to Master Hui, who was fighting as hard as I was, “Master Hui, this isn’t going to work. Let’s end this quickly and use the secret technique in the bottom of the box to finish them off.”

“I was thinking the same thing. You go first, I’ll cover you.” Master Hui’s reply was simple, but the meaning behind his words was clear: to give each other a chance to cast the spell.

At the same time, I felt something wrong behind me, as if something had been twisted and opened.

This is definitely the effect of the Master’s spell. What kind of spell is this?

I didn’t have time to think about it, and I remembered the pill that Master gave me. Although it wasn’t the most powerful pill, if I took another one… I didn’t think about the consequences, I just thought that although the effect was not as good as the first one, it was better than nothing.

In such a battle, any judgment about form is not allowed to hesitate. Thinking of this, I took out the bottle and swallowed the second pill without hesitation.

It felt so good to have the power explode in my lower abdomen. The feeling of that power slowly squeezing out after exhaustion and filling every inch of my body was indescribably wonderful… I turned around and shouted, “Uncle Chen, help me.”

“What nonsense.” Uncle Chen naturally knew what I wanted him to do. If the medical pulse could not stimulate the body’s potential with the secret method of golden needles, it would not be called the medical pulse. This trick, Brother Chengxin would use, and Uncle Chen would use it as well.

“What nonsense, this is a desperate situation! Uncle Chen, when you use the golden needle to stimulate the acupuncture points, I will use the secret technique to stimulate the acupuncture points. I don’t think it will affect you.” I have to seize every moment, every minute and every second is so precious at this moment.

“It won’t affect you, but don’t overdo it. I won’t be able to fix you up in time.” Chen Shishu brushed his hair back and spoke lightly, but with the pride and pride of a descendant of the medical pulse.

“Mmm.” I nodded briefly and quickly stepped back to Chen Shishu’s side.

Since I’m going to die, I have to adjust to my own limits… Chen Shishu took out a delicate box from his bosom, opened it, and inside were neatly arranged thin gold needles.

The first needle was placed in the most dangerous part of the back of the head… I was very calm and at ease, just like the steady hand of Uncle Chen.

I was about to start acupuncture again, and at this moment, I took a quick look at Master Chen… I almost let out a cry, which made Uncle Chen unable to help but shout in dissatisfaction, “Don’t move…”

I immediately stabilized my body, but my breathing was extremely heavy because I saw a distorted door appear behind Master Chen, real and blurry.

What kind of secret technique is this?