Chapter 321.
The moon was dark and the night was as cool as water.
The Mountain Monarch Temple was quiet, and many of the cultivators who were camped out in the middle of the main hall had already entered dreamland.
These past days, they had been under a great deal of mental stress.
None of them had rested properly all the way over.
Although cultivators could stay awake for long periods of time, their gods and souls would also be tired and needed to relax and recover.
This Mountain Monarch Temple gave them a sense of security that they hadn’t felt in a long time.
Therefore many cultivators slept extraordinarily well.
“Tan Lang~”
The sound of a ghostly call caused Tan Zhiwen to abruptly wake up from his sleep.
He subconsciously rolled over and sat up, holding a talisman in his hand.
“Tan Lang~”
In the next moment, Tan Zhiwen heard the same voice again.
This time he was able to confirm that he was awake and was not hallucinating.
Tan Zhiwen’s mind was in a trance.
Because the voice was so familiar, it easily awakened the memories buried deep in his heart.
“Xiaojuan ……”
Tan Zhiwen murmured, his gaze showing a hint of dullness.
Xiao Juan was his childhood sweetheart, who died in an accident many years ago.
Over the years, Tan Zhiwen had never forgotten the other party, and had even rejected several female cultivators who favored him.
“Where are you?”
“Tang Lang, I’m here.”
Xiao Juan’s voice whispered like a sob, drifting and piercing through his heart, making Tang Zhiwen unable to curb the thoughts that rose up like a tidal wave in his heart.
He lifted the curtain of the tent and swept out of the main hall like an arrow out of a string.
He appeared in the courtyard outside.
The watery moonlight fell on Tan Zhiwen’s body, as if draping him in a silver-white veil.
This Qi Practicing Perfection cultivator’s eyes widened, revealing a look of disbelief.
He saw his long-gone love interest standing playfully ten paces away, smiling tenderly.
“Xiaojuan!”
Tan Zhiwen couldn’t help but burst into tears, his feet felt like they were filled with ten thousand pounds of mercury, moving forward with incomparable difficulty.
At this moment, there was nothing else in this cultivator’s mind other than the love interest in front of him.
Therefore, Tan Zhiwen was unable to realize that a “little kid” was lying on his back.
The size of this “little kid” was similar to that of a two or three year old child, with a big head, a thin body, and lead-gray skin that was wrinkled like an old orange peel.
It used its slender hands to hold Tan Zhiwen’s neck, and its upwardly turned pig snout sniffed and sucked hard at the back of Tan Zhiwen’s head, drawing out a trace of pure white breath.
After a few inhalations, the “little kid’s” expression became intoxicated, and dark red veins protruded under the gray skin.
To the left and right of Tang Zhiwen, there were four or five other cultivators in the same situation.
They took the initiative to break away from the main hall that was decorated with defense spell formations, and all of them were carrying the little ghosts that sucked in essence behind their backs.
This scene was so demonic that if ordinary people saw it, they would have to be scared out of their wits!
And just as Tang Zhiwen ran out, Wang Chen broke away from his cultivation state.
There was a situation!
His incomparably sharp intuition was issuing a warning of approaching danger.
Wang Chuan sensed a sinister aura filling the space around him, and although it could not invade his Vajra Unbreakable Body, the chill irritated his skin and caused goosebumps to rise!
At the same time, he heard inexplicable murmurs in his ears.
Evil Sneak!
A divine light flashed in Wang Chen’s eyes as he raised his hand and struck four Evil Warding Talismans towards the four directions of southeast, northwest, and north.
Four balls of white aura burst out abruptly, and the pure yang to positive aura instantly covered the entire tent while dispersing the invading evil coldness.
The murmuring sound then disappeared.
“What happened?”
Li Yi An, who was sleeping next to him, awoke with a start, holding a Ruyi magic weapon in his hand.
Wang Dust replied in a deep voice, “There is an evil spirit.”
He leapt up suddenly and raised his hand to put the tent into his storage bag.
And Wang Dust was not the only one who realized that the situation was not right.
“Formation up!”
Accompanied by a stern shout, the defense spell formation arranged in the main hall steeply transmitted thousands of rays of light, and the mana stirred and surged, enveloping all of them.
Only to see the leader of the ferrymen, that Xu cultivator’s beard and hair spread out, a horrifying divine aura flowing from his eyes.
He suddenly crushed a jade talisman.
A limpid aura unfolded noiselessly, flooding every inch of space in the hall in an instant.
Squeak~
A toothsome hissing sound suddenly rang out, and several clusters of twisted black shadows then appeared.
Then they were obliterated and annihilated by the spiritual light!
At this time everyone realized that there were fewer people in the great hall.
Cultivator Xu probed his hand and grabbed out a magic sword and rushed outside the great hall, “Everyone, follow me to cut down the evil and eliminate the demons!”
Some cultivators followed out without thinking, while others hesitated to make a move.
“I’ll go out and take a look.”
Wang Chen held Li Yi An’s hand and lowered his voice, “You stay here and protect yourself.”
Although they were a halfway Taoist couple who each took what they wanted, in Wang Chen’s subconscious mind, Li Yi An was his own woman.
It was also his rightful object of protection.
Even if this female cultivator’s cultivation realm was actually one level higher than Wang Chen!
Li Yi An’s eyes flickered, and a trace of indescribable gentleness appeared in the bottom of her eyes.
Wang Chen let go of his hand and swept out ten feet away with a Shrinking Ground.
Coming outside, he saw at a glance the dozen or so cultivators frozen in the middle of the compound.
These cultivators were stiff and unable to move, all of them looked like they had lost their souls, and they had a twisted and tumbling black gas attached to their backs, which looked particularly bizarre.
“Zhen!”
Seeing such a scene, Wang Chen struck out twelve Evil Suppressing Talismans without thinking.
At the same time, he inspired the Cave Truth Art.
The Cave of Truth Art was an ascending spell of the Spiritual Eye Art, a Purple Mansion level skill that Wang Dust had currently brushed up to the Minor Achievement realm.
This spell, in conjunction with his own divine sense, was able to pierce through falsehood, detect evil and demons, and see the truth, and when practiced to the highest level, it could make all ghosts and demons reveal their original forms!
As soon as the Cave of Truth technique was opened, the scene that Wang Chuan “saw” suddenly became different.
Attached to the backs of these cultivators was a head of ugly and hideous evil spirits.
Every head was at least at the Black Tour level, equivalent to the high level of Qi Practicing!
Some cultivators even had two heads hanging from their bodies.
They were desperately drawing on something.
The twelve Evil Suppressor Talismans that Wang Chen had struck flew down on the backs of each of the four cultivators.
One person was given three.
The Evil Suppressing Talisman was a more powerful evil repelling magic talisman than the Evil Warding Talisman, and before these talismans could even get close to their bodies, they suddenly transformed into a ball of spiritual light and blasted at the possessed evil spirits.
Squeak!
Toothsome screams suddenly rang out, the four evil spirits were bombarded by the Evil Suppressing Talisman and almost collapsed, their evil power rapidly melting away like snow being irradiated by the sun.
These evil devils immediately shifted their targets and swooped towards Wang Dust!
Hatred was all over the place.
Wang Chuan remained undaunted and gathered mana in his right palm, and the word “Zhen” appeared in the center of his palm in true seal script.