A low roar echoed in the workshop.

Zhang Yue's face was full of madness. If it weren't for Wei Yuan's sword holding him back, he would have already pounced and bitten the latter's neck. His body, which had no abnormalities before, was now full of demonic energy, making Wei Yuan's eyes ache. Zhang Yue had completely transformed into a monster, losing his sanity and only left with instinct and a craving for flesh and blood.

Wei Yuan thought of Zhang Xiaoyu's plea and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, his expression had turned cold, and the sword trembled. He directly shook Zhang Yue away with his aura and stomped heavily on Zhang Yue's chest. Under his physique that had already surpassed that of an ordinary human, the demonized Zhang Yue was kicked away several meters.

The Eight-Faced Han Sword in his hand followed up and struck without mercy. There was no doubt that the best way to improve swordsmanship was through actual combat. Wei Yuan's swordsmanship had improved much more than when he first started. His moves were fierce and aimed at taking the opponent's life. Zhang Yue, who was originally an ordinary person, couldn't compare to him. The embarrassed Taoist suddenly regained his senses and repeatedly urged the golden bell, making Zhang Yue's attacks more and more crazy.

Wei Yuan's sword struck down and passed by Zhang Yue's arms, creating a series of sparks. Then he instantly stepped back, and with a gust of wind under his feet, he appeared in front of the Taoist. He swept horizontally, and the sword trembled with a mournful cry. This move had a huge flaw, but its killing power was also extremely strong. The Taoist seemed to be very bad at close combat and kept retreating.

The Eight-Faced Han Sword slashed at his waist, scattering a series of talismans. A wound was cut into his waist.

The sword's momentum was unstoppable, and Wei Yuan's left hand drew out his broken sword, thrusting it forward after the sweep.

The broken sword pointed directly at the Taoist's forehead.

The old Taoist stepped back, unable to avoid the continuous attacks from the two swords.

But before the move was executed, a fierce wind howled behind him, and Zhang Yue roared and rushed up. Wei Yuan had to roll away and block the attack from behind. With a loud clang, Wei Yuan managed to withstand the attack, but he felt a surge of blood in his chest. He struggled to exhale and used both swords to force Zhang Yue back.

But Zhang Yue's palm tore at his clothes, narrowly missing him. If his footwork had been a little worse, he might have been injured.

The old Taoist was shocked and retreated in a panic, repeatedly shaking the golden bell and shouting, "Kill him, kill him!"

"Where are the Five Road Chaotic Gods and their soldiers? Come and protect us!"

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The workshop was filled with a chilling atmosphere, and many evil spirits emerged from behind the old Taoist, all wearing ancient military uniforms. Some were even wearing armor, and their flags were fluttering, making them look like elite soldiers. Wei Yuan withdrew his broken sword and picked up the Break Evil and Exterminate Demons talisman with his left hand. He wiped it on the sword and the sword aura was grand and majestic.

However, without a commanding ghost general, those many ghost soldiers were no match.Previously in the villa, they were forced to flee by Wei Yuan's sword energy. Now, seeing the short-haired Taoist priest raising his sword and using symbols, emitting a strong aura that made everyone hesitant to approach. The old Taoist was getting anxious and kept using his symbols, but the ghost soldiers were scattered and chaotic. Some went forward while others retreated. The old Taoist's skills were broken, and he couldn't control them properly.

He violently shook the golden bell and asked Zhang Yue to act as a ghost general. The instrument was attached with yellow symbols, with blood instead of cinnabar. Zhang Yue's three souls and seven spirits were trapped in the instrument, and his soul controlled his body.

The old Taoist urgently shouted, "Five Chaotic Ghost Generals, listen to my orders and protect me!"

But this time, Zhang Yue didn't move.

The old Taoist's voice became harsh and urgent, "Five Chaotic Ghost Generals, listen to my orders!"

"Listen to my orders!"

Zhang Yue remained stiff, and Wei Yuan followed his gaze to see that his clothes had just been torn open by the strong wind, revealing a string of pendants hanging outside. Zhang Yue's eyes were fixed on the pendants, tears streaming down his face even though he hadn't regained his senses.

The old Taoist also noticed this.

His eyes flashed with anger, and he spat out blood, forcibly controlling many ghost soldiers to attack Wei Yuan.

At the same time, a dark light flashed among the ghost soldiers.

He himself rushed towards Zhang Yue, regretting that he had been pushed back by the sword attack just now, and was now further away from Zhang Yue. Wei Yuan raised his octagonal sword, leveraged his demonic power, and cut through the air with a sword, forcing the ghost soldiers back.

He swung his broad sword in his palm, and a crisp sound was heard as a green needle hit the sword. The green needle turned into a green snake, circling around the sword and biting towards Wei Yuan's palm.

The sword light flashed, and the snake was cut in half.

At this moment, the cunning old Taoist had already rushed to Zhang Yue's side, biting his finger and drawing a symbol on Zhang Yue's back. It was a blood curse, a great danger. In terms of direct combat, the old Taoist was no match for Wei Yuan, but in terms of Daoist practices, he was no match for this veteran from the left path.

In just a moment, the symbol was completed, and the blood curse was activated.

Wei Yuan grabbed the pendant and threw it towards Zhang Yue, using his demonic power to carry a disaster-removing and evil-driving symbol mixed with the pendant, which fell in front of Zhang Yue. He shouted angrily, "Little fish is still waiting for you to go back!"

The old Taoist took the final step and said, "Rise, Chaotic Ghost Generals!"

The disaster-removing and evil-driving symbol turned to ashes.

Zhang Yue's demonic energy became even stronger and more oppressive, making Wei Yuan feel the pressure. There was a faint roar of tigers and the screech of birds behind him.

The old Taoist coldly waved the golden bell, and with the help of Zhang Yue's three souls and seven spirits, he calmly and loudly commanded, "Five Chaotic Ghost Generals, quickly capture that person for me!"Zhang Yue raised his head and roared, then turned around abruptly. Under the gaze of Wei Yuan, who was holding a sword, he crazily attacked the old Taoist, grabbing his arm and biting down with sharp teeth. With a scream, the old Taoist's arm holding the golden bell was bitten off.

The golden bell fell to the ground.

The demonized Zhang Yue crazily attacked the old Taoist.

With a panicked shout, the old Taoist's clothes collapsed, leaving only a small black figure made of woven black grass, full of evil energy. However, the evil energy on it dissipated cleanly after the split on its forehead.

The substitute death and disaster technique.

Wei Yuan recognized this technique, but there was still the fresh blood of the old Taoist on his sword. With the tracking talisman, the old Taoist could not run far. Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Yue, who was like a madman, crazily gnawing and tearing at the broken arm, swallowing it.

When he finally regained his senses, most of the arm had been gnawed off.

Zhang Yue's face changed, and he began to vomit violently.

Then he fell to the ground, and his blood and a strand of soul were in the golden bell. Now that he had counter-attacked the old Taoist, this technique had been directly reversed. Zhang Yue's body trembled as he touched his own face and the scales on his arm, the white fluff between the scales. He opened his mouth and tears streamed down his face.

Finally, he let out a long and mournful cry.

Wei Yuan was speechless, and he bent down to pick up the blood-stained pendant.

Zhang Yue looked at his own hands and felt the instinctive desire for human flesh and blood. He wept as he looked at Wei Yuan and said, "Little Fish...is she okay?"

Wei Yuan said, "She's fine."

After a pause, he added, "She said she doesn't blame you anymore."

Zhang Yue touched the pendant and smiled, but tears still flowed down his face. He wiped them away and put the pendant aside, then looked at Wei Yuan, who had not moved his footsteps. He saw the broken sword at Wei Yuan's waist and said, "Brother, can I borrow your sword?"

Wei Yuan was speechless, but he handed over the sword.

The broken sword was inserted into the ground.

Zhang Yue pulled out the sword and inserted it into his arm, his face turning pale. Then he growled and forcefully pried off the inhuman scales, throwing them to the ground. He then scraped off the white fluff that had grown and successively cut off his left and right arms, removing the white fluff from his face.

He looked bloody, but he had returned to a human appearance.

Zhang Yue held the sword with both hands and returned it to Wei Yuan, then staggered to his feet. He smashed the golden bell with one foot, tears streaming down his face. "Brother...I'm not a demon, am I? I'm not a demon, I'm a human, I'm a human..."

"I beg you, please save Little Fish."

"She's so young, she doesn't know anything yet. I just want her to live, I just want her to live."

The man wept bitterly, knocking his head heavily on the ground and grabbing Wei Yuan's pants tightly.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to help him up, but then paused.

His breath had ceased.Zhang Yue, unwilling to become a man-eating demon, had voluntarily shattered his life-gold bell. His breath had already ceased, and his soul had been scattered by the backlash of the evil technique. His palm still tightly clutched the pendant. Wei Yuan bent down, picked up the pendant, and wore it on his chest. He paused for a moment, then held a yellow talisman in his hand and chanted softly:

"By the decree of the Supreme, I shall transcend your lonely soul, all ghosts and demons, and bestow grace upon all beings of the four births."

"Those with heads shall transcend, those without shall ascend, those executed by gun or sword, those who jumped into water or hung themselves."

"Those who died in the open or in secret, those who perished unjustly, the creditors and the wronged, those who seek revenge and the children."

"Rescue these souls, hasten their rebirth, rescue these souls, hasten their rebirth."

The obsession in Zhang Yue's body slowly dissipated.

His palm still tightly held onto Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan said:

"Don't worry, Xiaoyu has never done evil... I will do my best to find a suitable place for her."

With a struggle, it finally let go.

Wei Yuan turned around and stepped over Zhang Yue.

He raised his hand and drew his sword.

The killing intent was strong.

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