flstandardbreds Chapter 153 Immense Merit
Chapter 153 Immense Merit
Chapter 153 Immense Merit
The dozen or so people were the true strength of the Fu family. As soon as they appeared, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and it seemed that a downpour would soon follow.
Zhuo Yang took a deep sniff; the air was very dry.
He sneered and said disdainfully, "I thought you could really command the wind and rain. It turns out to be dark clouds formed by yin energy. I suppose there are at least eight hundred to a thousand people who have died at the hands of your Fu family?"
The Fu family members had already surrounded them. An old man stood in front of Fu Jing, his bloodshot eyes peeking out from under his hoodie and robe: "Zhuo Yang, you actually dared to come to the Fu family. Today is your death day!"
With a wave of his hand, a sinister aura instantly filled the entire manor.
A dozen or so people, all dressed in black robes and hoodies, quickly took their places in the courtyard, each standing on a seven-pointed star with their hands clasped together in front of their chests.
"Buddhist hand seals?" Zhuo Yang's gaze swept over the crowd, and he smiled disdainfully. "Such a vicious technique as Soul-Binding and Body-Tempering dares to use Buddhist hand seals. If the person who invented the technique is not too arrogant, then you have tampered with Buddhist techniques!"
The manual for the Soul-Binding and Body-Tempering Technique was in Zhuo Yang's hands. He had studied it, but there was nothing particularly worth learning from it, and it had no connection with Buddhist techniques.
"Enough with the nonsense, trying to stall for time?" Fu Quan sneered, his red eyes beneath his hoodie growing even more ferocious, seemingly expanding several sizes. "You've got no chance!"
"Disciples of the Fu family, heed my command! Activate the Soul-Binding Formation!"
The moment the words were spoken, every Fu family disciple raised their clasped hands high, then opened their arms, forming a cross.
"The Western cross?" Zhuo Yang's lips twitched.
I really can't figure out where the Fu family's Soul-Binding and Body-Tempering technique originated. It's a fusion of Eastern and Western styles, drawing on the strengths of many.
"Zhuo Yang, do you look down on our family's martial arts techniques?" Fu Jing shouted, unable to contain herself any longer, staring at Zhuo Yang with extreme hatred.
Her eyes also turned blood red the instant the formation was activated, as if an evil red light appeared in her eyes.
"You're right." Zhuo Yang nodded calmly. "There's really nothing to praise about Soul-Binding and Body-Tempering Technique. The key to this technique is finding vengeful ghosts with deep resentment, or ghost cultivators with high cultivation. Without ghosts, your Fu family is just trash!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Fu Jing roared in fury, raising her hand as if to unleash a dark lightning attack.
Fu Quan placed his hand on her arm, chuckling maliciously, "Jingjing, don't rush to kill him. Once the Soul-Binding Array is complete, even if he has the cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he won't be able to escape from here!"
"Yes, Grandpa!" Fu Jing suppressed her anger, but the evil red light in her eyes grew even stronger.
In fact, it wasn't just her; every Fu family disciple present had an evil red light gradually intensifying in the darkness beneath their hoodies.
The sky hadn't completely darkened, but dark clouds shrouded the villa, plunging the area within a radius of several hundred meters into an unusual gloom. This made the pairs of red eyes appear even more terrifying and frightening.
Zhuo Yang glanced at them indifferently and snorted, "Please hurry up, I want to go home and sleep."
Fu Quan was stunned for a moment, feeling uneasy at Zhuo Yang's composure.
He asked in a somber tone, "Aren't you afraid?"
"If I were scared, would I still be chatting with you guys here?" Zhuo Yang snorted, took out a wine flask from his Qiankun bag, and took a swig with a flourish.
Ever since he was tricked by Lü Qianqian into wearing a short skirt, he had prepared two sets of clothes, a small amount of food and water in his Qiankun bag.
Of course, wine was a must, but unfortunately, we didn't have a special wine flask, so we could only use an ordinary wine flask to hold some Moutai.
The demon lord who drinks wine will surely fight to the death!
Fu Quan didn't understand why Zhuo Yang was drinking. He just felt that Zhuo Yang was underestimating people and didn't take the Fu family and their Ghost-Binding Formation seriously at all.
"Zhuo Yang, your knowledge is too shallow. Now I'll show you the power of the Ghost-Binding Formation!" Fu Quan roared.
The dense yin energy in the courtyard rose again, until the grass froze and the air became thick.
Zhuo Yang took a deep breath and sneered, "The denser the Yin energy, the more ghosts you've imprisoned, and the greater the sins you've committed. Haven't you ever considered that committing too many sins will be punished by Heaven?"
Unless one is a demonic cultivator, who is not afraid of divine punishment?
Even demonic cultivators face demonic tribulations.
The world is actually very fair. Everyone has their own karma and consequences for whatever they do, even if it's just stepping on an ant.
No one can truly do as they please, so...
"What is the Heavenly Dao? If it exists, there would be no oppression or strife in this world!" Fu Quan laughed wildly, showing no regard for the Heavenly Dao whatsoever.
The laughter gradually subsided, but the surrounding yin energy became even more intense, as if it were a tangible substance.
Each of the Fu family disciples emitted strange fluctuations of true essence, stirring up the surrounding yin energy and creating ripples in the air.
Fu Quan was stalling for time so that the Soul-Binding Array could be fully formed.
Zhuo Yang raised the wine pot again, tilted his head back and took a swig, looking as carefree as a wine immortal.
It wasn't that he didn't want to launch an offensive immediately, but that he couldn't.
"The Fu family possesses countless ghosts, as evidenced by the increasingly dense atmosphere surrounding them. Rescuing all the ghosts from their possession would be an immense act of merit."
Zhuo Yang smiled coldly, his mind set on this plan.
Perhaps this can offset the cause and effect of the sinking of the Perfume Cruise Ship.
Neither Lü Qianqian nor Zhuo Yang mentioned the cruise ship sinking and the deaths of nearly two thousand tourists, but the cause and effect had already been laid. Both of them were carefree and wouldn't let what happened weigh on their minds and make themselves suffer.
"call……"
A strange sound, as if many people were inhaling at once, came from all directions.
The murmuring sound came from the mouth of the Fu family disciple. It sounded like monks chanting scriptures in a temple, solemn and dignified. However, coupled with the cold atmosphere around them, the chanting sound suddenly became extremely evil, causing people to feel intense fear.
Pan Jianbo and Feng Rong, standing outside the wall, were too terrified to move. Feng Rong wanted to come in and fight alongside Zhuo Yang, but Pan Jianbo held her down firmly.
Their entry into the courtyard to fight side by side was actually hindering Zhuo Yang...
"That's about it." Fu Quan laughed sinisterly. "Zhuo Yang, have you decided how you want to die? I can let you choose: dismemberment, beheading, skinning, slow slicing—whatever you can think of, we can make it happen!"
"You are all truly cruel," Zhuo Yang sneered. "But if I really had to choose, I would choose to use my sword to kill you all one by one!"
A bolt of lightning shot into the sky from behind the Qiankun bag, accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, and the dragon-patterned longsword flew into Zhuo Yang's hand.
With a flick of his longsword, he pointed it at Fu Quan.
Zhuo Yang used all the refining materials he had to improve the quality of the Dragon Pattern Sword. Now the Dragon Pattern Sword is a top-grade spiritual weapon with a bluish-white blade and an extremely sharp edge. It is only a step away from becoming a true immortal magic weapon.
It is the sharpest sword in the mortal world!