“Bad…”

Everything happened too fast. The Meng family's eldest master was still hesitating whether to directly invite the old ancestor when he suddenly saw two more arrows flying from the Descent Platform, shocking him to the point where his soul almost flew away.

These two arrows didn't have the same grand display as the previous two, and the consequences weren't immediately obvious.

But for the Zhang and Meng families, they were even more terrifying.

The most frightening aspect of the Yán arts was that sometimes, after the opponent cast a spell, you had no idea what they were doing.

You knew they had cast a spell, but before the effects manifested, you could only passively wait for the result, constantly worried. And there were quite a few *haishou* (harming head) methods in this world where, after casting a spell, the caster would intentionally let the target know and proactively come to apologize.

Now, the two of them felt this heart-pounding fear, afraid but not knowing what to be afraid of.

The Meng family's eldest master immediately turned his head to look at the Zhang family's third master. Seeing the confusion on his face, he knew that he didn't understand either. He snorted heavily in his heart and shouted, "For every *haishou* art in the world, for every casting, there is a reversal."

"The *haishou* methods are different from other spells. For every casting, three parts of the effort are put into harming others, and seven parts are put into preventing backlash. So, no matter how powerful, they can't be used frequently."

"Every time a spell is cast, one must rest for ten and a half days. But this…"

"…this evil being has shot five arrows in a row. What's going on?"

"…"

"How can an evil being be measured by common sense?"

The Zhang family's third master also anxiously shouted, "My family's young master has already promised the Zhang family, what are you waiting for?"

"My Zhang family can withstand the previous few arrows, but if he continues…"

"…"

"Understood!"

The Meng family's eldest master also knew the importance of the matter. In his heart, he wasn't without the thought of letting this evil being cast more spells, so the noble young master Zhang would pay a slightly higher price.

But that was if he could understand the situation. Now that he couldn't, he didn't dare to gamble, fearing that the other party would torment the Meng family. Even if he knew that inviting the old ancestor now would probably become a joke later, he couldn't care less at this point.

He took a step forward abruptly, stepping out of the magic boat, and immediately drew a green incense stick from his sleeve.

He held it with both hands, performing a "pushing gold mountain, toppling jade pillar" (kowtow), prostrating himself on the ground. Then, he held the incense high with both hands and shouted, "I beseech the old ancestor to open your eyes and slay the fiend!"

"Swish!"

Seeing the Meng family's eldest master truly inviting the old ancestor, the Zhang family's third master was both shocked and delighted.

He hastily turned his back, not daring to look.

And all around, the endless Ghost Kings and Ghost Generals felt an extremely heavy and terrifying crisis at the same time as the Meng family's eldest master raised the incense. They didn't even care about the sesame on the stone platform.

In this gloomy underworld, in patches and groups, they placed the various weapons in their hands on the ground and silently kowtowed.

Within the City of Wrongful Deaths, the wronged ghosts who had just been awakened by Mr. Longjing seemed to be suppressed, and the sounds of crying and surging weakened countless times.

In the next moment, as a wisp of green smoke rose from the incense held by the Meng family's eldest master, the ancient and ever-thickening dark clouds in the sky above the underworld actually seemed to shrink back, slowly receding to both sides.

In the deepest part of these endless dark clouds, a huge eye was revealed, coldly looking down.

"Not good!"

On the stone platform, Hu Ma's heart suddenly jumped at this moment, and his hair stood on end.

Even though Mr. Longjing had given him assurances before, he couldn't care less about them now. His whole body was stiff, and he didn't dare to breathe loudly.

The giant hammer in his hand, which was stained with the essence of who knows how many Meng family Ghost Generals, was quietly hidden behind him.

"Ka…"

On the Descent Platform, Mr. Longjing also seemed to feel the old ancestor's gaze looking down from above. So, in this moment of solemnity where everyone didn't dare to breathe, he just smiled indifferently, turned sideways slightly, and said in a low voice:

"Old brother, we meet again…"

"Compared to twenty years ago, you seem…even less like a human?"

"…"

"Rumble!"

At the same moment that the Meng family old ancestor's gaze fell on Mr. Longjing's face, the only eye that was revealed seemed to constrict violently.

In the next moment, the power that had originally only cast a gaze suddenly became tense. In an instant, endless power, like a torrent, fell with this gaze, fierce and terrifying, all falling on him.

The being that had originally only revealed one eye was now desperately squeezing forward, revealing its entire face.

Although it was expressionless, judging by its appearance, it seemed to wish it could squeeze its entire body over.

"How could this be?"

No one in the surrounding area dared to speak, or even allow themselves to have any thoughts at this time, for fear of attracting disaster.

Only the Meng family's eldest master felt the clearest and most sensitive, but his heart was also pounding wildly, and he shouted that something was wrong: "Old ancestor, why does the old ancestor seem to be angry?"

"Its…the gaze it's casting, if there's a little more, I'm afraid I, I won't be able to withstand it…"

"…"

The power of a negative spirit person has almost no limit, it all depends on who they kowtow to.

But every time a trace of power is borrowed, a certain thing must be consumed, this is also a fixed number, and cannot be changed.

The Meng family's eldest master only burned one incense stick, but he didn't want the old ancestor to be too proactive, making him unable to withstand it.

But precisely, Mr. Longjing smiled slightly on the Descent Platform, and the huge and heavy gaze pressed down, as if to crush him, both body and soul, into powder, and swallow even the powder.

But above his head, his already dilapidated natal spirit shrine was flashing with purple light at this moment, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, making this natal spirit shrine extremely clear and extremely real, barely bearing the old ancestor's gaze.

In the next moment, he had already turned around and continued to prepare his sixth arrow, his face pale, almost transparent.

But his mouth was smiling: "Old friend, why not come a little more?"

"If it weren't for you, how would I have the spare energy to shoot this sixth arrow?"

"…"

"…"

"Not good…"

The Zhang family's third master suddenly realized something, mustered up his courage, and took a look.

This one glance almost caused him to collapse. Everyone knew the abilities of the Meng family's old ancestor, and they also knew the heaviness of his gaze, which no one could bear, but this one glance saw that Mr. Longjing was preparing the sixth arrow in an orderly manner, and he suddenly understood in his heart.

"He…"

He used all his strength to shout, "That evil being wants to borrow power, borrow the power of your Meng family's old ancestor to cast Yán arts…"

"Hmm?"

The Meng family's eldest master also noticed this point, and suddenly looked up, almost daring not to imagine the scene before him.

The old ancestor's gaze was deadly to whoever it looked at, but the evil being on the Descent Platform actually withstood it?

He didn't know what changes this would bring, because it had never happened before.

But he also realized that something was wrong, and even felt that the pressure above his head had lessened, because the old ancestor didn't even have time to care about him, his entire mind was attracted by the evil being.

And at this moment, he couldn't care less, not knowing whether the evil being could really withstand the old ancestor's gaze, or whether it would be annihilated in the next moment, and even less knowing whether the evil being really had the ability to borrow power to cast Yán.

In his panic, he hurriedly looked up and shouted, "Quick, quickly dismantle that stone platform…"

In his shout, seeing that the troops under his command didn't react in time, and even he himself rushed down from the wooden boat, his ghost body quickly growing larger, his sleeves striking out, but not towards Hu Ma, but directly towards the stone platform, heavily crashing down.

Dismantle the stone platform!

Only by dismantling the stone platform could the other party have no roots or support, allowing the two evil beings to be crushed to death by the old ancestor in an instant.

Now he already regretted that he shouldn't have invited the old ancestor first, but instead, he should have dismantled the stone platform regardless of everything.

Of course, this was hindsight. Before this scene appeared, he had never thought that the old ancestor's gaze would be blocked.

Even, pulled!

…

…

Rumble!

With the Meng family's eldest master taking action himself, the speed of dismantling the stone platform was even more unimaginable.

Pieces and chunks of the stone platform cracked from below and fell into the City of Wrongful Deaths, turning into strands of purple energy, actually gathering into patches of puddles, gathering into small rivers of purple energy, and then following the terrain, forming a lake under the stone platform.

Compared to the pot of purple *taisui* that Hu Ma and Mr. Longjing had just been in contact with, the amount was more than a hundred times, even a thousand times more?

This time, it seeped into the City of Wrongful Deaths, all wasted.

Dismantling the stone platform just now was to let the little ghosts gnaw on it, and afterwards, these purple *taisui* could be collected again.

The speed was naturally slow.

But now, he was willing to waste this endless purple *taisui* in order to quickly dismantle the stone platform and end this matter.

"Hmm?"

On the stone platform, Hu Ma could also feel the ground under his feet becoming lighter and lighter, less and less solid, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

Without the stone platform, he would probably be vulnerable against the Meng family.

Most importantly, on this stone platform, there was a path left for him by Senior Longjing. Following this path, he could directly cross the bridge and avoid the Meng family, but now, with the stone platform being dismantled, the Ten Directions *Haishou* Gate would disappear, and this path would naturally disappear as well.

Could it be that he had to escape quickly?

Seeing that not only the Meng family's eldest master, but even the ghost soldiers and generals under his command had reacted and rushed over, the stone platform was collapsing faster and faster, and the surrounding area was filled with raging Yin winds, a talisman suddenly burned beside him.

That was the life-saving green talisman that Er Guotou had left for him. Originally, it was just to allow Er Guotou to rescue him when he was at the end of his rope.

But at this moment, this talisman was burning silently and proactively.

And accompanied by some eerie green talisman light, a command flag suddenly appeared and landed on a corner of the stone platform.

"Swish swish swish swish!"

In the next moment, more command flags appeared one after another, forming a ghost altar, protecting Hu Ma inside.

Even the stone platform was encircled by the command flags, and the collapse was immediately stopped.

And following closely behind, a figure wearing a black robe descended from the sky, waving his sleeves and repelling countless ghost soldiers and generals who had rushed onto the stone platform.

"Who else?"

This figure turned around, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a full beard, it was Brother Er Guotou. He stood in front of Hu Ma, glared around, and shouted loudly, "I want to see who dares to bully my little brother?"