Chapter 1 The World Without Technique Before Tongyin Meng!

"The world has no technique before Tongyin Meng!"

As the three distant directions suddenly erupted with strange techniques, the eerie atmosphere clearly caused the Meng family's second young master to feel a sense of unease. But the more it came to this, the louder he shouted and the more twisted his expression became.

However, he had completely sacrificed his life force, exchanging it for the magic power of his ancestor. Although this magic power was immense, dark, and terrifying, the problem was also obvious.

The borrowed magic power was too heavy for him to bear.

So now he seemed a bit sluggish, and his movements were very slow. Sometimes he would wake up and rush to kill Hu Ma, and other times he would remain silent for a long time, merely a vessel.

But when these three strange techniques appeared around him, vaguely seeming to sever something, it allowed him to stay awake for a bit longer. He seized this opportunity, stepping forward stiffly, extending his dark hand to grab Hu Ma.

After all, he was more clear-headed when awake and understood things better. He was truly frightened by Hu Ma's pursuit this night and had to subdue this monster first.

As his hand reached forward, it stirred up endless ghostly winds, as if one's spirit had been instantly seized.

Hu Ma also held a knife in his hand, raising it towards the Meng family's second young master. However, the rolling baleful aura on the knife was instantly suppressed by the Yin energy surging from the other's body, putting both him and the knife on completely different levels.

He muttered, "Five formations return to their place, Walking Ghost Altar arise!"

His mere three pillars of Daoist cultivation were as fragile as a candle flame in front of the Meng family's second young master at this moment. It was as if the Yin energy emanating from the other's body would extinguish it in an instant.

As this mountain was cut off from the original world, he was trapped here. Naturally, the things within him were also trapped here. The ancestor's gaze was severed.

"..."

"You are trapped here..."

"Whoosh..."

"..."

"Using the shaman drum to awaken this mountain, using strange techniques to confuse the directions, and concealing the aura of the living to disturb outsiders' perception of the creatures here..."

"..."

As he spoke these words, the various talismans around them resonated. In one fire pit, flames blazed, distorting everything. In another, a somber figure in black robes flickered in the darkness.

The ominous knife was plunged into the ground, the ghost head at the top of the hilt swaying gently.

The little rationality left in the Meng family's second young master finally understood the situation. From the perspective of arcane knowledge, this mountain was no longer in the original world.

Abandoning the knife, he had no weapons in his hand. Facing the Meng family's second young master, he seemed as fragile as paper.

Hu Ma took a deep breath, his face carrying a faint coldness as he stared at him and said, "Haven't you noticed yet?"

Most astonishingly, behind Hu Ma, three streams of Qi faintly manifested, like three towering pillars standing around the altar.

It was the strange techniques cast by Monkey Wine, Erguotou, and Miss White Wine outside. Some awakened the earth Qi of this land, some forcibly changed the direction of the mountains and rivers here, and some concealed the fate of all living beings here.

But as the Meng family's second young master's hand was about to grab Hu Ma's face, it was bound by an invisible force at that instant. The rolling Yin energy was instantly transformed into a raging wind, sliding past Hu Ma's sides.

"Chi!"

Facing the Meng family's second young master, who seemed to have become a vessel for some strange being, Hu Ma did not swing his knife. He just struggled to raise the knife, staring intently at the other person, speaking slowly, and then releasing his grip, letting the knife fall.

This fierce and violent滔天 Yin energy seemed to be avoiding him.

The moment the knife fell to the ground, the altar was instantly activated.

Even Hu Ma, feeling the power of those three after their actions, couldn't help but sigh, "Truly worthy of being seniors among the reincarnated. Although they are usually a bit cautious, their abilities are all top-notch..."

Killing a member of the Meng family wasn't simple, but killing a spirit-possessed person was possible.

First, cut off its path, which meant preventing the main body of this thing from seeing the spirit-possessed person. Of course, this was extremely difficult for the Meng family's ancestor. Everywhere in the world where living people existed, offering sacrifices and worshiping him, he could see.

So, those three guys directly cut off this world?

What courage!

While this move was extremely beneficial to Hu Ma, it also drove the Meng family's young master somewhat mad. Infuriated, he moved and charged toward Hu Ma.

But Hu Ma, facing him at this moment, did not dodge or evade. Instead, he suddenly began to chant a spell.

Shua shua shua.

It was the sound of withered grass growing wildly. As the Meng family's second young master crawled forward, the weeds on the ground seemed to come to life, rising up and twining around his arms, legs, and waist.

Most importantly, once they crawled onto his body, they were no longer weeds but like chains of iron, tightly binding and restraining him.

The surrounding withered branches and twigs fell from the air, turning into shackles that locked his head, hands, and arms, smashing him to the ground. He could only crawl in a twisted and strange manner.

The first of the Four Great Town-Year Incantations, the Shackling Incantation.

The Meng family's second young master was incessantly enraged. He suddenly opened his mouth, his originally handsome face splitting open to the roots of his ears. He then exhaled a cloud of filthy Yin energy, like rolling dense fog, rushing towards Hu Ma.

Hu Ma ignored it. The knife beside him vibrated, and the cloud of filthy Yin energy was cut into two.

The knife body vibrated, and this filthy yin qi was cut into two.

In the next moment, the incantation in Hu Ma's mouth changed, becoming much more severe.

In the next moment, two figures walked out of the rolling black mist, wearing black robes and holding black boards, came to the Meng family's second young master, and hit his body.

Coincidentally, the Meng family's second young master was crawling on the ground at this moment, his posture perfect. A board hit him, and he fell face-first on the ground, his handsome face pressed against the ground. Angrily, he tried to stick his butt up and crawl up again, but another heavy staff struck down.

One board, then another, beating the Meng family's second young master, making him wail.

Neither he nor the thing inside his body had ever suffered such humiliation. Amidst angry roars, he struggled desperately. His arms folded back unnaturally, and with a raise of his hand, he tore the two black-robed figures into pieces.

The black robes fell to the ground, but they were just shredded paper figures. The boards in their hands were nothing more than two black willow branches.

But before he could do anything else, two more black-robed figures walked out, completely ignoring the Meng family's second young master's ferocity. They still raised their boards and struck, with countless others lined up behind them in a hazy mist.

The second of the Four Great Town-Year Incantations, the Torture Incantation.

"How dare you humiliate me so?"

The Meng family's second young master was extremely shocked and angry. His voice seemed to be mixed with some other being's dissatisfaction.

That was their Meng family's ancestor. This ancestor seemed unmoved by emotions of the mortal world, unconstrained and unknowing. However, this humiliation that transcended status would cause it to react, venting out with the Meng family's second young master's roar.

And merely this venting affected Hu Ma's entire altar. The two black-robed figures rapidly dissolved in this roar, turning back into two paper figures.

Even Hu Ma couldn't withstand this roar, taking a step back.

The knife at his feet emitted a "chi" sound, half-drawing itself out.

The altar was almost on the verge of being destroyed, and Hu Ma's spirit was shaken by this roar. He could only resist it, borrowing the power of his own natal spirit temple as a reincarnated being to counteract the impact on his spirit.

"This thing really has some punch..."

Amidst the Meng family's second young master's struggles and roars, Erguotou, Monkey Wine, and Miss White Wine, in the three directions around Hu Ma's altar, each guarded their positions.

They could feel the rolling Yin winds stirring around them. They also heard bursts of wailing and thunderous angry voices from time to time, but they gritted their teeth and held on. Their spirits had repeatedly shown signs of collapse, but they relied on their natal spirit temples to withstand the pressure.

If ordinary people used strange techniques to cut off this world, even if they cast the technique, they wouldn't be able to withstand it. The Meng family's ancestor's gaze was too heavy, but the reincarnated beings' natal spirit temples could guarantee that they could do this.

"You can't escape..."

After taking a step back, Hu Ma immediately stepped forward again, stepping on the knife hilt and pressing the knife back into the mud.

The altar, on the verge of collapse, was stabilized again at this moment.

And he stared intently at the current Meng family's second young master, the incantation in his mouth changing again, becoming peaceful and serene, unlike human speech, but like the sun shining on the earth.

The third of the Four Great Town-Year Incantations, the Dissolving Incantation.

The Meng family's second young master, and the thing inside his body, were trapped by Hu Ma's altar and had already become crazed, the Yin energy surging and about to tear everything apart.

But as this incantation emerged, everything in the altar was touched, as if countless people were chanting spells in his ears at the same time. His body was rapidly withering.

The magic power he had borrowed was uncontrollably dissipating rapidly.

"No, no..."

At this point, the Meng family's second young master reacted. The ancestor's magic power in his body weakened, and he became slightly more sober. He suddenly understood the key, staring intently at Hu Ma and shouting loudly:

"It's impossible for anyone to block the ancestor's gaze, and it's even more impossible for anyone to dissolve the ancestor's magic power..."

"You..."

He asked in a trembling voice, almost with endless horror: "Are you from the Hu family, or...or those reincarnated evil spirits?"

Hu Ma smiled at him, not answering. He suddenly changed again, the incantation filled with murderous intent and baleful aura.

The fourth of the Four Great Town-Year Incantations, the Killing Incantation.