"What?"

In a flash, he had broken through the White Bone Human Demon's obstruction!

Looking at the overwhelming saber light, the black-clad Daoist's expression changed drastically, and the hairs on his body stood on end. An intense sensation of sharpness spread throughout his body.

This saber light was unbelievably sharp. The magical energy field around him was almost instantly shattered, reaching his body.

In an instant, an unprecedented sense of mortal danger filled his heart.

Talismans,

Spells,

Magical energy!

Move!

The black-clad Daoist's eyes were about to split as he frantically stirred his magical energy.

However, how rich was An Qisheng's combat experience, and how fast was his speed?

Moreover, in that moment of pausing, he had already entered a dream and understood all of the black-clad Daoist's methods!

With one saber strike, no matter how many spells you had, there was no room to use them!

Chi chi chi~~~

In just an instant, the invisible magical energy field had been cut into complete fragments by the Wang Quan Sword's divine intent infused into the firewood chopper.

Then, the saber light was like a prison, like a sea, instantly engulfing the black-clad Daoist!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

A miserable, ghost-like howl broke through the night sky, echoing throughout the entire Little Zhang Village.

"This, this..."

Hearing that tragic cry, even Sa Wuling, who deeply hated the black-clad Daoist, couldn't help but shiver.

He couldn't imagine what kind of pain he was enduring to be able to scream so miserably.

Whoosh~

It seemed like only an instant, and the saber light had disappeared.

Sa Wuling swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked over.

He saw the black-clad Daoist standing straight, but he had already lost his breath.

As the night wind blew, his black clothes instantly fluttered.

Then, large pieces of flesh and blood flowed down from his limbs and torso like water.

In an instant, he had become a blood-red skeleton!

This was one saber strike?

Even Sa Wuling, who had seen countless corpses in his life, felt nauseous in his stomach and couldn't describe his feelings.

He looked at An Qisheng.

In the night wind, he stood with his saber, the White Bone Human Demon's fierce claw reaching out and stopping less than an inch from his back, losing control because its master had died.

It seemed to have been carefully calculated.

"S-Senior..."

Sa Wuling's scalp tingled, and the way he looked at An Qisheng was as if he had seen a ghost or god, and the respect in his heart doubled.

His limbs felt a little weak for a moment.

This, this senior, was not a kind person. He was too ruthless.

"After receiving the talisman, this layer of magical energy field is quite interesting..."

An Qisheng glanced at the black-clad Daoist's soul, which was floating above the skeleton with a twisted and ferocious expression, in extreme pain, and seemed thoughtful.

Killing with one saber was the same as killing with a thousand sabers. He didn't think that a thousand sabers were more satisfying than one.

The reason why this saber strike was so ruthless was naturally because of the black-clad Daoist's magical energy field.

In this world, cultivators have the saying of Nine Gates to Heaven.

The first gate is Nourishing Qi. At this gate, one can only strengthen the body, prolong life, and at most be a match for a hundred people. Like Sa Wuling, who is so ordinary that his fists and feet are not as good as those in the martial world, are common.

But once one receives a talisman from the heavens and steps into the second gate, Receiving Talisman, they are no longer comparable to mortals.

Once magical energy is condensed, the body will automatically generate a magical energy field that is impenetrable to ordinary people.

This energy field is not only impenetrable to swords and spears, but it will even automatically recover. Therefore, An Qisheng's one saber shattered the entire magical energy field, and naturally also chopped his body clean.

Like a peeled banana.

"My body, my body! Ahhh! You're so ruthless! So ruthless!"

The black-clad Daoist roared ferociously, his soul stretched out, wanting to fight An Qisheng to the death, but he was pinned to the ground by his casual saber strike.

The soul was ethereal, and the firewood chopper was solid.

However, the substantial firewood chopper pinned down the ethereal soul. This scene made Sa Wuling feel uneasy again.

He had seen that firewood chopper before, and there was nothing magical about it.

Could it be a magical artifact?

"Bai Gu Zi, compared to what you've done, what is this?"

An Qisheng's expression was indifferent.

Before, when he entered Bai Gu Zi's dream, he not only tested his methods, but also caught a glimpse of what he had done before.

Controlling people to kill their blood relatives, putting people in oil pans inch by inch, peeling off their scalps, pouring liquid metals like quicksilver into them alive... Each and every one of them was a vicious method that he had never seen before, even after crossing two worlds.

To say he was a beast would be an insult to beasts.

"Let me go, or you will die too, you will die a terrible death!"

Bai Gu Zi's soul twisted and screamed.

Bai Gu Zi was gradually going mad.

This was not because he had suffered a great blow, but because there was too much resentment and bad luck in this world. When the soul was in it, it was like a drop of water dripping into a sea of ink, which was easily affected and even assimilated.

In the end, it would become an evil ghost with only madness and slaughter.

"Bai Gu Zi, from Yantai Prefecture, Daqing Dynasty. He studied literature as a child, but failed. Then he practiced martial arts, but failed again, wasting all his family fortune. In frustration, he obtained a incomplete secret manual of a heretical sect and secretly cultivated it for forty years..."

An Qisheng glanced at him indifferently:

"You cultivated this White Bone Human Demon Art, using the bones of your blood relatives, right? You have no mother, and your father raised you. It seems that this skeleton is your father's!

Now, you have no relatives, no friends, and no sect inheritance. You can be said to be a lonely ghost.

Am I right?"

"You, you..."

Bai Gu Zi's soul trembled, sometimes stretching out, sometimes leaning back, sometimes rushing up, but it was pinned to the ground by the firewood chopper and could not touch even a sleeve of An Qisheng.

"Who are you, who are you? How could you know? How could you know?"

Bai Gu Zi was shocked beyond words.

No one else knew these things at all. He had even forgotten some of them himself. How could this person know?

Who was he?

An Qisheng naturally wouldn't answer. He flicked his foot and held the fist-sized incense burner in his palm. With a casual shake, Bai Gu Zi was taken into it amidst his violent struggles.

"Who are you?"

The incense burner trembled, and Bai Gu Zi let out an unwilling roar:

"You can't be an ordinary mortal, it's impossible!"

"Bai Gu Zi..."

Ripples appeared in An Qisheng's eyes, and the information from the Dao Yi Diagram reappeared:

Consuming 199 points of Dao Power...]

Bai Gu Zi: 67/162 (The former is the present, the latter is the death span)]

Original Trajectory One: Born in the Human Realm of the Huangtian World, Yantai Prefecture, Daqing Dynasty. His birth cursed his mother. He failed in both literature and martial arts as a child. Later, he obtained a incomplete secret manual of a heretical sect. He used the flesh and blood of his close relatives as sacrifices to receive a talisman from the heavens. Then he traveled around, using the essence and blood of countless people to nurture a peerless human demon...]

In the 97,690th year of Huangtian, on the eve of the Youming Prefecture Lord's Sacrifice, he was killed by Bai Wuchang Xie Qi.]

One hundred and ninety-nine points of Dao Power!

This was one of the reasons why An Qisheng kept him alive.

The information collected on this Bai Gu Zi was as high as two hundred, almost one-fifth of the Zombie King Zhu Shang. There was no need to think about it, he was supposed to be a prominent figure in the next hundred years.

Of course, that was the original.

"Youming Prefecture Lord's Sacrifice..."

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a long breath and picked up the firewood chopper.

According to Bai Gu Zi's memory, he also understood the words he heard when the strange Yin God came three days ago.

It was the Youming Prefecture Lord's Sacrifice!

Those Yin spirits seemed to be one of the sacrifices for this grand sacrifice...

Using souls as sacrifices?

Preparing sacrifices a hundred years in advance, what kind of sacrifice would this be?

"I, how am I here?"

"Ah! Dead people, dead people!"

"Skeletons, skeletons, monsters!"

As the mesmerizing incense dissipated, hundreds of villagers in front of the ancestral hall woke up one after another.

Seeing the living corpses, skeletons, and stinky blood in front of the ancestral hall, they were all scared out of their wits and fled frantically.

Even with Sa Wuling's high prestige, it was almost dusk when he had explained everything clearly.

"This old man thanks the Dharma Master for saving my life!"

"Thank you Dharma Master for saving my life!"

"Dharma Master..."

After waking up, the villagers were still afraid, but they all stepped forward to thank him, offering various foods and silver.

An Qisheng declined the silver, accepted the food, and left Little Zhang Village. Behind him, the tall White Bone Human Demon followed closely.

This White Bone Human Demon condensed Bai Gu Zi's forty years of cultivation, and even without a master, it was still a great threat to ordinary people.

Naturally, he had to take it away.

Behind him, Sa Wuling pushed a wooden cart loaded with grain, vegetables, and even some melons and fruits, struggling to keep up.

This time, the talismans he had accumulated were almost exhausted.

He could only push it himself.

Back at the Yizhuang, Sa Wuling was very diligent, arranging the grain and vegetables neatly, and then started cooking with all his might.

His mood was great after resolving the White Bone Human Demon.

This way, when the ten-year term was up, he would be able to join the Heavenly Will Sect under the recommendation of the imperial court and obtain the method of "Receiving Talisman."

Woof woof~

The yellow dog kept circling around the White Bone Human Demon, looking at the latter's jade-like bones, which still emitted a faint blood-colored light, and drooled all over the ground.

The White Bone Human Demon that Bai Gu Zi had condensed for forty years contained magical energy fluctuations, which were naturally a great attraction to this yellow dog, which showed signs of intelligence.

The man and the dog were busy.

An Qisheng ignored them and sat on a long bench in the yard, cleaning up his spoils.

Bai Gu Zi had cultivated for forty years, so he naturally had some savings, but the living corpses and little ghosts had all been killed, so there was very little left.

Besides some silver, there was the incense burner that could hold souls.

This incense burner was also used by Bai Gu Zi to extract the souls of others. Of course, now it was the place where his soul resided.

"The White Bone Human Demon Art of the Heretical Evil Dharma..."

An Qisheng's eyes were half-open and half-closed as he digested Bai Gu Zi's memories.

A heretical cultivator who had received a talisman naturally knew more than an inferior Daoist like Sa Wuling.

The cultivation of the Huangtian World is divided into the Nine Gates to Heaven.

The many cultivation manuals are divided into five types: Formulas, Methods, Codes, Sutras, and Daos.

This Heretical Evil Dharma seems to be in the second level, but in fact, in this Huangtian World, it is already an extremely profound manual.

This White Bone Human Demon Art can also achieve the eighth gate to heaven, the Primordial Spirit Realm!