Under a great reputation, there were no empty men; the Six-Word Evil Ghost Curse truly was wondrous to the extreme!
The green-faced, fang-toothed ghost creature gave off an aura that was no small matter. It, too, was an existence at the middle stage of Dongxuan.
"Senior Brother, Junior Sister, neither of you interfere. I, Wu, will personally draw out this brat's soul and refine his spirit," the Confucian scholar said through gritted teeth.
"Oh? You want to fight Lin one-on-one?"
The Confucian scholar did not speak again. Instead, he extended his right hand and drew a talismanic curse before his chest.
"Merge!"
Before his voice had fallen, the summoned Yinhun ghost creature suddenly shook its shoulders and shot forth.
Yet it was not attacking Lin Xuan.
Quite the opposite—it retreated.
Immediately after, an inconceivable scene appeared. It and the Confucian scholar actually became one; the two began to fuse.
Lin Xuan stared, tongue-tied. Was this also one of the seventy-two transformations of the Six-Word Evil Ghost Curse?
It was bizarre enough!
The fusion was clearly centered on the Confucian scholar. The feeling it gave was as if he had swallowed that Fierce Ghost.
Dense yin energy wrapped around his body, and within that yin energy, blood-red spiritual light flickered. It looked not only mysterious, but also carried several more strands of savage, vicious air.
Afterward, from his cheeks to his arms, pieces of bluish-gray scales emerged. His fingernails also became sharp, and even a third eye appeared on his forehead.
A ripping sound entered the ears. The clothes on his upper body had been torn apart, and in the very center of his chest, a green-faced, fang-toothed Ghost Face appeared.
Pa!
A tail like a whip extended from his back.
At the tip of that tail, cold light flickered, with