Yan Hui Valley.
Zhao Family Great Immortal Temple.
Yin Qi spread through the entire temple, as though a gray-black veil had been draped over it. Everywhere the eye could see was dim, cold, and eerie.
Gray-black frost flowers quietly crystallized across the ground.
Fu Xuanxu stood suspended in midair, his hands continually forming one complicated Magic Seal after another. Yellow-brown talismans circled him, countless profound and inscrutable Cloud Seal Script writhing and intertwining across their surfaces. An invisible force crisscrossed around him, forming a small defensive array that shimmered with clear light.
In front of him, behind him, to his left and right, even above his head and beneath his feet, were all manner of bizarre Ghostly Beings, each steeped in Yin Qi.
"Hee-hee... hee-hee-hee... hee..."
Shrill, grating giggles rang without end. Pairs of malicious eyes stared fixedly at Fu Xuanxu as the Ghostly Beings whirled rapidly around him. Their soul-shaking shrieks and howls surged against the talisman array like waves, one after another.
The talismans floated in midair, their surfaces rippling with watery gleams.
The Ghostly Beings' faces were hideous, the malice in their eyes growing deeper. It seemed that at any moment they would swarm forward and tear Fu Xuanxu to shreds.
As they attacked with frenzied abandon, the Cloud Seal Script rapidly faded, growing fainter and fainter. In the span of a moment, one talisman, its Cloud Seal Script almost entirely gone, burst into blazing flames.
Fu Xuanxu's face remained expressionless. He took a talisman from his Storage Pouch with one hand and swiftly replaced it.
Soon, another talisman was on the verge of being exhausted.
As the Ghostly Beings struck without tiring, the talismans burned away at a furious pace, and Fu Xuanxu gradually found himself unable to fill the gaps in time.
The thick Yin