Talisman Control Art, Mao Jing's Master

Not only was I stunned, but Zhang Yuchen was also too shocked to speak.

Controlling talismans from twenty meters away—such cultivation was truly astonishing.

Just as the three talismans exploded, the green-robed Daoist leaped down from the ten-meter-high cliff.

Ten meters—that was the height of a three-story building.

An ordinary person would feel their heart race just looking down from there.

Yet the green-robed Daoist seemed light as a feather. He stepped onto the branch of a small tree halfway down the cliff.

With a slight push, he leaped again.

He soared over and landed eight meters in front of us without the slightest injury.

The moment he landed, he charged straight at Leng Bingshan.

Leng Bingshan was still coughing blood on the ground. Seeing the old Daoist attack, he staggered to his feet.

Meanwhile, the green paper effigy ghost suddenly burst into flames with a boom.

Then, a ghostly creature covered in bulging veins flew toward Leng Bingshan.

Once it reached him, Leng Bingshan opened his mouth and swallowed it whole.

It seemed that the true form of that green paper effigy fierce ghost was Leng Bingshan's natal ghost.

After all, the Yellow Springs Leng Family all raised ghosts within their bodies.

At critical moments, they could even use evil arts like Plum-for-Peach Substitution to take another's life in their stead.

After swallowing his natal ghost, he saw the old Daoist rapidly approaching.

Sensing the threat, he brought his hands together and shouted with bloodied hands:

"Yellow Springs Ghost..."

Before he could utter the word "Art," the green-robed old Daoist flicked out his whisk.

With a sharp crack, vital energy exploded.

The whisk lashed directly across Leng Bingshan's head.

With a crack, Leng Bingshan's head spun one hundred and eighty degrees on the spot, his neck snapping instantly.

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