Taiyi Windfire

The white-robed figure attacked without a word, clearly enraged by his oversight, but it also proved he didn't recognize Gu Zhao and the others.

The elder in brocade clothes relaxed, tidied his sleeves, took two steps back, and watched the situation unfold.

However, upon seeing Daoist Yansong whistle and conjure a gale, his eyes twitched. He carefully observed the people present, "Are they ghosts or gods, mages or demons?"

The wind conjured by Daoist Yansong contained spiritual energy, like fine grit, grinding and dissipating the ghost mist until it could no longer reform. In just a few breaths, the mist inside and outside the ancestral hall cleared.

The white-robed figure's expression changed as he finally noticed Bai Ke on Xiuniang's shoulder, "Is it you, you little fox?"

"It's me!" Bai Ke stuck out its tongue in a human-like manner, "Surprised? Shocked?"

"I didn't capture you last time, and you dare bring help now? Do you think this will kill me?" The white-robed figure glared at Bai Ke, clenching his right hand into a fist, but unable to fully close it.

"Die!" Seeing that the ghost mist was no match for Daoist Yansong, the white-robed figure lunged forward. Three-foot-long black nails instantly extended from his ten fingers, slashing towards Daoist Yansong's face and chest.

Although his attack was aimed at the face and chest, the white-robed figure's eyes never left Daoist Yansong's waist, where a long sword with a bronze hilt and silk wrapping hung.

However, before Daoist Yansong could draw his sword, he suddenly felt a wave of heat.

Looking up instinctively, the white-robed figure saw that the elder opposite him had changed his face again. Now, the face was red with golden, fiery cheeks, and an eye in the center of his brow, looking menacing.

At the same time, a ball of flame erupted from his mouth, mixed with the gale, instantly forming a wave of wind and fire that crashed down upon him.

As soon as his nails came into contact with the wind and fire, black smoke billowed from their tips, and the nails began to twist and deform, as if about to melt from the flames.

The white-robed figure was startled, his steps faltered, and he twisted his body to retreat, but he still couldn't avoid the oncoming wind and fire. He could only summon his chilling ghost qi to resist.

"What kind of fire is this?" the white-robed figure exclaimed.

He hadn't been attacked by flames before by people who had stumbled into this place. While ordinary flames could hurt him, they never gave him the terrifying sensation of being melted.

Seeing his spell's great power, Daoist Yansong was also invigorated and delighted. Hearing the white-robed figure's question, he stroked his beard with an air of mastery, "It's just Taiyi Windfire. You flatter me."

Daoist Yansong cultivated the Quanzhen Longmen Sect's classic Great Elixir Direct Guidance, and also practiced the Qingcheng Ancient Daoist Arts' Taiyi Fire Mansion Secret Method. Kidney water generates wood, wood generates wind, and wind fuels fire. Wind and fire emerge together, the two sect's scriptures complementing each other seamlessly, greatly increasing their power.

Furthermore, Daoist Yansong had cultivated for over fifty years, his True Qi and Mana deeper than Gu Zhao's, who had just gotten a power-up. With a full breath, he could continuously spew Taiyi Windfire, and even speaking didn't interrupt his spellcasting.

Gu Zhao couldn't figure out how Daoist Yansong managed to talk and spit fire at the same time.

Noticing the confusion in Gu Zhao's eyes, Daoist Yansong said proudly, "If I can watch my phone and ring a bell at the same time, what's so difficult about talking and spitting fire?"

Gu Zhao quipped, "The wind is too strong, the fire too fierce. It means your liver is overactive and your heart is restless. You should drink more chrysanthemum tea."

Daoist Yansong glanced at Gu Zhao, "Drinking chrysanthemum tea to cool down? Is that how you solve your own problems?"

Gu Zhao: "..."

While Daoist Yansong and Gu Zhao joked around, it didn't affect the casting of Taiyi Windfire. A tornado surrounded the white-robed figure in the center of the ancestral hall. Flames mixed with the wind, trapping him firmly. The white-robed figure tried to break free several times, but to no avail.

Seeing that Daoist Yansong's Taiyi Windfire only trapped the white-robed figure, and that he himself was not far from the battlefield, yet only felt a slight breeze and warmth, with not a single spark flying towards him, the elder in brocade clothes' eyes grew even more solemn.

Just then, an enraged roar came from within the Taiyi tornado of fire, "Break for me!"

BOOM!

Ghost qi surged, and a white shadow broke through the Taiyi Windfire, which had formed a tornado, landing beside the elder in brocade clothes.

However, the white-robed figure's appearance was not good. His face, which was once pale green and white, was now somewhat blackened. His clothes were disheveled, his hair scattered, and he looked quite disheveled, his ghost qi unstable.

"Quickly give me the Blood Spirit Pearl!" the white-robed figure said to the elder in brocade clothes, "I promise you!"

The elder in brocade clothes raised an eyebrow, but didn't speak immediately.

"Give me the Blood Spirit Pearl to restore the last trace of vitality to my Crimson Fiend Corpse Body!" the white-robed figure turned to Daoist Yansong and said menacingly, "Once my Crimson Fiend Corpse is complete, none of them will be my match. I will tear them to shreds, devour their souls, and condemn them to eternal damnation!"

Seeing the elder in brocade clothes hesitate, the white-robed figure added his final words, "That white fox is a Spirit Lord, not on your side."

At the same time, Bai Ke heard their conversation and couldn't help but say, "The Blood Spirit Pearl is a magic treasure refined by condensing the blood of living people. This old man is not a good person either!"

Hearing this, Daoist Yansong stopped testing his control and fine manipulation of the Taiyi Windfire. He whistled, and fierce winds and flames surged towards the white-robed figure.

However, the white-robed figure was too close to the elder in brocade clothes. The elder in brocade clothes waved his hand, and a blood-red bead flew out from his sleeve, landing directly in the white-robed figure's hand.

As soon as the bead appeared, a strong smell of blood filled the ancestral hall. The blood qi churned within, seeming to carry a trace of vitality.

Holding the Blood Spirit Pearl, the white-robed figure sneered at Daoist Yansong, "Old man, wait a moment, once I..."

"Lightning chases, heaven and earth are eyes. True Qi from all directions, electric light flashes."

CRACKLE!

Purple light flashed, and lightning struck instantly, hitting the white-robed figure in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the white-robed figure had just exerted his full power to break free from the tornado of fire. Not only was his appearance disheveled, but he was also quite injured. Being struck by lightning without any protection, his entire being almost disintegrated.

More importantly, he trembled violently, and the Blood Spirit Pearl in his hand flew out.

"Heavenly net spreads, covering all directions, capturing demons, no ghost can escape."

A spark flew, instantly igniting the Blood Spirit Pearl itself, then suddenly transforming into a net of fire, engulfing the Blood Spirit Pearl.

"Collect!"

Gu Zhao pulled his sword fingers, and the net of fire that bound the Blood Spirit Pearl into a ball flew towards him.

"No!" the white-robed figure screamed.

The elder in brocade clothes' expression changed. He reached out and grabbed. His right hand elongated seven feet, and he grasped the net of fire that was pulling the Blood Spirit Pearl back.

HISS--

Black smoke rose, and the elder in brocade clothes immediately recoiled in pain. A clump of golden fur grew on the back of his hand, then rapidly receded. "What kind of fire is this?"