The Lord of Void and Real

Chapter 109: Chapter One Hundred and Eight: Taking Charge in a Crisis

At this moment, he was surprisingly wearing a purple dress, his long black hair had turned into short purple hair that just grazed his ears. His eyebrows were like distant mountains in spring, his eyes reflected like autumn waters shimmering, a circular purple mark resided between his brows, making him resemble a charming and lovable girl.

What shocked Shen Luo even more was that there were small bone wings on her back, they were flapping up and down.

“Demon Race!”

A shocked cry erupted from Master Luo’s mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Shen Luo took a closer look and realized that where Gu Hualing’s eyebrows met was a skull mark the size of a fingertip, not a flowery ornament, and she was indeed emitting an incredibly strong demon aura.

“Too late to warn…”

Elder Master Wang gave a low shout, with a swing of his sleeve a short halberd shot out straight towards Master Luo’s chest.

Swinging his own sleeve, Master Luo also released a bronze coin sword that collided with the halberd.

An endless cacophony of clashing rang out in the courtyard, it was hard to tell which talismanic instrument was gaining the upper hand.

At this moment, the soil beneath Master Luo’s feet suddenly loosened, a ghostly white skeletal claw suddenly burst from the ground. “Shriek!” went as the claw slashed the skin on his leg, leaving visible bloody gashes.

Already poisoned and caught off guard by the ghost claw, Master Luo was thrown into chaos. Taking advantage, the halberd easily knocked away his sword and quickly shot toward his skull.

At the critical moment, a rumble of thunder echoed through the compound.

A white lightning bolt, the thickness of an arm, suddenly crashed down from mid-air, immediately causing the halberd to shake violently. It veered off course and embedded itself into the ground.

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the courtyard, everyone’s gaze was focused on Shen Luo.

No one imagined that this registered disciple, considered trash by everyone, would surprisingly display a thunder technique talisman.

Nervously looked down at his raised right hand, Shen Luo gave a bitter smile.

“Kid, you hid it well, I underestimated you!”

Wang Qingsong’s eyes turned icy. Black fog unleashed from his palm, it quickly condensed into terrifying ghost faces that lunged towards Shen Luo.

Seeing this, Master Luo blurred into motion, moving in front of Shen Luo. He quickly formed signs with his hands, then pushed forward with his palms.

Pure Yang power surged out from his signs creating a splendid light that obliterated the eerie black fog.

But once the light dissipated, Master Luo staggered backwards, his face awash with black Qi.

“Master Luo, are you okay?” Seeing this, Shen Luo asked anxiously.

“Didn’t expect you to self-learn talisman techniques. It seems I have underestimated you. Today, I will officially take you as my personal disciple, are you willing?” Master Luo looked at Shen Luo with a strange expression, pulled out a Dharma plate from his sleeve and said solemnly.

“Of course, I am willing. But shouldn’t we be trying to escape right now?” Shen Luo replied with a bitter smile.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Don’t worry, since I have taken you as a disciple, I will naturally find a way to save your life. I have a plan!” Master Luo chuckled, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of essence blood onto the Dharma plate in his hand.

As the Dharma plate fell to the ground, it burst into a brilliant white light that shot up into the sky forming a hazy column of light.

“Go!”

As he spoke, he slapped Shen Luo’s back, causing him to stagger into the light pillar.

Caught off guard, Shen Luo felt his body stiffen, completely bound by the white light and unable to move.

“Not good! Stop him quickly.” Elder Master Wang ordered sternly as he noticed this, as a surging black fog rolled out from his both sleeves.

Gu Hualing had already landed on the ground, she lifted her wrist and several white bone skulls sprang violently from the underground and pounced towards Master Luo.

At this moment, Master Luo did not speak, but his voice suddenly rang in Shen Luo’s mind:

“Take the token and seek your senior ancestor, quickly ask him for help.”

Before Shen Luo could understand what was going on, Master Luo had already thrown a palm-sized jade pendant into his arms.

The next instant, he felt a sensation of vertigo, the white light that enveloped him suddenly shrank, making him feel as if he had been compressed into the Dharma Plate, and his body disappeared from its original place.

Just as Master Luo breathed a sigh of relief, he was attacked by the surging black fog from behind.

Stepping on the Firmament Step again, he sprang forward, leaving his Taoist robe, which he had taken off, behind.

As soon as the black fog spread over it, the robes quickly rotted and turned into ashes.

“You go and kill that youngster.” Elder Master Wang said, his brows furrowed.

Gu Hualing hesitated slightly, swung her bone wings behind her, and was about to fly away.

“Monster, you shall not flee.” Master Luo shouted, waving his hand outward.

A light group flew from his hand, directly hitting the Eight Trigrams Mirror hanging over the head of the main hall door. The mirror immediately rotated downwards and reflected a ray of light which returned to the other bronze mirror inside the gate tower of the front courtyard.

There was immediately a light reflected from this mirror, which fell in the other parts of the courtyard, and the whole courtyard was wrapped in a field of light. Under the light, a huge Eight Trigrams phantom emerged on the ground.

As Gu Hualing was about to take off, she hit an invisible light curtain that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, and she fell back.

“Prohibition?” She said, her expression changing slightly.

“Forget it, a registered disciple is insignificant. We should deal with Luo first.” Wang Qingsong’s face was grim as he approached Master Luo step by step.

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Shen Luo only felt a sense of vertigo, as if his body was continuously falling downwards, and everything in front of him was a vast white light.

However, an instant later, his feet touched solid ground again, and the white light in front of him dimmed, but the intense sense of dizziness still hadn’t subsided.

He took a step forward, but he couldn’t remain steady, stumbling forward. He quickly reached out to brace himself against the front, and his palm touched a rough stone wall.

Once he steadied himself against the wall, the dizziness finally subsided and his vision returned to normal. He then realized that he had appeared in an unfamiliar, dimly lit stone chamber.

Several oil lamps hung on the four walls of the stone chamber. The flames, kindled by some unknown oil, emitted no smoke, just a faint, sweet scent.

Shen Luo’s gaze shifted, falling on a corner of the stone chamber, and his body immediately tensed.

Two strange figures in tattered black robes were seen there. They were enveloped in thick black fog, their bodies inclined and hovering in mid-air. Both of their arms were stretched forward as if they were going to pounce on something.

Shen Luo became alert and took a step forward. Peering through the gap between the two figures, he saw a thin old man in a gray-white Taoist robe with a Five Peaks crown, holding a magic spell in both hands, facing them off in the corner of the wall.