A master of metaphysics is farming.

Chapter 215 Hurry, as the law commands!

The pink petals gradually crumbled, Xiang He's mouth gaped open in astonishment, and the mirror image before her seemed to laugh through tears, "Miss... please remember to be extremely careful..."

Her voice was so weak it was barely audible, and her body fell into Xiang He's arms like a willow catkin.

"elder sister!"

He could hear Shuiyue's heartbroken cries in his ears, and before him stood Wulu's sinister face. He had somehow acquired a peach wood sword and was drawing talismans with his fingertips' blood.

"girl!"

A shout startled Xiang He awake. Da Chun and Er Xia had already been seriously injured by the two Taoists, but they were still dragging their incomplete Yin bodies to fight back. The Yin Blades of Three Autumns and Four Winters could only destroy a little bit of them. Now the Yin Blades were about to be dissolved by the power in the formation, and the two of them even wiped them with their hands.

They are evil beings; touching this formation can easily lead to their being devoured.

Xiang He snapped back to her senses, reached out and pressed down on Jinghua's back, using the seal to knock her back into the mirror in her palm. The talisman on her stomach was damaged by Jinghua, and she regained much of her strength. She suddenly stood up to stop Wulu.

With a forceful knock, she knocked the peach wood sword out of his hand, then swung her arm at his neck, but Wulu ducked to avoid it. "Forget about those ghosts, just hold this girl down!"

The two Taoist priests withdrew their peach wood swords and rushed towards Xiang He. Seeing this, Sanqiu and Sidong disregarded whether the formation would harm them and charged straight in.

The two of them stood behind Xiang He, blocking two Taoist priests. Xiang He kicked Wu Lu again, but unexpectedly, the other party was quite skilled and was able to fight back and forth with Xiang He.

Xiang He didn't dare to slow down, pressing Wu Lu step by step. As she punched and kicked, she had already approached the edge of the formation. Out of the corner of her eye, she was looking for the large umbrella. Wu Lu suddenly threw a punch aimed at her stomach, which hit her hard.

Xiang He hadn't expected him to be so strong. He knocked her backward and sent her flying. She landed heavily on the ground, her mouth tasting slightly metallic. After spitting it out, she quickly drew a talisman with her fingers smeared with blood.

"The sky is clear and the earth is bright, the primordial yang is at its peak..."

The small talisman emitted light, and the array on the ground gradually began to tear. Upon seeing this, the four ghosts immediately moved away from the array. As they watched the cracks on the ground extend towards the spirit, the spirit suddenly began to scream.

Wu Lu glared at her fiercely, then strode up behind the spirit, quickly forming hand seals and muttering something as he pressed two fingers firmly against the spirit's head.

The cracks in the ground stopped abruptly. Xiang He, not to be outdone, sat down and drew a talisman on his forehead with his middle finger, his hands quickly forming hand seals, chanting, "Heaven and Earth, Mysterious Ancestor, Root of All Qi..."

Her hands were covered in blood. As she formed the hand seals, a misty fluorescent light emanated from her body. When the incantation was completed, the light from the two combatants collided. Just as the two Taoists approached Xiang He, the collided light suddenly burst into a bright burst, forcing them to shield their eyes and retreat repeatedly.

While Wulu was still muttering, Xianghe suppressed the churning in her stomach, rolled up her sleeves, and drew talismans on her left and right forearms, three talismans on her body, corresponding to the Three Pure Ones.

Xiang He exhaled a foul breath, his eyes flashing with a sharp, cold smile, and he uttered a spell that stirred up a fierce wind.

"May the deep fragrance of incense respond to the heavens and earth, and may Heaven forever open the gates of Heaven..."

The entire second floor was no longer dark. The light created by the two people's incantations blocked out everyone else, except for Xiang He's figure, which was clear. Opposite them were Wu Lü and Jing.

The three seemed to be trapped in another space. Just as Xiang He's incantation stopped, beams of light, sharp as blades, pierced through and instantly knocked Wu Lü down.

The white light dimmed instantly, and Wulu collapsed to the ground, spitting blood. Jing let out a soft groan and fell limply to the ground, her chest rising and falling shallowly, but it was clear that she was still alive.

The two Taoist priests were shocked and immediately ran over to squat down and check on Wulu's condition. Xianghe's body also went limp, and she felt so dizzy that she wanted to faint. She supported herself on the ground with her hands to prevent herself from falling.

She turned around to look for the large umbrella, but saw a dark figure at the top of the stairs behind Shuiyue.

The figure was so dark that his clothes were indistinguishable, but one could see the menacing look in his eyes.

"Shuiyue, watch out!"

As soon as the sound was heard, Shuiyue turned around and a sharp blade gleaming with cold light was thrust straight down at her. Shuiyue quickly dodged to the side.

The man, wielding a sharp blade, continued to pursue her. In her panic, Shuiyue noticed a large umbrella beside her and hurriedly picked it up to defend herself. Just as the umbrella touched the blade, Shuiyue screamed and dropped it.

"it hurts!"

Shuiyue's hands were scorched by the fire, and the large umbrella slipped from her grasp. The newcomer's eyes gleamed, and he reached out to grab the umbrella. Seeing that he only wanted the umbrella, Shuiyue disregarded the burning on her hands, half-lying down and kicked the umbrella away.

When his toes touched the large umbrella, wisps of smoke rose up, and the umbrella was kicked back to Xiang He.

"Tsk! What a mess!"

Xiang He quickly grabbed the large umbrella, scrambled to his feet, and rushed over, using the umbrella to block the sharp blade. Shui Yue opened her large, watery eyes and wept.

She cried bitterly. Xiang He reached out and patted her head, using the hand holding the large umbrella to deflect another sharp blade. "Go take care of your sister."

"I'm so sorry, young lady... Please be careful in everything you do..."

Shuiyue disappeared from the spot with a sob in her voice, while Xianghe took a step back and gripped the large umbrella tightly.

A chill suddenly flashed in his eyes. "I didn't expect you to come too."

The newcomer was none other than Xiaoyao. The greed in his eyes for the large umbrella was obvious, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "I didn't expect you to be so capable, even managing to cripple Wulu."

Xiang He didn't turn around to look. She was standing outside the formation, protected by the four ghosts whose bodies were incomplete.

Wu Lu had completely lost consciousness. Now they still had to fight against two Taoist priests, Xiao Yao in front of them, and Ye Shu Yao hiding in the shadows.

Xiang He retreated along the edge of the formation, while Xiao Yao stared intently at the large umbrella in her hand. "Miss, why don't you give this umbrella to me? I'll make sure you leave safely and I won't harm you."

"If this umbrella falls into your hands, I'd rather die here."

Regardless of how this umbrella is used, just considering its power, if it were used for improper purposes, the resulting bloodshed would not be considered a major problem.

Not to mention that Xiaoyao is fond of controlling souls. If he finds an even more powerful method, there will probably be war every year.

"Since the young lady is unwilling, then I will have no choice but to take her by force."

As he spoke, he swung his long sword again, but Xiang He dodged it. Looking to the side, he saw that the two Taoist priests were also running over, and the four ghosts immediately protected Xiang He from behind.

With her worries temporarily gone, Xiang He suppressed her distracting thoughts and looked at him sternly, "I'd like to see what you've got up your sleeve this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoyao took out a small object from his pocket, put it to his lips and blew on it, and a black curtain instantly enveloped him.

A pair of red eyes opened, and its hands formed claws as it pounced towards He, grabbing He's shoulders. Its lips parted at a strange angle, and it actually grabbed her and flew into the magic circle.

Ye Shuyao had clearly lost consciousness, while the four ghosts beside her were being entangled by the Taoist priest.

Seeing them trying to come closer, he immediately said, "Don't come any closer!"

The four ghosts dared not approach immediately. They could not cause trouble for Xiang He now, so they tried to stall the two Taoists in different ways.

While Xiang He was being led into the magic array by Ye Shuyao, Xiaoyao immediately ran to Wulu's side to check on her.

Xiang He looked at Ye Shuyao in front of her, reached into her cloth bag with her free left hand, took out a talisman, placed it to her lips and silently recited a prayer, then raised her hand and placed it on Ye Shuyao's forehead—

"Urgent as a law."