"Alert! Alert!"

"Detected beings from Hell Dao! ..."

"Detected beings from Hungry Ghost Dao! ..."

Accompanied by a strange, eerie laughter, a crimson Prajna appeared in the sky above the Rashomon Gate, gazing at the people below, it arrogantly laughed and said: "Go forth! Present flesh and blood sacrifices to the master!"

——"Ghoul."

A vast array of grotesque and bizarre demons emerged from the crevices between worlds, a glance showed a gray wasteland, with no telling how many there were.

A deep dragon's roar echoed.

Abe no Seimei's figure also appeared nearby, with the spectral forms of five or six Shikigami behind him; a phantom of a White Dragon gradually rose, roaring at those Evil Ghosts before leaping directly towards them.

"Hey!"

A loud cry like thunder erupted, and the Earthbound Yaksha under Rashomon suddenly jumped up, holding a large black fork in both hands, stabbing directly at the White Dragon before it. With a mournful cry, the White Dragon was pinned to the ground, though it was a formless body, yet it was trapped like a physical object. The Yaksha laughed heartily: "Just a mere River God! Daring to pretend to be a dragon!"

"Show me your true form!"

The aura on the White Dragon's body shook, its features belonging to a True Dragon — its horns and claws — gradually vanished, transforming into a serpentine white creature like a Jiao, but with a vaguely human-like face.

A barrage of talismans shot out.

Seeing the White Dragon trapped by the Yaksha, Abe no Seimei finally couldn't hold back, waving his hand and shooting out more than a dozen talismans, followed by a phantom of Yin Yang Jade appearing on his palm, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

The next second.

A thunderbolt descended from the sky, striking directly at the Yaksha.

This is the Thunder Technique!

However, unlike Su Ziyu's Spiritual Lightning, Abe no Seimei's Thunder Technique requires the aid of talismans to control it, making the casting time longer, unlike Su Ziyu who can summon it with a gesture. As for the power, that depends on the individual's capability.

Before Su Ziyu's Spiritual Energy reached LV6, the power of Thunder Strike was not even half of its current strength.

Rumble!

The Earthbound Yaksha, undeterred by the thunderbolt, charged towards Abe no Seimei, like a human tank, smashing through every building in its path. Behind it followed a horde of ghouls, thousands of vengeful spirits and evil ghosts surged out, and all around, ghostly flames rose visibly.

"Be careful!"

"It's Enenra!"

Wisps of smoke gradually appeared on the battlefield, forming a hazy and illusory silhouette. Within the smoke, there seemed to be dark red flames, accompanied by eerie wailing sounds, even the nearby vengeful spirits and evil ghosts dared not approach, and the Yakshas who initially rose into the air also avoided this smoke. In the legends of Fusang, Enenra is a demon that resides in smoke, also considered an embodiment of Hellfire.

It moved towards a monk, and in just a breath's time, when it drifted away, only a hollow corpse charred into a dry husk remained.

The entire Vermilion Bird Dao was in chaos.

The soldiers sent by the Fusang Imperial Family ran away in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only a few figures dressed as Samurai Generals, but these people could also use magic, with one even exhibiting techniques similar to those of ninjas.

"Heh heh!"

"Abe no Seimei! Long time no see!" Crimson maple leaves rose with the wind.

Among the swirling red maple leaves, a beautiful woman in a red kimono materialized slowly, her features were quite bewitching. First casting a playful glance at Abe no Seimei, she then bowed slightly, her tone tender as she said: "Since we last met, I've missed you greatly!"

"Why not let me take your life today, so you can always stay with me?"

——"Red Leaf Hunting!"

The red maple leaves, sharp as blades, left clear marks on the ground. The moment this beautiful woman appeared, she claimed the lives of several Yin Yang Masters, yet she seemed indifferent, her gaze fixed on Abe no Seimei.

Another Great Demon!

And one frequently mentioned in the legends of Fusang, the name of the Red Leaf Demoness was one even Su Ziyu had heard countless times.

Tap tap tap.

Shortly after the Red Leaf Demoness appeared, an extremely frigid north wind blew in from outside Kyoto, in the darkness a soft footstep sound was faintly audible, followed by a gentle female voice saying: "No, Lord Seimei should always be with me!"

"Lord Seimei! Come back to the snowy mountains with me! I will treasure you as the most important possession of my life!"

——"Snow Woman!"

In the distance, out of the darkness walked a woman in a pure white kimono, her voice exceedingly gentle, but her cold gaze remained fixed on Abe no Seimei.

Why are all these female ghosts targeting Abe no Seimei?

Originally intending to act, Su Ziyu quietly took a step back, thinking since Abe no Seimei attracted the attention of ghostly women, it would be better to let him draw the fire first. These two demons didn't seem to have much connection to the Netherworld, appearing purely because of Abe no Seimei, who knows who might have provoked them.

This looked like a love-hate relationship!

Su Ziyu found himself gloating a bit, ready to watch the drama unfold, but soon his smile faded.

"An Zhen?"

Amidst the chaotic battlefield, a gentle and questioning female voice clearly reached Su Ziyu's ears.

What the hell!

How did she show up too?

Su Ziyu shivered involuntarily at the sound of this gentle female voice, his whole body tensed, and his hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his sword, Meteor.

Qing Ji!!!

Su Ziyu was sure he hadn't misheard; after all, he had been burned to death by her more than ten times in the Dream World.

Tap tap tap.

A beautiful woman holding a white paper umbrella also appeared on the battlefield, her looks incredibly stunning and graceful as an Eastern maiden. Her long hair was styled into a high bun, adorned with jade ornaments, and a pure white robe adorned with peculiar cloud patterns enveloped her figure. She held a paper fan in her fair hand, appearing like a celestial being descended to earth.

This beautiful woman's appearance seemed to outshine the Red Leaf Demoness and Snow Woman, becoming the center of everyone's attention.

Her gaze was fixed intently on Su Ziyu in front of her, her expression seemed to convey excitement, panic, and a hint of guilt, her voice a bit soft and timid as she said: "Is it you, An Zhen!"

Steady now!

This was the moment to remain composed.

Su Ziyu, very calmly, glanced at her slightly, and replied slowly: "Sorry! You've got the wrong person!"

"It's definitely you! I won't be mistaken!" Qing Ji's expression bore a hint of excitement, her grip tightened on the white paper umbrella, murmuring: "Oh, right. You've been reincarnated. You don't remember me."

"But that's okay."

"We can start over; this time I'll definitely be a good wife!"

Don't come any closer!

Su Ziyu felt cold sweat forming on his back, maintaining a stoic expression he said: "You've definitely got the wrong person. My name is Su Ziyu, I don't know you, and I don't know any An Zhen!"

Suddenly.

An inexplicably terrifying northern wind whipped in yet again, and a soft footstep could be heard in the shadows. Then, a gentle female voice called out, "No, Lord Seimei should be with me forever!"

"Lord Seimei! Come back to the snowy mountains with me! I promise to cherish you as the most important treasure of my life!"

——"Qing Ji!"

A briefly emerged figure holding a white paper umbrella appeared on the battlefield, her beauty surpassing even that of the Red Leaf Demoness and Snow Woman, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Her gaze, full of a mix of excitement, panic, and regret, was locked onto Abe no Seimei. Her voice was soft and timid as she said, "Is it you, An Zhen?"

Stay calm!

Su Ziyu said in a level tone as he slowly turned to glance at her, "I'm sorry! You've mistaken me for someone else!"

"It's definitely you! I wouldn't mistake you!" Qing Ji said with determination, her hand gripping the white paper umbrella tightly.

Suddenly.

An exceedingly terrifying cold wind swept over. A Flying Yaksha, without warning, hurled a long blade at Su Ziyu. He was so focused on Qing Ji that he barely noticed in time to dodge, narrowly escaping with his life, though it mussed his hair.

This completely broke the conversation.

The next second.

An incredibly horrifying presence flashed across the assembled Flying Yaksha and Vengeful Spirits, and Qing Ji's figure appeared in the air. Holding her white paper umbrella, she looked icily upon the flying Yakshas and snorted coldly: "You dare to harm my An Zhen?"

A streak of a long white serpent tail flashed by!

Qing Ji's form appeared aloft in the air, grasping the white paper umbrella, her cold gaze focusing on the Flying Yaksha. With a cold sneer, she said, "You dare to challenge me? This is a death wish!"

Her figure burst into a white blur for a split second. She appeared in the sky with her hands on the white paper umbrella, casting an icy glare at the Flying Yakshas, snorting coldly: "You dare to harm my An Zhen? You are courting disaster!"

The figure of Qing Ji instantly appeared in the air, she held the white paper umbrella with an icy face fixed on those Flying Yaksha, sneering: "You dare to harm my husband? You are seeking death!"

A long white serpent's tail flashed by!

The form of Qing Ji suddenly appeared mid-air, holding the white paper umbrella in her hand, her icy gaze falling upon the Flying Yakshas, who let out mournful screams as one turned to a pile of charred ash in the blink of an eye.

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