Chapter 3367 White Moon Cauldron

Eight-Faced Yama thought that he had poisoned all of us to death with the corpse poison and miasma, and was overjoyed to see us lying on the ground one by one. Unfortunately, his joy turned into sorrow, and he fell directly into the magic circle set up by Yuankong and I. Now he can't escape even if he has wings.

At this time, the Eight-Faced Yama did not know the seriousness of the situation.

He foolishly thought that after we trapped him, we would go in and fight him.

I really think too much.

There is obviously a better way, why should we fight with him?

Yuankong and I reinforced and rearranged the magic circle that trapped the Eight-Faced Yama, turning it into a terrifying killing formation.

After everything was arranged, Yuankong and I each took a few steps back and looked at the Eight-Faced Yama again.

At this time, Eight-Faced Yama should have also felt the aura of this magic circle, which was definitely different from before, because the Qi field in the magic circle was surging and full of murderous intent.

After feeling this terrifying aura, Bamian Yanluo almost collapsed. He shouted towards me, "Young man, how about we make a deal? I have a magic weapon called the White Moon Cauldron. This cauldron has swallowed up the cultivation of hundreds of masters. As long as you are willing to let me out, I will give you the White Moon Cauldron. What do you think?"

"You really have this thing?" I pretended to be surprised.

"Really, there is. You should have seen it just now..." As he said that, Eight-Faced Yama took out the small tripod and shook it at me.

"As long as you let me out, I will give you the White Moon Cauldron, which will surely greatly enhance your cultivation. What do you think?" Even at this point, Eight-Faced Yama was still holding on to hope.

I chuckled, "Ba Mian Yan Luo, are you scared silly? Even if I kill you, this White Moon Cauldron will still be mine. Why would I take off my pants to fart and cause myself trouble? If I let you out and you run away, won't I be left with nothing?"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the Eight-Faced Yama turned black: "Don't worry, I won't run away. I swear to heaven, as long as you let me go, I will give you everything..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. You have done so many evil things in your life, and I am your retribution. Don't worry, I will send you to death immediately. The magic array I have set up now is called the Nine Killing Array of Heavenly Punishment. It has nine killing moves that receive the power of the five elements of heaven and earth and continuously attack you, over and over again until you are killed. Now you can slowly start to enjoy it." I smiled.

"Kill him, we must kill him. He has killed so many of our fellow disciples. He must not die a hapless death." An old Taoist priest from Jinggong said gritting his teeth.

Immediately, I formed seals with my hands and activated the magic circle.

After a moment, the Qi field in the magic circle surged and began to breed a killing move. At the beginning, a blue flame rose in the magic circle. The flame became more and more vigorous and began to sweep towards the Eight-Faced Yama.

Eight-Faced Yama now knew that it was useless to say anything, so he simply took a few steps back, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to make seals with his hands. Suddenly, a strong evil spirit emanated from his body, covering his entire body.

After the strong ghost aura on his body emerged, it could indeed provide great resistance to the blue Netherworld Fire.

The flame burned for a few minutes, and then it began to change its killing move. A large group of densely packed swords of air quickly condensed out of the magic circle, buzzing, and then stabbed towards him at the same time.

After the sword energy, blue lightning appeared in the magic circle again, crackling and quickly spreading towards him.

In addition to these, there are many other killing moves. If it were an ordinary practitioner, he would probably not be able to withstand even one killing move.

But this Eight-Faced Ghost King was no ordinary person. He had a high level of cultivation and was full of ghost energy. Several killing moves from the magic circle were launched at him one after another, but he was still sitting there motionless, and the ghost energy around him became more and more vigorous.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but secretly feel fortunate that I didn't act impulsively and go in to fight him to the death, otherwise my life would be in danger.

But it doesn’t matter. This killing move can be used over and over again. No matter how deep his cultivation is, dealing with so many killing moves will definitely cause great exhaustion to him.

I just don’t believe that his spiritual power can be exerted continuously.

Seeing how powerful the Eight-Faced Ghost King was, the martial arts masters who were captured by him were also a little surprised.

After waiting for a while, the nine killing moves in the magic circle had been executed.

When he looked at the Eight-Faced Ghost King again, he found that the ghost aura surrounding him had become much thinner.

I saw Zhang Qing'an also staring at the Eight-Faced Ghost King. He was from the Yinshan Sect and also practiced the art of refining ghosts, so I leaned over and asked, "Old Senior Zhang, how long do you think this Eight-Faced Ghost King can hold on?"

"This man's cultivation is truly unfathomable, but judging by the current situation, he can only last until the third round at best." Zhang Qing'an said lightly as he looked at the Eight-Faced Ghost King.

With his words, I felt relieved.

After a while, the second round of attack began. The Eight-Faced Ghost King could still withstand the first few killing moves, but when the seventh killing move appeared, the Eight-Faced Ghost King began to waver.

What I didn't expect was that at the critical moment, the Eight-Faced Ghost King took out the White Moon Cauldron from his body, threw it, and it landed on his head.

A ball of light suddenly burst out from the White Moon Cauldron, enveloping the Eight-Faced Ghost King and beginning to continuously transmit energy into his body.

When I saw this scene, I was so anxious that I slapped my thigh.

Originally, I wanted to cripple the Eight-Faced Ghost King and then absorb the energy in the White Moon Cauldron, but I didn't expect that the old guy would use it in advance.

Well, this trip was in vain. The White Moon Cauldron is far inferior to my Blood Refining Ball. There is no use for me to keep it.

But then I changed my mind and thought that after devouring Eight-Faced Yama's cultivation, I could make up for my loss, and I immediately felt that I had made a profit.

When the energy in the White Moon Cauldron was transferred to Eight-Faced Yama, the eerie ghostly aura shrouding him became even more vigorous.

This can only help relieve some of his pressure. As long as the magic circle is still there, he will continue to be weakened.

When he is seriously injured, I will break the magic circle and absorb his cultivation.

At that moment, I called Brother Gu and Xiaopang over and took out some food and drinks from the Dragon-Tiger Mirror, such as peanuts, sausages, and some white wine. While eating and drinking, I watched the Eight-Faced Yama suffer in the magic circle. It was an extremely sour feeling.

The Eight-Faced Yama has been plotting against others all his life, but he never expected that today he would fall into the hands of me, Wu Laoliu.

Xiaopang was even funnier. He held a chicken leg in one hand and Maotai in the other, and kept swaying in front of Ba Facing Yama, mocking and ridiculing him, making Ba Facing Yama so angry that he almost vomited blood.