The situation was set, and the twenty meters long blue shadow in the rouge river, after gathering the filth on both sides of the riverbank, mixed with the rouge river water, turned into a whirlpool over fifty meters long, rushing out of the water.
As a fifth-grade demonic creature, leveraging the Yin energy of the Zhongyuan Festival, the inherent water vapor of the rouge river, and the water whirlpool condensed from the impure qi of men on both sides of the river, it rivaled a third-grade entity.
In the dark night, this water whirlpool rushed towards the outer north gate of the Demon Suppression Bureau, where a proudly standing man in a red robe was stationed.
It wasn't that they didn't want to attack other positions, but the north gate of the Demon Suppression Bureau was the weakest, guarded by only one formidable entity.
As the ghost gate opened and Yin energy gathered, this formidable entity, when fully utilized, could match the power of a third-grade entity. Other positions had formations capable of suppressing second-grade entities.
At this moment, in the western sky, the figure of Lord Qiu, the deputy pacification official, disappeared and reappeared at the intersection of the city wall outside the west wall and the moat with the rouge river.
A crimson ancient talisman, with a wave of Lord Qiu's hand, flashed at the entrance of the rouge river and disappeared.
Golden light burst out like the incoming purple aura, and rays of yang energy exploded from the talisman, directly dispersing the surging Yin energy.
Following that, Lord Qiu gestured with a sword technique, and the half-peach wood sword behind him pointed in eight directions on the water surface before plunging straight into the water.
A loud 'bang' echoed, and the turbulent flow of the rouge river, over ten meters wide, was severed out of nowhere, taking a while to recover.
However, in this newly flowing river water, there was no longer any Yin energy.
After completing all of this, Lord Qiu traversed the air and flew towards the direction of the Demon Suppression Bureau.
At the moment of the talisman's explosion, it happened to be when the three giant snakes were halfway through their flight, and the severed Yin energy caused them to shrink.
Before this monstrous creature could react, on the large blue stone at the north gate of the Demon Suppression Bureau, a row of red fonts turned into streaks of red light, swiftly flying out, severing all three snake heads.
The heads fell to the ground, shattering into fragments of water droplets flying in all directions, dispersing into waves of mist.
Over twenty figures suddenly appeared in the mist, looming.
In the middle was an old woman with a slightly hunched posture, holding a dragon-headed cane.
A sharp, cold voice echoed softly: "Wang Qingzhi, fourth-grade, can't stop me! Qiu Datong cut off the source of Yin energy, right? What's the matter, don't want the road to the underworld anymore? The formidable entity is injured by the impure qi, and tonight, it's afraid it can't make a move. What do you have to block me?"
The man standing at the north gate was Wang Qingzhi, the pacification official of the Demon Suppression Bureau.
With his left hand behind his back and his right hand tightly gripping the three-foot Green Peak sword, he praised loudly: "Impressive, you guys have figured out the routine of the Demon Suppression Bureau, haven't you? Who told you?"
The old woman with wrinkles all over her face laughed wickedly: "Ask your high humpback, the Demon Suppression Bureau is just like this."
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Pointing the three-foot Green Peak at the old woman, Wang Qingzhi's red robe fluttered, and in his cold voice, there was a touch of grandeur: "Liu Qiancang, only you of the Liu Immortal Clan? Not enough."
The old woman called Liu Qiancang chuckled: "Hahaha, how could that be possible? The Liu Immortal Clan dare not move against your Demon Suppression Bureau, but what if we add the Fox, Yellow, White, and Black Clans?"
Lord Qiu shook his head: "Still not enough."
"Fifteen demons!"
"Not enough." "What about the Rakshasa ghosts?" "Not enough." "Two hundred demonic cultivators!" "Not enough!" "Second-grade demons!" Liu Qiancang's anger surged. He was not afraid of Lord Wang knowing the details. Today, using sheer force to suppress the cunning strategy, he broke through myriad tactics with one punch. Playing with tricks, they couldn't match the Demon Suppression Bureau.
Lord Wang nodded, curious, and asked, "This matter has nothing to do with the Black Mountain and White Water. Tell me, are these methods from the Buddhist country or the techniques of the sect's sacred land?"
Looking at the man in front of him, who showed no signs of panic, Liu Qiancang was anxious, "You better worry about how you'll die. As for who is behind this, I've said it, go ask that hunchback."
At this point, Liu Qiancang's old head rotated 180 degrees, shouting towards the northern sky, "What are you waiting for?"
However, contrary to what she expected, nothing happened.
Lord Wang stood there calmly.
Swinging the three-foot Green Peak in his hand like a sword flower, he casually said, "Let me tell you. With you as the leader, there are twenty-three long snakes; Yellow-skinned came with fifteen, and they're almost done; Rats are quite a lot, seventy-six, already buried; Hedgehogs, eight of them, will be used as medicine tomorrow."
Liu Qiancang interrupted Lord Wang, "Impossible! The Demon Suppression Bureau only has one second-grade, guarding the forbidden land. This is absolutely impossible. Big Yellow is already on the way and will surely destroy the Demon Suppression Bureau tonight!"
"Old man, don't be in a hurry. Eight foxes, their fur is on the way. Fifteen demons scattered fourteen, and one escaped unharmed. Half of the two hundred demonic cultivators are lying in the mass graves now."
After a pause, Lord Wang continued, "You've been deceived. Is the Rakshasa ghost from the Big Huai Tree Village? We cut off its roots, so now, there are only three or four of you left? As for what you just said about the Yellow Nine Insects, I guess it has turned to ashes. I don't know if you can still recognize it."
Before the words had fallen, not far from Liu Qiancang, the mist cleared, and a slender monk in a black cassock slowly walked over.
"Namo Amitabha, the Demon Suppression Bureau always brings surprises. I didn't expect that little kid from back then to be third-grade now."
Looking at the black-robed monk in front of him, whose mouth didn't move, but everyone could hear his voice, Lord Wang was shocked, angrily asking, "Lao Liu, you dare to come back?"
The monk didn't say much, extending his hand to throw out a white spherical seal, identical to the Demon Suppression Bureau's.
The seal shattered into pieces, and the remaining Yin energy quickly condensed. In a short while, a ghost, several dozen meters tall, materialized in the air.
Watching this unexpected scene, Lord Wang was shocked.
The last one in the Hundred Ghosts' Night Walk, with a thousand years of cultivation, was a third-grade Night Shaker Ghost.
"Big Huai Tree Village, is it an illusion?"
The black-robed monk nodded.
Lord Wang's shocked expression faded away, admiringly saying, "What a skillful trick to deceive the heavens."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark energy shot from the northern sky. A slender and elegant man in white, holding a two-yard-long spear, appeared next to the black-robed monk.
"Wang Qingzhi, with me added, is it enough?" The man in white had a rough voice, with a playful expression.
At this moment, Liu Qiancang breathed a sigh of relief. With these two arriving, plus the third-grade Rakshasa ghost, today's situation was stabilized.
One was a traitor from the Demon Suppression Bureau, a third-grade in the Buddhist cultivation realm, the mad monk named Liu Mi.
The other was one of the three major sacred lands, a discarded disciple of the Sword Pavilion, wielding a spear on the path to the second-grade martial realm, the wild spear, Hong Xiaotian.
These two, along with the third-grade Rakshasa ghost, were enough to handle the Demon Suppression Bureau quietly, and at this moment, the Demon Suppression Bureau was undoubtedly weakened.
Even if the second-grade old man guarding the forbidden land came out, it would be a helpless situation.
This situation was unsolvable. One force suppressing ten, no matter how you calculated it, directly suppressing was the way to go.
Thinking of this, Liu Qiancang relaxed his expression, looked at the surprised expression reappearing on Wang Qingzhi's face, and taunted, "Wang Qingzhi, no matter how cunning and unscrupulous you are, how can you break through this situation of one force suppressing ten? Now, is it enough? Tonight, we will use your head to commemorate the eight hundred souls of the White Mountain and Black Water!"
Listening to Liu Qiancang's sharp questioning, Lord Wang put away the surprise on his face. He truly did not expect to catch this 'big fish'. He asked with a smile, "Anything else? Just this?"