Rural Strongest Little Divine Doctor

Chapter 1976: Soul Capturing Talisman

In the brief stalemate, the Blood Devil was already eager to make a move.Only to hear Blood Devil shouting, "I am going to unleash a massacre!"

If the Blood Devil rushes out for a sudden attack, it would be an ambush, and it might work.

But with Aunt Thirteen present, that wouldn’t be easy.

Luo Yang advised, "Miss Mo Ye, don’t be anxious. Wait for my command, when I tell you to join the battle, you come out and strike!"

Thinking he might die in battle here, he couldn’t help but feel a slight regret.

After all, he hadn’t seen Hong Jiaxin, nor could he return home to meet family and friends.

In this array, unable to escape, it’s akin to being trapped to death.

Engaged in battle with the Four Great Elders, there should soon be a large gathering of Eight Immortals Hall experts coming over.

This is considered the toughest battle of Luo Yang’s life.

When a person has no retreat, they can become calm.

Luo Yang was just like that; knowing the chances of surviving were slim, he felt relieved instead.

However, the curve of his mouth was colder, and his eyes half-squinted, gleaming sharply.

The Four Great Elders exchanged glances and nodded to each other, ready to attack.

It was then Aunt Thirteen suddenly exclaimed sharply, "Stop your hands, don’t kill him!"

While speaking, her figure whisked to Luo Yang’s side, and joined him in the fight.

"Aunt Thirteen, since you’re being irrational, don’t blame us for being rude. Let me deal with her, you handle him!" said the old guy with the white hair, engaging Aunt Thirteen in combat.

First, Elder Bai and Aunt Thirteen began to fight.

As expected, Aunt Thirteen was somewhat inadequate.

Just challenging Elder Bai was already quite strenuous for her, showing no signs of ease.

On this side, Luo Yang relying on the Shadow Fist didn’t need much defense.

The Shadow Fist automatically obtained defensive capabilities.

Previously hearing Aunt Thirteen made a phone call, estimated that the person she contacted could help.

If he can see Hong Jiaxin without lifting a finger, that wouldn’t be a bad method.

When he returns, he’ll rally the Tenth Mu Tan, Skull Fortress, and other forces, then come to destroy Eight Immortals Hall. This approach better aligns with the principles of survival.

Therefore, Luo Yang still did not allow the Blood Devil to assist.

Suddenly, a red light flashed before his eyes.

He focused his gaze to find that Elder Zhang was standing ahead holding two talismans.

Those talismans were peculiar, they illuminated without needing to be ignited, emitting a red light.

"Kid, don’t look! Those are Soul Capturing Talismans!" Aunt Thirteen shouted loudly.

But Luo Yang had already looked.

Initially thought it was normal, just his consciousness feeling a bit dazed.

However, Luo Yang’s Yin Spirit was poisoned by the Soul Dispersing Pill, inherently weak.

Unexpectedly his mind grew increasingly heavy, as if his neck was being pressed down by a thousand-pound jack, his trachea was about to be blocked.

His mind muddled, though he heard Blood Devil repeatedly asking, "Need me to join the fight?"

But Luo Yang could no longer respond.

Only saw three great elders with a Soul Capturing Talisman floating in front of each, six talismans casting red light intertwined into a light web like a spider web, with Luo Yang seemingly a prey stuck on it, unable to move.

Aunt Thirteen was anxious and angry, yet unable to free herself to rescue Luo Yang, could only fretfully shouting, "Kid! Kid!"

By observing the slight twitching of Luo Yang’s facial muscles, it could be inferred he was gritting his teeth resisting the power of those Soul Capturing Talismans.

Gradually, Luo Yang felt his physical strength slipping.

Suddenly, it seemed something inside was being pulled out.

From Aunt Thirteen’s angle, she saw Luo Yang’s Yin Spirit had detached.

The intertwined light web of the Soul Capturing Talismans was closing in, just like a net tightening at the mouth, trying to trap the Yin Spirit within.

Originally the Yin Spirit was already muddled.

Now touching that red light web was like getting scorched by a burnt iron, extremely painful, further muddling the mind.

It wasn’t that Luo Yang didn’t wish to command Blood Devil to fight, but he couldn’t.

Aunt Thirteen saw Luo Yang’s Yin Spirit being extracted, aware that Eight Immortals Hall intends to use Luo Yang’s Yin Spirit to refine a corpse puppet.

From what she knew, refining corpse puppets could potentially fail.

If unsuccessful, it means no one could persuade the Tenth Mu Tan.

And the Tenth Mu Tan firstly seeking would be Shi Sheng Palace.

Of course, Aunt Thirteen was nervous.

Moreover, even if refining corpse puppets succeeded, it wouldn’t necessarily have Luo Yang’s memories.

Externally resembling Luo Yang, internally possibly completely different.

In such a case, the Tenth Mu Tan would recognize it’s not the real Luo Yang and would then cause trouble first with Shi Sheng Palace.

With all these concerns, Aunt Thirteen shouted sharply, "Stop now!"

Elder Bai like an old vine tangled around Aunt Thirteen, giving her no chance to help Luo Yang.

"Aunt Thirteen, don’t meddle! We can handle this!" Elder Bai said coldly.

"Grandma Gu won’t fight you! Grandma Gu just wants to know if you have the confidence to refine a corpse puppet?"

While speaking, Aunt Thirteen leapt out of the combat area, standing a yard away.

Elder Bai sneered, "Almost certain, our Eight Immortals Hall refining corpse puppets—would it fail?"

Only to see Luo Yang’s physical body standing motionless, while his Yin Spirit struggled.

Testing all directions, but unable to break through the red light web.

The scope of the light web shrank more and more, like a tightening bag.

Seeing Luo Yang’s Yin Spirit about to be taken away, Aunt Thirteen suddenly raised her hand and released countless flying needles.

The flying needles sparkled in the air with dazzling colors.

"You!"

Elder Bai had no time to stop.

The positions where the two stood formed a triangle with Luo Yang at the three vertices.

The other three elders were focused on controlling the Soul Capturing Talismans, unable to block the flying needles.

Moreover, that was Aunt Thirteen’s specialty skill, not easily countered.

Shi Sheng Palace’s the Fairy Scatter Flowers, dreaded by the other nine major sects.

This wasn’t even the highest level of the Fairy Scatter Flowers; otherwise, the Four Great Elders couldn’t evade.

"The Fairy Scatter Flowers, dodge quickly!"

Upon hearing Elder Bai shouting, the three elders were both angry and anxious.

Clearly about to seize Luo Yang’s Yin Spirit, unexpectedly disrupted by Aunt Thirteen’s subplot, like an unexpected intervention.

If not retreating, they would be hit by the Fairy Scatter Flowers’ needles.

Must know that those needles are highly poisonous, said to have no antidote.

Once such rumors are true, getting hit by poison needles only means waiting for death.

Even capturing Aunt Thirteen, perhaps there’s no way to deal with her.

After all, she is the sister of Shi Sheng Palace’s Palace Master, killing her means becoming enemies with Shi Sheng Palace.

This is what other sects would not allow.

Furthermore, Eight Immortals Hall wants still to become in-laws with Shi Sheng Palace, thus cannot harm harmony easily.

Thinking of the bigger picture, even if one or two of the Four Elders were slain, Eight Immortals Hall and Shi Sheng Palace would not turn against each other completely.

Helplessly, the three elders could only retreat violently.

Without anyone controlling the Soul Capturing Talismans, their power weakened.

However, the red lights remained, still forming a web pattern, but expanded.

In such a manner, Luo Yang’s Yin Spirit could return to his physical body.

The feeling was peculiar, like two rubber strings of a slingshot being stretched out and suddenly snapping back.

Luo Yang’s entire body trembled, pain slammed into him.

As the Yin Spirit rebounded into the nine orifices, he appeared to radiate a surge of red mist, akin to blood light pulsing in and out of his pores, exceptionally vibrant.