Zombie Bodyguard Chapter 666 - 663: Magical Confrontation, A Sacrifice of Blo

Hellfire burrowed into his mouth and eyes, spewed out from his nostrils and ears, as well as every pore on his body, and the flas that were expelled reentered his orifices in a relentless cycle, much like the ghost ssengers in the Nine Netherworld using fierce fire to slt the sinful souls.

Lin Tian felt like he was being roasted on a furnace, no, not a furnace, just like the Demon Blade had said, he had been thrown into a Sword Furnace to be slted, and his entire world was nothing but fire.

When Sun Wukong was cast into the Furnace of Eight Trigrams by Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, it must have been like this, Lin Tian even had the leisure to think about the Monkey King from Journey to the West.

"Guizhong Yilang, Netherworld Fire burns the dead, using it against the living is taboo!" the Heavenly Master Girl said ominously.

"The Guizhong Clan does what defies the heavens, I don’t care about the will of heavens, why should I care about any taboo? This young man’s body is truly strong, I want to slt his soul, repair the Demon Blade, and then refine his body into a zombie, eventually making him my Shishen; it is his honor! Hahaha..." Guizhong Yilang laughed arrogantly.

At this mont, he looked at Lin Tian as if beholding a priceless treasure, seeing Lin Tian as a trove of treasure from head to toe.

"Lin Tian..." Ning Luoxi cried out and was about to rush over, but she was stopped by the Heavenly Master Girl.

She shook her head, signaling Ning Luoxi to calm her impetuosity, then with a wave of her hand, she threw out a talisman paper. Next, she made seals with both hands and chanted an incantation.

"Heavenly Master’s pardon, borrowing the Water God’s power, Ice Seal!"

The talisman paper flew and adhered to Lin Tian’s body, and in just an instant, a layer of ice ford all over Lin Tian; he had been sealed in ice by the Heavenly Master Girl.

"The Heavenly Master is so powerful, she’s stopped the Hellfire with ice!" Li Yue exclaid in amazent. She didn’t care about her age, indiscriminately calling soone sis, who knows, she might even be older than the Heavenly Master Girl.

Not just the Hellfire, I’m frozen too! Lin Tian was speechless; he felt a coldness throughout his body, his hands and feet frozen, unable to move. Now with cold outside and heat within, he completely understood what it ant to suffer from both extres. He knew the Heavenly Master Girl ant well, trying to use the Ice Seal Spell to extinguish the Hellfire.

"You think you can counter Hellfire with the Ice Seal Spell? Useless!" Guizhong Yilang said with disdain. He shouted, "Today, the Onmyoji of Japan will clash with the Demon Exorcists of Huaxia to see who is more powerful!"

He grabbed his wooden staff and forcefully thrust it into the ground, then made mystical seals with both hands and began to chant a spell rapidly.

"Nine Nether Ghost Order, borrowing the Netherworld God’s power, let the fierce flas burn!"

After Guizhong Yilang finished chanting the spell, his sword finger pointed toward Lin Tian. With a "bang," the ice shell encasing Lin Tian abruptly shattered, and the flas leapt over a ter high, burning even more fiercely, and the talisman paper on his body turned to ash, disappearing without a trace.

"Heavenly Master sister, hurry and chant the spell, the Hellfire has flared up again." Li Yue cried out in shock once more, appearing to have the tendency to beco a fan of the Heavenly Master Girl, just like Xiao Manxuan.

"Yue’er, don’t distract the Heavenly Master from casting the spell," Li Qingyun pulled Li Yue back, speaking sternly.

Lin Tian really wanted to spank Li Yue, I’m being burned alive here, and she’s shouting with such enthusiasm, where’s the civic duty, is it revenge for looking at you with lecherous eyes?

"To the Demon Exorcist from Huaxia, don’t think just because the Daoist traditions of Japan originated from Huaxia that you cannot compare to us," Guizhong Yilang said.

The Heavenly Master Girl didn’t respond to his words, instead, she solemnly took out a talisman paper, which was golden yellow and only the size of a palm, with intricate patterns of curved and twisted strokes.

She tossed a symbol paper, then placed her hands together in front of her chest to form a seal, her expression turning solemn as she began to pray devoutly.

"The righteous path in the human realm, heaven and earth bear witness, ghost gods wreak havoc, living beings suffer, heaven sends sweet rain, washing away the filth."

This ti, she did not seem to be chanting incantations, but rather was praying to the heavens. The symbol paper floating in mid-air suddenly ignited, and in the blink of an eye, not even ashes remained, as if it had dissipated into the world.

A warm breeze suddenly blew across the night sky, like a spring wind awakening all things. Without any warning, fine and dense drizzle began to fall above the barrier.

It was raining in clear skies, a phenonon that startled everyone present. Even more surprising was the fact that as soon as the rain touched the barrier, it penetrated through and drifted onto Lin Tian’s body.

The hellfire that had been raging over a ter high slowly diminished as soon as it encountered the rain.

Guizhong Yilang’s expression appeared relaxed, but his eyes were deeply serious. As an experienced Onmyoji with decades of practice and four Shishen to support him, he was actually being suppressed in the art of Dao by a young girl.

He had recently boasted to see whether it was the Onmyoji of Japan or the Demon Exorcists of Huaxia that were more powerful. Those words were still echoing in his ears, but now, it felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

Guizhong Yilang could even feel the mocking glances coming from behind him. Not only were the Fox Concubine and the Ghost Princess laughing at him, but even his own companion, Oda Manaka, was looking at him with a mocking intent.

He didn’t care about Oda Manaka’s mockery; although they were both part of the Sun Shadow Association, they were divisive in spirit, each harboring their own agendas. What he couldn’t stand was being mocked by the Female Demons.

In Guizhong Yilang’s view, Shishen were nothing more than Onmyoji’s pets, or even slaves. Being laughed at by the "slaves" he despised the most was a trampling of the Onmyoji’s honor!

Guizhong Yilang’s gaze darkened greatly as he said in a low voice, "Little girl, you forced my hand!"

He gritted his teeth and drew a dagger from behind him, the blade longer than his palm and painted entirely in black. The dagger’s design was very strange; the blade was slim and the handle ended in a skull with two rubies embedded in its eye sockets, which refracted blood-red light under the moon.

Four Black Robed n mirrored his actions, each taking out a similar dagger. Guizhong Yilang made a cut on his own wrist, and the crimson blood imdiately sprang from the wound, dripping onto the ground.

The four Black Robed n followed suit, neatly slicing their wrists with their daggers, but their blood was not red but an eerie black.

The blood from Guizhong Yilang and his four Shishen flowed, staining the stone slabs beneath their feet. Under the moonlight, it looked extrely terrifying, like an evil sacrificial rite.

"With my blood as a sacrifice to the Netherworld God, may connection to the Nine Nether be established and Divine Power descend," Guizhong Yilang recited each phrase, and with each phrase, the four black-robed n repeated it in unison.

The scene of self-mutilation and the bizarre incantations made everyone who witnessed it feel deeply unsettled. Lin Tian, however, wanted to curse out loud. A Demon Exorcist and an Onmyoji were battling over his body—one mont hot, the next mont cold—it was beyond uncomfortable.

He felt like a steel ingot, heated red-hot in the Sword Furnace to an unbearable heat only to be quenched in spring water, instantly turning ice-cold. The Heavenly Master Girl and Guizhong Yilang were like two master swordsmiths, forging Lin Tian into an unparalleled gemstone sword.

But Lin Tian really wanted to protest that he was not a hunk of iron.

Guizhong Yilang’s ritualistic Daoist art finally culminated, the prison barrier flashing a red light, and not a drop of the rain summoned by the Heavenly Master Girl could penetrate any longer.