Quick Transmigration: The Adorable Baby's Struggle

Chapter 245 My Mother is a Fortune Teller 30

In the grove, a fierce battle raged, with talismans and magical artifacts flying everywhere.

Sparks kept exploding, and several trees as thick as a bowl were snapped in half.

Branches and leaves lay scattered on the ground, creating a chaotic mess.

Lu Yingniang leaped and landed on the nearest poplar tree, gripping the trunk and standing at an angle, looking down at their magical duel.

She recognized the group and secretly plotted to get the village chief to demand compensation from them the next day.

So many trees have been destroyed; these are collective property.

"Uncle-Master, move aside!"

At this moment, two young disciples each held up a demon-suppressing talisman, one on the left and one on the right.

His body had already leaped into the air, about to be thrown at the demon.

Zhang Zaiming understood immediately, pushed off the ground, and retreated three meters away.

With a loud "boom," the two talismans exploded almost simultaneously, sending two bursts of fire soaring into the sky.

Everyone covered their eyes, and Lu Yingniang, who was watching from the tree, was also startled.

My goodness! That's incredibly powerful!

Sigh! If only my own talismans had half the power of theirs.

She had no idea that the talisman activated by the young Taoist priest was one she had sold before.

After the explosion, a Taoist priest, half-covered in blood and with disheveled hair, crawled up from the ground and fled into the depths of the forest in a sorry state.

As he fled, he held a copper bell in his hand and shook it frantically, making a "ding-dong" sound.

"Chase him! We must wipe out this evil Taoist priest today and rid the people of this scourge!"

The Taoists were greatly encouraged and cheered as they chased after them relentlessly.

This evil Taoist priest was quite powerful; he had held his own against their combined attack.

Fortunately, we had the demon-suppressing talisman left by the Great Master; otherwise, we really wouldn't have been able to deal with this evil Taoist today.

These heretical cultivators who follow crooked paths possess ridiculously powerful abilities.

It's true what they say: the righteous are one foot high, but the evil are ten feet high.

It can only be said that orthodox Taoist methods are indeed not as fast as these unorthodox and heretical cultivation techniques in improving one's cultivation level.

Lu Yingniang followed carefully behind the group, but she had no intention of going forward to help.

They know their own limitations; they only bully wandering ghosts with no origin.

Let's just forget about dealing with this kind of evil Taoist!

I really lack confidence and the ability.

After all, I haven't been practicing for long, and my cultivation method can only be considered a family tradition.

But they are the Quanzhen Sect, the number one sect, a prestigious and powerful school, far superior to me.

Lu Yingniang has a clear understanding of herself.

"Quick, chase after them! The evil Taoist is about to summon the infant spirit! Take advantage of this..."

Before Zhang Zaiming could finish speaking, he saw a little boy, all white, appear beside the fleeing Taoist priest.

Yao Yuanlin clutched his bloodied chest, staring in shock at the perfect infant spirit he had painstakingly nurtured after betraying his sect.

"How come you've shrunk so much? Who beat you up like this?"

Yao Yuanlin looked incredulous.

The infant spirit before them was more than half the size, and its aura was much weaker.

The infant spirit gnawed its teeth together, emitting a strange, monotonous cry of anger.

"Disciples, heed my command! Form the Eight Trigrams Demon-Subduing Formation!"

Zhang Zaifeng looked at the infant spirit blocking his way, its body radiating a ghostly white light, its eyes pitch black like black holes that sucked away souls, and it dragged its hands along the ground as it walked.

The whole thing looked eerie and terrifying.

For the first time, he felt a chill run down his spine; this infant spirit was far more powerful than the demon who had nurtured him.

Even Lu Yingniang, who was hiding behind the tree, couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine when she saw it.

What is this thing? Why does it look like this?

The Taoist priests in front quickly dispersed and took their positions according to the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) orientation, surrounding the demon Taoist and the infant spirit in front of him.

The Taoist priests chanted the scriptures in unison, and a righteous aura quickly spread through the woods.

Yao Yuanlin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneered, and shook the copper bell in his hand rapidly, shouting loudly:

"Today you will all die here and become the best food for my infant spirits."

Go! Kill them, devour their souls...

Yao Yuanlin pointed his finger, and the little boy, whose body was entirely white, vanished from his spot with a whoosh. When he reappeared, he was already behind a young Taoist priest.

Just as the Taoist priest was about to turn around and swing his sword, the little boy swung his hand and severed his neck.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the unclaimed head rolled to the ground, its wide-open eyes still showing shock.

"Junior brother, ah---!"

Several more screams followed, and the Taoists were thrown into chaos, their formations broken, and they began to throw their magical artifacts and talismans around haphazardly.

Flames suddenly erupted at the scene, and chaos ensued.

"Don't panic, maintain formation!"

Zhang Zaiming repeatedly reprimanded his disciples, when suddenly he felt a chill run down his spine and heard his senior brother shout from not far away:

"careful!"

He was so frightened that he rolled eighteen times on the spot. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large tree, as thick as a bowl, beside him being cut in half by the claws of the infant spirit.

Zhang Zaiming trembled with fear, his scalp tingling.

As he watched, his senior brother leaped into the air with his sword, unleashing a furious strike. A celestial sword aura slashed diagonally towards the infant spirit that had appeared behind the tree.

But the infant spirit vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only a broken tree stump.

Three disciples at the scene were already dead, and the others, who were injured, lay on the ground, groaning and struggling.

Zhang Zaiming rushed forward to help his disciple, while Zhang Zaifeng, holding a long sword, cautiously approached the sorcerer who was ringing the bell.

Lu Yingniang, who was watching from behind, was so frightened that she trembled and accidentally broke a dead branch under her feet.

Zhang Zaifeng turned his head and saw Lu Yingniang.

He stared in surprise, wondering how this woman could be here.

You've got some nerve! Is this the kind of show you can just watch?

Just as he was about to yell at the woman to get lost, a white figure appeared behind Lu Yingniang.

"careful-!"

Lu Yingniang immediately sensed something was wrong; the peach wood sword on her back inexplicably began to turn red and hot.

This has never happened before.

Hearing the old Taoist shouting at him urgently, she knew something was wrong. She quickly took out the demon-suppressing talisman from her bag and threw it behind her.

Before he could even throw it, he was struck on the back of the head by the peach wood sword, followed by a terrifying and chilling scream from behind.

Then, the demon-suppressing talisman that had been thrown out exploded nearby, bursting into a large ball of fire.

Lu Yingniang was thrown two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) away by the blast wave and fell to the ground.

She turned around and saw a white, human-shaped figure behind her, screaming and struggling in the fire.

He tried to escape the flames, but this fire was different from the previous ones; it could quickly burn away his soul.

"don't want-!"

The demon behind him suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire aura became weak and listless.

He struggled, rushed into the fire, and reached out to save the infant spirit.

In an instant, the infant spirit, with its mouth wide open and fangs bared, suddenly turned and bit his neck, its cheeks bulging as it devoured his life essence.

In a short while, the demon had turned into a dried-up corpse, which turned into human-shaped ash in the fire.

The tiny infant spirit, only a few months old, turned around and lunged at Lu Yingniang.

Yingniang was terrified, drew her peach wood sword, and swung it down.

With a single, diagonal slash, the sword cut from shoulder to hip, cleaving down the entire length as smoothly as a knife slicing through tofu.

The infant spirit stared blankly down, a blood groove slowly appearing on its chest, before exploding with a bang and turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist ignited the talismanic fire beneath their feet, and countless human-faced vengeful spirits wailed in the flames before vanishing into nothingness.

Lu Yingniang was so shocked that she stood there motionless for a long time.

The peach wood sword in my hand was surprisingly powerful.

No, my talisman was quite powerful just now!

They are even more powerful than the previous Taoists.

Zhang Zaifeng, his junior brother, and the remaining injured disciples watched this scene in shock.

transfixed.

The terrifyingly powerful infant spirit and demon were simply destroyed by a country witch?

What about their desperate fight just now?