Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 967 The Power of Fate Manifests, the Ghost Talisman Takes Over the Calamity

Ma Zoutian was completely unaware of this; its entire focus was on unleashing its secret technique and making a desperate, all-or-nothing strike.

However, just as the Netherworld Mark was about to be imprinted on Jing Yu's brow, Ma Zoutian's heart suddenly clenched, and an indescribable, chilling, and terrifying premonition seized his demon soul without warning!

The feeling came so suddenly and so intensely, as if I were about to be completely annihilated, my body and soul scattered in the next instant!

This did not come from external energy sensing, but rather from his own instinctive warning about his fate—having cultivated to such a level, he always had a vague intuition about life-or-death crises involving himself.

"What does it feel like?"

Ma Zoutian was terrified. In his heart, he roared, "I, Ma, am skilled in the art of the soul and have the keenest sense of danger. My warnings of danger in the past have never been wrong and have helped me through many life-or-death crises. But no warning has ever been as fierce as this one!"

"But there are no fluctuations of laws or traces of supernatural powers or spells around us, let alone any spiritual artifacts or treasures!"

"Does this person possess some extremely powerful trump card?"

The immense pressure of life and death left Ma Zoutian drenched in cold sweat, and he chose to trust his instincts:

"I'll die! Without that, I'm doomed!"

This thought struck Ma Zoutian's mind like lightning, leaving almost no room for doubt.

At this moment, the sudden premonition of death was so clear and so imminent that it completely overwhelmed his rational judgment.

"I can't worry about that now!"

A look of extreme pain flashed across Ma Zoutian's face, but his actions were faster than his thoughts.

He suddenly slapped the top of his head with his left hand, and a beam of dark light shot out from the top of his head. It was a pitch-black wooden talisman carved into a hideous ghost head.

The wooden talisman was no bigger than the palm of your hand, yet it exuded a chilling, eerie aura of death, and had a deep, natural crack on it.

"May the netherworld protect you, and may you die in my place!"

Ma Zoutian roared, spitting a mouthful of even purer natal demon essence mixed with his heart's blood onto the ghost-headed wooden talisman.

The ghost head on the wooden talisman seemed to come alive, emitting a silent, mournful shriek. Its dark light surged, instantly transforming into a blurry ghostly figure identical to his own, which blocked his path.

This [Substitute Ghost Talisman] was a life-saving item he obtained after surviving countless near-death experiences in an ancient ghost cultivator's cave years ago. It could withstand a fatal attack that would have annihilated him, essentially giving him an extra life.

Furthermore, once the ghostly shadows within the wooden talisman are released, they cannot be retrieved.

The method for crafting this talisman has long been lost. Each one used reduces the remaining supply. It is his trump card for survival, which he cherishes immensely and will never use unless he is in a life-or-death situation.

The moment the ghostly figure solidified, Ma Zoutian felt a little relieved, and the intense premonition of death seemed to subside slightly.

His eyes widened, staring intently ahead, bracing himself for the terrifying counterattack he imagined would be enough to annihilate him...

However, nothing happened.

Jing Yu simply stood quietly in place, her brows and vertical eye already closed, and even leisurely flicked her sleeves.

The earth-shattering collision he had envisioned, the deadly strike that would force him to use his trump card to save his life... did not occur.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The ferocity, determination, and the slight heartache of having used his trump card on Ma Zoutian's face all froze there.

He stared blankly at Jing Yu, who was unharmed in front of him, then looked down at the ghostly figure in front of him that was gradually dissipating, signifying that a precious chance to die in place of someone else had been inexplicably wasted. His mind was a little confused.

Immediately afterwards, boundless astonishment, absurdity, and a furious sense of being fooled, mixed with the excruciating pain of losing a priceless treasure, surged into his heart!

"No—! My substitute talisman!!!"

A piercing scream erupted from Ma Zoutian's mouth. His eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins as he stared intently at Jing Yu, his voice trembling with extreme heartache and rage:

"You...you just now...that premonition of death...was your doing?! You interfered with my spiritual senses?!"

Only now did he suddenly realize how abruptly the incredibly clear sense of impending death had come and how strangely it had gone!

As if possessed, I used my most precious life-saving item without the other party showing any real deadly threat!

He firmly believed in his intuition, but the intuition that had saved him so many times in the past, which he was so proud of, led him astray this time...

Jing Yu smiled slightly but did not answer, though her eyes said it all.

Ma Zoutian felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, a chill running from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

It realized that it had not encountered any hidden deadly attack, but had misjudged its own fate!

The other party used some strange and unpredictable means to directly affect his perception of good and bad fortune, making him "feel" that he was doomed to die, thus making the most wrong and foolish choice!

This method is unheard of and is ten times more terrifying than any direct offensive supernatural power.

Because it destroys the monks' instinctive judgment of danger, which is essential for their survival.

Under the intense shock, coupled with the enormous consumption of activating the Ghost King Dharma Form and the Substitute Ghost Talisman, Ma Zoutian's aura plummeted, his demonic power became chaotic, and even the light of the Ghost Head Banner in his hand dimmed a bit.

Jing Yu nodded in satisfaction. In fact, even without using the [Life Realm] supernatural power, he could easily deal with the two demons in front of him using conventional methods.

The reason for taking such a long detour was simply to test the wonders of the new supernatural power in actual combat.

He gave Ma Zoutian no more chances. With a flick of his sleeve, the still-unrecovered One Yuan Heavy Water River reversed and transformed into a giant black water palm. Taking advantage of Ma Zoutian's loss of composure and weakened aura, he slammed it down on his head!

"I……"

Ma Zoutian only had time to show a complex expression mixed with fear, regret, heartache, and disbelief before he was struck by the immense, overwhelming force of the water element, causing his vision to go black, his demonic soul to tremble, and him to suffer serious internal injuries.

Jing Yu reached out and pulled the two demons, who had temporarily lost their ability to resist, to his front, saying:

"Do you two want to live?"

Niu Dahang and Ma Zoutian exchanged a glance, then suddenly cried out in unison, "My lord, spare us! We little demons were blind and didn't recognize the true Buddha; we were so bewitched that we offended you..."

Jing Yu simply smiled, flipped her hand, and held up a small bronze pot in her palm.

The fairy in the pot flew out from the spout of the bronze pot, and arrogantly grinned at the two demons, Niu Dahang and Ma Zoutian, saying:

"Want to live? Then hand over a bit of your true spirit and enter the Demon Refining Pot!"

"This... to become the spirit pet of this human cultivator in front of us?" Niu Dahang and Ma Zoutian exchanged a glance, both seeing the reluctance in each other's eyes.

In their minds, humans are all vicious and ruthless beings who covet demons. If they hand over their true spirits, their lives will be controlled by others, and they don't know when they will be disliked and sliced ​​into beef or horse meat sashimi, squeezed dry of their last bit of value!

Seeing the two demons hesitate, Jing Yu shook his head and chuckled, then simply unleashed his full power.

A pure and righteous [Dragon's Might] immediately spread out from Jing Yu's center.