Chapter 495: Forbidden Grand Formation , Spirit-Refining Formation! Old Daoist! Two Strange Eyes! Duel of Magic!

The grotesque monk’s forehead split open, revealing the hidden eye within. He lunged at the young Daoist, gaping his bloody mouth wide, aiming to bite him to death.

Bang!

The young Daoist slapped him, and with one strike he shattered the monk’s jaw. The upper half of his face remained intact, but the mangled flesh made it look even more grotesque.

The force sent the fat monk flying.

Ma San’s wife and Ma Wu immediately regained consciousness and control of their bodies.

Meanwhile, Li Yanchu stepped forward, quickly reaching Ma San’s side. From his bosom, he pulled out a large jujube, crushed it, and enveloped it in spiritual power before feeding it into Ma San’s mouth.

It was a Mount Jinting jujube, a miraculous fruit capable of healing injuries and instantly restoring vitality. With that, the horrific wound on Ma San’s neck healed instantly; the bleeding stopped. The fatal injuries vanished, and the sensation of impending death disappeared entirely.

For mortals, this jujube was like a divine elixir, strengthening the body and replenishing vital energy, and it was particularly effective for recovery and healing.

Ma San stood in disbelief. His wife and son, Ma Wu, ran over to him, and the family embraced, tears streaming.

Meanwhile, the fat monk, dragging his grotesque, terrifying body, slowly approached Li Yanchu.

“Fresh flesh... I like a body like yours.” As the eye on his forehead flickered red, the sharp, grating voice seemed to echo directly into the mind.

Bang!

Li Yanchu remained expressionless as he kicked the fat monk. The blow created a gaping hole in the monk’s body, mangling flesh and exposing white bones.

The fat monk quickly rose again, disbelief flashing in the strange eye on his forehead. Why did this young Daoist feel nothing from his power?!

Li Yanchu’s eyes gleamed with magical light. He easily discerned the monk’s secret: this monk was already a walking corpse, and the eye on his forehead was the true controller.

“You like to play? Fine, I’ll play with you.” Li Yanchu moved instantly, positioning himself before the fat monk.

Pffttt!

His fingers bent like hooks, plucking the eye cleanly from the monk’s forehead.

“Ah!” the monk let out a horrible scream, and the fallen corpse was now completely immobilized.

The detached eye shrieked, wriggling desperately to escape.

But Li Yanchu’s body radiated overwhelming blood qi, comparable to a third-realm master. How could it flee? The surging blood qi from his hands continuously scorched the ghostly eye, controlled carefully to avoid burning it to ash instantly. Pure yang blood qi was devastating to such yin creatures, striking directly at their spirit.

The eye wriggled violently, attempting to break free from Li Yanchu’s grip. It tried to burrow into his flesh to possess him, but the immense blood qi left it powerless. It could not pierce his skin, could not resist in the slightest. Li Yanchu was effectively invulnerable and unbreakable, so much so that it was unable to break through!

Writhing in immense pain, the grotesque eye wailed incessantly, its cries piercing and agonizing. The eyeball, bloodied and laced with nerves, was being scorched by Li Yanchu’s overwhelming blood qi, letting out screams of torment.

As its cries rang out, the sky above suddenly darkened. Chilling winds swept across the village, and in the heavens, a blood-red grand formation began to take shape.

Stroke by stroke, the formation was drawn. Its immense scale covered the entire area where Li Yanchu stood. As she watched, Lady Yun’s face turned pale with shock, and the terrifying force made her shiver.

At this time, Li Yanchu’s surging blood qi relentlessly burned the eyeball, forcing it to endure unimaginable pain.

Bang!

Finally, the eyeball could take no more. It exploded into fragments, reduced to ash, and Li Yanchu’s overwhelming blood qi completely incinerated it.

Li Yanchu’s calm expression revealed nothing. From the eye, he had intercepted a trace of a strange, sinister energy. Immediately, he performed the Art of Pursuit, establishing an unseen connection with that terrifying presence. Then, Li Yanchu moved, vanishing from the village in an instant, leaving Ma San and his family awestruck.

At this time, a gentle woman with her hair in a bun and dressed in a blue robe approached slowly, observing Li Yanchu’s retreating figure with a sigh.

Lady Yun, highly attuned to spiritual perception, clearly sensed Li Yanchu’s direction of killing intent. Though not overwhelming, it was pure, unshakable, and bone-chilling.

The blood-red grand formation in the sky radiated immense malice and foreboding. It was an ancient, sinister formation , using the blood and souls of villagers as offerings to extract their essence; it was a highly specialized and forbidden formation.

Li Yanchu could not discern its full purpose yet, but that did not impede his next move.

Clang!

A domineering blade light flashed, shooting straight into the sky.

Crack!

There was a crisp shattering sound, and the blood-red grand formation was torn apart by the blade light, which continued upward, leaving a terrifying trace in the clouds.

In the village, a youthful-faced, elderly Daoist sat cross-legged on the ground. An intricate formation was etched into the earth.

Any Daoist master here would recognize it as a Spirit-Refining Formation, an evil method that siphoned essence and blood for cultivation, forbidden by all under heaven.

Even among practitioners of the Demonic Dao, few dared to use it. The scale required and the mass slaughter it caused would inevitably draw the wrath of righteous sects. This method was so taboo that, outside times of war and chaos, almost no one dared attempt it.

At this moment, the elderly Daoist’s face suddenly split open, exposing raw flesh. One eye emerged from the wound, followed immediately by a second.

“Damn thing... what kind of power does it possess to destroy my formation in an instant?!” A sharp, sinister voice rang out, though the old Daoist’s mouth never moved.

The two strange eyes radiated an ominous aura, opposed to heaven and earth;their auras were far beyond ordinary yin spirits or demonic creatures.

Suddenly, the eyes turned to the side, spinning frantically. A young Daoist appeared there, holding a simple long sword, his robe fluttering in the wind. The killing intent in his eyes was almost tangible, coalescing into substance itself!

The moment he appeared, a scorching surge of blood qi erupted from him, baking the heavens and earth as if the air itself were being incinerated.

With that, even breathing became difficult. All the surrounding yin energy and malignant qi evaporated instantly beneath that furnace‑like aura; it was terrifying to behold.

“Nosy young Daoist, I'll make you pay for this!” When the sharp voice resounded, it was like ten thousand steel needles stabbing straight into the mind.

“Evil creature... you dare spew madness before me?” Li Yanchu’s voice cracked like thunder, and the sky itself seemed to echo with rolling bolts of lightning.

A vast aura of lightning and fire spread out from his body, while divine radiance enveloped him as though a celestial deity had descended into the mortal world.