Hong Kong variety show: Beauty and Bones

Chapter 444 Zombie Taoist Priest 59

Finally, after a fierce struggle, she managed to firmly pin down the demon's tongue.

Zeng Cheng seized the opportunity to rip off an electrical wire and threw it at the Yin Demon without hesitation.

In an instant, a dazzling burst of lightning and sparks flew everywhere, and the Yin Demon was instantly reduced to ashes by the powerful electric current.

Upon seeing this, the demon was startled. Realizing the situation was dire, it tried to loosen its grip on Zhong Jun's neck.

But Zhong Jun gripped its neck tightly and charged at the power line without flinching.

Just as Yang Yao's head was about to make contact with the wire, Ren Yinyin reacted quickly, grabbing Zhong Jun and pulling her out of danger with all her might.

Yang Yao's head inevitably touched the wire, and immediately, a shrill scream of "Ahhh!" rang out.

Zeng Cheng and Zhong Jun felt extremely relieved to see this!

Ren Yinyin breathed a sigh of relief; she was finally dead!

After noon, Ren Yinyin took out a brocade pouch from her bosom and opened it.

"A disciple of the Daoist sect, sacrificing oneself for righteousness! I will perish together with Yang Feiyun. If that fails, I will take him to the underworld!" These words resounded like thunder in everyone's ears, leaving them deeply shocked.

"Uncle-Master!" Ren Yinyin could no longer suppress her grief. Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in them, as if they would burst forth like a flood at any moment.

"Mao Xiaofang!" Zhong Jun's cry was filled with despair and resentment. She couldn't accept this fact. How could Mao Xiaofang die so easily?

"Mao Xiaofang, are you looking for death?!" Zhong Jun's voice was choked with sobs, her body trembling slightly, as if she could no longer bear this sudden blow.

However, Zhong Jun was not defeated by grief. She fought back her tears and said to the two of them, "Let's go to the castle. Maybe we can still save Mao Xiaofang!" Her words revealed a glimmer of hope, as if Mao Xiaofang had not completely lost his life.

Ren Yinyin took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She nodded and said resolutely, "Let's go!" At worst, she'd fight Yang Feiyun to the death. After all, as long as Yang Feiyun lived, he would destroy humanity. Since death was inevitable either way, she might as well take a gamble; perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope.

So, without hesitation, they embarked on the road to the castle, speeding along the way with only one thought in mind—to reach the castle as soon as possible and rescue Mao Xiaofang.

When they finally arrived at the castle, they found it deserted and eerily silent. They carefully traversed the castle's corridors and eventually made their way to Yang Feiyun's laboratory.

Upon entering the laboratory, Zhong Jun and her team saw Mao Xiaofang lying motionless on the ground, his fate unknown.

"Mao Xiaofang!" Zhong Jun's heart was breaking. She cried out Mao Xiaofang's name in despair, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.

Ren Yinyin's hands were also trembling slightly. She reached out shakily to feel Mao Xiaofang's breath, hoping to sense even the slightest trace of his presence.

No breath!

My martial uncle is dead!

"Master!"

“Let’s take our martial uncle back to the Taoist temple. Maybe Abang can help!” Ren Yinyin wiped away her tears and suggested.

“Okay, Abang is a legendary figure from five generations, he’s so powerful, he must have a way!” Zhong Jun said with a glimmer of hope.

……

The underworld is a mysterious and terrifying place. It is said that only the dead can enter it, and if the living step into it, they will suffer the misfortune of being destroyed in body and soul, and will never be able to be reincarnated!

However, just as everyone was in despair facing Mao Xiaofang's corpse, Zhong Bang suddenly said something astonishing: "I can let you see the gentleman!"

He walked to a basin of water, muttered incantations, and made hand gestures to cast a spell.

A short while later, something amazing happened. To everyone's surprise, Mao Xiaofang's figure gradually emerged from the water.

"Mao Xiaofang!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Master!"

The crowd shouted in unison, their voices filled with urgency and concern.

However, Mao Xiaofang did not react at all, as if he could not hear their shouts at all.

Seeing this, Zhong Bang explained, "He has no way of hearing your voices!"

Hearing this, everyone grew even more anxious. Just then, Zhong Jun suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, Yang Feiyun? He's in the underworld too! He'll shatter Mao Xiaofang's soul!"

Sure enough, upon closer inspection, everyone saw Yang Feiyun confronting Mao Xiaofang in the water, and a fierce battle seemed imminent.

Faced with such a tense situation, everyone's hearts were in their throats. They were anxious but powerless to do anything about it.

Yang Feiyun and Mao Xiaofang fought in the underworld. Although Mao Xiaofang fought back with all his might, he was obviously no match for Yang Feiyun and was soon knocked to the ground.

Seeing this, everyone turned their pleading eyes to Zhong Bang.

Zhong Bang took out a soul-summoning banner and threw it into the water.

The summoning banner streaked across the water like a shooting star, falling straight into the underworld.

Just as everyone held their breath, Mao Xiaofang suddenly leaped up and caught the soul-summoning banner steadily.

In an instant, it seemed as if the whole world was shrouded in darkness. Countless ghosts and monsters that had died at Yang Feiyun's hands surged out like a tide. Their faces were ferocious, their resentment soared to the sky, and they let out chilling screams as they rushed towards Yang Feiyun.

These ghostly spirits gathered together, forming a huge mass of black energy, like rolling dark clouds, with a majestic aura.

This ball of black energy, carrying endless hatred and resentment, rushed straight towards Yang Feiyun with overwhelming force.

Facing the surging black energy, Yang Feiyun showed no fear. A cold smile appeared on his lips, and he let out a wild laugh: "Haha, you bunch of overconfident fools, do you think you can hurt me just because you're dead? You're dreaming!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Feiyun suddenly stretched out his hands, and a dazzling light burst forth from his palms.

The beam of light ripped through the darkness like lightning, carrying a devastating force, and slammed violently into the mass of black energy.

With a deafening roar, Yang Feiyun's power collided violently with the black energy of the ghosts, instantly unleashing a massive shockwave.

This wave swept out like a tsunami, destroying everything in its path.

Even the seemingly indestructible underworld was pierced through by this powerful force, leaving a hole in it.

The ground of the underworld trembled violently, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Yang Feiyun looked at the Netherworld he had shattered and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he let out a burst of wild laughter, and his figure flew up like lightning, heading straight for the broken barrier.

Seeing this, Mao Xiaofang leaped up, carrying the soul-summoning banner, and entered Yang Feiyun's body. With a violent explosion, Yang Feiyun's soul was scattered!

Mao Xiaofang was also blown away by the violent explosion and lay motionless on the ground.

"What should we do?" Everyone looked at Zhong Bang, who said, "Now, we can find a ghost to pull the master out of the underworld!"

"Yang Feiyun has broken through the underworld, allowing ghosts to enter and exit. However, be quick, as the underworld will automatically repair itself!"

"If it's too late, sir, you will be trapped in the underworld and never be able to get out!"

"Looking for ghosts?" Ren Yinyin frowned. "Where are we going to catch ghosts in such a short time!"

Zhong Jun was also anxiously scratching her head when suddenly her gaze fell on a figure at the door.

"A starving ghost?"