I Only Marry Widows-Chapter 362 - 62: Ha Ha Ha, What a Good Girl!

"Now Zhang Zhijing wants to kill Chu Zhihe directly for the sake of his own face, what? Do you still want to continue being a coward?"

"If you want to keep being a turtle, come on, come on..."

He pushed Chu Zhihe a few steps forward, half of her body exposed, the big lights flickering, "Just kill her here, I absolutely won’t let her resist, how about that?"

"Yi Wushuang... you deserve to die, you really deserve to die." Tears and blood mixed on Qi Zhiyuan’s face, incredibly ferocious, as if he was on the verge of collapse and going insane.

"Qi Zhiyuan, stop talking nonsense with me." Lu Chengfeng’s tone suddenly turned ice-cold, "I’ll count to three. If you don’t go and kill Zhang Zhijing, I’ll strip her right now."

"Let everyone enjoy a good look!"

Buzz!

The Matchmaker’s Red String suddenly emitted an incredibly strange and brilliant red light, appearing instantly in front of Zhang Zhijing.

Zhang Zhijing frowned slightly, "You’re really confused, actually falling for that playboy’s tricks. I think all these years of your cultivation have been in vain."

As he spoke, the Bright Moon behind him trembled, moonlight flowing like water, instantly freezing the Matchmaker’s Red String that appeared around his body.

Simultaneously, that round moon cast a cold light, and in just a few breaths, it condensed another majestic Long River.

The Bright Moon is undying, the Long River unceasing.

Though he didn’t manage to comprehend the complete Mountain and River Map Taoist Skill by himself, he nonetheless found a new path through the Bright Moon Temple. Deep mana, extraordinary Taoist skills, truly frightening.

Qi Zhiyuan said nothing, madly charged at him.

He was merely at the Celestial Human Seventh Layer Realm, though he had created the Matchmaker’s Red String, a fate-shaping type of magic, yet there was still a significant Realm gap between him and Zhang Zhijing. More importantly, though the Matchmaker’s Red String was mysterious, it was merely magic, not Taoist Skill.

The Matchmaker’s Red Divine Statue in his hand was like moonlight, pervasive and penetrating, not only able to shake the enemy’s mind but also tearing apart the opponent’s flesh and Primordial Spirit like a Divine Weapon.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The eerie red light spread through the heavens and the earth, weaving a complex web that completely enveloped Zhang Zhijing.

Zhang Zhijing treaded on the empty air, a Bright Moon behind him, surrounded by a Long River. That river, with neither beginning nor end, surged ceaselessly, as if connecting the Void.

"Zhang Zhijing, as expected of an Innate Taoist, actually perceived the Path of the Void through the Bright Moon Temple, merging the Void and the Bright Moon into one, which is why he has such capabilities." Chong Shan appeared next to Lu Chengfeng without anyone noticing, smilingly watching the battle in the sky.

Lu Chengfeng was startled by him, stammering, "Elder Shan, you... aren’t you already dead?"

"Hehe, just a dead body, no big deal for us Corpse Dissolving Immortals." Chong Shan said nonchalantly, "Young master, do you want to learn? If you do, I can teach you."

Lu Chengfeng couldn’t help but light up, "Elder Shan, really?"

Chong Shan smiled, "Just an Ancient Fragment, there’s nothing I can’t give. If young master wants to learn, I’ll teach you."

"But this magic has a few small defects..."

Lu Chengfeng’s eyelid twitched, "What defects?"

"This clone requires not only a vessel but also Soul Splitting, so the more clones, the crazier one becomes, just like me..."

Chong Shan suddenly turned his head and smiled, and at that moment, countless eyes and mouths appeared on his body, all laughing maniacally and chattering away.

"Haha, kill him, kill him!"

"Women, women, I want women."

"I want out, let me out..."

"Damn thing, I am the true master."

Seeing this, Lu Chengfeng couldn’t help but shiver, his scalp tingling, "This... this..."

Fortunately, Chong Shan quickly retracted his strange phenomena, "What do you say, young master, still want to learn?"

"Of course, I want to learn." Lu Chengfeng replied resolutely.

"Hmm, I knew young master wouldn’t learn, after all, you are..." Chong Shan suddenly froze, somewhat blankly looking at Lu Chengfeng, "Young master, what did you just say?"

Lu Chengfeng recalled what had just happened and felt uncomfortable as though eyes and mouths would sprout from his pores, yet he still stubbornly declared, "I said I want to learn."

Chong Shan finally reacted, looking at him in amazement, "Young master, you really have grown up. In the past, seeing that scene, you might have cried, but now you really want to learn."

"What? Elder Shan, are you reluctant to teach me?" Lu Chengfeng deliberately provoked him.

Chong Shan immediately saw through his little scheme, simply chuckling, "Just don’t regret it."

With that, he cast a talisman, which looked like an iron-backed centipede with hundreds of thousands of legs, each filled with countless eyes.

Anyone with trypophobia would likely faint at first glance.

"Young master, do not resist," Chong Shan said, pressing the talisman into Lu Chengfeng’s forehead.

As Lu Chengfeng touched it with his mind, he immediately absorbed it, the countless runes dispersing and transforming into a scripture, "Thousand-Eyed, Thousand-Handed Demon Spirit Divine Transformation Scripture."

"Amazing, this appears to be a Divine Technique capable of directly cultivating a Dharma Form, but it seems different from ordinary Dharma Forms, instead cultivating something called a Demon Spirit, or perhaps a Demon God?"