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Ghostly blue flames ignited, and all the Yin Spirits wailed miserably before being incinerated to nothingness in the blink of an eye.
The middle-aged man's face drastically changed as the Nurture Yin Gourd in his hand cracked with a snap, and a pained expression crossed his face. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura instantly weakened.
He looked at Chen Fan incredulously, "How is this possible? The Nurture Yin Gourd bestowed upon me by the Ancient God... shattered."
Chen Fan walked over to the middle-aged man and placed the Thundercloud Sword against his neck, "What exactly is this Ancient God you speak of? Spit it out, or I will take your life right now!"
The middle-aged man lifted his head to glance at Chen Fan, a strange smile suddenly appearing on his face, "The Ancient God... is faith!"
Then he bit his finger, conjured a Dharma Seal with his blood, condensed his life essence, and with a flash of light, all his life essence was transferred into the statue.
