Chapter 67 Galaxy Lock

Ye Yang turned silently and walked towards the spirit wall of the Mo family mansion, pointing his sword at one of the green bricks.

The moment the sword's edge struck the brick, hundreds of bricks on the wall simultaneously sank into the wall in a staggered pattern. The uneven surface resembled a sky full of stars, seemingly chaotic but with a discernible pattern.

Wang Butcher exclaimed in shock, "This is the pinnacle of secret locks, the Galaxy Lock?"

"Correct!" Zhi Nan said in a deep voice, "Three hundred and sixty-five lock cores, scattered like stars. One wrong move and you have to start all over. To open this secret lock, you not only need to be proficient in mechanical secrets but also grasp the changes in celestial phenomena. Can you do it?"

Ye Yang said indifferently, "I can't, no one in this world can! Prepare to leave the gate! In three hours, when the sun is high in the sky, it will be the time for you to break through. Be prepared!"

Zhi Nan stopped talking to Ye Yang, but the Yellow Spring aura rolling out became exceptionally violent. The Yin energy rolling out with the water rapidly spread towards the village, and it wouldn't be long before Mo Family Village turned into a ghost realm.

The Cang Yu Sect envoy was truly anxious this time, "That sorcerer, what do you want to do? Releasing a ghost god will devastate living beings within a hundred miles. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning? Stop it—"

Ye Yang was dealing with the Galaxy Lock and didn't have time to pay attention to the Cang Yu Sect envoy. Wang Butcher, who didn't have much to do, naturally took over the task of arguing: "Shut your mouth!"

"Hypocritical words coming from the mouths of you Cang Yu Sect are more foul than farts."

"What did you Cang Yu Sect want to do by setting up a Mo Family Village after you withdrew? Wasn't it to have them die?"

"You knew that the ghost god Zhi Nan wanted to verify the secret art of resurrecting the dead, and had to constantly kill people and constantly revive the dead. In order to protect the Cang Yu Sect, you erased the memories of a group of villagers and moved them to Mo Family Village. Raising them like livestock for the ghost god to use at any time."

"And you dare to talk about the devastation of living beings? I spit on you—"

Wang Butcher didn't know the Cang Yu Sect's plan back then. She said these words simply to argue with the other party, but what she didn't expect was that the other party would become furious and say, "What do you Jianghu (martial world) sorcerers know? Exchanging a small sacrifice for a moment of peace. Using the small to exchange for the big..."

"To hell with your using the small to exchange for the big!" Wang Butcher cursed before the other party could finish speaking, "Whether I kill people or do something immoral! I dare to admit it, if you dare to do it, don't be afraid of what people say."

"A dignified sect, high and mighty cultivators, besides using your underpants to cover your faces, do you have any balls left? You're worse than women! I spit on you..."

The Cang Yu Sect envoy roared, "You little sorceress, dare to slander the sect, who gave you the courage?"

"I was born with more courage than you have mouth!" Wang Butcher rolled her eyes and said, "What qualifications do you have to look down on sorcerers? Your Cang Yu Sect tucked its tail between its legs and ran away, and brought the sorcerers from Paper Village to take the blame. And you still have the face to call them little sorcerers?"

"If you Cang Yu Sect has the ability, directly take action and pacify the ghost god for me to see? If you don't have that ability, then don't just talk big!"

The Cang Yu Sect envoy had already fallen into Wang Butcher's rhythm, and was single-mindedly trying to justify the Cang Yu Sect: "What do you know? Back then, it wasn't the Cang Yu Sect that approached Paper Village, but..."

The other party stopped halfway through speaking: "In short, our sect acts openly and honestly."

Wang Butcher knew that she couldn't get anything out of asking: "You better be open and honest soon, lest after a few hours, the Cang Yu Sect will have to find someone to sacrifice with a face full of compassion again!"

"You..." The Cang Yu Sect envoy was so angry that he couldn't speak. He also knew that Wang Butcher wasn't exaggerating. Once Ye Yang opened the Galaxy Lock, even if the ghost god Zhi Nan didn't immediately attack the Cang Yu Sect, she would eventually seek revenge for being suppressed.

However, Ye Yang had already thought that the Cang Yu Sect envoy might hinder him from unlocking the lock before he took action, so he used Bei Yiye's secret technique to draw out the Yellow Spring water and seal the intersection.

As for whether the other party would attack from another direction, Ye Yang wasn't worried.

Because the entire Mo Family Village was under Zhi Nan's control. Wherever she wanted the ghosts to come out, the ghosts would appear as she wished.

Therefore, Ye Yang was putting himself in a relatively safe position to unlock Zhi Nan's seal. The only thing that could stop him was the Cang Yu Sect's large-scale siege.

Wang Butcher understood Ye Yang's anxiety.

She could tell from the Paper Village sorcerers' words that Paper Village had long known that Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall) would go to the village to investigate the truth about the Mo family's dead coming back to life. However, they set up many obstacles for Ye Yang in Mo Family Village, obviously harboring ulterior motives.

It was also reasonable for Ye Yang to want to go back to help.

However, what Wang Butcher couldn't understand was why Ye Yang wanted to open Zhi Nan's seal?

Did he think that Liangjie Tang's strength wasn't enough to take down Paper Village?

This reason obviously shouldn't hold water.

Ye Yang didn't have the ability to predict the future, and he didn't know the truth about Paper Village. What made him certain that he couldn't break into Paper Village? Moreover, being timid before a battle wasn't Ye Yang's style either.

Ye Yang wanted to let Zhi Nan go, there must be another purpose.

At the very least, he wasn't going to attack Paper Village in a short period of time.