Wan Jun thought greedily, and the Ghost Domain immediately began to move. A small area suddenly extended from the gap torn open in this world, reaching out to grab Gui Ke.

However, Gui Ke, who was detached from the space, ignored the other party and merely circled around the Ghost Domain, avoiding the spread of this area, wandering around in a detached manner.

Upon seeing this, Wan Jun immediately had the idea of ​​pulling the Ghost Pagoda back from Lin Feng's shoulder. In his Ghost Domain, even without the Ghost Pagoda, Lin Feng was still under suppression.

But at this moment, things did not go as smoothly as he had imagined. The Ghost Pagoda stood steadily on Lin Feng's shoulder, showing no sign of leaving.

Wan Jun's expression changed, his excited gaze immediately cooled, and he also stopped the Ghost Domain's pursuit of Gui Ke.

Lin Feng's still burning flame of will was like a thorn in his eye, causing him unprecedented discomfort and making him want to extinguish it with a single step.

Among the participants, there were many who could withstand the suppression of the ten layers of ghost domain, but very few were able to walk out safely. He also did not believe that anyone could ignore the will imprints that had turned into ghosts within the ten layers of ghost domain.

Let alone the four attributes of will: gluttony, tyranny, bloodlust, and madness.

The four immortals atop the Ghost Pagoda are all capable of causing devastating damage to the participants.

The Ouija board spirit distorts time, the money spirit twists reality, the chopstick spirit brings disaster and gathers evil, and the gray spirit peeks into the heavens and changes fate—these are four kinds of spirits.

Moreover, there is also a corrupting Guanyin spirit.

Just then, Lin Feng, who was being held down, raised his head again, revealing his hands that were firmly gripping the feet on Wan Jun's shoulders, to Wan Jun's incredulous gaze.

it turns out...

Wan Jun was shocked, but soon became increasingly excited. The eight ghostly figures standing on Lin Feng's head all showed expressions similar to his, and then took out weapons one by one.

The items include a ghost-head bell, a ghost-tooth axe, a ghost-mouth bowl, a ghost-skin drum, a ghost-bone staff, a ghost-bone bottle, a ghost-finger pestle, and a ghost relic held up by the Ghost Guanyin at the highest point.

In a daze, all the weapons struck Lin Feng. His arm, which he had just raised to defend himself, miraculously missed the falling ghost bone staff and was knocked off course by the blow.

Immediately afterwards, the Ghost Fang Axe, which was a step slower, suddenly accelerated and appeared above Lin Feng's head, leaving a mark on his demonized body.

The ghost bell rang, the ghost skin drum was struck, and the distorted sensation further twisted Lin Feng's senses with the sound, as if he heard it not with his ears, but with his eyes.

Click click click!

The Ghost Finger Pestle pierced his shoulder. This time, Lin Feng finally seized the opportunity and grabbed the Ghost Finger Pestle with his backhand. However, the other party seemed to have known all along and sprayed a patch of foul-smelling black blood with the Ghost Bone Bottle.

These attacks, which resembled a catastrophe, were completely unstoppable. Then, the ghost relic above appeared in his eyes, forcefully shoved into his will, and spread out a dark color.

A chilling light uncontrollably crept into Lin Feng's eyes, just like Wan Jun and the others, who had abandoned the brilliance of humanity, leaving only a cold will, stained with a demonic blackness.

The chanting of sutras among the scattered relics growled in his ears, and the ambiguous Buddhist doctrines eroded his emotions and desires. He didn't know whether it was shaping him into a heartless ghost or a Buddha who had severed all emotions.

Before long, Lin Feng's mind became chaotic. Those ruthless and desireless Buddhist principles seemed to be a reflection of the reality and indifference of human society, repeatedly sculpting his will.

When a person is defeated by reality, when a person's life's efforts are a deception, when a person lies on a hospital bed with nothing left, when a person's grief is greater than death, everything around them seems to take on an empty appearance, and even the things they used to love seem to become a Buddha in a robe of nothingness.

Even if you seek change, even if you have hope, even if you have the ability, even if you can use your hands to change everything, it all remains empty and meaningless!

In that instant, Lin Feng returned to his sickbed. The Ghost Pagoda had transported their wills to a chaotic past, plunging them into a vortex of time and space tinged with a somber hue.

Nothingness, emptiness, darkness...

Aren't humans just ghosts?

Aren't ghosts just Buddhas?

Isn't Buddha just a human being?

Some truths are growing in Lin Feng's heart, and everything is heading towards that silent darkness, falling under the shroud of the ghost realm.

Yet, even amidst this gloomy atmosphere, a touch of color still danced within Lin Feng's heart.

That was a color that the Ghost Realm could never erase, the most vibrant color in Lin Feng's heart, and the crimson color that allowed him to see an infinite future from emptiness and nothingness!

"Wang Wu!"

Lin Feng's voice suddenly rang out in the cold air, and the sound of the Crimson Dragon Banner waving immediately dispelled the invading chill.

If the world were truly nothingness, then there would be no Great Wall, no irrigation canals, no vast tracts of fertile land, and no food to feed everyone!

Illness may leave you feeling empty, but the world never leaves you feeling empty!

Five thousand years of Chinese civilization will not disappoint us, and five thousand years from now, China will still inspire awe!

He never gave up on himself, even while lying in his hospital bed!

His family never gave up on him!

No one can stop them!

call!

In this darkness, Lin Feng grasped the Crimson Dragon Banner, and the countless wills gathered beneath it reignited the flame of his will.

"Humans, ghosts, Buddhas..."

"Although I'm not interested in Buddhism, that doesn't stop me from studying some Buddhist doctrines..."

"I don't deny that those abstract principles are Buddhist principles, but these principles are not something that anyone can claim to be. Rather than believing in 'Buddha,' I believe more in the good and evil of humanity, the inherent goodness in people's hearts!"

At this moment, Lin Feng locked onto the ghost relic embedded in his will.

Buddha?

No, if you think that understanding these principles, which are inherently human, will make you an Arhat, a Bodhisattva, or even a Buddha, that's really too fake!

Humans are greater than Buddhas!

Besides, this ghost Buddha!

boom!

Lin Feng took out the ghost relic, and he gripped the strange power that had invaded his entire body tightly in his palm.

"Absorption of strange power complete, obtained strange sacred rune fragment (1489/)"

Although it was just a strange power without any distinguishing features, and although it wasn't as unpredictable as the Ghost Pagoda, this power still gave Lin Feng an opportunity to launch an attack.

"Hongling!"

The eerie fragments of sacred runes emitting a black light were directly sent into the other party's body by Lin Feng, and the body that was turning into bones quickly stopped.

"The Great Rune?"

"Wait, this is the Great Rune you condensed yourself?" Wan Jun was extremely surprised: "So that's how it is. You actually used the methods of the Evil Yuan Path. Hahahaha, this is interesting. I wonder who will ultimately get your abilities and which participant will become your food!"

The laughter disturbed Lin Feng's thoughts, but only for a moment. He immediately blocked out all distractions and reached out to pull the foot on his shoulder.

"Hahaha, I can't kill you."

"But can you really kill us?"

Wan Jun turned his body and summoned back the Ghost Pagoda. In the instant the surrounding space and time shifted, the Ghost Relic returned to his hand.

The ten-story Ghost Pagoda, with Wan Jun becoming the first level, its eerie aura merged with the entire Ghost Realm, swirling up the Ghost Realm and transforming into a sharp, shadowy ghost finger, which thrust a deadly blow at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, and the Ghost Pagoda that had been pressing down on him finally left. The demonic power within his body began to surge and circulate: "Guike!"

Gui Ke, who was detached from the outside world, finally approached the Ghost Realm. The enormous dragon claws gripped the edge of the Ghost Realm, blocking the attack in front of him.

Wan Jun's expression immediately changed. Gui Ke's dragon claw not only grabbed the Ghost Domain, but also truly grasped its edge, controlling this void area in his hand.

At this moment, Hongling finally pierced Fahai. The force of the spearhead broke Fahai's hand that was chanting Buddhist scriptures, and smashed the heads of the surrounding skeleton Arhats one by one.

Wan Jun's expression changed repeatedly. He stretched and transformed the entire Ghost Domain into a rotating spiral spearhead, launching a powerful attack towards Gui Ke.

In the blink of an eye, the Ghost Domain was once again in Gui Ke's hand. The spiral spearhead of the Ghost Domain was stretched out by Gui Ke, and a large scratch appeared on her scales.

The collision of two independent spaces relies not only on speed and strength, but will ultimately be a protracted battle.

And within that space, there was also Lin Feng!

"Grab him, don't let him get away!"

Lin Feng moved his feet and charged wildly through this ghost domain. Just as the other party was about to throw him out of the ghost domain again, he hurriedly stepped on the edge of the ghost domain and was sent over by Gui Ke.

"Brother, we must break through his ghost domain." Gui Ke grabbed Lin Feng and caught him, then wrapped the ghost domain around him and nailed it to his four dragon claws.

If the Ghost Domain is not broken, then we cannot pinpoint Wan Jun's true location, and we can only engage in a war of attrition with him. In the end, we may not even be able to capture him.

"Di Xing!"

At that moment, Wan Jun shouted, and Di Xing, who was fighting Si Zang, flew into the sky with a pool of blood that reflected the entire world.

Di Xing's blood is the Ghost Realm, and within the Ghost Realm stands Si Zang, surrounded by golden talismans that protect him from being corrupted.

The four layers of ghost realms of blood and water, the two layers of ghost realms of ghost rain, the two layers of ghost realms of ghost wind, and the two layers of ghost realms of ghost weeping, all constitute ten layers of ghost realms. In one fell swoop, they entered the ghost realm of Wan Jun along with Di Xing.