Chapter 122: Retirement Day 122: Old Man, this is from me...
As Wen Dan's upper body was engulfed by the long sword, Wei Ying, who had been watching the battle for a long time, quickly jumped down from the tree trunk and quickly ran to Duan Sui's side, starting his own series of flattery: "Wow, I haven't seen you take action in a while, boss. Now you kill traitors even faster!"
Then he turned around and clapped his hands at Changjian: "Brother Jian, you too, are becoming more and more brave and more handsome than before."
In response to him, he got Duan Sui's half-smile and the sound of a burp from the long sword.
Wei Ying's eyes brightened instantly: "Brother Jian, are you full? It's good to be full, but waste is not advisable. How about I serve you with the remaining half of Wen Dan's body——"
Pop.
The long sword struggled out of Duan Sui's palm, and he raised the sword and slapped Wei Ying in the face without hesitation.
Wei Ying: “…”
Han Yan walked over and was not surprised at all when he saw this scene. He bent down, picked up the half body on the ground, and threw it in the direction of the long sword. Then thick fog spread out from the other person's body, wrapping Wen Dan's body in it.
Wei Ying turned his head and looked at his companions with a sharp gaze, his expression still showing a hint of grievance as if he had been betrayed.
Han Yan was too lazy to pay attention to him.
He wanted to share the spoils without even putting in any effort, relying on the fact that the sword was silent. Otherwise, with the sword's temper, it would have cursed Wei Ying long ago.
The well-fed long sword disintegrated into a ball of black mist, wrapped around Duan Sui's arm, and was sent into the dark ghost gate by him.
Duan Sui raised his hand and drew the ghost mirror in front of him, observing the fight at Dangzhong Mountain. Wei Ying leaned forward and saw Jintian's face contorted with anger, apparently from the blow he'd been dealt. He exclaimed, "This one's even more of a heavyweight."
"I'll leave this here to you guys. I'm going to Dangzhong Mountain."
Duan Sui vanished without a trace after saying this. Wei Ying looked at the suddenly empty hall and uttered a soft "hmm" ("What's he doing in such a hurry?"). "It doesn't look like he needs any help over there."
Han Yan raised his hand and placed the ghost mirror in front of the chair in the main hall. Like the people in the mortal world, he placed the TV in the most upright position, intending to watch TV while cleaning the room. He said, "You can't be late to cheer for your sweetheart."
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Sang Qiqi's evil curse and fists completely angered Jintian.
He knew full well that the curse wouldn't pose much of a threat to him, but it was like an annoying mosquito or fly: its disgusting nature always managed to distract him at the crucial moment. And Sang Qiqi was a master at seizing the moment, always taking advantage of his distraction to deliver a fatal blow. If it weren't for his years of combat experience and his own strength, he would have been hammered into the ground by Sang Qiqi's fist!
When he was hit by Sang Qiqi's fist again, and the flowers and branches tried to bloom and grow in Jintian's body again, Jintian finally couldn't bear it anymore. He roared angrily. This roar was enough to penetrate the entire underworld and made the little ghosts in the land outside the Dangzhong Mountain tremble. Even the Styx began to ripple.
At the door of the first hall, Lin Yanluo frowned.
Beside the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po looked worried.
At the same time, the evil spirits suppressed at the foot of Dangzhong Mountain began to lose Jiang Yushan's control, howling and screaming, and began to show their heads.
Hands emerged from the ground, each with ridiculously long fingers and sharp nails that scraped against the ground with a piercing sound. The ground softened, and demons began to emerge. Following the hands came hideous faces, their ferocious features tinged with madness. Their dense, hoarse cries were like a thousand ducks quacking in Sang Qiqi's ears, giving her a headache.
Jiang Yushan raised his hand to drive away these evil spirits, but Sang Qiqi made a gesture to him to avoid it.
The Ghost Emperor frowned immediately.
These vengeful spirits were forcibly suppressed beneath the mountain many years ago. Jintian wanted to awaken them for two reasons: one was to devour them to increase his own power, and the other was to use them to deal with Sang Qiqi. The first motive was more likely.
Moreover, Jiang Yushan felt that awakening these resentful souls and devouring them was already part of Jintian's plan.
By devouring two Yamas and the Five Ghost Emperors, he could silently strengthen himself, and when he was strong enough to fight against Duan Sui, he could summon resentful souls without any scruples... There was nothing wrong with Jintian's idea, and now it depended on how Sang Qiqi wanted to deal with it.
His eyes fell on Sang Qiqi's face, and he didn't miss the other party's eager and meaningful expression. Jiang Yushan suddenly had a guess in his mind:
Could it be that Sang Qiqi wants to snatch food from Jintian?
Pop.
A ghostly hand emerged from the soil at Sang Qiqi's feet and, recklessly, grabbed her ankle with its long fingers. Sang Qiqi glanced down at it, then bent down and clamped her wrist around it. With a sudden force, the ghostly hand snapped in two.
A muffled groan of pain sounded from deep within the ground, and the remaining arm of the evil ghost began to shrink back into the ground, but Sang Qiqi didn't give it a chance. She grabbed the severed hand and pulled it up with force, and the extremely tall little ghost was pulled out with a look of horror on his face.
It was also during this period that the evil ghosts around who were clamoring to crawl out all revealed most of their bodies.
Neither Jintian nor Sang Qiqi moved.
Both of them were waiting, waiting for this group of food from underground.
Realizing what Sang Qiqi was planning to do, Jintian sneered, "You want to steal my food?"
"No?" She asked calmly with her arms folded, only to receive an increasingly mocking look from Jintian.
Sang Qiqi curled her lips and said nothing. At the moment when all the evil spirits crawled onto the ground, she did not open her arms to forcibly absorb the evil spirits. Instead, she suddenly threw out a piece of talisman paper, pinched her fingers together, and used the ghost energy to call out to the evil spirits sealed in the talisman paper.
With a click, as if breaking through some barrier, a ghost hand stretched out from the talisman paper.
Although they were all ghost hands, Jintian and Jiang Yushan could clearly sense that the fear and oppression brought by different ghost hands were different.
The wind was surging in the area of Dangzhong Mountain, and the sky above was covered by layers of dark clouds. The ghost on the talisman paper exposed more and more parts of its body. The moment he exposed his shoulders and head, an extremely familiar breath was brought to Jintian by the wind.
His movement of devouring the evil spirit froze, and shock and confusion began to appear in his eyes.
...Xun Cang?
How could it be Xun Cang's breath?
During the pause, the evil ghost had completely escaped from the talisman paper.
At the same time, Sang Qiqi laughed loudly: "Old man, this is my gift to you!"
boom!
An exaggerated suction force appeared around the evil ghost, sucking the nearest evil ghosts in front of him one by one and swallowing them whole! The nourishment of dozens or even hundreds of evil ghosts made the ghost energy in his body become increasingly rich. Then, the face that was so horrifying and ugly that only the evil ghosts' hideous expressions could be seen began to change. The ghost energy fell off his face like a mask, and his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose gradually became visible, forming the Xun Cang who should have been shattered a hundred years ago!
This sudden scene left Jintian and Jiang Yushan speechless.
Everyone thought Xun Cang was dead, but Xun Cang appeared in front of them again.
After being shocked, Jintian was furious. He had thought Duan Sui was the only one standing in his way, but Xun Cang's appearance meant he still had two more mountains to climb before becoming the Lord of Fengdu! No, that's not right, not two, but three! And then there was Sang Qiqi, who looked ordinary but was actually incredibly powerful!
Sang Qiqi didn't care whether Jintian was shocked or not. After letting Xun Cang out to snatch food from Jintian, she clenched her fists and rushed towards Jintian without saying a word.
Jintian's pupils shone crimson. He had to compete with Xuncang for food while also guarding against Sang Qiqi's attack. This was simply impossible! And asking him to give up any of these was even more impossible!
Because once you give up, it means death.
With a roar, Jintian split his body in two, one part speeding up to devour the evil spirits, while the other part met Sang Qiqi's attack. But he had overestimated himself. Even when he was one, he didn't dare to face Sang Qiqi's fist. Now that he was split in two and facing Sang Qiqi head-on, how could he possibly stop her?
Bang!
The fist touched Jintian, and Jintian was knocked away again.
Realizing that he was at a disadvantage, Jintian also knew that his method was useless in this fight. He kept thinking about finding a way to break the deadlock, but unfortunately Sang Qiqi's violence came very quickly. She closed the distance between the two in one step, then grabbed Jintian's shoulder with one hand and punched him in the face with the other hand in the most brutal and simple way.
Jintian tensed up as he sensed the force of the fist, and he unleashed his shoulder without a care in the world. But Sang Qiqi seemed to have guessed his intentions. The black mist created another space, and Jintian turned to run, but his forehead slammed into the black mist and bounced back. When he looked up, he was met with a fist as big as a sandbag.
The back-and-forth, chase-and-escape drama lasted for a long time, and Sang Qiqi's fist finally landed on Jintian's face.
The metacarpal bone, with all the strength gathered in the body, directly hit Jintian and made him dizzy.
At the moment of dizziness, Sang Qiqi seized the opportunity again.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, dong ...
Jiang Yushan, Xun Cang and Duan Sui who had rushed over all held their twitching eyes, while Jintian's clone was almost exploding with anger.
The half of his body trapped by Sang Qiqi was part of his entire body, so he could clearly feel the intense pain emanating from his face. He roared in anger, but he couldn't move to help. He could only absorb the evil spirits as quickly as possible. If he didn't help, the clone would be beaten to pieces by Sang Qiqi.
When the black fog surrounding Sang Qiqi dissipated, she walked out holding half of Jintian, which looked like a dead fish.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Half Jintian.
When everyone saw the miserable appearance of the people opposite them, their expressions were very complicated.
Sang Qiqi had said she would hammer Jintian into a pulp, and she had done just that. Jintian's neck seemed broken, so his head hung limply, his features sunken, his crimson eyes huddled together, their shape completely invisible.
Only faint gasps could be heard after long intervals.
"Sang! Qi! Qi!"
The extremely angry cry shook Sang Qiqi's eardrums. She reached out and rummaged around, and in front of Jintian's remaining clones, she threw the broken thing in her hand to Xun Cang.
That skillful movement was like picking up a bone and throwing it to a dog on the side of the road...
This strange description emerged in Xun Cang's mind, but he couldn't refuse.
With Jintian's eyes bloodshot, he transformed into a demon again and swallowed the clone in one gulp.
A warm current flowed outward from his body, and Xuncang, who had been weak for many years, felt comfortable for the first time. He narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and waved it, and the evil spirit that was almost at Jintian's mouth was forcibly sucked to his mouth.
This behavior made Jintian want to grind the people in front of him into ashes!
He ignored it, no longer obsessed with devouring it, instead gathering all his ghostly energy and charging at Sang Qiqi in revenge. Sang Qiqi quickly dodged, and as she turned, she suddenly appeared beside Jintian. Jintian reached out with his long arms, grabbed Sang Qiqi's shoulders, and pinned her to the ground. His strength was incredible, especially when his sharp claws pierced Sang Qiqi's shoulder. Sang Qiqi hissed softly, her body as nimble as a loach. With a powerful twist of her legs, she pressed herself against Jintian and delivered a punch.
Bang.
The punch caused Jintian's face to twist.
The pain as if all the bones in his body were broken in an instant made Jintian's expression even more ferocious. He gathered his strength again, and the ghost energy turned into countless spikes that pierced Sang Qiqi, but Sang Qiqi simply put a layer of barrier on her body, and didn't care whether the spikes would pierce her palm or not, and rushed towards Jintian's forehead.
One beats, the other resists.
This behavior, which was no different from the way humans fight, stunned the three spectators present.
Bang!
Another punch hit Jintian's eyes.
Sang Qiqi snorted coldly: "You bastard, if it weren't for you, would I have been an orphan for two lifetimes?"
Bang!
The fist hit Jintian's nose bridge with such force that it shattered the ground beneath Jintian's head. The ground collapsed and buried both of them.
But Sang Qiqi continued to snort coldly: "This punch is for the old man."
Bang.
The ground continued to sink.
"This punch goes to Duan Sui."
Bang.
Jintian let out a helpless wail.
"This punch goes to Luan Lin."
Bang.
Jintian's face was sunken.
"This fist is for me."
Bang bang bang!
Countless collision sounds rang out deep underground and reached the surface. During this time, Jintian's painful wails became softer and softer, until at some point they turned into sobs in his throat.
Sang Qiqi jumped up from the ground holding this half clone and threw the half-dead Jintian to Xun Cang again.
However, no one expected that at this time, Jintian still had the strength to struggle. The moment he approached Xuncang, he seemed to have used up all his strength, turned his head and ran towards the depths of Dangzhong Mountain.
There is a retreat ahead.
Jintian thought, as long as he could retain a shred of consciousness, he could hide in a corner and recuperate, just like he had for the past few decades, replenishing his body and strength. At worst, it would take a few more decades, or even centuries. By then, when his strength had recovered, no matter if it was Sang Qiqi, Duan Sui, or Xun Cang, they would all be defeated by him!
And he will step into Fengdu City again and sit on the chair in the Fengdu Hall!
A longing smile gradually appeared on his face, but the smile froze completely the next second.
Phew.
A spear formed from condensed mist pierced the air and pierced his chest. However, the spear did not stop. Instead, it rushed towards the remaining peak of Dangzhong Mountain at an unstoppable speed, piercing into the mountain until it pierced through, then stopped.
He opened his mouth, but the yearning in his eyes turned into dead silence when he met Sang Qiqi's condescending gaze.
Sang Qiqi raised her hand and pulled out the spear, letting it turn back into black mist that lingered around her.
Without the support of the spear, Jintian's body slowly slid to the ground. His eyes were open, but they were lifeless, staring blankly at the rocks above his head.
Sang Qiqi's clear but disgusted voice seemed to ring in my ears: "Tsk, clown."
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