There was nowhere to dodge, and nowhere to avoid!
Even before the Iron Ghost appeared, just a giant hand formed from energy made Fang Zong feel as if he were on the verge of despair!
"Hiss... A master of magic level, how terrifying!"
It felt like an overwhelming pressure from a higher level of existence was coming at him. Fang Zong couldn't react at all, and he couldn't even raise his hand before the green-haired ghost hand slapped him on the forehead.
The immense pain bombarded the Baihui point, impacted the brain, assaulted the cerebellum, and then penetrated straight into the spine!
The pain was indescribable, as if the long spine supporting the body was being violently shaken from the back of the head down.
An unprecedented sense of oppression descended straight down, starting from the head, surging through the spine, and ending at the tailbone, shattering everything inch by inch; the pain was maddening.
"How terrifying!" Fang Zong could only shout out his deepest feelings.
Then, shaking his neck, the fractured skull and brain matter returned to normal, as if not a single hair had fallen out.
"Dingdang! Congratulations... Summoner's luck is incredibly bad! After being attacked by a Cold Iron Zombie, you've obtained a Woodcutting Skill Book (White) +1!"
"What?" Fang Zong was completely dumbfounded.
Chopping wood?
What the hell is chopping wood?!
The strongest boss in history suffered the most painful attack he had ever experienced; he was in excruciating pain!
You... gave me a white skill book for chopping wood?
Society has developed to the point where natural gas and induction cookers don't exist anymore, right? Are you trying to transport me back to the feudal era, where I have to chop wood and exchange it for copper coins to eat?
Fang Zong went completely mad!
Without saying a word, he slashed down dozens of ghosts around him and stared defiantly at the green-haired ghost hand floating in the sky.
The ghostly hand paused, motionless, seemingly stunned by his complete escape.
"Hit me!" Fang Zong roared.
With one strike, he slew dozens more ghosts.
There are not many ghosts left, and very few of them wear Taoist robes, so you can't feel their sword energy.
Fang Zong simply slashed dozens of them with one stroke, coldly staring at the green-haired ghost hand, provoking it relentlessly.
The ghost hand remained motionless.
Fang Zong looked around and saw that the Daoist nun Ziyu was sneaking towards the back mountain. With a sudden collision, he caught her in his hand.
"Young master, Qiaoyu is actually my biological daughter. I am your mother-in-law!" The nun Ziyu's face changed color.
Lin Qiaoyu: "⊙0⊙"
The nun Ziyu continued to struggle: "Really, I'm not lying to you. In those days, nuns couldn't..."
"I understand, so I'll give you a peaceful death."
Fang Zong smiled slightly, his fingers burning with male yang energy, and pressed them against the center of the Purple Jade Daoist's forehead.
Out of respect for Lin Qiaoyu, he did not touch the ghost. The dragon's male energy burned away the ghost's soul, causing the ghost body of the Purple Jade Taoist nun to begin to burn and scatter into ashes.
"Oh no!" This was the last word of the Ziyu Daoist nun.
"You...you even killed your mother-in-law?!"
"I want to set up a memorial tablet for her." Lin Qiaoyu shed ghost tears that turned into pale blue smoke.
Fang Zong nodded, his long sword pointing diagonally, ready to annihilate all the little devils. Since Tie Gui wasn't making a move, then he'd cut off Tie Gui's roots altogether; that wood-chopping skill book had really angered him.
After I took such a painful and hard slap from you, you give me a woodcutter skill book?
It's still white!
Suddenly, the earth cracked open.
A deep chasm suddenly appeared between Fang Zong and the fleeing imp.
"The Yin-Yang Path is indeed terrifying." The green-haired ghost hand laughed loudly, "You are a living person, yet the Yin-Yang Path can give you an immortal ghost body. It truly lives up to its reputation as a terrifying force that has existed since ancient times. However, the world has changed, and it is still uncertain who will become king and who will become a bandit. You have many enemies."
Chopping wood to burn at the foot of the southern mountain, leisurely playing the flute by a green ox.
This iron-willed man has no interest in getting involved in the infighting among you powerful factions!
As soon as the words fell, the green-haired ghost hand swept across, grabbing all the little ghosts in its palm and sweeping towards the back mountain.
Fang Zong hurriedly gave chase and discovered a cave on the hilltop behind the mountain. He tried to follow it in, but suddenly the stone door slammed shut, sending him flying dozens of meters away.
"Bang!" The Killing Slash came down, but only left a bottomless wound.
The stone gate is made of ordinary material, but its thickness is unknown. It seems to have been integrated into the entire Dongcheng Mountain!
Fang Zong slashed a few times, but it was completely useless.
"Come out here!" With no other option, Fang Zong decided to start a verbal battle, so he took out his phone to record the conversation.
"This Iron Ghost won't go out," the other party said leisurely. "You possess ancient secret techniques that I, the Iron Ghost, cannot harm. Instead, I will lose something. Although it's just some memories from when I was alive, why would I, the Iron Ghost, bother with such a futile effort?"
"You can leave now. This Iron Ghost has no desire to have anything to do with the Yin-Yang Path."
Oh dear, there's still a misunderstanding.
Fang Zong decisively laid his cards on the table: "I am not a member of the Yin-Yang Road!"
"Go, go, it's no use. I, Iron Ghost, am a clever ghost..."
The sound gradually faded. Fang Zong shouted a few times, but it was no use. So he simply took out Lin Qiaoyu's phone, shared the software with her, and started playing it.
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"Iron Ghost, open the door! Open the door! You dare to steal a man? You dare to open the door!"
"Iron Demon, Iron Demon, Bastard, Bastard, Bastard, Bastard, hiding under your skirt pretending to be a hero..."
As a provocative song, Fang Zong thought it was quite catchy.
He threw Lin Qiaoyu's phone in front of the stone gate and turned to leave.
He can definitely dig through this stone gate, but it won't be a matter of a day or two. More likely, the mountain will collapse halfway through his digging, burying him inside.
Fang Zongke wouldn't do such a losing business.
Turn around and return to the front of the mountain.
But as soon as they arrived at the main hall of Chongxu Temple, a group of people who were crying and sobbing came towards them.
After being slashed a few times by his Killing Slash, the main hall collapsed. In the ruins, there were more than twenty old people, women and children. Although they were unharmed, their faces were full of fear. They saw him as if they had seen a savior.
"A military general, he's a military general!"
"Help……"
The group of people ran towards them, and a girl wearing a red hat threw herself into Fang Zong's arms, crying out in a soft, melodious voice, "We're from the Springfield Flower Tour Group, and we've been captured and brought here..."
"Stop talking. I'm not sure I can get you out of here safely. Write your wills first."
Fang Zong interrupted the other party directly.
The twenty-odd people started crying again. They had seen Fang Zong's fight earlier, and he wasn't the kind of scum who begged for help and then cursed at people. Some of them had pens, tore open the tour guide's notebook, and wrote their wills.
Everyone hopes that a will will not serve its intended purpose.
The tour guide collected the suicide notes, stacked them up, and handed them to Fang Zong. Wiping away her tears, she said, "If you can't save us, Brother Wu, you should escape first. If you can send these suicide notes out, we'll... Waaah..." She started crying again as she spoke.
"What a lovely girl," Fang Zong thought to himself.
It's a pity that such a good girl's beautiful youth has faded away.
Fang Zong never expected that the ghosts of Chongxu Temple would have such a perverse sense of humor.
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I was planning to update six chapters today, but after deleting and revising, I still haven't gotten it right. There will be another chapter later.
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