The far north.
After everything was prepared, the four of them arrived at the entrance to this ghostly realm. Wan Jun, who had nothing to do, was lounging on a piece of black ice, taking a nap, waiting for their arrival.
"Oh, you're here."
Wan Jun sat up abruptly, somewhat bored, brushing the ice shards off his body and letting out a long yawn: "So, who is my opponent?"
His languid voice was devoid of any emotion, as if it were an ordinary matter, which he spoke of with utter nonchalance.
"It's been four days, you should have made up your minds by now, right?"
"Do you expect me to choose for you?"
Wan Jun shrugged his shoulders, his body slumped down a bit, revealing the pair of feet that were resting on his shoulders.
At that moment, several other people emerged from the black ice, and Xiao Qing, who had been sealed deep within the black ice, was dragged out and placed brightly before them.
Gui Yu Di Xing came to Wan Jun's side, Gui Cha Li Ye stood on the other side behind, and Gui Tu Han Yuan guarded Hei Bing.
"Twenty days is too long, but... if it's used to invade the whole world, then it's just right."
"Once I've dealt with you all, I'll have time to slowly collect a bunch of Nightmare Points."
Wan Jun spoke as if it were a casual conversation, unlike his previous arrogance. However, he did not slow down and walked straight for dozens of meters to the very center of the black ice.
Seeing this, Lin Feng walked over and, under Wan Jun's watchful gaze, stepped into the area of black ice, arriving not far from the other party.
"Um..."
Wan Jun's gaze drifted, and he casually raised his hand, moving his index finger up and down. The familiar sensation immediately landed on Lin Feng's shoulder, pressing down on his body.
"fall."
With a murmur, Lin Feng's shoulders felt heavier again, and his hidden legs became clear, revealing strange patterns.
Immediately afterwards, the pressure on his shoulders increased sharply. This invisible force not only landed on his shoulders but also on his will, constantly squeezing him down.
Lin Feng frowned, and his body naturally floated up, but the strong pressure of his will constantly distracted him, making it difficult for him to concentrate.
Soon, Lin Feng was covered in a demonized body, which steadily withstood the pressure and floated calmly in the air.
"Sure, let's have another one then."
Wan Jun raised his finger and moved it up and down again, and a new pair of feet appeared on Lin Feng's shoulders, bringing even greater pressure.
At this moment, the two ghostly figures above Lin Feng's head also fully appeared. They were like black humanoid figures existing in a virtual world, both with their heads down, stepping on his shoulders, staring at him with two pairs of malicious eyes.
"This is the first participant in the Ghostly Strike I've killed; his willpower attribute is... Gluttony!"
As Wan Jun spoke, the newly appeared ghostly figure emitted a series of array auras, which pressed down hard on Lin Feng's will and began the most direct attack.
devour!
"Smack!"
Wan Jun snapped his fingers. He didn't think one was enough. Immediately afterward, a third ghostly figure appeared on Lin Feng's shoulder. It was like a twisted shadow, crowding together, stretching and thinning, with its head bowed, nailed to Lin Feng's shoulder, evil and insane.
"This is a spirit using a pen, but of course, she's not an ordinary one."
Lin Feng's gaze shifted, and the flow of time on the left suddenly slowed down by several seconds, creating a strong sense of time division.
At that very moment, Wan Jun burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, there's more!!!"
The third pair, the fourth pair, the fifth pair... a total of eight pairs of feet simultaneously stood on Lin Feng's shoulders. The four participants, four different strange creatures, stood on his will, tearing his mind apart.
Gluttony, tyranny, bloodlust, and madness are four attributes of will.
There are four kinds of spirits: the Ouija board spirit, the money spirit, the chopstick spirit, and the ashe spirit.
Bang!
With a heavy slam, Lin Feng's body was slammed onto the ice. His body seemed to replicate these eerie figures, standing there motionless, head bowed, bearing the weight of the eight ghostly figures.
Si Zang and the others immediately looked over anxiously.
"Tsk tsk tsk, is that all?"
Wan Jun walked over with a smile, his gaze shifting from Si Zang and the others to Lin Feng. He sighed, "It's a pity his willpower attribute isn't what I wanted, otherwise..."
otherwise?
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Feng's lowered arm grabbed him hard and stabbed Wan Jun's raised arm.
The head that had been lowered suddenly turned around, a sinister look on its face, and grabbed Wan Jun's fist that was swinging towards it, pressing it down hard.
"What else?" An exceptionally clear voice rang out from Lin Feng's mouth. Even through the mask of the demonized body, Wan Jun could see those bright eyes.
"Hehehe, hahahaha, come on, let me see just how much strength you're still hiding!"
Wan Jun laughed, laughed heartily, laughed maniacally. He raised his hand, revealing the suppressed madness in his eyes, and shouted, "Ghost Pagoda, Ghost Pagoda, eight legs, eight heads, a person at the bottom, a Buddha on top!"
Lin Feng's neck stiffened, and the weight pressing down on his head instantly transformed into a mountain. The eight ghostly figures stood on each other's shoulders like stacked pagodas, standing upright between heaven and earth.
"Hehehe... Ghost Guanyin, suppress!"
The next instant, a ghostly Guanyin appeared sitting cross-legged atop the eight-story Ghost Pagoda. Her half-hidden eyes emitted a fierce light, instantly erasing her kind and benevolent appearance.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Feng's raised arm suddenly went limp and fell down, and even his turned head lost its strength again, lying stiffly on his chest.
"Originally, I planned to make Fahai the base of my Ghost Pagoda, but now I suddenly realize that you seem pretty good too."
"However, why don't you summon your contracted soul entities?"
"serial number?"
Wan Jun moved closer, smiling as he examined the eerie aura suppressing Lin Feng: "Summon it out so I can play with it. Let me see if your soul forms are strong enough~"
"After all, we were both chosen by the same guide. Let me see if you, who have chosen a different path, have the potential to surpass us."
clang!
A long spear emerged from Lin Feng's side and pierced Wan Jun's chest.
"Demon Martial Spirit~ Hahahaha, come on!" Wan Jun slapped away the spear, and Fahai, who had transformed into a ghost monk, stepped out of his body like a shadow, put his hands together, and grabbed Hong Ling's weapon.
The murderous aura manifested as a black tiger lunging out, and the tip of the Red Spear trembled rapidly. However, Fahai remained unfazed, letting the black tiger charge past him, steadily gripping his spear without the slightest change in expression.
This is the ghost, the unkillable ghost. They exist only in the form of a human and cannot be destroyed by a spearhead.
Their attacks directly destroy willpower, forces that act according to predetermined rules, turning people into the same kind of ghosts.
After Hongling retreated from her attack, a feeling of being suppressed suddenly appeared in her heart, slowing down all her movements.
Suddenly, Fahai emitted a wisp of black Buddhist light, and one after another, lifeless, withered skeletal Arhats pressed down around Hongling, chanting the Ghost Buddha Corpse Sutra in her ear, infecting her mind, assimilating her will, and gradually transforming her limbs into the shape of white bones.
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