"Can you tell which way is which?" Lin Feng asked Hong Linggui from the bottom of his heart.
"Left!"
With a simple prompt, Lin Feng immediately moved to the left.
There were fewer pits on the left, but some of them were covered with straw mats. Several pits that looked quite unsettling had open coffin lids standing upright, with candlesticks and backpacks scattered around them.
Continuing forward, Lin Feng donned the Shadow Cloak, which exhibited a subtle delay as he moved.
Pit, carriage, horse bones, carrying pole, bicycle, guns, mummies...
Many things appeared in this ghostly realm, each half-buried in the soil, until they reached a dilapidated house.
"This is the Nine-Turn Thunderfire Ghost-Torture Staff. It bears the seals of Marshal Zhu, who vanquishes evil and exterminates witches, and Marshal Meng, who executes and tortures ghosts. Recite the Ghost-Torture Incantation in conjunction with it, and the two marshals will be summoned immediately!"
Lin Feng had only taken a few steps when he heard Mao Xiaofang's voice from inside the house. He then said, "Do you want to verify its authenticity? This Nine Revolutions Thunderfire was bestowed by the Marshal of the Thunder Department. It's extremely powerful, and each strike is soul-stirring."
After saying that, Mao Xiaofang casually began to recite: "Tianpeng Tianyou, Zhenwu Zhenjun, Heisha Marshal, Wuyi General... cough cough, what's the next line again? I just learned a little bit, I haven't memorized it yet..."
A moment later, the voice of the One-Eyebrow Taoist appeared in my ears: "This thing of mine is a five-colored, five-direction command flag, green, red, yellow, white, and black, representing the five elements, five directions, and five colors. Although it cannot borrow divine power, it can summon all gods to protect me."
Lin Feng listened and took a few steps closer. From a distance, he saw four people sitting in the house. In the middle was a dark-faced water ghost from a deep pool. On the left and right were Mao Xiaofang and Yi Mei, each holding a magical artifact. With his back to him was Ahao, who was holding a pig-slaughtering knife and speaking in a trembling voice.
"My butcher's knife..."
Ah Hao racked his brains for words, then took a deep breath: "Our family has a ten-generation tradition of slaughtering tens of thousands of pigs. We've entered the imperial palace three times, slaying evil dragons and ghost kings. Even the gods and Buddhas in the heavens would avoid us!"
hiss!
The Ghost King couldn't help but lean back. The other two spoke with an air of authority, but Ah Hao spoke with a death wish. Ah Hao's imposing figure directly overwhelmed him. If he were to die here, the Ghost King of this deep pool would probably no longer be him.
"And you, what treasures do you have?" Seeing the Ghost King's fear, Ah Hao immediately laughed, brandishing his pig-slaughtering knife twice and raising a gust of evil wind.
The Ghost King suddenly focused his gaze, about to say something, when he noticed Lin Feng behind the door.
In an instant, a thought flashed through the Ghost King's mind. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a gust of yin wind and pulled Lin Feng to his side: "Newcomer, what treasures do you have?"
Lin Feng staggered, then steadied himself and pondered for a moment. Looking at the ghost face that was now close to him, he had a sudden urge to attack.
They were originally arrested and expected to face a fierce battle, but it turned into an antique appraisal?
"The Nine Star Yin Wood Sword, the Netherworld Tongbao Copper Coin Sword, and..." Lin Feng spoke slowly, holding the swords while keeping a watchful eye on them.
besides?
The Ghost King's eyes widened, as did the three people watching from the side. They had seen countless Taoist treasures, but... they never imagined there would be something so completely opposite.
At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly stopped and asked the Ghost King, "Hmm, what treasures do you have?"
"I..." The Ghost King suddenly turned cold and hesitated, "I possess the precious bones of a thousand-year-old dragon, with a fish's body and a snake's tail..."
"Really? All you do is talk, show it to me!" Seeing that the Ghost King didn't move, Ah Hao immediately shouted.
The Ghost King snorted coldly and stood up with a whoosh: "Hmph, come with me!"
The gloomy figure drifted into the house, and the tightly closed door at the back suddenly opened, revealing a faint glimmer of white light.
Ah Hao took the lead and rushed in without waiting for the others to discuss it: "A dragon? Haha, I've never seen a dragon in my life!"
With a helpless expression, he quickly followed after her.
Lin Feng was a step behind and asked Mao Xiaofang, "What happened?"
Mao Xiaofang took a deep breath, his expression suddenly clearing: "After this guy came in, he cursed the Ghost King for being ungrateful, and then boasted about everything he had... As a result, the other party got angry and bet against him. Whoever lost had to kneel down and call him 'Grandpa' three times... and then offer up their head."
After saying that, the Ghost King in front turned around and looked at the two of them. Mao Xiaofang shrugged and stepped into the room.
Lin Feng followed him in with some doubt. Could it be a ghost king with a goofy personality?
Behind the door was a long passageway, like a tomb passage or a cave, damp and dark. Only when they reached the deepest part did the white light from before reappear before their eyes.
"Millennial Dragon's Precious Bone"
A white jade-colored dragon bone, about ten meters long, lay coiled among the rocks deep in the passage. Its head, which resembled a fish but was not quite a fish, had a lightning-shaped crack that faintly emitted a few sparks of electricity.
"How about it?" The Ghost King stood in front of the precious bone, turned around, and laughed triumphantly.
Mao Xiaofang took a few steps closer, carrying the torture stick, and looked around seriously for a long time: "It can't be called a precious bone, but the layout is quite interesting."
Everyone turned to look at him. The Ghost King casually moved aside a little to allow him to continue his investigation.
"This dragon died from heavenly lightning, and the residual lightning damaged the energy of the dragon bones... Xuan Yin Formation." Mao Xiaofang looked at the Ghost King in surprise, suddenly recalling the black water that the Ghost King spat out when he destroyed the peach wood sword.
The thing capable of destroying the Nine-Turn Lightning Strike Peach Wood Sword must have come from here!
"Hehe, you Taoist priest have quite the eye, you've seen through my secrets so quickly." The Ghost King laughed heartily, waving his hand to summon a ball of black water: "My Xuan Yin Water is specifically designed to destroy your lightning-struck wood."
As they spoke, a vortex of yin energy swirled around them, blocking their path as the Ghost King turned to Yi Mei: "So, how much power can your Five Directions Command Flags possibly wield in this world?"
With a furrowed brow, Yi Mei pulled back the agitated Ahao.
Mao Xiaofang looked at Lin Feng, the Ghost King's current target, with a strange expression.
"Boy, show me your treasure!" The Ghost King laughed even more wildly.
Betting on something? Going into the cave? That was intentional on his part, but he didn't know that Mao Xiaofang and the others were doing it on purpose as well.
Lin Feng stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, looking at the Ghost King's fierce eyes with some worry, and said, "That thing is too powerful, I dare not take it out..."
"Heh heh, take it out, I told you to take it out, so take it out!" the Ghost King roared angrily.
"Alright..." Lin Feng sighed and said to Mao Xiaofang and Yi Mei, "You two stand a little further back..."
Mao Xiaofang had already stepped back, and Yi Mei hesitated somewhat, but still followed Mao Xiaofang and stood a little further away.
At this moment, Lin Feng looked at the Ghost King again, slowly raised his hand, and drew out a seemingly ordinary blade in front of the other party.
That's it?
The Ghost King was somewhat annoyed. The blade was indeed tainted with an ominous aura, but there were plenty of such things. He could easily find hundreds or even thousands of similar weapons in his Ghost Domain.
“This is a demonic blade.” Lin Feng sighed. “If it opens its eyes, someone will be in trouble.”
The Ghost King sensed a hint of mockery in the words and sneered, "Then let me see for myself."
In his ghost realm, and within the area he specifically sealed off using a precious bone as the array's core, even the gods and Buddhas of the Nine Heavens had no time to attend to this place, yet it could be suppressed by a single weapon.
"Alright." Lin Feng pretended to be hesitant, bringing the knife a little closer to the Ghost King while giving Mao Xiaofang a wink: "Then please open your eyes."
The smooth blade trembled slightly, seemingly elongating a little, spreading out a dark area that was difficult to see clearly. The Ghost King stretched his neck, bringing his entire face close, staring wide-eyed at the dark area.
Suddenly, a bulge appeared on the blade, and then a crack appeared.
"This is..."
The Ghost King sensed something was watching him, and the next second, an eyeball shot out from the crack and stared intently at him.
Hiss! The Ghost King gasped, having seen countless things, but never anything so sinister.
At that very moment, Mao Xiaofang and Yimei behind him seized the opportunity, raised their magical weapons in unison, and fiercely stabbed at the top of the Ghost King's head.
But at that very moment, Ah Hao suddenly blocked their path with the knife in his hand, and grinned sinisterly.
The Ghost King raised his head and laughed arrogantly, withdrawing his gaze from the Demon Blade. Without saying a word, he turned and grabbed Mao Xiaofang.
This person was the only one who posed a threat to him. Not only had he seen through the formation, but the weapon in his hand was also closely related to immortals and gods. Such a Taoist must be from a major sect and possess many secret techniques.
As for Yi Mei, he was rendered useless once he lost contact with the Five Directions Command Flags, and his disciple was standing in front of him, so he wasn't afraid at all.
As for Lin Feng, although he was somewhat surprised that he was able to find him so quickly, he was surprised that Lin Feng could turn his back on his own turf.
As Mao Xiaofang prepared to strike the approaching ghost king with his shackles, a water ghost, carrying a ball of black water, quietly slipped the shackles over his back and disappeared with a smile into Mao Xiaofang's despairing eyes.
Just as the Taoist with one eyebrow managed to subdue Ah Hao, a bunch of water monkeys crawled out from behind him and pinned him to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, Mao Xiaofang was also caught, leaving only Lin Feng standing around. But soon, water ghosts appeared behind him and pounced on him.
Lin Feng swept his hands horizontally, the blades carving out a safe space amidst the surrounding ghosts, and muttered to himself inexplicably, "How does your strength compare to his?"
There seemed to be some inaudible sounds, and Lin Feng immediately nodded.
At this moment, he picked up the demonic blade, which had opened one eye, again and handed it to a pale hand that reached out from behind him.
One, two, three... seven eyes appeared on the demonic blade in succession, until an eighth eye with a lightning scar and a completely blind ninth eye appeared on the blade's surface, at which point the changes on the blade stopped.
call!
The black aura pressed down on all sides, and the seven twisting eyes exuded a sense of oppression, instantly freezing the smugness on the Ghost King's face.
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