Chapter 1123 The Power of the Prison King
On the Wheel of Fortune, the third pattern appeared. It was a being that looked like both a god and a demon, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, like an old monk in meditation, or a demon in deep sleep.
When the pattern was fully revealed, a huge shadow of the Prison King appeared in front of Zhou Wen, and Zhou Wen had teleported to the top of the locomotive.
The shadow of the Hell King, who was like a giant god or demon, slapped down and hit the front of the ghost train.
The ghost train that was originally speeding suddenly slowed down. Prince Yu blocked the locomotive with his hands, but his body was pushed back quickly by the terrifying force. His hands that were in contact with the locomotive were also being burned and swallowed by the strange blue flames.
Zhou Wen felt happy when he saw that the power of the Prison King was effective on the locomotive.
After all, the Hell King is still at the mythical level. He can actually slow down the ghost train in the event of a head-on collision. This shows that the power of the Hell King has a strong inhibitory effect on the ghost train. Otherwise, if it were any other mythical soul, it would have been swallowed up by the ghost train long ago.
Feeling the information coming from the Prison King, Zhou Wen seemed to have some understanding in his heart.
After a hundred years of practice, Xiao Prajna has been pushed to the pinnacle of mythology by Zhou Wen, and Yu Wangzun has also reached the pinnacle of mythology, but for some reason, they have never been able to go any further.
Now, when the Lord of Hell was fighting against the Fear-level Ghost Train, he made Zhou Wen understand the root cause.
The reason why the Prince of Hell was unable to make further progress was not because Zhou Wen’s realm was not enough, but because his body had limitations when he was trapped.
At this time, Zhou Wen already had some vague guesses that he might really have been trapped for only five years, not hundreds of years.
Because his realm has been constantly improving, but the Qi Jue in his body has not kept up with the improvement of his realm. This is probably because his body time and thought time are not synchronized.
In other words, Zhou Wen only felt that he had experienced a hundred years, but his body had only experienced five years.
"What exactly did the teacher do? Or was it originally the power of Fangzhang Mountain? The teacher just used the power of Fangzhang Mountain?" Zhou Wen didn't have the mind to think about those things now.
The Prince of Hell was pushed back quickly by the train, and his body was constantly burned by the blue ghost fire.
However, the speed of the ghost train also slowed down a lot, allowing the disciples of Ertian Feitianliu to retreat to the side in time. Only the train pushed Yu Wangzun forward continuously.
The Prince of Hell seemed like a machine without any emotions, truthfully transmitting everything he had endured to Zhou Wen's brain, making Zhou Wen's feelings more and more intense.
"Then let's give it a try." Zhou Wen's eyes focused, and the Small Prajna Sutra began to flow rapidly in his body. At the same time, the pattern of the Hell King on the Wheel of Destiny also burned with invisible karma fire.
After the disciples of Ertian Feixianliu escaped, they all watched the battle between Ghost Train and Prison King.
They could all see that the Prison King was obviously a life soul, and Zhou Wen did not have the aura of a dimensional creature or guardian, so he should be just a human.
But it is really hard to believe that pure humans can compete with the ghost train.
After all, Qi Yakai and Ben Zhenying are both mythical powerhouses. Qi Yakai is even known as the half-step terror. Even he finds it difficult to compete with the ghost train. A pure human being, who only uses his own soul, can temporarily resist the ghost train. Even if it is only for a short time, it is shocking enough.
But at this time, they had no time to think too much. They watched as the Prison King was pushed by the ghost train and had already crashed into the mountain behind him. Moreover, the Prison King's body was completely wrapped in blue ghost flames. The collision caused flames to fly everywhere, and the blue ghost flames rose and surged, completely engulfing the Prison King's body and the mountain behind him.
Everyone thought that the Prison King was finished, but only Zhou Wen's eyes were shining, and at the same time, the pattern of the Prison King on the horoscope was also shining brightly.
When the disciples of Ertian Feixianliu were retreating, they suddenly found that something seemed wrong.
After the ghost train hit the mountain, it stopped there. It did not break the mountain, nor was it able to pass through the mountain.
Its wheels were still turning and its whistle was still blasting, but it did not move forward.
The mountain in front of it was still enveloped in blazing ghostly flames, and Zhou Wen was suspended above the mountain.
Snap! Snap!
A strange sound came from the mountain wrapped in ghostly flames, like something crackling, or like firecrackers crackling.
Suddenly, the blue flame quickly faded away. It was more accurate to say that it was swallowed up than faded away. However, no one could see what swallowed the ghost flame.
As the ghost flames faded, a mountain wrapped in flames gradually appeared. In front of the mountain stood the Hell King, whom they thought had been destroyed.
But the current Lord of Prisons can no longer be called Lord of Prisons.
His body is like a Buddha sitting cross-legged, but he has four faces and eight arms. Each arm has a different posture and is holding a different mudra. The four faces are also different.
The face in front of me showed no joy or sorrow, no emotion or worry, and seemed like a machine without any emotions.
The face on the left, however, is smiling, making people feel like they are in the spring breeze.
The right side of the face was completely different, with tears of blood in the corners of the eyes, and a look of pity and sadness.
The face behind him could not be seen, but one could vaguely feel that the eyes on that face seemed to be spying on the world.
No one could see the face behind him, because behind him, there was a black hole like hell, and a black Buddha light was floating behind him.
There were strange lights inside the black hole, and faint sounds of gods crying and ghosts howling could be heard. Although nothing could be seen, it made people feel boundless fear.
The ghost train was no longer moving forward. Not only was it not moving forward, it was also trying to move backward.
Its wheels were reversing and the whistle was blaring, but the car body was unable to move backwards. Not only did it not move backwards, it was pulled by a strange force and continued to approach the Prison King.
The Prince of Hell closed his eyes slightly, and slowly clapped his hands down.
The ghost train madly spewed out ghost flames, trying to stop the descending big hand, but before the ghost flames touched the big hand, they were swallowed by the invisible karma fire.
Boom!
The terrifying ghost train was smashed into pieces by a big hand and turned into flames flying all over the sky. However, when the flames were still in the air, they were swallowed by the invisible karma fire.
The people who had been swallowed by the ghost train before also fell out, and along with them fell a piece of bright green crystal.
The disciples of Ertian Feixianliu stared blankly at Yuwangzun and Zhou Wen who was floating above Yuwangzun's head. They seemed to understand why Qi Yakai, whom they regarded as a god, respected Zhou Wen so much.
"A human body ascended to myth... Is he really a human..." Ben Zhenying looked at Zhou Wen with a complicated expression, muttering to herself
(End of this chapter)
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