Chapter 94: Wang Lingguan (3,000 words)
Northern Ghost Emperor!
Deep in the underworld, a tall, blue-faced god wearing an imperial crown descended here.
Zhang Ling was already exhausted at this moment and could no longer exert any strength. He looked at the Ghost Emperor with a frown, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
Fashan stepped forward immediately to stop the Ghost Emperor.
Ao Xin and Naoshenghou protected Zhang Ling from behind.
The atmosphere was once again extremely cold, with tensions rising and ready for a fight to break out at any moment.
In a moment, another sacred being wearing an imperial crown and with the same blue face and fangs arrived. He was also another Northern Ghost Emperor!
When the two Ghost Emperors of the same level arrived, Fashan had already been seriously injured. Although he had just been restored to health by the spiritual object given by the lively monkey, the hidden injuries in his body still remained, making it difficult for him to exert his full strength.
The two Northern Ghost Emperors looked at each other and ran towards here without saying a word.
The ghosts and gods were majestic and mysterious, like the endless deep sea. They were motionless at first, but then they exploded with unstoppable force and momentum, breaking through the void with a rumbling sound and coming through, full of murderous intent.
"Amitabha, where is the guardian beast of Xumi?"
Fashan has kind eyes and a benevolent look, his hands clasped together, and his robes are shining with Buddha's light.
A centipede that was barely noticeable to the naked eye escaped from the cassock and flew straight upwards. The next second, a ten-thousand-foot-long flying centipede suddenly appeared.
It hovers in the air, with two wings and two claws, its body is dark red, and its entire body is illuminated by the Buddha's light, holy and peaceful.
It was as if the entire void above the underworld was occupied by this centipede, blocking out the sky and the sun, creating a very oppressive feeling.
"Amitabha, I have no choice but to call you into the world. If the Buddha has any reprimands, I am willing to accept the punishment."
Zhang Ling heard Fashan's helpless voice, but he also looked up at the big centipede.
Flying centipede!
That’s right!
Zhang Ling still remembered that it had not been long since he came here. At that time, he was still working as a landowner in Xingfu Town. Later, he killed a flying centipede in Taohua Temple. Although the size and momentum of the two were very different from this Buddha light, they also had familiar faces.
Fashan once mentioned the origin of this flying centipede when he was entertaining him at Daluo Temple. It was originally the guardian beast of the Kuwu Desert in the Buddhist Xumi Realm. The one in the Peach Blossom Temple in Xingfu Town was just a clone of its original spirit.
Seeing the flying centipede again this time, my thoughts inevitably went back to the scene when I first started to work on this piece of land.
In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed, which is really sad.
The flying centipede hovered across the void barrier, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere, dazzling for thousands of miles.
Upon seeing this, the two Northern Ghost Emperors were filled with surprise and doubt. This giant centipede had such a strong Buddha nature that it might be related to the sacred being in the underworld.
He then looked at Fashan, who was half-clad in a cassock, had bulging muscles, a bald head and a white beard, and had kind eyes, and he was hesitant to make up his mind.
"What should I do?"
A Ghost Emperor transmitted the message.
The other Ghost Emperor pondered for a moment. Then, with a determined heart, he declared, "Take advantage of the enemy's weakness and kill them without mercy! Anyone who dares to destroy the Seven Sacred Saints of the Netherworld will be held accountable even if he comes forward!"
However, he decided not to hold back against the Flying Centipede and Fashan, and for a moment a stunning battle broke out above the void barrier.
On one side, the centipede shows its divine power, the Buddha's light shines all over the sky, and the sound of Sanskrit rises in all directions, like morning bells and evening drums, piercing the ears like thunder.
On one side were the two Ghost Emperors united, with black air filling the air, ghosts howling and wolves howling, like the miserable sounds of hell.
The flying centipede was not at all inferior to the two ghost emperors. It even leisurely showed one eye in the air and looked at Zhang Ling, then blinked, as if conveying some friendly emotion.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Ling clasped his fists in return. He saw that the centipede was so uninterested, as if strolling leisurely in the garden, and guessed that it had not used its full strength, but this time it was trying to keep the two Northern Ghost Emperors in suspense.
The two Ghost Emperors felt something was wrong the more they fought. They could clearly see that the abominable centipede was actually twisting its butt, which was simply humiliating them.
"Xin'er!"
At this time, a middle-aged man came from behind. He was wearing a brocade robe with patterns of the four seas and rivers on it, and purple and gold boots on his feet. He was majestic without being angry, like an emperor in person, showing his nobleness.
Zhang Ling looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was the Old Dragon King of the East China Sea!
Is he here too?
"Father!"
Ao Xin on the side hurriedly went up to greet him, but there was a look of guilt on his face.
He was extremely terrified. After all, he had come here to help Zhang Ling and entered the underworld alone without informing the Dragon King of the East China Sea. He had also acted on his own and might cause disaster.
"Xin'er, don't blame yourself. You did great. My East Sea Dragon Clan treats kindness as if it were Mount Tai, and we will never let down our close friends. Don't worry and do it boldly. Your father will take care of you!"
The words of the East Sea Dragon King made Ao Xin feel refreshed and deeply moved.
There was a time when his father was extremely strict with him, either beating or scolding him. Whenever he saw him playing with carpentry, he would be so angry that he was fuming. He was stubborn at that time and did not like the title of Prince of the East China Sea.
His father said: "You are the son of the East Sea, enjoying the courtesy of the world. How can you not shoulder your responsibilities? If you are in a high position and indulge in pleasure, you are not worthy of being a descendant of the East Sea Dragon Clan."
He was young at that time and did not understand the truth, nor did he want to understand it. He just thought it would be easy to live his life playing like this. It was not until he met Zhang Ling that he seemed to have some enlightenment. Now when he sees Zhang Ling again, he also knows how heavy the responsibility on his shoulders is.
In order for this world to move forward, someone has to stand up.
Now that Zhang Ling has stepped forward, he cannot fall behind and thus tarnish the reputation of the Dragon Clan.
Zhang Ling stood up with difficulty and saluted towards the old Wang Long from the East China Sea. He was overwhelmed with emotions as the father and son came to his aid. He had only met the Lord of the Four Seas once or twice before, but he had received his kindness many times.
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