Chapter 647: Lord Wangchuan vs Lord Ghost Fire
Ning Zhuo was puzzled and sensed that Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin had hidden meaning behind his words, but he couldn't figure it out.
He couldn't figure it out, so he immediately used his spiritual sense to ask.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin said: "The secrets of heaven cannot be fully revealed. Although the way of fate is mysterious and extraordinary, if it is abused too much, it will be punished by the jealousy of the earth and the punishment of the heaven."
"Especially if you know some things in advance, it will inevitably cause the heaven and earth to take action, causing the future to change dramatically, deviating from the results you calculated, or even the opposite."
"I've already given you too much advice, Xiaozhu."
Ning Zhuo hurriedly said: "Mom, you know more than me, I won't ask, you have to take care of yourself!"
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin turned around and walked in front of the paper army.
This is the seventh army. It was precisely because of its incompleteness that it was able to take advantage of opportunities and was used by Meng Yaoyin during his lifetime.
The paper man stood quietly in the same place, experiencing the long years.
The cinnabar seemed to have condensed into blood spots on the thin armor, and the smell of aged incense ash seeped out from the seams.
The infantrymen's spears were as dense as a forest, and the crossbowmen's arrows were hung with condensed dewdrops.
Thirty-six chariots driven by gods were placed still like coffins, and the three-headed and six-armed paper gods holding cloud gongs and wind flags looked like clay sculptures or wood carvings. Only the 99-foot-long plain silk banner fluttered from time to time in the cold wind.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin also stood still, gathering his strength.
After a dozen breaths, she moved her lips and murmured some incantations.
Mouth print.
At the same time, her fingers fluttered like butterflies.
fingerprint.
Her spirit and magic power were infused into the formation, officially activating the arrangements she had made during her lifetime.
A faint light emanated from the vast ground.
The faint light quickly grew stronger and became blinding, pouring into each of the paper figures.
This process lasted for twenty breaths. The paper people swelled up as if they were lit from the inside, and each one became a human-shaped paper lantern.
Finally, the soul-guiding flag on top of the banner shook violently, and the seven-layered flag tails danced like mad snakes.
Wow wow wow…
The noisy sound of paper money flying filled everyone's eardrums.
The eyes of the paper figures were all lit up, and they were full of spirit. Countless talismans appeared all over their bodies, burning like branding irons!
It was as if God was wielding a paintbrush, painting lines of color on the paper figures until they were complete.
The bull riders stared ahead, their mounts breathed heavily, and their hooves began to paw the ground.
The fluttering paper armor quickly thickened and turned into heavy iron armor.
Spears and shields became solid one after another, and so did bows and crossbows.
The three paper gods sitting on the shaft of the chariot were an exception, there was no change at all.
The general of the central army slowly opened his eyes. He was wearing colorful armor that shone brightly and was the most gorgeous.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin slowly ascended, then landed on the chariot and stood next to the general of the central army.
She waved to Sun Lingtong.
"Here we come, here we come." Sun Lingtong hurriedly led the Ox Cavalry Squad and joined the army.
The next moment, this army of paper figures marched out with a bang!
Altar battlefield.
The water of the Forgotten River has become as surging as ever, surrounding and supporting the entire altar, flowing endlessly.
The Lord of Wangchuan hid himself in the river and did not show up.
In the sky, the Ghost Fire Lord sat cross-legged on the charred bone lotus platform, overlooking the river. Beside him, nine candles were inserted in the lotus seed holes of the lotus platform. Each candle was as thick as an adult's forearm.
Only the candle in front of the Ghost Fire Lord was burning.
"The Soul-Calling Candle is indeed worthy of its reputation." Lord Wangchuan admired in his heart while healing his wounds.
To inherit the position of Lord of the Ghost Fire Underworld, one must walk through the Fiery Land of Silence and guard the Fire Soul Purgatory for eighty-one days.
This is extremely difficult.
Therefore, there are many times when the previous Lord of the Ghost Fire Underworld passes away without a qualified successor, resulting in the position of Lord being vacant and the power of the Underworld declining.
Often this is a good opportunity for Wangchuan Underworld to take the initiative to attack.
Once a prince succeeds to the throne, the person who can meet the conditions for succession must be a very powerful being.
Therefore, almost every Lord can bring prosperity to the Ghost Fire Underworld. The Ghost Fire Underworld with a Lord is often very powerful.
The same is true for this generation's Ghost Fire Lord.
He was the headmaster of Chi Ming Dao Yuan during his lifetime, specializing in the practice of fire. After his death, he became a ghost cultivator and continued the path he had taken in his lifetime.
It is worth mentioning that the Chiming Daoyuan is a super power that specializes in fire-related methods and collects fire from all over the world. Yin Jiuzhu held an important position in the Chiming Daoyuan during his lifetime, and he became the ruler of a prefecture after his death because of his accumulation during his lifetime, which made him very good at handling fire.
Although in the underworld, the fire element is not as prosperous as in the world of the living.
But Yin Jiuzhu took a different approach. He used up all the accumulation of the mansion and mobilized all his strength to search for it, which allowed him to create nine different kinds of strange fire.
The development of the strange fire has not yet reached the level of a fire, so we can only use the fuel reserves.
And this fuel was constantly adjusted, refined, and upgraded, and eventually became the nine candles surrounding him.
This was the culmination of his lifelong practice, and Yin Jiuzhu couldn't help but feel proud of himself.
Therefore, he abandoned his previous name and used this name which was close to a nickname.
The soul-enchanting candle!
Once this candle is lit, it will ignite a strange fire, forcibly luring the souls of the surrounding creatures into the candlelight and using it as fuel.
Under Yin Jiuzhu's full strength, even the soul of Lord Wangchuan was swaying in his body.
Of course, part of the reason for this is that the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion had consumed a lot of energy in the previous two battles.
Not only was Lord Wangchuan in such a state, but his subordinates outside the altar suffered even more. A small number of them had been killed before, and now only one Nascent Soul was left, and there were less than 10,000 imperial guards.
Especially the Imperial Guards. After Lord Wangchuan took over, they were constantly eliminated and cultivated, gradually becoming elite troops who were only loyal to him. This was the accumulation of hundreds of years of painstaking efforts!
Such losses are quite heavy.
Therefore, the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion urged a small tributary of Wangchuan River to not only surround the altar, but also to encircle the power of the soul-charming candle, taking the initiative to bear most of the power to protect his subordinates outside the altar whirlwind.
Yin Jiuzhu sat cross-legged on the charred bone lotus platform, looking down, secretly fearful and unwilling to enter the river on his own initiative.
The Forgotten River is not a river that anyone can step into at will.
The vast majority of living beings will lose their memories and emotions due to being immersed in the River of Oblivion. In serious cases, even their souls will sink.
In other words, the contemporary Lord of Wangchuan Prefecture, relying on his unique talents, is able to frequently and for a long time set foot in the long river of Wangchuan and to utilize it to such an extent.
After seeing this scene, Lord Guihuo became even more determined.
"We must stop Wangchuan Mansion's actions!"
"He already has such talent. If he is allowed to succeed, he will be terrible."
Even though up to now, Lord Guihuo still doesn't know what Lord Wangchuan's ultimate goal is, this doesn't stop him from doing his best to stop him.
This is because after the Lord of Wangchuan made such a big fuss, the Lord of Guihuo realized that something was wrong and felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, so he visited a talented person who was proficient in divination.
The result was so shocking that even the Ghost Fire Lord was shocked. After Wangchuan Lord succeeded, he lay dormant for several years, and his strength increased unreasonably. In the end, he led the entire Wangchuan Underworld with his personal combat power, and conquered the surrounding areas and annexed many forces such as the Ghost Fire Underworld.
Not only that, he also extended his tentacles into the world of the living, captured the White Paper Fairy City, and laid hands on the entire dark and humid swamp, establishing a kingdom of ghosts covering both the yin and yang worlds!
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Ghost Fire Lord, and he activated his magic power to light the second candle.
The candle in the cold abyss ice coffin suddenly lit up!
It is not a traditional candle shape, but a palm-sized miniature ice coffin shape, crystal clear and full of cold air. There is a small hole in the center of the coffin lid, with an ice crystal candle wick built in.
A strange fire ignited at the candle wick.
This strange fire was only the size of a soybean, ice-blue in color, and burned quietly, like crystal, without the swaying or flickering of ordinary flames.
The icy blue candlelight shone through, illuminating the flowing barrier surrounding the tributaries of the Forgotten River.
The ice is spreading like a plague!
The waves that were surging like angry dragons a second ago instantly solidified into static ice sculptures, maintaining the ferocious posture of raging waves crashing against the shore.
Wherever the ice passed, even the space groaned as if it could not bear the heavy burden, and fine blue frost patterns condensed out of thin air.
The Lord of Wangchuan Mansion was hiding in a tributary of Wangchuan River. He suddenly felt a strange chill, extremely chilling, enveloping him from all directions.
Lord Wangchuan was suddenly caught in a dilemma.
"If I go out, I will be illuminated by the Soul-Catching Candle, and my soul will be sucked out of my body."
"If I stay here, I will probably become a fixed prisoner in the Forgotten Glacier."
Lord Wangchuan's thoughts were as fast as lightning, and he immediately thought of a solution.
The next moment, a figure broke through the air and killed directly towards the Ghost Fire Lord in mid-air.
The Lord of Ghost Fire looked closely and saw that the enemy was a giant.
He was three meters tall, his entire body was dark black, and his muscles were rough and knotty like a dry and cracked riverbed. From the surface of his body, one could see dark red blood vessels beneath his skin, flowing slowly like hot magma.
There were countless small black holes on top of the giant's head, emitting black smoke.
The Lord of Wangchuan Mansion splits his spirit into two—the Evil God of Turbidity and Filth!
He uses Yin energy as his breath, the turbid air from the ground as his blood, and ancient iron as his bones. His defense is like a mountain, and he possesses great power!
The original body of Lord Wangchuan mainly practices the water-based Yin-attributed Kung Fu, but the clone he trained with great effort is closely related to the earth-based Kung Fu.
No matter what he was thinking, the deadlock was immediately broken once the God of Turbidity was released.
Its giant iron fist made a sound of breaking wind as it smashed the glacier fiercely, crushing it and causing it to flow again, still a branch of the Forgotten River.
The fist wind swept across the battlefield, and the frozen space collapsed. Countless dark blue frost patterns were shattered, completely destroyed violently.
The turbid and filthy god took advantage of the situation and killed Yin Jiuzhu.
Yin Jiuzhu was offended, snorted coldly, and aggressively activated the third candle.
The candle that makes my heart ache and my blood weep is dimly lit.
The candle was dark red in color, like solidified blood. The surface of the candle was uneven, and it was constantly expanding and contracting slightly, as if a heart was beating.
Its wick is a thin black bone needle that seems to be still bleeding.
When lit at this time, the candle flame is also dark red and burns silently.
Wherever the strange fire burns, all living beings will experience severe heart pain and continuously lose heart blood.
Although the body of the Earthly Evil God was not of flesh and blood, he was still hit.
The extremely compressed turbid air in his body, as thick as mercury and flickering with earthly spiritual light, was now drawn out from all over the body of the Earthly Evil God, quickly dyeing his entire body red.
"Ugh... Roar!" The Turbid God roared in pain, his expression distorted, and his forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. His huge body staggered and half-knelt in the middle.
Lord Wangchuan was shocked: "It seems that Lord Guihuo's candle has transcended the old concept of blood. Any part that can be compared to blood will be affected and will continue to lose blood."
Of course, what caused the Turbid God such pain was not only the Heart-Dropping and Weeping Blood Candle, but also the light of the Soul-Snatching Candle and the Frozen Abyss Ice Coffin Candle!
As a result, his mind was distracted and he suffered a huge blow under the simultaneous lighting of the three candles.
Lord Wangchuan must take action to save himself.
He took a deep breath and used a mouth seal: "Breathe the earth's lungs, the turbid waves surge to the sky! Start!"
He spread his arms and his whole body was full of powerful energy. Even if it would expose his real body's location, he was willing to exert his all and fight against every second.
The next moment, a rumbling sound shook the heaven and earth and echoed throughout the battlefield.
The magic circle roared, and hundreds of air columns rose up into the sky.
Each of these gas columns is as thick as a python, as sticky as oil, and filled with a foul and smelly odor.
It is the turbid air in the earth's lungs that has been accumulated for countless years in the depths of the underworld.
The turbid air from the earth's lungs can pollute magic weapons and cause the spirituality to be obscured, but to the turbid and foul god of the earth in Wangchuan Mansion, it is a treasure from heaven and earth and the most suitable peerless elixir for him.
A column of turbid air rushed like a python and poured into the body of the Earthly Evil God, immediately allowing the latter to recover at full speed.
The next moment, the Evil God stood up with his head held high and his chest puffed out, becoming even more vigorous than before!
Not only that, these turbid air columns also intertwined and entangled with each other, forming a thick, sticky, boiling turbid air curtain on the battlefield!
Being in it, Yin Jiuzhu immediately felt that it was difficult to breathe smoothly. Invisible pressure came from all directions. He felt like he was stuck in a quagmire. Any movement he made was more strenuous than before. Even mobilizing his magic power was the same.
He did not dare to be careless and responded immediately.
On the one hand, he activated the Yin Crow Ghost Pupil Candle to observe the battlefield; on the other hand, he activated the ghost magic and continued to attack the Earthly Evil God.
A huge bony hand flew out at an incredible speed and directly grabbed the arm of the God of Turbidity.
The bone hand instantly caught fire, and the blazing phosphorous fire was pale green, burning the filthy god to roar again.
The originally indestructible iron body was softened and collapsed in the flames, and a large amount of pale green poisonous smoke rose. The fingers of the bone hand were like a hot knife cutting butter, deeply embedded in the arm of the filthy god.
The turbid and filthy god was controlled and Yin Jiuzhu's second ghost technique penetrated into his body.
Purple-black lines of fire, as thin as hair, pierced and twisted within the divine body, like thousands of poisonous snakes.
The internal organs of the Filthy God were pierced, and the dark red veins flashed red light violently. His whole body was shaking violently in pain.
After the third ghost technique was brewed, nine three-legged silver crows formed in the air!
The silver crows, wrapped in ghost fire, crashed into the chest of the turbid god and exploded one after another.
Boom boom boom…
After nine consecutive explosions, the chest of the turbid god was completely hollow, with only a layer of skin on his back remaining connected.
(End of this chapter)
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