Ten thousand ghosts roared as countless ghostly shadows bombarded Zhang Tian Shi’s differentiated Dragon and Tiger, continuously washing its form apart.
Even with the support of Zhang Tianshui’s True Qi, it was only a drop in the bucket, unable to fully restore the dragon and tiger. What’s more, he still had to fight against the ghostly qi that was storming the seal.
In such a predicament, Zhang Tian Shi could be said to be completely at a disadvantage.
However, it was not Zhang Tian Shi who was facing a great enemy, but the Ten Kings of the Palace of Ghosts who had the upper hand.
The wind, tiger and cloud dragons suddenly dispersed and turned into invisible wind clouds. In the sky, three vortexes began to take shape.
An endless terrifying aura filled the air, and the person or object behind these three vortices brought a powerful sense of crisis to the Ten Kings.
However, just as the vortex was about to take shape, it suddenly collapsed.
“Pardon!”
Zhang Tian Shi suddenly shouted, and the most rigid and righteous thunder spell struck out, blasting at the gradually closing slit of the Underworld.
The thunderbolt shattered the band of light that shot out from Yang Ping’s Seal of Governance and blasted into the slit of the underworld.
Zhang Tian Shi had actually shattered the band of light that was about to close with his own hands!
The lightning flashed, and after shattering the band of light, it flew into the Slit of the Underworld with undiminished power.
“Pop–”
With a stirring sound, the thunderbolt landed on a pitch-black bone hand protruding from the crevice.
The arc of lightning ran through the bone hand, but failed to damage it in the slightest. And then, with a downward slash of the bone hand, the crack that had lost the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal to suppress it cracked open quickly.
“The Ghost Emperor’s corpse is being pulled. Help me!” King Yan Luo shouted.
The ten kings once again joined forces, their true qi converging into one, and together with the Ghost Emperor’s corpse in the crack, they pinned Zhang Tian Shi back and forth.
Both of them were no weaker than Zhang Tian Shi. The two attacks filled with evil Qi came together, and the biting wind blew Zhang Tian Shi’s snow-white beard and hair.
“It’s just that.”
Zhang Tian Shi suddenly sighed lightly and struck out with his palm, but instead of striking at the bone hand, he slapped at the seam of the underworld.
Space fluctuated and a black skeleton ejected from the gap in the underworld.
Seeing this, the Ten Kings switched from attacking to pulling and took the skeleton into the qi shield formed by his true qi.
The skeleton shook continuously in the shield, and the boundless ghostly qi spurted out again. However, this time, the ghostly qi was met with a clear obstacle.
As a descendant, the Ten Kings of the Hall of Ghosts had an extremely deep understanding of the Ghost Emperor’s body. Their means of sealing the corpse was far more advanced than that of Dragon Tiger Mountain.
“Go!”
The Ten Kings sucked in the Ghost Emperor’s corpse, and in unison, they struck out a pitch-black rift and stepped into it as one.
In the blink of an eye, the ghostly energy that filled the surroundings of Mount Longhu disappeared, and the night sky returned to its previous clarity, without a trace of ghostly and demonic atmosphere.
“The body of the Ghost Emperor has been taken away, and after the Ten Kings of the Hall of Ghosts have suppressed it and finished digesting it, there will be even more chaos in the world.” Zhang Tian Shi suddenly sighed.
The body of the Ghost Emperor was originally suppressed in the secret realm that had been pa*sed down from generation to generation in Mount Longhu, and was slowly digested by the Yuan Qi within it.
According to the plan, after digesting the remains of this strongest of the strongest, the secret realm would have grown tremendously. However, hundreds of years ago, it was someone who had done something in secret.
Using the disciples of the Zhang family branch as pawns, they quietly set up a spell formation in the Secret Realm, reversing the seal. The body of the Ghost Emperor was no longer digested by the mysterious realm’s Yuan Qi, but in turn digested the mysterious realm’s Yuan Qi.
In this way, the Ghost Emperor’s body, which was about to disappear, was left with its last skeleton. Moreover, due to the weirdness of the Ghost Emperor’s gong body, his corpse became a bizarre demonic evil.
Over the past few hundred years, as the mysterious realm’s vital energy was absorbed, the mysterious realm that had been pa*sed down from generation to generation at Mount Longhu slowly turned into a lifeless ghostly creature. The seal that originally strengthened the secret realm became, in turn, the driving force behind its downfall.
Had it not been for the breakthrough of Zhang Wendao, a contemporary Heavenly Master, who reopened the Secret Realm, it would have been a disaster for Mount Longhu.
But now, with the Ghost Emperor’s body gone, the fallen realm is still rampant with ghostly energy, but it can be cleared up quickly with the Dragon Tiger Mountain’s “Spirit Expelling and Ghost Serving Technique”.
There is no need for Zhang Tianshui to suffer the pain of extinguishing his ancestral secret realm along with the Ghost Emperor’s body, as this secret realm will become an important place to train the disciples of the Dark Division of Mount Longhu.
Since the beginning of the first Heavenly Master, the research on the Body of the Demon Emperor at Mount Longhu has never stopped. In this, countless secret techniques and masterpieces have been researched.
“From today onwards, my Mount Longhu can be said to be relieved ——,” Zhang Tian Shi suddenly had to stretch his muscles and bones somewhat comfortably, reaching out to close the crack that had been opened.
The taking of the Ghost Emperor’s body will certainly lead to a great storm, but it also means the disappearance of the hard bone that has been breaking Mount Longhu’s back.
From today onwards, Zhang Tian Shi does not need to stay on Mount Longhu all the time; he can go and do what he wants to do.
Although, as an old man, Zhang Tianshui does not reject this life of living on Mount Longhu for a long time, living on his own for a long time and being pa*sively trapped are two different concepts.
At least, now Zhang Tian Shi can do something that he has always wanted to do.
For example ——
Take revenge for his second son.
An icy murderous flash pa*sed, and Zhang Tian Shi’s gaze turned to the south. There, there existed the enemy who had killed his son. Previously, due to the seam of the underworld erupting from time to time, even with the death of his own son, Zhang Tianshui was unable to take revenge, and instead, he was pulled by that thieving monk for karma and turned the tables on him.
But now, it was different.
“Xin Yuan, prepare to pay the price.”
Powerful divine thoughts roared silently in the air, and countless mountain and wild animals all fled in all directions as if they had been hit by a natural disaster.
In the Long Hu Mountain, there were also people who sensed this strong fluctuation and their minds were disturbed, and in serious cases, they fainted on the spot. Several of them could clearly perceive the message and the murderous intent, either with sighs of relief or joy, and were silent with various thoughts in their minds.
The invisible murderous intent penetrated the distance of space and was clearly perceived by the abbot in the Great Zen Temple who was sitting in meditation and chanting scriptures.
After all, having designed to kill someone’s own son, and the other party being a person of great strength, this line of karma could be considered the thickest of all. Even if Zhang Tianshui had not revealed his killing intent, Xin Yuan could still feel the presence of a strong crisis.
It was no secret that the body of the Ghost Emperor of Mount Longhu had been taken, nor could it be concealed. With such ghostly cries in the middle of the night, ordinary people from ten miles away could see the vision, and it was impossible to conceal it even if they wanted to.
“Master Zhang Tianshu, your killing spirit, poor monk has received it.” Xin Yuan, who was now in his young face, smiled and said to himself.
He did not feel the slightest bit moved by the strong killing intent of Heavenly Master Zhang, as if he had a premonition of it.
Xin Yuan smiled calmly and laughed lightly as the seven-coloured silk threads between his palms plucked, with an air of smiling at the wind and clouds. Since he became abbot, he has been integrating the Zen sect and confronting the Daoist sect, and has never been short of difficulties.
The Nalanda Temple is vaguely hostile to the Zen Sect, the Dharma Sangha is bent on cultivation and faces the Taoist Heart’s Edge alone, always facing the entire Taoist Sect, not a single Longhu Mountain.
So, it’s just Zhang Tian Shi, sprinkling water.
Xin Yuan faintly plucked one of the karmic threads to move things forward, “Heavenly Master, let the poor monk give you another gift.”
