The moment Taoist Tianwu led Zhang Xiaopeng into the Yin Gate, he used his Taoist magical power to spread beans and turn into soldiers, transforming countless versions of himself and Zhang Xiaopeng, and coming out of thousands of Yin Gates in the Yang world. It is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
However, what followed behind him was the Ghost Emperor who was standing side by side with the saint. His magical powers were infinite and unpredictable. It was not difficult for him to decipher the magical powers of Taoist Tianwu. He immediately made various changes and chased in all directions.
The real bodies of Taoist Tianwu and Zhang Xiaozu stepped out from the Yin Gate in a deserted village hundreds of miles northeast of Yancheng, but a pair of false bodies followed them closely.
As soon as the fake body came out of the vagina, it ran away in one direction. The real body flew into a dilapidated thatched house next to it and lay down on the ground, sealing off its breath and vitality.
The thatched house is less than twenty steps away from the Yin Gate.
As soon as the two of them lay down on their front legs, the figure of the Ghost Emperor on his hind legs chased out of the underworld door, dodged to catch up with the pair of escaping fakes, slapped them down, and immediately turned into fragments and disappeared in the air.
The Ghost Emperor patted the fake body away but did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood there and glanced around with cold eyes. His powerful perception instantly covered a hundred miles in radius. Not even an insect or an ant in the sky or on the ground could escape his search.
However, the tiger also took a nap. His senses swept past the Yin Gate, but he did not find Taoist Tianwu and Zhang Xiaopu lying in the thatch. He never thought that Taoist Tianwu and Zhang Xiaopu would dare to Hidden so close to the Yin gate.
As the saying goes: The most dangerous place is also the safest place.
Taoist Tianwu put a fight between his and Zhang Xiaopou's lives. Fortunately, he won the fight.
But the Ghost Emperor still hasn't left.
It seemed that he was sure that Tianwu Taoist and Zhang Xiaopeng could not escape far and must be hiding in a corner within his range of perception, so his perception was searching over and over again, and he was more careful every time.
This is the case in front of every Yin door.
On the streets of North Second City, Ghost Emperor and Butcher Zhang stood a hundred steps apart, looking at each other.
The Ghost Emperor frowned slightly.
Butcher Zhang looked solemn.
After facing each other for half a cup of tea, the Ghost Emperor suddenly escaped into the void and left. Butcher Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with a bitter smile: "What did the master and the apprentice do in the underworld? Why?" And alarmed the Ghost Emperor?!"
As time goes by, all the Yin doors are closed.
But only the ghost emperor's clone in the North Second City escaped into the void and left, because Zhang Butcher gave him a feeling that he was not easy to deal with. The other ghost emperor's clones still stayed in place and never left, as if they would stay there until the end of the world.
"snort!"
"You are quite cunning. You have been hiding in the void. Fortunately, I have kept an eye on you, otherwise you would have really escaped!"
All the ghost emperor clones suddenly snorted coldly, then escaped into the void and left.
In the endless void, space turbulence rages and is extremely dangerous.
Taoist Tianwu led Zhang Xiaopou while dodging the turbulent flow of space and running wildly. His breath was disordered and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth. He was obviously seriously injured.
The Ghost Emperor chased after them from a distance, and within a few breaths he was behind the two of them. As if they knew there was no way to escape, the two suddenly roared and turned around to attack, but were choked by the Ghost Emperor.
"Junior, hand over the magic weapon and Rao Er will not die." The Ghost Emperor's voice was sharp and there was no room for resistance.
But as soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
With two bang bangs, the bodies of Taoist Tianwu and Zhang Xiaozu suddenly exploded, and it turned out that they were also fake bodies.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" The Ghost Emperor was furious.
He was so confident that he couldn't find Taoist Tianwu and Zhang Xiaopou in the world for a long time. Suddenly he felt the life breath of Taoist Tianwu and Zhang Xiaopou in the void. He immediately doubted that they must be their true bodies, so he Take back all the clones in the world.
However, he didn't know that this was a trick that Tianwu Taoist had planned long ago.
Tianwu Taoist each took a drop of his and Zhang Xiaopou's blood, left it on two Taoist talismans, and hid them in the void. After a certain period of time, these two Taoist talismans would automatically activate and transform into him and Zhang Xiaopou, because It is based on the blood of the heart, so there is the life breath of him and Zhang Xiaozu, and because it is in the void of chaotic energy, it affects the ghost emperor's perception and judgment, so it can be confused with the real.
Thinking about going back to the underworld to find Taoist Tianwu and Zhang Xiaopeng, even if they are as strong as him, they can't help but feel helpless like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
As soon as the ghost emperor's clone escaped into the void and left, Taoist Tianwu immediately took Zhang Xiaopeng and ran for hundreds of miles away from Yancheng, and finally stopped in a barren mountain canyon.
Taoist Tianwu took out the yellow command flag, set up formations around it, and then slumped down on the ground. The thrill of escaping from death under the Ghost Emperor's eyes and the lingering fear came to his heart. He couldn't help but let out a long breath and wiped it off his forehead. I broke out in a cold sweat, then laughed heartily to vent my nervousness.
After laughing, he looked at Zhang Xiaopou and asked: "How does it feel to be chased by the Ghost Emperor?"
Zhang Xiaozu's frightened face forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and replied: "It seems that I have died a thousand times, but this is the only time I will never forget it. I'm sorry, my disciple, I keep causing you trouble."
Zhang Xiaozu felt deeply guilty, knowing that it was his ghost pupils that provoked the Ghost Emperor and almost killed his master.
"Haha, it doesn't matter." Taoist Tianwu smiled and waved his hand, "Without your help, the price I have to pay to escape from the underworld will be much more than it is now. But I have lost so much holy blood in vain, just think about it. It’s heartbreaking.”
Taoist Tianwu looked regretful.
"Master, why should you care about things outside your body?" Zhang Xiaozu said with a smile.
"You are open-minded." Taoist Tianwu smiled and shook his head. He felt that he was too greedy for external things and his state of mind was not as open-minded as Zhang Xiaozu.
Seeing Zhang Xiaozu raise his hand to wipe away the blood stain between his eyebrows for the second time, Taoist Tianwu realized something was wrong and couldn't help but frown and asked: "Is there something wrong with the ghost pupils?"
The ghost pupils had long been closed, but there was still a bright red blood line between Zhang Xiaozu's eyebrows, which continued to hurt, and blood was slowly oozing out.
He moistened it with Tao power, but it neither relieved the pain nor stopped the bleeding.
"Yes." Zhang Xiaozu nodded, and then recounted what the weapon spirit said, "I can no longer sense its existence. I wonder if it fell into a deep sleep, or has it shattered and disappeared?"
"How can you destroy such a treasure? It must have fallen into a deep sleep." Taoist Tianwu deduced.
Zhang Xiaozu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't move." Tianwu Daoist used the power of the stars to moisten Zhang Xiaozu's eyebrows. For a while, it failed to relieve the pain and stop the bleeding. Instead, because he used force to affect his internal injuries, a strange flush suddenly appeared on his face, and a mouthful of blood spontaneously appeared. The corners of his mouth overflowed.
"Master, what's wrong with you?!" Zhang Xiaozu was startled and asked in panic.
Taoist Tianwu raised his right hand to signal Zhang Xiaopeng not to panic. He took a few breaths, suppressed the surge of energy and blood, and regained his strength. He said: "The internal organs and energy channels were shattered by the Ghost Emperor. I'm afraid I have to adjust them here." Rest and recuperate for a few days.”
"You can rest in peace and retreat to heal your injuries, and my disciple will protect you." Zhang Xiaozhu said.
Tianwu Taoist waved his hand and said with a smile: "Master has set up formations all around. You don't need to protect me. You can just cultivate on your own."
After that, he sat cross-legged on the spot, took a few pills and three drops of ancient corpse essence and blood, then placed his hands on the Dantian area of his lower abdomen, and began to breathe out.
Zhang Xiaozu was envious of the formation, and felt that it was very necessary to learn a few tricks from his master, which would be of great use in practicing, healing, hiding, ambushing, and even sleeping in the wild.
With Taoist Tianwu's defense and protection, Zhang Xiaopou has nothing to worry about, because if there is a danger that cannot be stopped by Taoist Tianwu's formation, then even if he stares and guards, he can only stare. Besides, he is now He also lost his strongest support, Guitong.
Zhang Xiaozu wiped away the blood seeping from his eyebrows, walked to a piece of bluestone that was smoothed by the wind and sat cross-legged about a dozen steps away, and couldn't wait to sink his thoughts into the fourth battle gate.
The dead bones and rusty sword were still lying quietly on the beach, untouched.
Just like that night, his mind transformed into a human being, stretched out his hand to touch the skeletal skull, and the scenery in front of him immediately changed.
The withered and rusty sword disappeared, and the little boy whose face could not be seen clearly appeared on the beach, still facing the sea and walking on horseback. His baby-fat white fists struck left and right accompanied by childish shouts. It seemed that he had never stopped to rest. .
Zhang Xiaozu came closer and did not rush to practice boxing. Instead, he slowly circled around the little boy, carefully observing his every tiny movement and keeping it in his mind for a moment. Finally, he stood with his feet beside the little boy. , practice meticulously based on the subtle movements you observe.
The head-on collision with the Skeleton Ghost King allowed him to truly see how powerful the basic punching movement practiced by the little boy actually was.
At that time, he was hanging in mid-air, and when he stepped forward, he felt as if his feet were rooted in the void, and his back seemed to be leaning against a tall mountain. There was a feeling in his heart that even if the sky fell, he would not be able to move his feet. Strong faith.
The fist blasted out, moving forward in an unstoppable manner, splitting the sky and splitting the earth.
Of course, without the power of Ghost Eyes to rely on, those two punches would just tickle the Skeleton Ghost King.
"Hey-ha-"
The movements were monotonous, but Zhang Xiaopou didn't feel boring at all. He just felt that his movements were not standard enough, his punch speed was not fast enough, and his fist withdrawal was not neat enough, so he gradually became selfless and immersed in it.
Time flew by, and four days flew by.
Zhang Xiaozu woke up from hunger.
He had been practicing for many years. He looked at the setting sun, unsure whether it was just dusk or if several days had passed.
He got up first and observed Tianwu Taoist for a while. He felt that Tianwu Taoist's aura became stronger and thicker, and felt relieved. Then he walked back to the bluestone and sat down. He took water and food from the Xumi mustard seeds to fill his shriveled body. Every time he returned to Yancheng, he would add some water and food to the mustard seeds.
After filling his stomach, his mind could not wait to enter the fourth battle gate again.
After these four days of non-stop practice, his movements had become proficient and standard, and this time he reached out to touch the dead bones, and two little boys appeared on the beach.
