Perhaps because he had already come to the human world, the Four-Armed Bodhisattva faced Feng Yun and smiled coldly, not concealing his purpose.
He wants to transform the entire human world into the underworld.
This ghost king is very ambitious. He will not enter the underworld. Instead, he wants to take advantage of the opportunity to enter the underworld and absorb yang energy to improve his own strength and expand his sphere of influence. In this ghost city dominated by him , forcibly transforming ghosts for his own use.
The so-called rule of the entire Yang Realm means that he wants to occupy the Yang Realm and collect all the ghosts in the Yang Realm.
Such a shameless evil man, Feng Yun looked at him with strong murderous intent in his eyes.
"Bah, if you want this seat to be used by you, you must first fly into ashes and be annihilated!
Since I dare to drag the ghost market to the earth, I am naturally sure to destroy the entire ghost market!
Don’t you think that before doing all this, I didn’t know that there is a ghost king like you in the ghost market?
You, on the other hand, dare to injure my team members to such an extent. I will use the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to kill you until you are completely wiped out! "
"interesting!"
With the sound of clicking, the four-armed Bodhisattva slowly turned his head, and the angry face behind him that had never been limited to people appeared just like that.
The green-faced and fanged Yaksha looked at Feng Yun as if he were looking at a dead person.
"But a small martial arts cultivator actually wants to kill me?
This deity is a four-armed Bodhisattva with thousands of followers and tens of thousands of ghost soldiers. You are just one person, but you dare to speak lies. You are a bit brave! "
After the words fell, the four arms of the Four-Armed Bodhisattva suddenly waved upwards.
Tens of thousands of ghost soldiers suddenly poured out from behind him, targeting Feng Yun and heading towards him.
Different from the ghost soldiers that Fatty and the others saw in the ghost market, the ghost soldiers at this time have returned to their appearance before death, and those who look at it have goosebumps all over their bodies.
Many people couldn't bear the nausea and retched.
Kong Jie stared at the ghost soldiers solemnly and made a gesture to the people he brought.
When the people in the military mansion saw Kong Jie's gesture, they uniformly raised their guns and pointed them at the ghost soldiers who were walking towards Feng Yun in the distance.
They didn't know what these miserable and terrifying looking soldiers were, but they knew clearly in their hearts that they were their enemies.
As the ghost soldiers appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly again. I don't know when a thin layer of frost even condensed on the ground.
Suppressing the discomfort in his chest, Zhou Yue also waved his hand and took out his gun and pointed it at the ghost soldiers. All the people in the Criminal Division raised their guns and pointed them at the ghost soldiers.
Everyone is ready to fight.
Their actions were seen by Feng Yun.
"You cannot deal with these ghost soldiers, and your weapons are useless. Taking good care of my team members is the best help you can give me!"
Not wanting Zhou Yue and the others to waste their time on this kind of thing, Feng Yun reminded them in a calm tone.
Everyone present heard Feng Yun's words clearly, but they did not put down their weapons obediently.
"Director Feng, perhaps as you said, our weapons are useless against ghost soldiers, but we cannot give up easily.
Wearing these clothes, we must be worthy of these clothes and our own status. We are obliged to eliminate everything that will endanger the existence of the people and kill the danger in the cradle..."
Kong Jie didn't say much, he just looked at Feng Yun and gave Feng Yun a reply with his actions.
"Everyone is here to form a line of defense to protect our wounded. Likewise, we must be ready to take action at any time to annihilate the enemy!"
"Yes! We are ready!"
Whether it was the people from the Criminal Division or the Military Mansion, at this moment, they used their actions to explain their understanding of the responsibilities they shouldered.
Even though the road ahead is bleak and they don't even understand what their enemy is, they still remain determined not to retreat.
Baiwu Mountain is their bottom line. Even if the weapons are useless against the enemy, they will use their own flesh and blood to form the last line of defense.
It is the belief of all of them that they cannot spread the danger beyond Baiwu Mountain.
On the small Baiwu Mountain, the people stationed here were ready to sacrifice, and they never retreated.
The ghost soldiers are gradually approaching, and they are waiting for the final order!
Once the order is given, they will take action regardless of their own safety.
At this time, all eyes were focused on Feng Yun. They knew that the person who gave the final order was Feng Yun and only Feng Yun.
Brother Pingtou carried the long knife and walked out from Feng Yun. Step by step, he stood in front of Zhou Yue and the others, facing the ghost soldiers alone.
Obviously he was alone, but standing there at this moment, he had an aura of one man being able to block all others.
"Director, don't worry, I'm here!"
This is the order Brother Pingtou received. Since he has complied with it, he will not back down.
Feng Yun didn't say anything, but took a deep look at Brother Flathead, nodded, and then sat down cross-legged on the ground.
Seeing Brother Pingtou standing alone in front of him, Zhou Yue and others didn't think there was anything strange about it.
Subconsciously, they quietly glanced at the trace that had been split open on Baiwu Mountain without leaving any trace.
It was thanks to Brother Pingtou's sword that Feng Yun took advantage of the situation and opened the passage to the ghost market and successfully dragged the ghost market out.
Standing here, Brother Flathead had a faint layer of purple appearing all over his body, which was a sign that the demonic power was being mobilized.
Facing so many ghost soldiers, Brother Pingtou was ready.
It just so happened that he had never tried how powerful he was after activating his demon power. These ghost soldiers were used as targets for him to test his abilities.
Full of strong fighting spirit, the flat-headed brother narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the ghost soldiers coldly.
Ever since he was sealed in the Avenue of Flowing Fire, his life had become dull, which gave Brother Pingtou, who was a militant himself, no chance to display his strength.
After finally getting the chance, he had to seize it!
Because Brother Pingtou's own fighting spirit is constantly increasing, even the long knife in his hand is vibrating together, and he seems to be eager to fight side by side with Brother Pingtou and kill these ghost soldiers!
The purple demon power flowed in his eyes and disappeared in a flash. Brother Flathead held the long knife tightly and jumped up. The next second he fell straight into the ghost soldiers and was swallowed up by the ghost soldiers in an instant.
Seeing this thrilling scene, Zhou Yue and the others took a breath of cold air. They were so frightened that they even gave orders directly to support Brother Pingtou.
The next scene broke everyone's understanding.
Brother Pingtou, who appeared among the ghost soldiers, was not fighting at all. He was clearly the one slaughtering the ghost soldiers.
The long sword flashed past and took away many ghost soldiers easily.
In the face of an absolutely powerful person, no matter how many there are, it will be of no use.
Brother Pingtou, who fell into the ghost soldiers, showed off his skills. He waved his long sword and killed waves of ghost soldiers. No ghost soldier could stop him, as long as the ghost soldiers rushed up. , there is almost only one result: complete loss of soul.
The speed is getting faster and faster, and the demonic power is more dazzling. The long sword sweeps across the area, and in conjunction with the demonic power, it kills the ghost soldiers.
It seemed that he had reached a peak, and Brother Flathead suddenly stopped what he was doing. Just now, a wave of ghost soldiers were wiped out under his long sword, leaving a large open space around him.
Glancing in one direction, the flat-headed brother suddenly jumped up, the long knife in his hand wrapped in purple demonic power, shining with light.
His goal is clearly visible.
Only then did Zhou Yue and the others understand that it turned out that Brother Pingtou's real purpose when he rushed into the ghost soldiers to fight was not his real purpose at all. His target had been set from the beginning, which was the ghost king, the Four-Armed Bodhisattva!
The Four-Armed Bodhisattva stood behind the ghost soldiers at the beginning. If you want to fight him, you must first deal with these ghost soldiers.
Brother Pingtou, who had inspired his demon power, didn't take these ghost soldiers seriously at all. These dirty things were not even qualified to be his opponents.
"We who are like fire-breathing people, wouldn't it be easy to destroy you all?"
At this time, Brother Pingtou jumped up to a height that was clearly as high as the Four-Armed Bodhisattva.
The sword that gathered all the demonic power in his body was aimed at the Sichuan Bodhisattva's head.
The demonic power leaking out was uncontrollable, and the temperature around his body began to rise sharply again.
I don't know if there is something else in his demonic power, but the hot feeling all over his body seems to be that all the things in the world will be burned cleanly in front of it.
Not only did the ghost soldiers surrounding Brother Flathead not expect this, but even the Four-Armed Bodhisattva did not expect this.
Seeing the flat-headed brother jumping up, the ghost soldiers jumped and tried to continue attacking the opponent.
Feng Yun, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, kept holding a magic formula in his hand, but did not release it directly, but waited silently.
Until this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the spells in his hands began to change. At the same time, he began to recite spells in his mouth.
"Your Majesty's command of pardon, Chao Ru Gugui..."
As Feng Yun cast a spell, golden light appeared behind him.
Feng Yun, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was protected by golden light at this moment, and his whole aura changed greatly. He was like a banished immortal from heaven, mysterious and majestic.
The moment the golden light appeared, the ghost soldiers who were still rushing towards Brother Flathead seemed to have their still acupuncture points clicked, and they were frozen in place, motionless.
Everyone who saw this scene clearly was still dumbfounded even though they had seen countless strange stone bridges.
On the other hand, Feng Yun's expression didn't change at all, he was extremely calm.
He opened his mouth and recited the spells one by one, like a voice from nine heavens away, echoing throughout the White Mist Mountain.
"All ghosts and ghosts are blessed by the four lives. Those with heads are superior, and those without heads are born.
Kill with gun and knife, dive and hang on rope. Death in the open and life in darkness, injustice and death.
Enemies and creditors, begging for life. Kneel down in front of my stage, the Eight Diagrams shine brightly.
Stand out and transcend the other side. As a man or a woman, you have to take responsibility for yourself.
Whether you are rich or poor, it is up to you. The amnesty order is crowd-funded and urgently needed to be reborn..."
The long voice resounded through Baiwu Mountain, soft as water, and sacred with the power to wash away all the evil spirits in the world.
When people heard this voice, their originally impetuous mood became calmer.
Around Feng Yun, a sacred and gentle power of water appeared out of thin air. Once it appeared, it suppressed the Yin Qi that was still spreading around.
The surging resentment in the Yin Qi dissipated completely as soon as it touched this power.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Feng Yun, extremely astonished. It could be said that what they saw was no less mysterious than the previous appearance of the Dharma Body behind Brother Pingtou.
Dai Jianshui's expression was a little dull, he looked at Feng Yun in disbelief, and a thought came to his mind: "Is this Director Feng really an ordinary person?
This is clearly the Immortal Lord alive..."
The breathtaking scene continues to change. The ghost soldiers who were previously frozen and unable to move, as the sacred power covers them, their broken and frightened appearance gradually changes. In the flash of light, they Restored to the way he was when he was alive.
There was no resentment, no misery, and no frightening ugliness. He stood in place with his soul wrapped in white clothes.
These ghost soldiers were all controlled by resentment before. After Feng Yun took action to purify all the resentment, they stood there and looked around blankly, as if they couldn't figure out where this place was and why they appeared here. here.
I don't know when, a Bagua bronze mirror appeared on Feng Yun's hand.
He stretched out his hand and gently brushed it on the mirror. A soft white light emitted from the Bagua bronze mirror...
Throw the Bagua Bronze Mirror into the sky, and the Bagua Bronze Mirror just hangs in the air, with white light scattered on every ghost soldier.
On the entire Baiwu Mountain, almost a vast sea of ghosts stood. The moment they saw the Bagua Bronze Mirror, they all knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to where Feng Yun was.
After kowtowing, the ghost was shrouded in white light, with an expression of relief on its face, and gradually disappeared.
Soon, all the ghosts in the mountains and plains were saved and left.
In Feng Yun's eyes, every wrongdoer has his own owner, and the real leader in committing evil is actually the ghost king in front of him. As for these ghosts, they were just deceived by the false appearance of the Four-Armed Bodhisattva.
If it is really a ghost with heinous sins, naturally it cannot be transcended.
For those who have something, Feng Yun has left them a glimmer of hope. It depends on whether these ghosts can grasp it.
Fortunately, the hands of these ghosts were not stained with blood, so they were all saved.
The gun he held in his hand fell to the ground because he was too shocked. Everyone looked at Feng Yun in astonishment, speechless.
Who dares to believe it?
Those densely packed ghost soldiers before, with angry brows and ferocious expressions, almost carrying a destructive aura, disappeared so easily in the white light?
(End of chapter)
