Don't let Yu Ding take on any more disciples.

Chapter 264 So they're calling each other "brother" now?
but……

Feeling the overwhelming Yin energy... Yu Ding was still slightly surprised.

This Mahasthamaprapta's cultivation is definitely not weak; he must be at least a powerful being, after all, he is a disciple of a sage.

The status of Mahasthamaprapta in Western religions is probably similar to his status in Chan religions; it wouldn't be reasonable for his spiritual cultivation to be so poor.

Especially now, with the intense golden light surrounding him, his skin shimmered with golden light, as if it were cast from pure gold, which was enough to show that this guy's attainments on the Western path to the Golden Body were definitely not shallow.

But this ghost king was incredibly powerful; even the Great Strength Bodhisattva couldn't subdue him for a while despite his ghostly immortal form.

Within the universe, there are five types of immortals, ranked by their superiority as celestial gods, earthly humans, and ghosts. Ghost immortals represent the lowest level of the immortal path, and it is generally difficult for them to attain the Great Dao.

But at this moment, this Ghost King not only reigns supreme over the mountain, but also possesses the strength to contend with the younger generation of Western Sect masters like Mahasthamaprapta, which is truly astonishing.

"on!"

The Ghost King stared at the Taoist priest sitting cross-legged on the mountaintop, laughed loudly, and then his face turned ugly.

His words just now were merely an attempt to bolster his own position. In truth, he knew that since the other party had arrived, things would definitely not end well today.

boom!
The countless ghost soldiers and generals surged forth like a tidal wave, their golden armor and iron horses overwhelming the sky and the earth, crashing against the Great Power Monk like a raging storm, instantly submerging the mountain where the Great Power Monk was located.

Seeing this, the Ghost King's expression did not relax in the slightest; he knew that his opponent's methods were definitely not weak.

Sure enough, his expression changed drastically the next moment. He saw golden light overflowing from the horde of ghosts that were engulfing the Great Strength of the Sea, and golden symbols were also scattered. Those ghosts who heard the light and were touched by it were immediately stunned. The fierce aura on their faces was removed, and their expressions returned to calm. They did not even realize that the weapons in their hands had fallen.

In an instant, the wave that had overwhelmed Mahasthamaprapta vanished under the golden light and mantra, and he, radiating golden light, sat cross-legged behind Mahasthamaprapta and began chanting mantras.

"Western methods of salvation..." Upon seeing this, Yu Ding, who was watching the battle from afar, also frowned slightly: "They do have their unique aspects."

He had long been aware of the West's benevolent influence, but it just seemed...

"How dare this wicked sorcerer use his magic to bewitch my subordinates..."

The Ghost King roared, "Wake up!"

The sound was as loud as a bell, spreading far and wide, but the ghosts seemed to ignore it, as if they had not heard it at all.

Mahasthamaprapta opened his eyes and sighed, “They have escaped the sea of ​​suffering and gained peace. They no longer need to continue to sink into the sea of ​​suffering. Fellow Daoist, you should be happy for them. Why drag them back into the sea of ​​suffering?”

"You fart!"

The Ghost King roared, and at the same time ordered his other subordinates, "Step back!"

At a single command, the countless ghosts retreated in an orderly fashion, like well-trained soldiers.

This Ghost King is something else... Yu Ding raised an eyebrow, then realized he'd said something pointless. After all, who among those who have survived to this day in the prehistoric world doesn't have something special about them?

Seeing the ghost tide recede, Mahasthamaprapta remained calm and composed. He flipped his right hand, revealing a bowl with an unfathomable depth. When he raised it, it emitted a golden light and seemed to breathe in and out like a black hole, attempting to absorb the countless ghost tides.

"presumptuous!"

The Ghost King was shocked and enraged. In his right hand appeared an ancient spiked club, studded with gleaming teeth. It was the work of some unknown ferocious beast, which, upon its appearance, resembled an ancient, ravenous monster ready to devour its prey.

Boom!

The Ghost King swung his spiked club at the alms bowl, instantly creating a fierce wind and sending sand and stones flying. With a clang, the alms bowl was sent tumbling backward. By the time the club reached his hand, its light had dimmed, and several marks resembling those of a ferocious beast had appeared.

This weapon... Yu Ding was increasingly astonished. At this moment, he was even a little curious about the identity of this Ghost King.

"Since you, Taoist priest, are so persistent, then today I will settle this with you..."

The Ghost King's eyes blazed with fury; he was truly annoyed this time. He made a fist with his left hand, and wisps of Yin energy surged from the ground. With a wave of his hand, it transformed into endless waves that swept across the land.

"Freeze!" Mahasthamaprapta clasped his hands together, and golden light surged out, transforming into a wall of light that blocked the dark waves. But the next moment, a spiked club emerged from the waves and, with a deafening sound, slammed into the wall of light.

click...

Mahasthamaprapta's figure swayed, and a fine crack appeared on the wall of light in front of him, which spread rapidly and soon shattered like a spider web. The spiked club swung down again.

Even now, Mahasthamaprapta remained unfazed, his golden hand, seemingly cast in pure gold, meeting the spiked club head-on. The two collided with a deafening roar, and the violent power released during the confrontation spread outwards like a tsunami.

After getting so close, the two began an ancient close-quarters battle, with towering black energy and golden light surging and intertwining, almost turning the world into chaos.

Such a mountain was naturally earth-shattering, and a single strike from either of them could change the terrain... For a time, they were evenly matched.

"This is a bit unexpected..." Yu Ding gazed at the great battle, somewhat surprised.

The Great Strength Bodhisattva, like the Twelve Golden Immortals, is a master at the pinnacle of the Golden Immortal realm, only differing in the supernatural abilities he cultivates.

This being a powerful being who had cultivated the ancestral golden body of the Western religion, coupled with Western methods that were inherently more effective against spirits and the like, meant that capturing the Ghost King shouldn't be too difficult for him, which troubled him somewhat. This left him with no good reason to go out and befriend him, to engage in friendly exchanges between Eastern and Western cultivation cultures. He even considered taking advantage of the fact that no one was around to kidnap this Great Strength Bodhisattva and use Western methods…

Little did he know that the battle would take an unexpected turn. This ghost king, whose origins were unknown, was incredibly fierce and valiant in close combat, offering no defense and even risking injury to deliver a blow to Mahasthamaprapta.

Furthermore, the Ghost King seemed to be in harmony with the world around him in every gesture. Countless Yin energy flowed around him, enveloping him, and an obscure symbol flew out and enveloped his body, making him even more powerful.

"No wonder he dared to claim he was invincible here; it turns out this place provides him with a huge boost, a continuous source of power..."

Yu Ding saw through the trick. In another place, although this Ghost King was fierce, he still didn't have much power to fight back against a powerful being.

boom!
The two collided violently once again, then retreated with a crash, facing each other from a distance.

At this moment, Mahasthamaprapta's tattered Taoist robe was fluttering in the wind, and the golden body beneath the robe was also damaged, with many teeth marks. For the first time, his face showed a look of sorrow.

The Ghost King sneered, "Outsider... Your golden body wasn't indestructible, so how did it get damaged!"

Mahasthamaprapta said with a distressed expression, "Fellow Daoist, you're probably not doing much better, are you?"

Many of the gleaming teeth on the Ghost King's spiked club had fallen off, and his once eerie body was now covered with numerous palm and finger marks. The wounds emitted golden light as he endured the torment...

The Ghost King chuckled coldly, "But here, I am invincible, immortal and indestructible. You think you can take me down? You're dreaming!"

As he spoke, the Yin energy flowing through heaven and earth surged into his body, rapidly repairing his injuries.

Upon hearing this, Mahasthamaprapta remained calm and said softly, "Thank you for supporting me earlier. Now, please show yourself!"

Having said that, he looked in the direction of the jade cauldron.

The Ghost King wasn't too surprised to hear this, and he also looked in the direction of the jade cauldron.

In fact, they had already noticed someone spying on them during their battle. The other party's methods didn't seem very sophisticated, which led them to hold back despite the intense fighting, and not daring to go all out.

Yu Ding coughed lightly, then calmly revealed himself and went straight to the two of them.

The moment he saw the jade cauldron, Da Shi Zhi breathed a sigh of relief. With just one glance, he could tell that the person was definitely not one of the evil demons.

Because this Taoist priest looked like a sage, with a majestic and righteous aura, even if he wasn't a friend, he was definitely not an enemy.

In contrast, the Ghost King, upon seeing the jade cauldron, felt a chill in his heart; it seemed this uninvited guest was an enemy, not a friend…

"I've met two fellow Taoists!"

Yu Ding stepped forward, bowed, and smiled.

Mahasthamaprapta returned the greeting and said with a smile, "Judging from your otherworldly demeanor, fellow Daoist, you must be a person of great virtue. I wonder if you know your Daoist name..."

"This humble Taoist priest is of lowly talent; his Taoist name is Yu Ding!"

Yu Ding smiled and took out a jade tablet, handing it to Mahasthamaprapta: "This is my name card..."

Upon hearing this name, Yu Ding and the Ghost King exchanged a glance, then pondered it, feeling that the name was very familiar.

Suddenly, they both realized something, and their eyes widened in surprise: "Master Yu Ding?"

Mahasthamaprapta took the jade piece, glanced at it, and was immediately overjoyed, saying, "So it's Brother Yu Ding. This junior brother greets you."

"Junior brother?" Yu Ding deliberately feigned confusion.

Mahasthamaprapta hurriedly explained, "Senior brother, you may not know this, but my name is Mahasthamaprapta. I come from the Western religion, and we were once fellow disciples."

"Oh, so this humble Taoist has such a connection with my junior brother..." Yu Ding looked as if he had just realized something, and seized the opportunity to call out to his junior brother.

Since the West dared to dig up Ju Liusun and a few others, it means that given the opportunity, the West would also dare to dig up the Twelve Golden Immortals.

So, if I were to play along and show interest in the West, wouldn't the other side also...?

"You guys..." Seeing the two people opposite him calling each other "brother" in just a few words, the ghost king was a little dumbfounded.

It's not that he doesn't understand, it's just that the world is changing too fast!

Does this work too?
You two didn't even know each other at the beginning, how come you're calling each other "brother" and "sister" so quickly?

Is this okay? No, this is not okay!
He dared to be arrogant with that Da Shi Zhi because the other party was from outside and he was not familiar with him, but he was from the East and had long heard of the great name of Yu Ding Zhenren!

Okay, let's put it another way. Even if he's not afraid of this person, this person still has eleven fellow disciples of the same level behind him!
How many beings in the entire Eastern demon realm could withstand twelve powerful beings?

Even if someone isn't afraid of the Twelve Immortals, they still can't withstand the fact that there's a Saint behind each of them!

urgent!
How should he break out of this situation?
(End of this chapter)