The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 180: The Southern Region’s True Lord
"Old Toad, you seem to be quite calculating on weekdays, but how come you are far inferior to me in a fight!"

He Manjun shook his head in disappointment. He and Qing Chan had fought each other occasionally on weekdays, and the win was always equal unless they used the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife Technique!

How come the old toad couldn’t even last a hundred and fifty rounds this time and fell down before the opponent could even use his magical powers?

"That Wu Yong, the Taoist weapon in his hand combined with the blessing spell, is quite powerful like a fighting god!"

"Green Toad is not good at fighting, it's normal."

The Guiman Patriarch was quite protective of Qingchan, but he still had not figured out the origins of Wu Yong.

As for Bai He, he was determined not to try again...

The Ghostly Ancestor's eyes were determined, and he had made up his mind.

"Okay, even if Qing Chan loses, let him go, okay?"

"I will fight this battle!"

The Ghost Barbarian Ancestor was dressed in white, stepping on the void, crossing hundreds of feet in one step, and walked to the front of the Green Toad Barbarian King in a few steps. With a hook of his right hand, he actually took the unconscious Green Toad out of the Xuanhuang Curtain Air, and threw it to the Crane Barbarian King behind him.

The technique of transporting five ghosts!

This move alone made Wu Yong feel the pressure.

The Ghost Barbarian Ancestor stood in the air, his hands turned into claws, embracing yin and yang, and the ancient energy of the dark sky rolled endlessly. The Ghost Barbarian Ancestor opened his palms again, and in an instant, the entire void was suddenly changed by him, with day and night reversed, and turned into Yin soil.

Guiman, dressed in white, disappeared under the dark sky. The tall ghost figure behind him stood up and merged into the night!
Wu Yong narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt that the ghost shadow behind the Guiman was eerie and vast, comparable to the "evil god" in the Yan Valley.

The two looked at each other and after three breaths of silence, they started to move at the same time.

The Ghostly Ancestor raised his left palm, and countless ghosts came out from the night, along with mournful sounds and gentle sobs; there were whispers, but after listening carefully, one could not understand their meaning, and instead felt panic in his heart; and there was also a defiant and strange laugh echoing in the void, full of malice.

"The art of taming ghosts!"

Wu Yong raised his left palm and the Wan'ya Pot sat on it. He looked around and felt that evil spirits were lurking and vicious spirits were coveting everywhere.

The ghost spirit of the Ghostly Ancestor raised the real murderer!
But his Ten Thousand Crows wouldn't be much different.

The crane-beast silver pot in Wu Yong's left hand smelled the evil spirits from all directions, and its feathers immediately stood up. The crows in the pot became restless, and hoarse and frightening cries arose everywhere. The noisy sounds instantly filled the entire dark sky.

The evil crow swallows the essence and eats the soul. The ghosts also eat the soul and drink the blood.

Ten thousand crows are born under the lights of human homes. They are enlightened by ordinary fire, eat ferocious beasts every day, and have stubborn temperaments.

Hundreds of ghosts are born from death, gathering the resentment of all living beings, gaining the essence of the netherworld, and are the most cruel.

When the two meet, they will be like water and fire!

On that side, the black sky was hanging down, and the ghosts were rampant. Here, red clouds were everywhere, and purple smoke was rolling up. In the middle of it was a red crow shape, two feet tall, with a crow's head and a human body, and it was extremely ugly.

The crow's feathers were like steel knives, rolling up purple smoke, and its beak was like a long pincer, not daring to destroy anything. It was said that disaster fire was born from its mouth, and the flames rose in all directions. The crow drums roared loudly, and it started to fight with hundreds of ghosts directly...

"Oh? The evil spirit of the flame path?"

Guiman was high above the dark sky, looking at the ferocious crows fighting with hundreds of ghosts below, raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

"I didn't expect that we are half of the same kind, huh."

However, in the art of raising spirits, time and foundation are both indispensable. Although these crows are ferocious, their foundation is too shallow.

The Ghost Man Ancestor did not take it to heart at all. He clasped his hands together and pointed at Wu Yong. A black starved ghost and a headless ghost of wronged death appeared from the depths of the dark sky. The two ghosts were over a hundred feet tall, but they moved extremely quickly. They rushed in front of Wu Yong in a flash.

So brave!

Wu Yong raised the Silver Moon Sword with his right hand. The aura of the Three Disasters coiled around him again. When he drew the sword, a cold light shone brightly for miles. He added the power of Zhao Shen to it, and with a few "swooshes" he chopped down the two big ghosts to the ground.

With the blessing of the talisman and the divine pattern, this weapon was extremely powerful and almost unstoppable. After a few slashes to the ground the big ghost, the red, purple and blue divine patterns on Wu Yong's left palm suddenly lit up. He pushed forward with his big palm, and disasters, thunder and fire immediately blasted out from the palm of his hand.

The lightning pillar turned red, and the two paths of lightning and fire merged into one. The lightning method was used and hit Guiman directly. The two of them faced each other head-on.

This thunder method was very fierce. The Ghost Man Old Ancestor blocked it with a dark aura, but was instantly broken by the catastrophic thunder and fire. A thumb-sized burnt hole was pierced through his right chest on the spot, and the white robe on the Ghost Man's body also immediately caught fire!

Wu Yong was just about to press on to pursue the victory when he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He turned the crescent-shaped sword in his right hand and slashed it over his head, hitting the empty space beside him.

With a few "clang" sounds, three bloody hand prints were imprinted on Wu Yong's crescent-shaped sword. The bloody prints were extremely ferocious, and the bloody resentment could be smelled just through this weapon.

At the same time, a row of black barefoot footprints suddenly appeared from the unknown darkness, and at some point, the footprints had already reached Wu Yong's back.

"Bloody palm marks, black footprints..."

Silently.

Even Wu Yong's magical energy could not be felt at all, as if there was really nothing in that void.

Hearing the chill from behind, Wu Yong used his sword-dragging trick, but it was like he was chopping at air, and there was no reaction at all.

It’s really strange and hard to describe!

The Ghost Man Ancestor also took the opportunity to take off the white robe stained with disaster fire, revealing the bloodshot eyes that were all over his body and were competing to open and close. Every time a bloodshot pupil was hidden, another one would open from under the pale skin, and this cycle would repeat over and over again...

Where no one can see, in the deeper virtual world.

The nine naked infant ghosts, covered in bruises, were crawling beside the official, using their hands and feet. Wherever they crawled, they left a bloody palm print.

Similarly, in another void, even the master Gui Man could only vaguely see a ghost shadow, let alone Wu Yong?

Wu Yong stood still, raised his brows, and took the lead in slashing with his sword several times. Amidst the flashes of lightning and fire, he slashed thirty-six times in one breath, and knocked down the two starved ghosts and the wronged ghosts that had just crawled out.

But at that moment, the seven gods in his sea of ​​​​spiritual soul glared angrily.

While being attacked, with the help of the Seven Gods' perspective, he keenly captured the appearance of the monster that attacked him.

"A demon hidden in the virtual world?"

The black golden robe on Wu Yong's back just blocked the ghost's attack, but his chest was hit by several bloody palm prints.

The next moment, the Ghost Man Ancestor used this blood handprint as a medium to drive the ghost energy of the dark sky and erode Wu Yong's Dharma body.

Gui Man pinched his fingers and chanted an incantation, and the cold collarbone energy crawled into Wu Yong's skin from the medium. At the same time, with the help of this medium, Wu Yong's soul was about to be pulled out of his body and fall into the netherworld.

Wu Yong was startled and immediately spread out his left hand, turning the cloak back into a dark yellow Taoist robe to protect himself. He swung the silver-bladed crescent-shaped sword backwards and turned it back into its original Taoist weapon, the Nine-Section Staff!

Watching the ghost barbarian casting a spell, Wu Yong was not far behind. He pointed his staff forward, and immediately a stream of lightning and fire emerged, blasting towards the ghost barbarian ancestor.

When the nine disciples attacked again, he raised his staff and swept. The nine-section bamboo staff had brilliant traces, lightning and fire intersected, and strong winds blew, which blew the area of ​​ten miles to pieces, but did not touch these little ghosts!

This made Wu Yong even more angry, and he ignored the little ghost. The purple cloud wrapped around Wu Yong and took him away. Suddenly he appeared in front of the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor and started to hit him with his staff. Disasters, thunder and fire, seemed to take the form of ten fractal fingers, and exploded on his head with a "crackling" sound.

Teach those hundreds of ghosts to catch up...

"drink!"

When the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor saw that Wu Yong was chasing him and fighting him regardless of anything, he smiled coldly, opened his blood-red pupils, turned into a blood-red shadow and disappeared into the netherworld, while the tall ghost shadow behind him began to move.

The sky-covering ghost pushed with both hands, and two sky-splitting ghost claws instantly popped out from the black sky. The ghost claws were as big as mountains, and with ten claws, they crushed the mountain range of hundreds of miles to the ground. The thousands of fire crows in the sky were also directly torn to pieces and annihilated, turning into red clouds. Wu Yong was too close and was also hit by this attack. He was pressed to the ground by the ghost claws and dragged for dozens of miles, and was rubbed to the ground fiercely.

Such a monstrous ghost claw has the power to control the heaven and earth!
Everyone in the arena was paying attention. Outside the arena, He Manjun shuddered, thinking that this old ghost was hiding so deeply...

The mountain range was flattened, and Wu Yong was driven into the ground by the Black Mountain Ghost Claw. Hundreds of ghosts immediately rushed over, especially the Nine Sons Ghost, the Invisible Ghost, the Headless Ghost of Unjust Death, and the Black Starved Ghost...

The nine ghost children all rushed forward, pointing their bloody hands directly at Wu Yong, ready to dig out his internal organs and pick out his eyeballs. However, Wu Yong's body made crackling sounds, and lightning and fire bounced, instantly melting the bloody hands and sending the many little ghosts flying.

It was at the time when the little ghost attacked that Wu Yong's slender left wrist was covered with a pale yellow color, and Zhurong's heavenly fire was born in it. While the little ghost was attacking, Wu Yong's left hand turned into a flaming knife, and with three or two "clicks", he cut off six ghost children in a row and cut off the little ghost.

Just leave a piece of the body of each of the ghost children and burn it in the raging fire!

At this moment, Wu Yong held the Nine-Section Staff in his right hand, covered his chest which had just been hit by the Ghost Hand of Phantom Sky with his left hand, and slowly stood up.

The next moment, Wu Yong raised his left hand, and the mysterious yellow energy turned into a dazzling light, falling like a waterfall from the sky, carrying a force of billions of kilometres, and rushed straight towards the ghostly figure that was covering the sky.

"Spiritual treasure? Huh."

The Ghost Man Ancestor smiled coldly, and the underworld book in his sleeve - the Picture of a Hundred Ghosts of Fengdu - soared into the sky and turned into black light and hit the mysterious yellow energy directly.

The Xuanhuang Mother Qi, which had always worked, was finally helpless when it encountered the Six Heavenly Qi and the Hundred Ghosts of Fengdu!

"Little guy, don't think that you can look down on others just because you have a magic treasure."

"You are very strong, very strong among your peers. You are very powerful, you can suppress others with your power and beat them with your strength."

"But you have been practicing for too short a time, Wu Yong!"

"Go back and sort out your magical powers and re-cultivate your Taoism. I, your ancestor, don't want to cause any trouble with you!"

The Ghostly Ancestor transformed into his true form as a blood ghost, and the dark ghost shadow behind him enveloped the mountains, its aura firmly locked onto Wu Yong.

The picture of the hundred ghosts of Fengdu floats on the dome, and the shadows of the hundred ghosts flicker endlessly above the dark sky.

Even the evil ghosts raised by the Guiman Ancestor, no matter whether they were torn into pieces by the vicious crows or hiding aside with their last breath, were instantly noticed by the phantom in the Picture of a Hundred Ghosts, who reached out their hands to capture them and put them into the picture to eat them.

Only the surviving ghost children, invisible ghost footprints, innocently killed ghosts, starving ghosts, etc. quickly hid behind the ghost and escaped the capture of those beings in the Hundred Ghosts Picture.

This magical treasure must be one of the most precious treasures in Fengdu. It is extremely fierce and evil!

"Not necessarily!"

Wu Yong flicked his sleeves and gathered the red clouds in the sky into one, but once again transformed them into thousands of fire crows.

This made the Ghost Man Ancestor's eyebrows twitch wildly:

Wow! There's this kind of gameplay in the spirit-raising game? Infinite resurrection, right?
Ten thousand crows, with Wu Yong as the center, gradually spread out according to the laws of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. Among them, a dazzling red light directly split the dark and ghostly den, and the scorching heat rose from the hearts of the cultivators.

The Ghost Man Patriarch's heart sank again. Another spiritual treasure? Or a killing spiritual treasure of the Flame Path?
Wu Yong? Wu Yong? Who is he?

Where did he get so many spiritual treasures and Taoist tools?

"Ghostly Ancestor?"

"Perhaps I should call you the True Lord of Hundred Ghosts? You are the only True Lord who has attained the Tao in the Southern Region!"

"To be honest, I feel very sorry for the strength of those two. Only your repeated use and various changes can make me feel terrified."

"King versus king, general versus general, let's fight!"

Wu Yong's heart was burning.

Throwing the Earth Lung Golden Lamp into the air, the entire Netherworld was instantly invaded by the Earth Lung Evil Fire, and the Huangtian Taoist robe directly transformed into a ten-thousand-foot yellow dragon. The yellow dragon's tail threw out the Crane, the Toad Barbarian King, the Three Evil Yin Gods, and the various witches and barbarians. The ten-thousand-foot dragon body then coiled up and surrounded the entire battlefield.

Do you want to fight to the death?

It was also at this time that the Nether Sky Ghost Den was broken, and the many second and third turn barbarian cultivators and warlocks and mages who were anxiously waiting outside finally got to see the battle situation on the field.

With the Xuanhuang mother energy as a cage, the three fire evils of the earth, lungs, gold, and lamp and the ancient energy of Fengdu and the netherworld are manifested as the lava world and hundreds of celestial ghosts.

Wu Yong held the staff in his hand, with the blue and yellow power of Tao covering his body and the blessing of the Three Disasters, turning into a golden-armored god; and the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor, with six ghosts following him, mysterious aura surrounding his body, and bloody ghost eyes all over his body, started to fight with Wu Yong.

Wu Yong no longer tried any martial arts changes at this time. He raised the staff in his right hand high and summoned the God of Thunder!
The red clouds in the sky were instantly filled with thunder and fire. Dozens or even hundreds of flaming thunderbolts suddenly struck down with such great force that each one was as powerful as a strike from the original spirit.

There were thunder and fire above and endless lava below. Guiman didn't want his followers to be destroyed by such thunder and fire, so he had to turn the sky-covering ghost shadow into a curtain and pull it down to block all the ghosts.

But the next moment, Wu Yong waved his left hand, and the strong wind turned into a large column of wind, with fire swirling up. Wu Yong raised his hand and swung the hundreds of feet long column of wind and fire towards the night sky above the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor.

He formed the Seven Star Seal with one hand in an instant, and the star map on his forehead flashed. He then pulled down a ten-thousand-foot-high star from the void and swooped down towards the night sky.

The Star Light Shaking Method!
Wu Yong's first technique of moving stars and changing constellations.

He used three methods in succession, each of which was his most powerful technique that he had been using for a long time.

Only a few loud "boom" sounds were heard, and the dark night sky finally couldn't hold on, and was shattered by the Yaoguang Star Technique. Several figures in the field were all blown away and buried.

"Good good!"

The Ghost Barbarian Ancestor was not seriously hurt at all. After being blown hundreds of feet away, he somersaulted back to his feet and glanced at the picture of a hundred ghosts that was held up in the air by the Earth Lung Golden Lamp. He looked grim and laughed in anger.

With a wave of his hand, he collected the unconscious evil ghosts. Guiman's body swelled up and he directly transformed into a blood ghost Dharma body more than three feet tall. He clapped his hands and went straight for Wu Yong.

He is so powerful that the three great spells did not hurt him at all. Is he really the true master who picked the Yuanshen Dao Fruit?

Wu Yong's heart sank, and he picked up his staff and went forward.

The blood ghost's body was extremely ferocious. Thunder and fire were running wildly on Wu Yong's staff. After several hits on the blood ghost's body, it only made it retreat a few steps without injuring its vital parts.

But Wu Yong's natural void gold and mercury Taoist body that crossed the boundary sea was also extremely terrifying. No matter how the blood ghost tore, swung, hammered, or hit him, even if his robes were torn, if he hit the fair skin, not even a blood mark could be left!

One is a vicious blood ghost in the underworld, and the other is a golden marrow with an eternal golden elixir body. The two fought each other repeatedly and neither of them could lose.

After fighting for hundreds of rounds, Wu Yong frowned, and suddenly his throat felt itchy and painful. A blood pupil grew out of thin air. The blood pupil ate his flesh and drank his blood, and it wanted to live in his body and turn into a divine evil.

"What a ghost! What a plague-blood-eyed ghost!"

Wu Yong smiled coldly, and swept the gold and mercury energy into his body. No matter what kind of strange energy it was, no matter if it was poison or witchcraft, it would be a minor disaster in the process of returning the elixir. Once the elixir energy turned, it could be assimilated into one, practiced into the void essence, and returned to the body!
Holding the staff, he raised the three disasters of thunder and fire and blasted at the blood ghost...

When it came to the extreme, the opponent had no magical powers anymore, and Wu Yong pointed his staff and hit the blood ghost right on the forehead. Thunder and fire burst out, and strong winds blew, knocking him hundreds of feet away with one blow.

After finding an opening, Wu Yong activated the Ten Thousand Crows Battle Formation again, using the three fires of Zhurong's Sky Fire, Earth's Lung Evil Fire, and Humanity's Disaster Fire... to weave them into a rope, transforming them into a red flame chain.

Ten thousand crows held chains in their mouths, flew up and down, and turned back into the sky three times. Ten thousand chains were added to its body, so that even if it had a thousand changes and endless magical powers, it could not break the formation of ten thousand crows.

Wu Yong's magic power is not good at the moment, but the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor is not much better.

Wu Yong swung his staff again, transforming it into a long spear, and slashed at the head of the blood demon, instantly chopping off its head...

The two fought fiercely until their magic power was almost exhausted, and the final decision depended on the spirit.

From now on, the winner is decided!
(End of this chapter)