The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 182 Ending
"Good good!"

"The ancestor just won't allow the Nightmare Barbarians to invade you, so what? You little brat, do you also want to take advantage of the ancestor's injury to attack him?"

The Ghost Man Patriarch's face turned ashen, he laughed in anger, and suddenly pointed at Wu Yong.

"He, Wu Yong, is a Taoist official, has opened three flowers on his head, has a Taoist foundation stronger than his soul, and has caused chaos in the Southern Region. I won't argue with him."

"But you, a little kid, are you qualified to take advantage of others' misfortune?"

Gui Manjun shouted angrily with a hoarse voice, even though Wu Yong had cut off thirteen of his heads, it would not be a big problem for him to deal with a great wizard.

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of the evil ghost in the Fengdu Hundred Ghosts Picture jumped out of the picture and truly transformed into a hundred-headed celestial ghost, descending into the world.

Hundreds of ghosts raised a thick fog in the dark sky, which instantly covered most of the Ruined Mountains. The evil creature hid in the dark sky and brazenly chased up to the clouds, heading straight for the Nine Emperors of Qiongming!
"Whether you are qualified or not, it depends on whether the old barbarian king is strong enough!"

Taoist Wang Jin's ears moved, and he suddenly received the secret sound into his brain, and there was a little more murderous intent in his words.

What does this holy temple of the Nightmare Barbarians have to do with his Ghost Barbarians? After repeated warnings, if he still does this, then he is courting death.

In the Qiongming Palace, the phenomenon of branching out of the sect became more and more serious, and he was the only one among the seven Qiongming Daoists who would become a branch-line Daoist.

If he and others cannot even take over a blessed land after branching out, what is the point of this branch?
When Qiong Ming Jiu Zun saw the old barbarian throwing a tantrum, he immediately used his treasures to form a formation and was determined to kill him!
Led by Taoist Wang Jin, a red-haired evil ghost appeared from the dark sky. It was swept by the lotus whisk and immediately smashed hundreds of feet away and fell into the lava that had not yet solidified.

In the dark sky, there is a soul-wounded bird. It sticks its head out. It looks like a chicken, but its feathers are like a phoenix. It cries mournfully, and the sound of "soul-wounded" echoes back and forth, shocking the soul.

There were also snake ghosts, fox ghosts, and sacrificial ghosts that emerged from the bottom of the black fog and attacked the cloud heads.

The Yaksha was brave, as tall as eighteen feet, holding a fork in both claws, and leaped onto the clouds, fighting endlessly; Qilang was tragically shot by thousands of arrows, but he tightly grasped the Yang family spear and took one step at a time, as if he had an immortal fighting spirit, blocking several rays of mysterious light; the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons, each holding a steel fork and an iron rod, leaped up and hammered with a few moves, making the precious light on the clouds shake.

The long-haired zombie stretched out its claws and tore the platform apart with one strike.

The nine masters above the clouds also used their own methods. Immediately, precious light shone in all directions, black fog rolled, and the hundreds of ghosts in the dark sky launched continuous attacks. The magic weapons of the masters of Qiongming flew up and down, and they fought to equal strength.

But only Wu Yong realized that in the dark fog, there were more and more water ghosts, tuberculosis ghosts, hanged ghosts, minions, plague ghosts, monsters and headless ghosts, especially those ox-headed and horse-faced ghosts, yaksha flying zombies. Even if the Ghost Barbarian Ancestor could not summon their true forms, they were already fourth-level ghosts.

After all, he is a famous old ghost!

Taoist Wang Jin had disappeared on the cloud platform at this time. There was a loud noise in the distance. Taoist Wang Jin held a green jade ruyi in his right hand and a whisk in his left hand. The ruyi turned into precious light and he hit Gui Manjun three times on the head.

The evil ghosts that protected the Ghost Man Ancestor were all destroyed by Wu Yong, and the blood ghosts fell into a deep sleep. Only a ghost shadow in the sky turned into the night sky blocking his head. The Fengdu Hundred Ghosts Picture was emitting black light, which was able to barely block the three attacks.

The blue jade Ruyi originated from the ancient blue sky, the so-called blue sky, its color like indigo, high and far-reaching and indescribable. This Ruyi was born with the blue sky. If you hold the jade and hit it, rocks will break and lakes and seas will collapse.

Wang Jin held the jade and chased after Guimanjun, who was so frightened that he had to hurriedly call for the Seventh Yaksha and the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons to protect him.

He really didn't expect that this Taoist would have such murderous intentions, and he would not care about Qiong Ming's clansmen, and give up everything to kill him directly while he was injured.

But at this time, even if the sky ghost wanted to turn back to help, the other masters of Qiongming formed a formation behind him, and Taoist Wang Qiong slew the ghost with a sword; on this side, Taoist Wang Jin used his lotus whisk to generate two yin and yang, and his finger-wrapped soft technique to turn dust into silk, making it difficult for the bound big ghost to move, and the Hundred Refinements of Steel method made its edge, and the unchanging silver blade pierced through the old monster!
"it is good!"

The Ghostly Ancestor's eyes were wide open with anger, and he didn't care that he was seriously injured. The tall ghost figure behind him stood up, held up the night curtain that covered the sky, clasped his hands together, and took down the Book of Hundred Ghosts.

The Ghost Claw of Youtian was ready to strike, and it ignored Taoist Wang Jin, but aimed at the Qiongming cultivators on the cloud platform.

His magic power was only enough for this one time, but with just one strike from those two thousand-foot-long ghost arms, all the Qiongming cultivators on the cloud platform would die.

They are not Wu Yong, they don’t have that kind of eternal Taoist body, nor do they have the Xuanhuang Taoist robe to protect them...

Taoist Wang Jin flicked his whisk and stood holding the jade, waiting for the old barbarian to dare to move. He would then use Ruyi to strike the old barbarian's head with a blow that would cause his skull to shatter and he would die!
At this moment, the two of them were fighting each other both fiercely and bravely.

Lao Man was injured, all the evil spirits protecting him were eliminated, his Dharma body was hidden, and his magic power was difficult to mobilize.

Taoist Wang Jin's main skill is transformation, which is not enough. Although this magic treasure is powerful, he cannot use it at will, and his magic power and Taoist traces are all useless!
The two fought till the very last moment, just waiting to attack at the same time.

"Boom!"

There was only a flash of red light, and in an instant, ninety-nine thousand-foot-long flaming thunders fell from the sky. Among the hundred ghosts, the weaker water ghosts, lackeys, and hanged ghosts were blasted into smoke on the spot and returned to the Fengdu Hundred Ghosts Picture.

Those big ghosts were also struck by the lightning and fire, with burn marks and cracks all over their bodies.

What’s more important is that the thirty-six disasters of thunder and fire are connected into a line, and the thunder and lightning separate Wang Jin and Gui Manjun into two lines!
"If you two continue to fight, it will be a lose-lose situation." "I'm afraid that the Qiongming masters will be killed by the angry blow of the old barbarian king. The old barbarian king himself may not be able to support it, and his Taoist body will inevitably suffer irreversible damage..."

"There's no need to say any more harsh words. Let's take a step back and propose a condition each. Let's settle this matter now."

Wu Yong's black and yellow robes moved with the wind, and he held the staff in his right palm, mobilizing thunder and fire to shock the cultivators, and shouted loudly to stop them.

"I was entrusted by Master Wang, but I couldn't bear to see the Qiongming people suffer. I entered the Southern Region as an official of the East China Sea Road, but I never killed anyone without authorization, let alone harmed you, the great barbarian king."

"Everyone, please make peace!"

Seeing that the few people were still silent, Wu Yong waved his right hand, summoned the Earth Lung Golden Lamp hidden in the Wan Ya Pot, and hung it above the heads of the cultivators.

This Earth Lung Golden Lamp is the strongest among all the spiritual treasures present in terms of its killing power, the wide range of influence, and the high grade.

Even though the cultivators had other thoughts in their minds, they did not dare to stare at this evil light and embarrass Wu Yong.

"Humph!"

The Ghost Man King snorted coldly, gathered all the ghosts and put them into the picture, but still remained silent.

"Old Barbarian, what exactly do you want from the Nightmare Tribe? Please tell me. If I can grant your request, I may be able to fulfill your wish."

"But don't be arrogant anymore, or you will really lose this opportunity."

Wu Yong asked loudly, then made a hand gesture with his left hand, and slowly drew the fire evil spirit from the lava into the lamp, so as not to let it destroy the entire mountain range...

As soon as these words were spoken, all the cultivators in the field turned their eyes to Gui Man Jun, and everyone was wondering the reason.

"You all know that the Nightmare Tribe and the Ghost Tribe are originally one tribe. My Ghost Tribe has been seeking to integrate the two tribes for generations, fusing the Nightmare and Ghost magic into one..."

Gui Manjun weighed his words and looked at Wu Yong.

It might be difficult to inherit the Nightmare Temple, but if the hundreds of thousands of people in the Nightmare Tribe can enter the Ghost Tribe, the Nightmare magic passed down from generation to generation may also give us a glimpse of the way forward?
However, before Wu Yong and the other lords Qiong Ming could react, mocking voices were heard.

"Hehe, old ghost, you're dreaming. Even if he agrees, my Beast Barbarian Tribe will be the first to disagree!"

"Have you forgotten why we split the division into two? Wasn't it to balance the divisions and prevent you from causing such horrible evil?"

"I think your intention to integrate the two divisions is fake, but your intention to revive the Nightmare Witchcraft is real."

He Manjun smiled coldly.

This old ghost is planning to take over the inheritance of the Great Barbarian King Huangdao. The other two tribes can be tolerated, but if he wants to annex the Nightmare Tribe as well, that is not acceptable.

Nothing but balance...

"white crane!"

"Do you want to die?"

The idea of ​​conquering the Nightmare Temple has been thwarted, but he still can’t take over the Nightmare witch lineage?
"Hehe, your spiritual treasure Hundred Ghosts Picture is dangerous. Qingchan is afraid of you, but I am not. Master He also wants to see how many heads you have that can block my Immortal Slaying Flying Knife?"

"Besides, Qing Chan won't agree to it!"

He Manjun's eyes turned cold and he said firmly.

The three parts of ghost, poison and head are meant to restrain and balance each other. The Ghost Barbarian Ancestor has countless ghosts and is the strongest; the Green Toad Plague Technique is the worst; and the White Crane Barbarian King's Immortal Sword Technique is the most effective in beheading.

The ghostly den in the dark sky could not stop his Five Elements Escape, and the summons of a hundred ghosts could not stop him from using his Immortal Flying Knife to take his head!

Half of these three were the work of Yujing...

There was no need to negotiate conditions now, as the three upper tribes of the Southern Region simply could not tolerate each other. Under the ruins, they still harbored resentment towards each other and parted unhappily.

(End of this chapter)