Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 298: Fighting Against the Gods

Outside the Taoist temple, two chubby guys were jumping up the stairs.

The chubby feet stepped on the bluestone slabs, leaving a footprint with each step, and each footprint was bigger than the last.

Often, just by jumping forward, the figures of the two people would suddenly become several times larger.

Wherever it passed, the steps rolled up like waves.

The surrounding houses also began to deform, the world turned upside down, and yin and yang became confused.

It was as if the whole world was turned upside down.

Suddenly, the voice of the Yinshan Taoist was heard in the air.

"Hu, Master wanted to wait for you, but he couldn't. Last time, I cut myself with a knife. I hid in the mountains with a bunch of bandits and almost forgot who I was. I'm afraid I will be in a daze for several years. God knows what the world will be like when I wake up next time."

The old Taoist's words seemed to be installed with a loudspeaker. All the evil spirits in the huge Taoist temple could hear them clearly, as if they were rumbling in their ears.

"who!!"

The fourth brother's heart was pounding, and he looked around, but he didn't see any trace of the old Taoist. Just at this moment, there was a sharp tearing sound suddenly coming from the gate of the Taoist temple.

Immediately afterwards, the doorposts began to twist and explode, and the two lanterns hanging at the door leaked blood-red liquid, and the door suddenly opened.

But unexpectedly, a figure as huge as a giant appeared right after him, smashed the door to pieces, and jumped in carrying a sedan chair.

A big foot stepped heavily on the ground, and the whole Taoist temple shook violently.

Without waiting for the evil ghosts to recover from their shock, he immediately opened his mouth and blew towards the ground.

"Whoosh..."

The strong wind created a tornado visible to the naked eye on the ground, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in an instant. Once the evil spirits were caught in the strong wind, they would be torn to pieces in an instant.

"Run!"

Now many evil ghosts didn't care about anything else and jumped up into the air, trying to escape from the Taoist temple.

However, they didn't expect that just as they took off, a muffled thunder was heard in the sky, and bolts of lightning struck down, instantly scaring away the evil ghosts flying in the air.

The clouds above his head twisted and a huge hole appeared.

I saw the face of the Yinshan Taoist peeking out from the clouds, and this world seemed to have become the size of a toy.

Xiao Ran had already activated his spiritual robe, but his scalp went numb when he saw this scene.

He immediately gave up the idea of escaping with the help of the spiritual clothes. He just stuck his head out to look at the face of the Taoist priest Yinshan in the clouds. His heart was filled with shock and he blurted out what he had said involuntarily.

"Tips!"

Xiao Ran actually didn't quite understand what these three words meant, but in the magic of Yan Sheng that Huang Jinye practiced, there were records of these three words.

But it was just a brief mention, without even a description, just one sentence.

Tired of playing is like a cage, imprisoning heaven and earth.

Because this is the highest realm of the art of hatred, Huang Jinye's master only said that this thing is just a legend, and no one can reach this level in the art of hatred.

Just like the immortality in Taoist scriptures, it is often only four words with no other description.

"what!!"

Xiao Ran's voice was so low that it could be ignored, but the old Taoist heard it clearly. He couldn't help but let out a surprised voice: "My dear disciple, you can recognize the master's trick? It seems that you have worked hard during this period of time."

Xiao Ran's mouth twitched a few times, and he thought to himself, "How long has this old pervert lived? This kind of magical power is even more amazing than his previous one."

"Senior, please be merciful. I kowtow to you. I am a disciple of the Netherworld Cult Master, Emperor Jiejie!"

The old Taoist was startled and squinted his eyes to look at the fourth brother who was kneeling on the ground.

I only heard the fourth brother continue: "I am the disciple of the Six-Faced Ghost King under the command of the Demon King Xiansheng. I have been ordered to enter the world. I beg the senior to give us a way out."

The fourth brother knelt on the ground and said something that made the old Taoist count on his fingers for a long time. He finally reacted after hearing the last word and couldn't help but spit coldly: "Bah, after talking for so long, it turns out that you are not even a disciple of the Six-Faced Ghost King?"

A mouthful of thick phlegm was spat out and fell over the Taoist temple like a rainstorm. Xiao Ran dodged quickly and went straight into a tree hole. This made life difficult for the evil ghosts including Lao Si, as they were covered in a foul stench from the phlegm.

The old Taoist was too lazy to pay attention to him, not to mention that he was just a disciple of a small ghost king. Even if he was the disciple of the Six-Faced Ghost King, or even if the Six-Faced Ghost King himself came, the old Taoist would not give him face.

After he has mastered the ghost pill, he will just pat his butt and leave, find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, cut himself with a knife, and sever the cause and effect. What does it have to do with him whether he is a ghost king or not?

The eyeball turned and stared at Xiao Ran who was hiding in the tree hole. A playful smile appeared on the old face: "Good disciple, Master is here to help you."

After saying that, the two chubby guys standing at the gate showed silly smiles on their faces, jumped forward, stood on each side, squatted down, and turned into two stone lions.

The lion opened its mouth and spewed out two streams of flames.

The one on the left spewed out green flames and the one on the right spewed out red flames. While spewing fire, they quickly began to rotate around the Taoist temple.

Instantly, green and red alternated, and the entire Taoist temple instantly became a sea of fire. The evil ghosts were burned by the flames, but their bodies were not damaged, but their souls were immediately forced out of their bodies, and then turned into wisps of pure Yin energy in the flames.

"Huh! Huh! This is a good place chosen by Master for you. This thousand-year-old locust tree will be your coffin. Master will save you in the next life. We will be a good pair of master and apprentice again. Master will compensate you well."

The dark clouds overhead slowly rolled in and covered the sky again.

Xiao Ran ignored the Yinshan Taoist, or rather, he didn't have the energy to respond. He just felt extremely cold all over. The bigger the fire outside, the colder he felt.

I just felt like there was a hole on my lower back, and wisps of negative energy were rushing in frantically.

Xiao Ran carefully stuck his head out and looked outside. The outside was alternating between green and red, and the flames seemed to have set the sky on fire. Those evil spirits and ghosts could not even last a moment in the sea of fire before they were burned into green smoke that continuously passed through the ghost locust tree and into their bodies.

"Oh, so you are just like that."

Seeing this, Xiao Ran couldn't help but sneer.

These evil spirits turned the entire Jinyang City, and even the entire Hedong, into their breeding ground, treating the people as consumables. However, they did not expect that in the end, after meeting more ruthless people, they would become consumables in the hands of others.

This result is unexpectedly ironic.

"Old man, are you treating me like Sun Wukong and trying to turn me into an elixir?"

Xiao Ran looked back at his lower back. The black thing on his lower back was like a hole, sucking in a constant stream of negative energy, while it itself began to shrink little by little.

"Disgust with drama is like a cage, imprisoning heaven and earth..."

Xiao Ran reached out and took out Huang Jinye's memory book and flipped through it quickly, but after searching around, he couldn't find any valuable information.

Apparently, even Huang Jinye's master felt that this kind of thing was too absurd and illusory, so he never mentioned this matter to Huang Jinye at all.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran closed his eyes and carefully thought about the art of hatred in his mind again.

As the saying goes, pressure is motivation. When people are under tremendous pressure, they will either break through successfully or be crushed and never get up again. But Xiao Ran is the former.

The magic of exorcism used to plunder Golden Leaf before can be said to be a hasty one, and many details were ignored by Xiao Ran.

At this moment, read the contents carefully again.

Xiao Ran suddenly had a completely different opinion about the art of witchcraft.

"I originally thought that the art of exorcism was a process of finding a toilet, or creating a toilet, and then finally detonating the toilet. Now it seems that I was superficial."

Although this magic of exorcism is completely different from the Taoist formations, when it comes to depth, it is not much different from the Taoist mystical arts.

The key to the art of exorcism lies in the word "change".

The changes in different evil spirits and the reactions produced by different talismans are like a complex chemical formula.

Simply looking for a toilet, creating a toilet, and finally detonating the toilet are all superficial skills and are not presentable.

According to this set of ideas, the mystery of the art of Yan Sheng was revealed to Xiao Ran's eyes.

Disgust can be understood as qi. Everything has qi, so everything can cause disgust.

The mystery of the art of exorcism does not lie in the level of the technique, but in the mastery of everything.

Perhaps it was because of the blessing of the [Scholar] profession, coupled with Xiao Ran's own good comprehension. Under such tremendous pressure, he understood the basic theory of the so-called "Yan Sheng" in a short moment.

Xiao Ran opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he already had a plan in mind.

I snorted in my heart: "Old man, you treat me as Sun Wukong, but you are not Taishang Laojun!"

As he spoke, Xiao Ran took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and mobilized the corpse qi in his body to dissipate from his body.

Corpse technique·corpse pool!

As Xiao Ran completed the seal, black water began to seep out from under his feet.

He had just observed that the flames spewing from the mouths of the two stone lions outside seemed to have an extremely powerful effect on the Yin energy.

But it actually does not cause much harm to the corpse or the body.

The old Taoist of Yinshan just wanted to use this opportunity to refine all the Yin energy in the Taoist temple. By the time the ghost pill was mature, he would probably be tortured to death by this ghost pill.

So Xiao Ran's method is simple. If you start the fight, I can do it too. There is not much else in this Taoist temple, but there are many corpses. I will use the corpses to start the fight, and we will fight to the death.

Xiao Ran was just gambling. He knew that the Yinshan Taoist's skills were superb and far beyond his reach, but those with bare feet are not afraid of those wearing shoes.

The ghost pill has not yet taken shape, and the old Taoist priest does not dare to kill himself.

As the corpse gas under Xiao Ran's feet became thicker and thicker, Xiao Ran spread out his hands, took out the [Evil-Suppressing Order] and after activating it with the [Corpse Collector], he used the [Evil-Suppressing Order] as a talisman and hung it high above his head.

"Old man! I'm going to fight you!"

A hint of determination flashed across Xiao Ran's eyes, and he made a spell: "Qi Yan..."

(End of this chapter)