Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 654 Everyone Shows Their Magical Powers

"Boom!!"

The tolling of the bells was like a surging tide, creating visible waves in the void. Endless pools of corpse water, like gelatinous asphalt, poured down from the city walls, spreading outwards with each tolling of the bells.

"Boom!!"

The bell tolled as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.

The entire battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and the countless ghostly soldiers seemed to be suspended in mid-air like frozen ink marks.

The ghost soldiers and their warhorses that had already charged into the fray suddenly let out a mournful neigh.

The horses' hooves, glowing with fireflies, melted like candles as they trod on the corpse-filled water.

In an instant, these ghostly soldiers fell from their warhorses in large numbers, like wheat stalks blown down by a gale.

The moment their armor was stained with the black corpse water, it turned into black ash, and ancient characters appeared behind them.

When there wasn't enough ashes, they continued to melt their decaying bodies until all the ghost soldiers were transformed into twisted scriptures.

"Ok?"

Xiao Ran was somewhat surprised by this change and immediately began to examine it.

This seems to contradict his own sorcery.

After some inspection, Xiao Ran found the problem: it was on the bronze bell.

He used a bronze bell as a talisman, hoping to unleash the power of his curse through its sound. However, he did not expect that although the bronze bell was not a cursed object, the scriptures on it had changed the very nature of his curse.

"The Great Vajra Subduing Demon Sutra, it seems that the sutra on this bell is really a treasure. No wonder that simpleton, the butcher, is so fond of this bronze bell."

Xiao Ran doesn't believe in Buddhism, but he has a good understanding of Buddhist teachings. When he first fought Huang Chao in Wancheng, he was forced to burrow hundreds of feet underground by the power emanating from Huang Chao and almost lost his life. He silently recited the "Great Freedom Marapan Sutra" on the "Blissful Robe" and survived the danger by chance thanks to this sutra.

From then on, this Buddhist scripture helped Xiao Ran time and time again.

So, when it comes to Buddhism, Xiao Ran wouldn't dare say he's an expert, but he's definitely hundreds of times better than the average person.

He carefully studied the scripture once more, and the more he read, the more he felt that the scripture was profound and unfathomable, possessing the power to subdue demons. No wonder it could change the form of his curse.

Fortunately, no matter how things change, it's just a minor episode for me and doesn't affect my sorcery.

"Dong dong dong..."

The bells tolled, wave after wave, and the ghostly soldiers who rushed in were instantly twisted into scriptures.

It's as if no matter how many troops rush in, it's just like mud sinking into the sea.

Instead, these scriptures floating in mid-air gradually took shape, seemingly transforming into a black Vajra, suppressing this area.

"Is this... even human??"

Seeing the methods Xiao Ran displayed, Huang Le, Omeprazole, and the others hiding behind him all widened their eyes.

As a beginner, when encountering a few evil spirits, one would likely have to expend considerable effort and rely on cursed objects to have any chance of winning.

Take these ghost soldiers for example. If Omeprazole and his men were to take action, they could barely put up a fight against one or two of them.

But more than three will certainly mean certain death.

Yet, Xiao Ran didn't seem to use any cursed artifacts; he effortlessly annihilated thousands of Yin soldiers. Such methods completely refreshed their understanding of professionals.

Even Huang Le looked at Xiao Ran's back with a complicated expression. He remembered that when they were together, Xiao Ran's methods had amazed him, but that was all. He didn't want to see her again. The gap between them had reached an unbelievable level.

Thinking of this, Huang Le wished he could slap himself twice: "Huang Le, Huang Le, you really are a pig brain. When you invited me, why didn't I come along to adventure? Otherwise, even if I were at my worst, I would be much stronger than Omeprazole and the others by now."

Huang Le felt remorseful, regretting his greed for pleasure.

Fortunately, although regret is useless now, he is a lucky man. At least when they met again, Xiao Ran was still willing to acknowledge him as a brother and help him out. Otherwise, he might have died in this godforsaken place in a daze.

The East Gate is suppressed by Xiao Ran's curse spells. Once these ghostly soldiers are drawn into it, they will instantly twist into scriptures, further enhancing the power of the curse spells.

After a few more waves of ghost soldiers tried to charge, they simply gave up on the east gate and instead tried to charge towards the south gate.

Wu Man was the only one guarding the city in the south, but her methods were no less than Xiao Ran's, and might even be better.

After all, Wu Man had already reached the threshold of becoming a B-level professional.

His understanding of his own strengths is far deeper than Xiao Ran's.

Seeing a large number of ghost soldiers rushing towards her from below the city, Wu Man silently took out a small gourd from her spatial storage.

Open the gourd stopper and sprinkle it onto the city wall.

Powder shimmering with a faint purple light drifted out of the gourd.

"Whoo~~~"

A gentle breeze blew up, and instantly, half of the sky seemed to be painted with a faint purple hue.

The purple dust was increasing. The ghostly soldiers who were rushing towards them seemed to have suffered a loss at Xiao Ran's hands. Now, seeing the overwhelming purple dust approaching, they all raised their shields and their warhorses quickly closed in.

"kill!!"

The murderous aura mixed with the chilling malevolence was like a ferocious beast awakening from the abyss, radiating a suffocating coldness.

Wu Man, however, sat leisurely on the city wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it to his lips, rubbed his index finger and thumb together a few times, and a wisp of flame appeared at his fingertip.

She lit a cigarette, and as the flame flickered on the butt, a puff of smoke escaped from Wu Man's nostrils.

A bluish mist shrouded half of Wu Man's face, and her clear black and white eyes glanced sideways at the Yin soldiers who were now fully supporting her. She uttered a single word indifferently.

"change!"

With this soft shout, the fireflies in the eyes of the charging Yin soldiers suddenly went out, replaced by potatoes bursting out of their eye sockets.

A piercing neigh echoed outside the city gate, and the originally murderous ghost soldiers scattered in an instant.

Potatoes, green vegetables, radishes, celery, and peppers fell to the ground from mid-air as if they were free.

The thousands of ghost soldiers instantly transformed into fruits and vegetables.

Wu Man glanced at the vegetables, a look of disappointment on her face. She shook the small gourd in her hand, and only a slight echo came from inside. She couldn't help but sigh, "What a huge loss."

Compared to the relaxed situation for Wu Man and Xiao Ran, the situation at the North Gate and West Gate was much more tense.

On the city gate, an altar was erected.

This altar was clearly a temporary structure made of tables, chairs, and benches, about three meters high. On top of it was a huge eight-immortal table, large enough for eight or nine people to sit down and have a meal.

Jin Chanzi had changed into a Taoist robe, held a money sword, and stood on the altar, performing the Heavenly Gang Step. Several people who had been temporarily assigned to the altar stood below it, each holding a black thread.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

In the distance, a cold wind rolled in, like a flood bursting its banks, obscuring the sky and the sun. From time to time, countless ferocious shouts of killing could be heard.

The sound sent chills down their spines and made their hair stand on end. If it weren't for the absolute confidence that Xiao Ran and his team had, they probably would have already run away.

"Four Duty Officers, Six Ding and Six Jia, Eight-Faced Vajra, heed my command, return to your positions at once."

As Jin Chanzi chanted the incantation, the people below the altar suddenly felt a heat in their bodies and a sudden weight on their shoulders, as if a pair of large feet were stepping on them.

Some people looked up and noticed that a golden-armored deity was standing on them. Their hearts warmed, and the fear on their faces subsided considerably.

With the appearance of several golden-armored giants, the ghost soldiers who had been charging forward suddenly paused, and their battle cries weakened.

"All generals, heed my command! Slay the demons and monsters! Kill!"

Jin Chanzi drew talismans in the air with his fingers, while his other hand grasped the ink line. As soon as the talisman took shape, he pulled the ink line in his hand, and the people below the altar involuntarily took a step forward. The golden-armored giants standing on them moved almost in unison.

With a swing of their bodies, these golden-armored giants raised their swords, spears, and halberds, emitting beams of intense light as they struck forward.

Wherever the bright light passed, these ghostly soldiers were instantly annihilated, and their offensive became scattered.

"How about it? My methods are quite good, aren't they?"

Jin Chanzi glanced smugly at the old demon Qinghai on the roof of the city tower.

His Six Ding Six Jia summoning technique is ineffective against major evil spirits, but it is a perfect and effective way to deal with these wandering ghosts.

The old demon Qinghai didn't say anything, but just glanced to the west.

To the west, another altar stood, seemingly a meter taller than Jin Chanzi's altar, and the sound of bells could be heard ringing.

Suddenly, the old demon Qinghai's eyelids twitched, and his body stiffened involuntarily.

A blinding blue light flashed across the sky, followed by a muffled clap of thunder.

"Five thunders rectify the law!"

The old demon Qinghai swallowed hard, looking at the disappearing azure light in the sky, a look of surprise on his face. He then turned to look at Jin Chanzi with a wicked smile: "Little Daoist, your Dragon Tiger Mystic Sect... doesn't taste as authentic as theirs."

Jin Chanzi snorted coldly, but inwardly he sighed.

"The Xiushui family has been around for so many years, yet their inherited Dharma seal is still so intact. No wonder Longhu Mountain in the real world always causes trouble for them. They are truly guilty of possessing a treasure. If it weren't for the emergence of the Lost City this time, they would have been suppressed for who knows how long."

Just then, countless arcs of electricity crackled across the distant sky, like the giant claws of a dragon slamming down on the earth. This shocking scene left everyone feeling a lingering sense of unease.

"Young Taoist priest, how is it? Is my Dai family's Five Thunder Technique authentic?"

As the lightning faded, Dai Long's shouts echoed from afar.

Jin Chanzi was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then grinned and cursed, "What the hell? Today, I'll show you what true orthodox Xuanmen is!"

After saying that, Jin Chanzi immediately rummaged in his sleeve and pulled out an ancient-looking Three Pure Ones Bell. Upon seeing the Three Pure Ones Bell, Qinghai Old Demon was startled and yelled, "You...you really...dog, using your own ancestor's treasure to fight!"

Having said that, he ignored Jin Chanzi, grabbed the dazed Wu Dang beside him, and leaped away to hide far away...

(End of this chapter)