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Chapter 329: Ghosts Passing Through, No Grass Grows (Please Subscribe, Read, and Comment)

"What a mistake! I forgot to change out of this outfit!"

Martin tugged at his wet pajamas and muttered something under his breath.

He didn't like clothing. If it was a little more sophisticated, it would become very complicated, with all kinds of gorgeous whistles, which were simply replicas of officials' uniforms. It didn't matter if he wore it when performing rituals, but it would become very cumbersome when leading a charge.

"After I deal with these evil spirits, I will wear a set of Taiping Dao general's armor."

Martin pressed his shoulders back and stood up straight, like a proudly upright pine tree, looking at the streets that had turned into a ghost town, clutching the musket in his hand.

The spirit of the dead is attracted by the yang energy emanating from the living.

The moment Martin walked out of the room, Yang Energy rolled out like a continuously burning stove, continuously releasing Yang Energy. For those ghosts sinking in the world of death, it was an irresistible delicacy.

A ghost flew out of every door and window on the entire street, bringing with it a rolling negative energy that swept in all directions and turned into a fierce cold wind. The street where Martin was located became even more eerie and dark, as if it was not a place where living people lived.

Thousands of evil spirits gathered together, but instead of falling into hell, they rode on the gloomy wind to cover the sky and turned into thick clouds, as if it had been splashed with thick ink, leaving only darkness.

Martin watched all this calmly without taking any action.

He used himself as bait to entangle these wronged souls and evil spirits, so as to prevent them from leaving this street that had already sunk into the world of the dead and going to Gotham to cause trouble.

Although these ghosts are only ordinary disasters compared to the monsters in Gotham, they will only find living people to die with them, and then happily reincarnate.

Only those who become ghost kings and are qualified to be written into Taoist and Buddhist scriptures will carry out terrorist attacks in order to carve up land and become kings in the human world.

Boom!
Martin smashed the musket in his hand to the ground fiercely. His three souls and six spirits were burned by the heart fire, and instantly turned into a spirit, bursting out with powerful magic power, and shouted:
"This street has been engraved with Martin's name. All evil spirits, please retreat quickly and follow the law. Otherwise, once the guns are fired, your bodies and souls will be destroyed and your souls will be scattered. You will never have the chance to reincarnate again."

The sound waves spread and penetrated the thick clouds, like a loud thunderclap, scaring all the wronged souls and evil spirits away like headless flies, completely losing their previous momentum.

Although these wronged souls and evil spirits did not recognize Martin, they were frightened by the magical power emanating from him and wanted to escape.

At this moment, three tall shadows suddenly stood up in the depths of the street, raised their hands and released an even more dense Yin energy. At a command, the panicked ghosts and evil spirits regained their composure, formed an army formation again and rushed towards Martin.

“So there are experts out there!”

Martin frowned slightly as he looked at the three shadows, thinking, this is indeed a haunted place called Gotham, three ghost kings appeared as soon as he opened his eyes.

The excessive yin energy directly broke through a certain limit, and the thick clouds above the street suddenly dissipated, turning the street into a blue sky, with even bright sunshine falling.

“You’re quite capable!”

Martin was not fooled by the blue sky and saw through the illusion at a glance.

The most common evil ghosts can do is blind a few people, causing them to fall into hallucinations and commit suicide.

But the street where Martin was located captured too many ghosts, and with the three ghost kings leading them, the yin energy was so overwhelming that even the celestial phenomena were changed, although it was just an illusion.

"Since you don't know how to appreciate kindness, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Martin shrugged his shoulders and patted the box behind him, and four Tianpeng rulers flew out.

These four rulers are made of peach wood and have four edges. The six sides are engraved with the twenty-eight constellations, the name of the Emperor of Ziwei, the name of Marshal Tianpeng, the six stars of the Southern Dipper, and the seven stars of the Northern Dipper.

Martin used his magic power to push, and the four Tianpeng rulers flew to the southeast, northwest, and northeast, and the spells engraved on the six sides of the rulers shone brightly.

"Show me!"

He stretched out his index and middle fingers, like sharp swords, slashing down from top to bottom. The four rulers ignited with lightning and fire, illuminating all directions, and directly tore apart the illusions of the wronged souls and evil spirits, revealing the street covered by ghosts.

At this moment, the first batch of ghosts have rushed to Martin's side, including hanged ghosts, water ghosts, eviscerator ghosts, headless ghosts, long-tongued ghosts, and so on.
Hundreds of ghosts murmured in ghostly voices, hiding in the gloomy clouds, and pounced on Martin using the method they used to kill themselves, wanting to kill the living man in front of them and then share his flesh and yang energy.

"Just a little brat!"

Martin snorted coldly, raised his rifle and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The voice of Tianxia Daji sounded again, he chanted the Tiangang spell, bullets sprayed out of the muzzle of the gun, and suddenly the empty room was filled with light, the smoke scattered and made the ghosts cough continuously, and the explosion of thunder and fire directly burned more than a dozen ghosts into ashes.

The thick yin energy was immediately burned away by the gunpowder, leaving a blank area. These wronged ghosts were frightened by the power of the musket and became afraid. They stayed in the bleak clouds and hesitated to move forward.

Soon, ghost language came from the shadow of the Ghost King in the distance, like military orders, urging these wronged souls to rush towards Martin again.

"It's hard for a group of guerrillas put together from scratch to achieve anything great!"

Martin muttered softly, and a large amount of neatly cut yellow paper flew out of the box on his back and flew in all directions under the control of his magic power.

If an ordinary Taoist wizard wants to draw a talisman, he needs to set up an altar and perform rituals, communicate with the heaven, and then ask the ancestors to appear. Then, he can use things like cinnabar to draw effective spells on the talisman paper.

But Martin didn't have to go through these tedious steps.

Although he was haunted by hundreds of ghosts and surrounded by dark clouds, his face was serious and he showed no sign of panic. He stretched out the middle finger of his right hand and forced out a drop of blood. The magic power in his body resonated with the vitality of heaven and earth. The blood drop was so powerful that the magic power wrapped around the talisman paper, and runes appeared out of thin air.

"Five Thunders, Five Thunders, obey my command"

"The God of Wind and the God of Rain come when you call them."

"Fire spirits are born, fireworks spread across the nine palaces."

Martin did not shoot. He used the specially reinforced musket as a hammer to smash the ghost that pounced on him away. At the same time, he kept chanting spells to make the talisman take shape.

The five thunders surged and turned into swords, spears, and halberds, smashing into the ghosts and tearing them into pieces.

The wind and rain raged, blowing along the east wind. The wronged souls and evil spirits were blown by the wind and a layer of their skin disappeared in an instant. They were hit by the rain and their flesh and bones turned into thick water.

The raging fire spread out in all directions like sea waves, transforming into jackals, tigers and leopards, biting the evil spirits that had managed to escape, swallowing them up in one gulp and turning them into ashes.

Talismans are treasures that can defeat the strong with the weak and the many with the few, especially against gods, ghosts, and weird things.

When all the yellow papers were burned, all the stragglers who were clinging to Martin were killed, and the evil spirit around him suddenly disappeared.

But this is not the end, but the beginning.

Ghost soldiers holding swords and spears rushed over in groups. They were wearing armor and had already condensed into corpses, with ghostly blue and green fire burning in their eyes.

They controlled the wind and clouds transformed from the negative energy and covered the two sides of the battle formation. There were also piles of chariots and artillery hidden in the battle formation, surrounding Martin from all sides.

"When the ghost soldiers pass through the border, not a blade of grass will grow. When the ghost king appears, the land will be barren for a thousand miles!"

Martin loaded bullets and gunpowder into his musket, and with his pair of clear black and white eyes he looked around at the tight battle formation. He said in a deep voice: "This is somewhat interesting, but what on earth is going on in this ghost place Gotham? Are there really so many dead people?" He glanced over and roughly counted them. There were a total of more than ten thousand ghost soldiers.

You should know that once the soul of an ordinary dead person leaves the body, it will fall into the underworld. Only a few ghosts will remain in the world of the living and become evil spirits.

Among the many evil spirits, only a very few can condense into a Yin body and become soldiers under the Ghost King.

"I knew Gotham was a place of evil, but I didn't expect it to be this evil. How many people did Barbatos and his followers kill in Gotham?"

Martin kept talking about Barbatos, but he was thinking about another great god, Death.

He thought to himself, wondering if today's incident would attract her.

Death is a great god. She has seen countless famous scenes. So this kind of child's play shouldn't make her angry, right?

He was really unsure about this matter, and after thinking for a while, he focused his attention on the ghost soldiers around him and the ghost king further away.

It’s not too late to get rid of this garbage first and think about other things later.

The ghost soldiers could no longer wait. They were so angry that they wanted to kill Martin immediately and share his flesh and blood and yang energy.

Without waiting for the Ghost King to give orders, the army began to advance forward.

The large shields carved with the heads of Jiaozi beasts were connected to each other, as solid as a city wall, and it seemed that no one could cross them.

Spears stretched out from the gaps in the shield. The tips of the spears, like daggers, flashed a faint blue light, as if they were stained with some kind of poison.

Behind the army, nearly a hundred cannons made of Yin iron were ready for battle. The shells used by these cannons were made of bones, with human flesh and blood as propellant. They were entangled with the wailing of the dead and continuously released a creepy green light.

"Go away!"

Martin raised his eyebrows and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

The first bullet shot out from the muzzle, carrying with it raging flames and lightning, like a little sun, hitting the Yin soldier formation and exploding directly.

The smoke billowed, the sound was like thunder, and the flames were raging, which instantly tore a hole in the tightly defended army formation.

bang bang bang...

Martin did not stop. He shuttled in front of the army formation, his magic power flowing, chanting the Tiangang spell, and directly launching it with his vital energy, which was more powerful than before.

Then a circle formed by the yellow sky energy rotated, and thousands of shouts of "Good luck to the world" came from it, driving on Martin, making the power of his attack increase several times.

The big shield shattered in an instant, countless spears, swords and guns broke, the bodies of the ghost soldiers were torn apart by bullets, thunder and fire illuminated the surroundings, and the evil spirit disappeared.

Even if there are tens of thousands of Yin soldiers, they are well-equipped with swords and weapons, well-trained, and aggressive, like an unstoppable chariot, and no one can stop them.

But Martin, the lone mantis, raised his arms and blocked their wheels.

When he fired the 348th shot, the aggressive Yin soldiers had lost a quarter of their strength and could no longer maintain the encirclement.

The remaining ghost soldiers began to retreat, divided into three groups, covering each other, and the soul fire in their eye sockets was swaying.

The fear continued to spread and it no longer had the same momentum as before.

These ghosts who were temporarily pulled up had never seen a real wizard before, so they were hit hard by Martin and fell directly from the clouds of pride to the bottom of their own valley.

We are good at defense, but we don't have the courage to attack.

The three ghost kings who had been supporting the rear had never encountered such a situation. They had never seen a wizard like Martin, so they immediately became scared.

While they ordered the artillery to fire to prevent Martin from approaching, they also mobilized troops to break through the blockade of this Soul Street and leave for the world of the living.

The world is so big, why should we compete with one person?
Boom!

The ghost soldier in charge of guarding the cannon pulled out a section of spine that was still dripping with blood, poked it into the barrel, then took out a beating heart, grabbed it hard, and sprayed out flames, igniting the flesh and blood filling the bottom.

A large number of bone shells rushed into the sky, turned into countless fragments, smashed towards Martin, and sprayed out poisonous blood mist, directly covering the entire battlefield, constantly eroding the buildings and land.

“How cruel!”

Martin showed a look of disgust on his face and threw out five wooden signs with tadpole-like lightning patterns on them, which flew to five different directions.

Then he shouted loudly, pointed the musket in his hand toward the sky, and fired a bullet, illuminating the sky.

Among the five thunder cards, the Eastern Thunder Card shook suddenly!
Boom!

A loud thunderclap shook the five directions continuously. The bone shells were shattered into slag in an instant as if struck by lightning, and the falling blood mist was also torn apart.

"When the thunder command sounded, ghosts and gods thousands of miles away were startled!"

Martin spoke again, and shouted three times in a row! Each shout consumed a lot of mana in his body, but it was worth it!
This is what is called the Five Thunder Method.

In Journey to the West, Sun Wukong and the immortal Huli competed in fighting the rain and performed rituals on the altar, following this process.

However, Martin used the Five Thunder Method not to pray for rain, but to kill ghosts, so the momentum seemed even more powerful.

When a Taoist wizard uses the Five Thunder Command, he must mix external magic power with the internal energy in order to exert its power.

Of course, there is a more powerful "Three Strike Order" among the Five Thunder Orders, which is to guide one's own vitality out of the body and transform it into the might of Thunder City. It can exert the might of Heaven three times. This usage is too advanced and consumes a huge amount of energy, and the Five Thunder Orders required are not ordinary orders.

Although Martin can use it, he needs to prepare a set of rituals in advance, which is very complicated.

At this time, thunder roared!
Two blasts of the Five Thunders Order, all ghosts turn into mud and sand! Three blasts of the order, the soldiers follow the order, and the heavenly generals protect me! Four blasts of the order, all the generals show their true forms!

Rumble!
The thunder in the sky moved along with the musket in Martin's hand, and the sound of whipping was heard all around, as if a dozen invisible heavenly generals were waving golden whips and chasing the evil spirits in front of them.

In addition, Martin kept pulling the trigger, firing countless thunder and fire bullets, which immediately penetrated the formation of the Yin soldiers, turning their retreat into a rout.

With this notice, Zhang Jue was not idle either. He lowered the Yellow Sky Qi on all sides of the street, and thousands of tassels directly blocked the entire street.

All the ghosts can't leave.

The three ghost kings then realized the danger they were in, and in shock and anger, they chose to attack Martin.

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