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Chapter 341 You Picked the Wrong Opponent (Please subscribe, read, and comment on the monthly ticket)
While the Justice League is racking its brains over how to find Martin, Martin is also facing a trouble.

Unlike Barbara, who knew nothing about the occult, Martin immediately felt the breath of ghosts and gods, coming from the underworld and swallowing a part of the human world directly into its stomach.

He indeed did not expect the other party to take action at this time, and the tree demon had been completely destroyed.

The other party did not take action at that time, but chose to appear after his subordinates were killed. Not to mention the greatly increased danger, why did the other party think it could kill me?

This thought popped into Martin's mind, and he did not resist at all. He just pushed Barbara out and let himself be swallowed by the ghost power from the underworld.

With the protection of the black robe, Barbara's safety will not be a problem!

Martin is very familiar with the props in his hands and knows their value.

Although those things, no matter how special they are, are not as useful as Martin himself, they are still useful enough for ordinary people.

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The ghosts and gods from the underworld shut their mouths.

The deep darkness instantly covered the sky, and then fell down with a splash, like black paint dripping down the wall.

At first, the darkness, as thick as paint, could not cover everything. There were always some gaps, allowing things in the world to shine through the sunlight onto Martin.

But when the ghosts and gods in the underworld completely closed their mouths, they were finally completely occupied by the gloomy darkness. Then the darkness began to shrink and rotate inward, forming a passage to the underworld.

Martin had no place to stand in it and could only float around with the falling negative energy.

"Soul, soul, soul, soul..."

There were gusts of cold wind and the sound of ghosts and gods capturing souls.

The sound was extremely mournful, as if it was someone crying blood before death. It was in line with the laws of the underworld, causing the rolling Yin energy to transform into a pair of sharp claws, which fell on Martin, trying to pull his soul directly out of his body.

"If you want to capture my soul, this little magic is not enough."

Martin laughed loudly, his soul was shaken, and magic power burst out of his body, roaring like a huge bell, directly shaking away the ghost claws on the mountain and even tearing apart the surrounding yin energy.

The soul and the body merged into one, making Martin look like a human figure made of colorful glass, emitting a tiny light. Wherever he passed, the negative energy and resentment instantly melted away like ice and snow.

"I have never traveled to the underworld!"

Then Zhang Jue's voice rang in Martin's ears, and he looked at the passage to the underworld through the spirit-hosting body.

Although myths and legends about the underworld existed as early as the Yao, Shun and Yu periods, until the Han Dynasty, some dignitaries still pursued ascending to heaven and becoming immortals after death rather than exercising power and authority in the underworld.

The so-called four sacred beasts, the evil-repelling beast, and the pixiu are tomb guardian beasts placed around tombs. Their purpose is to protect the tomb owner so that he can escape from his mortal body and his soul can fly to heaven.

This is also the earliest origin of corpse transformation.

However, this method of becoming an immortal is too horrifying. Watching a corpse rot and become infested with worms, then slowly disintegrate into a pile of bones emitting a foul smell is too shocking to the cognition of the living.

Therefore, the nobles began to look for other ways to become immortals.

The peasants no longer fantasized about going to heaven after death, but began to imagine what the underworld looked like, hoping to become ghosts and gods after death to avenge their hatred in life.

However, by the time the legends about the underworld became more fulfilled, the Han Dynasty court had already turned to dust. The Taiping Dao was more focused on pursuing a peaceful world where the people could become gods, so it naturally would not pursue the things about the underworld.

After that, the Yellow Turban Army declined, and the Yellow Sky Era became a thing of the past in the annals of history. Zhang Jue, the great and virtuous teacher, also wandered outside the annals of history with his lost ideals until he was called by Martin.

He had been sleeping for who knows how many years, so naturally he had no idea about the situation in the underworld.

"I have been in and out of the Yintu of different worlds several times, whether it is the Eighteen Layers of Hell, or the Ghost Kingdom of Mount Tai, or the Yintu of Fuli. Although the scenery is different, it is just a piece of land under the Emperor of Heaven. Even if it is feared and worshipped by the world, it does not have what the world expects."

The wind from the netherworld blew on Martin, bringing with it a feeling of resentment and hatred, trying to transform his body into that of a ghost, but all of it was blocked by the light given off by his soul. It can be said that he was "immune to the netherworld's magic".

Seeing that Martin was at ease, Zhang Jue did not show up, but just talked to him through his mind:

"There are many poor people under the sky, who suffer from the pain of facing the loess and the sun every day. They look around and see no hope for life. They can only place their hopes on the distant sky."

"It's a pity that the vast heavens cannot heal all the pain in the world. Even if a Heavenly Emperor descends to the mortal world, no one can be sure where he will stand."

Zhang Jue firmly believed that the era of Huangtian would eventually come, but his attitude towards the so-called "Zhonghuang Taiyi" was ambiguous. The path advocated by Taiping Dao had the ultimate goal of becoming a god-man, rather than a celestial god or a free and easy immortal.

"If you want a peaceful world, you still have to work hard in the human world. No matter the distant sky, the underworld, or the distant country praised by countless legends, none of them can solve the sufferings of the human world."

Zhang Jue was in high spirits and began to talk about the scriptures of the Taiping Dao. He spoke very logically and generated wisps of yellow sky energy which penetrated his mind and fell on Martin, blessing his soul and body.

Martin looked into the endless passage and saw only the cold wind that kept blowing. The ghosts and gods that dragged him to the underworld were reluctant to show up, so he felt very bored and started to discuss the scriptures of the Taiping Dao with Zhang Jue.

The Yellow Turban Army has disappeared, and the Yellow Sky that once tore apart the sky has been abandoned in a corner of history where no one cares. Zhang Jue, the great and wise teacher, is now left with only a thought.

But human consciousness is so magical. When Martin and Zhang Jue began to discuss, their thoughts turned into language that collided and merged with each other. The ancient and incomplete yellow sky also burst out with sparks, which were small but full of vitality.

Such changes seem insignificant to Martin and Zhang Jue, but God is God after all. Even if it is abandoned in the corner of history, a tiny movement can cause quite a stir.

The Yellow Sky Energy released rays of light through Martin's soul. Wherever it passed, the pain, anger, and unwillingness of the ghosts caught in the cold wind all disappeared, and they were then lost in the cold wind.

There is no place for the underworld in the Taiping Dao. People may fall into the underworld after death, but there is absolutely no such thing as reincarnation.

Didn't they suffer enough in this lifetime? They have to go through reincarnation and continue to suffer for generations.

In short, as Martin and Zhang Jue debated, the passage to the underworld became chaotic without the yellow sky energy, and the ghosts hiding in the yin energy were pulled out one by one, and then disappeared willingly or unwillingly.

The ghost who dragged Martin to the underworld could no longer bear it when he saw this scene and jumped out from behind the scenes.

The originally long passage was suddenly flattened by some force, and the ghosts or other things in the passage were also compressed into flat sheets along with the space, and Martin was no exception.

He stopped talking to Zhang Jue and became thinner than paper, like a bookmark that slipped from the pages of a book and floated in the yin air.

Soon, the Yin Qi shrank to a certain point, forming a hole-like space. Dark red tentacles squeezed out from that point. It was unknown how long they were. They were covered with slippery mucus and covered with suction cups. As they shrank and retracted, the eyes hidden in the middle of the suction cups were exposed. The tentacles opened, and all the eyes stared at Martin, who had turned into a piece of paper. These eyes rolled around and observed Martin's movements from various directions.

From top to bottom, from left to right, these eyes carefully examined every part of Martin's body, trying to find out whether he was hiding something by being crushed into a piece of paper.

In this special space, time seemed to have lost its meaning. The eyes on the tentacles stared at Martin for an unknown period of time. Finally, they retracted into the suction cups without any response.

When the eyes retracted, the tentacles that continuously secreted mucus began to move, surrounding Martin, who had turned into a piece of paper, from all directions, entangled his hands, feet and head, and carefully lifted him up.

Although Martin had turned into a thin piece of paper, the owners of these tentacles did not relax their vigilance and still held his limbs and head tightly.

As long as there was any unusual movement, the owner of the tentacles would tear Martin to pieces without hesitation.

"I have lived for so many years, but I have never seen such a powerful Taoist priest! Now the world has changed drastically, even the gods have left the world, how did you, a Taoist priest, get such abundant magical power?"

A sharp voice came from the point where the tentacle emerged, full of desire for Martin and greed for his magic power.

The era of mystery has passed. The gods, demons and monsters that once covered the nine heavens and ten earths have now become just shadows in the legend.

Whether it is practitioners in the human world or ghosts and gods in the underworld who want to find a way to become immortals, it is even more difficult than for mortals to ascend to heaven.

At least now, spacecraft have been built that can fly into space, and the path to immortality that practitioners and ghosts and gods hope for can be said to have been completely cut off.

In this situation, the ghosts and gods who originally just wanted to take advantage of the situation and find a few lone monks to have a bite to eat suddenly saw Martin.

It's like someone eating steamed buns and pickles suddenly sees a table full of delicious Chinese food. Of course, he will rush over and want to swallow it all in one gulp.

"It's a pity that you have found the wrong person. I am not a cow or sheep waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping block. I am a lion or tiger that wants to eat people!"

Martin opened his eyes immediately, and his flattened body swelled up like an inflated balloon.

Burning body divine blessing!

Puffs of green smoke came out of Martin's body and he began to rise upwards, calling on Huang Tian for blessings to increase his strength.

Soon the rising yellow smoke was blocked back. After all, this was still the land of the underworld, and it was not easy for the yellow smoke to fly out.

But Martin did not give up. Since he couldn't go up, he turned towards Zhang Jiao in his body. The yellow smoke suddenly shrank and poured into his brain through his seven orifices. Then it turned into incense and was sucked away by Zhang Jiao.

The next moment, the Yellow Sky Energy surged out of Martin's brain and transformed into a sun-like ring, which moved slowly and cut through the space, and countless yellow smoke fell.

The tentacles of the octopus monster suddenly tightened.

"You despicable Taoist priest, you are so bold that you actually pretend to be dead to deceive me!"

"Ah!"

Martin smiled softly and did not dodge, allowing the monster to pull his body a little bit with all its strength.

After pulling hard for a while, Martin was covered with slime, but the octopus monster didn't achieve any results. It retracted its tentacles without hesitation and tried to escape.

The underworld is very big. As long as you run fast enough, you can be free. No matter where that Taoist priest comes from, he will never find you again.

"I'm really confused. Are octopuses popular these days? Why do all monsters look like this?"

Martin turned his hands into claws, and his armored hands directly tore open the monster's skin and grabbed his squirming insides.

"Thunder Lord, help me!"

With a loud shout, the Huang Tian Qi rioted and was driven by the thunder method to transform into silver thunder. Like a swimming dragon, it swam along Martin's arms, into the monster's body, and began to wreak havoc.

Two divine dragons transformed from thunder flipped and circled, and wherever they passed, the muscles were roasted into charcoal.

They bit it madly, and couldn't resist their curiosity and wanted to have a bite of anything they saw, so they hollowed out a section of the monster's two tentacles.

The eyes hidden in the suction cups were also struck by the thunder and exploded one by one like fireworks.

But this time, what flew out of the explosion was blood and flesh, rather than dazzling colorful fireworks.

Then, Martin took out his rifle again, silently chanting the Great Sage Tiangang Mantra, magic power and Huangtian energy poured into the gun, and then he pulled the trigger.

boom!
The sound is like thunder and the light is like the scorching sun.

The bullet mixed with gunpowder flew out of the gun barrel. After being added by the law and the Huangtian Qi, its power was quadrupled. It hit the tentacle that had been bitten before and exploded with a loud bang. Pieces of debris flew all over the sky, crackling and falling into the Yin Qi, disappearing.

"My goodness!"

This time, the owner of the tentacle really wailed loudly, but facing Martin's musket, he had no power to fight back. One of his tentacle was broken, fell into the crack of the underworld, and then disappeared.

"Don't howl, I know you're in pain now. But don't be impatient, it will soon become more painful than it is now."

While Martin was speaking, he loaded the musket with gunpowder and bullets, then he aimed at the monster's other tentacle and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Another thunder-like sound was heard, and the monster's tentacles fell. Then the ghost wailed loudly and quickly retracted all the tentacles without leaving any trace.

"You didn't get any benefits, so you just want to have sex?"

Martin was not afraid at all. These so-called ghosts and gods chased after him when they saw him running away.

The energy of Huang Tian turned into clouds under his feet, helping him move forward, tearing apart the heavy clouds and knocking over the strange creatures in them.

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