The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 164 Unity is strength
The fire leaped up to the treetops, and thick smoke churned the white mist in the mountains.

A sharp screech came from the mountains, stirring up billowing white mist that transformed into a chilling gale, surging down like an avalanche. In the blink of an eye, it formed a cloud wave as high as a seven or eight-story building in front of the group of Demon-Suppressing Guards from the General's Mansion at the foot of the mountain...

Wang Wen opened his Dharma Eye and glanced at the surging demonic and yin energy in the white mist. He then raised his fist high, his five fingers spread.

Upon seeing this, the many Demon-Suppressing Guards from the General's Mansion lined up behind him quickly changed formation.

The entire Demon-Suppressing Guard formation of the General's Mansion shifted from even-numbered rows to odd-numbered rows, clearing a path for the archers to retreat swiftly. Then, the first three rows of Demon-Suppressing Guards, who had re-established their square formation, stepped forward, removed their iron-clad shields from their backs, and crouched down to stack them. One of them stepped forward, bracing his shoulder and elbow against his colleague in front of him, while simultaneously acting as a human ladder to provide solid support for his comrade holding the shield above him.

At the same time, the two flanks of the square formation rapidly contracted inwards, and the neat square formation instantly transformed into a defensive circular formation.

These three ranks of soldiers were selected from the 2500 officers and soldiers of the General's Mansion. They were all burly, strong men with big arms and thick waists, and each of them was a big eater who could eat three catties of grain in one meal!

In the instant that the flames at the foot of the mountain were engulfed by the clouds and swept in with overwhelming force, the two rows of soldiers holding shields slapped their hands together on the underside of their shields. In that spot, a slightly protruding steel nail pierced their palms.

"Duh!"

They roared in unison, and the ordinary iron shields in their hands lit up with a dazzling flame. The flames from the four hundred or so four-foot-high iron shields merged into one, forming an energy wall resembling a fire wall, blocking the outermost edge of the circular formation.

At the center of the circular formation, over a hundred Taoist priests, protected by two thousand demon-suppressing guards, simultaneously activated a yellow talisman facing the sky: "Hoo!"

Hundreds of yellow talismans, like the four hundred square shields, formed a continuous line above the circular array, shining with a firelight even brighter than that of the four hundred square shields. They merged with the firelight emanating from the four hundred square shields to form a fiery red energy shield shaped like an inverted bowl, enveloping all the Demon-Suppressing Guards of the General's Mansion.

In the blink of an eye, a fiery red energy shield resembling an inverted bowl rose up in the blink of an eye.

The next second, the raging cloud waves crashed violently against the fiery red energy shield.

The many demon-suppressing guards within the circular formation only heard a violent howling wind resounding from all directions. In an instant, everything outside the fiery red energy wall was shrouded in a thick white fog, causing the fiery red energy wall to shake violently and flicker like a bonfire in a gale...

Then, the white fog quickly dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

"blocked?"

The burly men in the front row, feeling the pressure disappear on their shoulders, peered out through the gaps in their shields with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. They seemed to find it hard to believe that such a large-scale attack by the enemy had been so easily held back by them.

The feeling was like a thousand troops galloping towards them, and they rode forward with the determination to fight to the death, only to crash into a mirage.

Even the Xuanmen cultivators at the center of the circular array were utterly bewildered, exchanging bewildered glances: 'That's it?'

The Demon Suppression Guards don't know their stuff; these are professionals!
The cloud wave just now was a vicious miasma formed by demonic energy and evil energy connecting with the earth's vein energy. It is extremely polluting to people's blood and spirit. If an ordinary person is swept by this miasma, they will die in the blink of an eye, and there will be no trace of injury on their body. It is not a mountain-protecting formation, but it is better than a mountain-protecting formation!
Even with their strength, they would have to temporarily avoid a direct confrontation if they didn't rely on the power of the formation.

But this time, they only used a tiny bit of their magical power, plus a few Bing Fire talismans they casually drew in their spare time to cultivate their minds, and easily withstood this wave of vicious miasma.
Some people suspected that this might be a trick by the old fox spirit in the mountain to deplete their magical power and reserves.

However, when they looked towards Tushan, they found that the thick fog that had been shrouding the mountains had mostly dissipated, and they could now see the outline of the entire mountain forest at a glance.

'That's it? ’

That's it!

This was the first time these Xuanmen cultivators had witnessed the power of unity.

It was also the first time that the Demon-Suppressing Guards of the General's Mansion had the thought "we can win" when faced with such a mighty force that seemed to be the power of heaven and earth.

This is perhaps the meaning of long-distance training!
As the surging white mist dissipated, Wang Wen's tall, golden figure was once again revealed to all the Demon-Suppressing Guards of the General's Mansion.

He tilted his head back, looking at the extinguished flames at the foot of the mountain and the thick fog that had shrunk considerably, with a half-smile. He raised his left hand again and shouted, "Archers, prepare the fire arrows!"

The circular formation quickly disintegrated, and the archers who had just retreated back into the formation stepped forward once more, lit their fire arrows, and prepared to fire.

Wang Wen: "Target: Forest ahead, 100 paces, one volley!"

"Squeak."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

"Squeak."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Five rows of archers took turns stepping forward, drawing their bows and launching their arrows.

Four or five hundred rockets fell into the forest where the fire had just been extinguished, reigniting a small, flickering flame.

Wang Wen also used the same trick, using his own Bing Fire energy to fuel the flames, and the scattered sparks once again merged into one.

He chuckled and withdrew his hand, waiting for the old fox on the mountain to respond... You wanted to wear me down? Well, I'll wear you down today and see if your demonic energy reserves are more abundant, or my arrow and talisman reserves are!
This was actually the first time he had experienced the advantage of having a large number of people in a demon case.

If he were to come alone, while he wouldn't be able to overcome the vicious miasma covering the mountain, it would inevitably consume a large portion of his energy, thus affecting his duel with that old fox spirit. He might even have to use his merit points to fight for her...

Home advantage is so tricky; it's almost impossible to solve.

Just like the combat power he can exert within Huangshan is at least one level higher than his true combat power!

Unless someone can deliver a precise, overwhelming blow to him.

Otherwise, even sending an army of 100,000 or 200,000 would only be sending him food...

The fire quickly rose to the height of a seven- or eight-story building, spreading from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountainside.

This time, however, the thick fog that was billowing down from the mountains did not sweep down; instead, it contracted violently toward the mountain peaks.

Clearly, the old fox spirit on the mountain had seen through the situation and realized that repeating the same trick would only waste their demonic energy and would not serve any positive purpose!

So, it now only has two choices left. Either abandon Tushan and strategically relocate.

Either come down the mountain and fight Wang Wenshu to the death!
Wang Wenhao leisurely toyed with the Dawnbreaker Spear, muttering to himself, "Let me guess, what would you choose?"

After breaking through that old fox's home-field advantage, the initiative had fallen into his hands.

Whether that old fox spirit fights or flees makes no difference to him!
After a brief, crackling truce, two streams of black smoke suddenly erupted from the mountaintop, hurtling towards Wang Wen, who stood alone at the front of the battle.

Wang Wen stared in astonishment at the two black wisps approaching, then laughed loudly and yanked the reins, leaping up onto the ground as he mounted Black Ox Two: "You old beast, I accept your generous gift!"

His discerning eye remained open.

So the instant the two streams of black energy surged out, he could tell that one was demonic energy and the other was ghostly energy!

Wang Wen couldn't think of anyone else who could arrive at Tushan overnight to provide support and possess such a high level of ghostly energy, except for the Ghost King of Bagong Mountain!
It was midday, the hottest time of day, yet this ghostly creature, like that old fox spirit, could unleash a torrent of ghostly energy without being affected, demonstrating its formidable power!

Wang Wen estimated that this vengeful ghost was even more ferocious than the several ancient ghosts he had seen in front of Ji Xin's City God Hall that night!
It is even highly likely that he has already taken that crucial step and become the supreme Ghost King!

No wonder he waited all night in the main hall of the Demon Suppression Bureau in Haozhou without seeing any movement from that old fox spirit; it turns out she went to ask for help...

"You corrupt official, prepare to die!"

The ghostly aura rushed forward before the demonic aura, revealing a ferocious skeleton ghost king that was three zhang tall, wearing golden and black armor, and with a mouth full of fangs. It wielded a rusty guillotine shaped like a door panel and slashed at Wang Wen. Its cry sounded like a thousand wails overlapping, and the sound could be heard for more than a hundred miles.

"clang!"

Using the momentum of Hei Erniu's charge, Wang Wen thrust his spear upwards, deflecting the rusty guillotine. Then, he rammed his heel into the bull's shoulder. Hei Erniu, understanding the attack, let out a loud moo and leaped up again, carrying Wang Wen as he charged forward. With a flick of his spear, he unleashed a dazzling display of spear flowers, suppressing the demon king: "You're the corrupt official! Your whole family are corrupt officials!"

"Choo Choo Choo……"

Amidst a sharp gunshot, the ferocious skeleton ghost king, which had stood like an iron tower blocking Wang Wen's path just a moment before, vanished into thin air the instant the gunfire exploded.

The next second, Wang Wen heard a thunderous gust of wind behind his head.

At the same time, a pink halo spread out before his eyes, transforming into a debauched scene of wine, women, and carnal pleasures, stirring his mind.

"Don't talk about martial ethics!"

Wang Wen roared in fury, and a thick, liquid-like golden lightning suddenly erupted from his body, instantly enveloping the two black clouds surrounding him.

Then a series of crackling sounds, like frying dough sticks, were heard. The hideous Skeleton Ghost King, its ghostly aura completely gone and its body emitting blue smoke, emerged from the golden lightning.

In another direction, a large blue fox, as big as a calf, swayed its three bushy tails and charged out of the golden lightning on all fours, recklessly rushing towards the thick smoke-filled forest below.

But just as most of the fox emerged from the golden lightning, a large hand grabbed one of its tails and, amidst its terrified squeaks, forcefully pulled it back into the golden lightning.

Then, amidst the golden lightning, came the sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh, interspersed with a few tearing sounds like ripping cloth, and the old fox spirit's terrified wails: "This old servant knows her mistake, this old servant knows her mistake, General, please give me a chance, please give me a chance..."

"To your mother!"

Wang Wen's furious roar interrupted her wails, followed by an increasingly rapid series of "thud, thud" sounds as sharp blades pierced through flesh.

Even without seeing the scene within the lightning and thunder, the Demon-Suppressing Guards of the General's Mansion and the monsters and beasts of Tushan, who were fighting fiercely at the foot of the mountain, could imagine, just from that sound, Wang Wen, looking ferocious, grabbing the base of the green fox's tail with one hand and wildly stabbing the green fox's body with the other hand holding a steel spear...

"How cruel!"

A gray fox spirit the size of a wolfhound stared uncontrollably at the ball of golden lightning that resembled the sun, its teeth chattering as it gasped in surprise.

"You're cruel, you motherfucker!"

Taking advantage of the moment, Xie Zhixuan darted forward and pierced its heart with his sword, sending it soaring high in the sweltering summer heat!
"you……"

The gray-haired spirit stared blankly at the blood gushing from its chest. The last image in its mind was of itself as a naive little fox, running in the sunset.

"Thorn."

Xie Zhixuan withdrew his longsword, leaped up, quickly scanned the area, and then used his Thousand-Pound Drop technique to jump towards Xu Wu and the others who were wildly slashing at a large gray wolf as big as a calf.

Just then, a series of hysterical screams of "Ahhh!" were heard, and a reddish-blue fox, covered in blood and bald, with no ears or tail, rushed out of the golden lightning.

The next second, a gleaming silver spear suddenly shot out from the golden lightning, instantly catching up with it and accurately piercing its exposed anus, emerging from its chest, and then suddenly thickening...

The blue-red fox immediately lost its strength and fell straight to the ground.

Halfway down, it suddenly rose into the air, tracing a smooth arc in mid-air before flying into the hand of Wang Wen, who emerged from the center of the golden lightning.

He caught the Dawnbreaker gun, glancing at the fox fur stripe on it with slight disdain: "You're not clean anymore!"

The Dawn Spear curved its tip, its cold gleam pointing at Wang Wen: "Zhong Deng, look me straight in the eye and say it again!"

Wang Wen scoffed, casually twirled his spear, and tossed the fox-tailed twig hanging from it behind the Demon-Suppressing Guard formation of the General's Mansion. He then quickly glanced at the battlefield below, seeing a group of Demon-Suppressing Guards, aided by a hundred or so Xuanmen cultivators, fighting the lesser demons and ghosts to a standstill. He then looked in the direction where the Skeleton Ghost King had disappeared.

Under the discerning eye, the traces left by the ghostly aura in the air were even more obvious than the head-up display on a car at night.

"You think you can escape, you idiot!"

He pulled on the reins, turned the bull's head, and squeezed its belly: "Chase after it! Kill that old devil, and I'll give you an extra chicken leg tonight!"

Upon hearing this, Hei Erniu's four hooves immediately created afterimages.

(End of this chapter)