The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 165 A Minor Compared to a Major (Happy Dragon Boat Festival)

Wang Wen followed the traces of the ghostly aura westward.

Before long, he caught up with a mountain that was not particularly majestic, but rather had a spiritual charm.

Under the discerning eye, the entire mountain resembled water at high temperatures, constantly emitting wisps of gray-black ghostly energy that gathered in mid-air to form a large patch of dark, gloomy clouds, blocking out the sunlight.

The surrounding area was bathed in dazzling, golden sunlight, but the mountain peak remained so dark that its shadow was invisible.

Wang Wen had witnessed such a scene before, in Kuaiji...

With a somber expression, he rode Black Oxen to the edge of the dark cloud, reached into the saddle, took out three sticks of incense, and with a gentle shake, lit them on their own.

He held the incense sticks in his hands, about to call upon the Heavenly Dao for tactical guidance, when suddenly a vast black mist spewed out from the forest below, transforming into a three-zhang-tall skeletal ghost king in mid-air!
"You corrupt official, how dare you bully me! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

The Skeleton King brandished its massive scythe and angrily pointed it at Wang Wen, roaring. Its cry, which sounded like the overlapping roars of millions of people, once again made Wang Wen feel a strong sense of unease.

Wang Wen angrily cursed, "You're the corrupt official! Your whole family are corrupt officials! What have I done to you? Did I bully your man or harass your woman? You keep calling me a corrupt official!"

Upon hearing this, the Skeleton Ghost King was even more furious than him, so angry that his intense ghostly aura almost burned up. He swung his ghostly sword and slapped his armor, making a clanging sound: "You dog official, open your dog eyes wide and take a good look at my appearance! I have become this ghostly figure all thanks to you!"

Wang Wen opened his mouth to answer, but then suddenly felt that something was not quite right. After thinking about it carefully, he asked uncertainly, "Do you have complete memories of your life before you died?"

He had read the relevant information about this ghost king. According to the deduction of the General's Office of Shouzhou, this ghost king was a vengeful ghost that had wandered over from the ten suffering prefectures of Jiangnan.

However, a vengeful ghost is a monster that crawls out from the soul of the deceased. It has little to do with the person in life, if not completely.

The ultimate form of a vengeful ghost, the Ghost King, is nothing less than a collection of endless resentment and malevolence. In terms of composition, the Ghost King is more like a brand new monster composed of countless fragments of broken souls... This is like randomly selecting a hundred or so pieces of pork from hundreds of stalls in a farmers' market and piecing them together to form a complete pig. If this pig were to gain intelligence, which pig would it be the reincarnation of?
Neither of them.

It will only think of itself as a completely new pig!
But the way this ghost king spoke clearly suggested that he possessed complete logic, and that he still harbored strong resentment towards his past life.

This is quite unbelievable!
"You all want to die so that there's no way to prove it!"

The Skeleton King let out a shrill laugh, his dark eyes brimming with crimson tears: "Don't even think about it! I've meticulously recorded your crimes on my bones, one by one. Even if you fall into the eighteenth level of hell, I will still file a complaint against you with the King of Hell!"

Wang Wen slowly put down the three sticks of incense in his hand. He pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment before calmly saying, "I don't know how much you know. I am a demon-suppressing guard from Yangzhou. I exposed the White Lotus Sect's Ten Perfect Heaven-Mending Formation. I also went to the final battle at Huangshan. My brothers and I risked our lives several times to break the White Lotus Sect's conspiracy and protect your lives."

“I am saddened and sympathetic to what you have gone through, but if you insist on blaming us for your misfortune…”

"I don't recognize it!"

As the Skeleton King listened to his account, his mournful laughter gradually turned ferocious, and the air seemed to echo with the angry shouts and curses of millions: "You don't admit it? Hahaha...you don't admit it?"

It suddenly raised its demon-headed broadsword and slashed at Wang Wen from a distance, roaring fiercely, "Go ahead and tell them!"

A torrent of ghostly energy surged from its body, like a mighty river cascading down, transforming in mid-air into thousands upon thousands of disheveled, distorted, vengeful ghosts and demons, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at Wang Wen.

Blocking out the sky!

Wang Wen glanced deeply at these twisted and ferocious faces, then gently lowered his eyelids.

The next second, a powerful burst of crimson lightning erupted from his body, shooting straight into the oncoming tide of vengeful spirits and ghosts like a laser beam.

"Thorn..."

Countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts were transformed into wisps of ghostly energy by his attack, drifting beneath the dark clouds before returning to the body of the Skeleton Ghost King.

The next second, a "clang" was heard.

A sword and a spear clashed violently at the intersection of the surging tide of vengeful spirits and the golden lightning, revealing the figures of Wang Wen and the Skeleton Ghost King.

"Get off!"

Wang Wen's face flushed red. He drew his gun and slammed it down again. The sound of the Dawnbreaker gun piercing the air was muffled, like an explosion.

The Skeleton King held his sword in front of him, as if to block.

But when the Dawnbreaker Spear struck, it only hit a phantom image.

Immediately afterwards, the Black Ox that Wang Wen was sitting on suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of black demonic energy that sparked everywhere, knocking the invisible Skeleton Ghost King out of the void.

But the moment that burst of demonic energy, sparks flying everywhere, hit the Skeleton King, the Skeleton King vanished again.

Seeing this, Wang Wen patted Hei Erniu on the neck, raised his gun, and shot into the air: "Go back!"

Upon hearing this, Hei Erniu turned around without hesitation and leaped away into the air...

Without his mount, Wang Wen became even more agile. His divine eyes scanned the surroundings and spotted the condensed, persistent ghostly aura chasing after Hei Erniu. Without hesitation, he swung his spear.

"Boom."

White lightning descended from the sky, striking precisely the condensed and persistent ghostly energy, once again revealing the Skeleton Ghost King, whose body was emitting green smoke.

Thunder magic is indeed effective in suppressing evil spirits, but all suppression depends on the strength of the force. A basin of water can extinguish a small fire, but it obviously cannot extinguish a large fire.

Wang Wen's rudimentary thunder magic is only good for dealing with ordinary vengeful spirits and evil ghosts; it can't deliver an instant kill against powerful ghosts of the vengeful level.

When facing a powerful ghost at the level of a Ghost King, all you can do is give it a free perm...

Although the damage from this lightning strike was not strong, its insult was extremely devastating!
The enraged Skeleton King abandoned his plan to shoot the horse first without hesitation and turned to slash at Wang Wen with his sword.

Undeterred, Wang Wenyi stepped forward with her spear, its shaft flashing with bright crimson lightning. In the blink of an eye, she thrust dozens of times, each thrust making the Skeleton Ghost King crackle and pop, forcing it to plummet from mid-air into the forest!

Unexpectedly, the moment he suppressed the Skeleton Demon King and plunged into the forest, the Skeleton Demon King burst into a wild laugh: "Hahaha... You finally fell for it, Avici Hell!"

It roared, and the surrounding scenery changed drastically in an instant, transforming from a dark mountain forest into a blood-red, ruined city littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

He stood at the crossroads, surrounded by an overwhelming horde of wronged souls and vengeful ghosts surging toward him from all directions.

Even with his divine eye, which could see through the difference between the real and the fake among these wronged souls and vengeful spirits, it was all in vain.

Because there are more real ones than fake ones!

Wang Wen frowned, raised his spear, and once again, a torrent of crimson lightning erupted from his body, enveloping him like an arrow released from a bow. He chose a direction from the horde of ghosts and monsters, and charged forward with lightning speed. All the wronged souls and vengeful spirits along the way fell in droves, like farmers cutting grass. The overwhelming horde of ghosts obscured everything in sight.

In the midst of the dazzling chaos, he had no idea how far he had sprinted or how many ghosts he had slaughtered.

But after sprinting for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he suddenly found himself back at the crossroads, surrounded by an overwhelming horde of vengeful spirits, with no sign of them thinning out.

'Something's not right...'

He said in his heart.

He wasn't surprised to rush in one direction only to return to the starting point, because this blood-red, dilapidated city was originally the ghost realm of that ghost king.

Newton had no control over the underworld, so nothing that happened there was anything surprising.

But most of the monsters he slaughtered must have been real, right?

Although he hadn't counted them carefully along the way, there must have been at least ten or twenty thousand ghosts!
Even if there are 100,000 ghosts in this ghost king's ghost realm, if 10,000 or 20,000 are lost in a short period of time, they will become scarce, right?

He was puzzled and summoned the Mountain God's Token to take a look. He saw that the number in the merit column was not much different from the number he had seen when he set off in the morning.

In other words, none of the ghosts he just slaughtered earned him any merit points!

How did it do that?

Wang Wen was somewhat shocked. Among the ghosts he saw with his divine eye, most of them were real!
He had many questions in his mind, but now was clearly not a good time to ponder them.

We can't afford to waste any more time!

Wang Wen thought to himself that the sprint he had just made had consumed most of the Crimson Palace Thunder accumulated in his body.

Once the Crimson Palace Thunder is exhausted, he will lose his greatest reliance on ghosts!

A martial artist's true energy can certainly kill some low-level ghosts.

However, true qi does not have the same restraining effect on ghosts as lightning magic. One part of the destructive power of lightning magic may require ten parts of a martial artist's true qi to achieve a similar effect.

'You forced me to do this...'

Wang Wen wielded the Dawnbreaker Spear with one hand, continuing to slaughter the vengeful spirits and ghosts around him, while his other hand formed a lightning spell, chanting incantations: 'Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits…'

Just then, a dark figure suddenly appeared to his left and silently slashed at his neck.

Wang Wen didn't hear the sound of something breaking through the air, but he felt the hairs on the back of his head stand on end. Without thinking, he crouched down and swept across the battlefield, while forcibly activating the last bit of Crimson Palace Thunder in his body, which once again erupted into a dazzling golden lightning bolt, vaporizing all the ghosts around him in the blink of an eye.

But this strike also interrupted his half-finished "tactical guidance request".

'That's overdoing the pretentious act...'

Wang Wen thought to himself, knowing that the Ghost King wasn't going to give him a chance to unleash his ultimate move.

His "tactical guidance request" must be guided by the hand seals of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method. If the hand seals are not completed, the heavenly thunder cannot be activated. If the heavenly thunder cannot be activated, how can the Heavenly Lord give him an amplification cheat?
In a moment of clarity, he suddenly remembered a power that he had long overlooked.

Without much hesitation, he immediately thrust his Dawnbreaker Spear, detonating the Crimson Palace Lightning that enveloped him. Then, a dark golden light surged from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, transforming into his true form as the God of Huangshan.

Then, the true form of the Huangshan God waved his sleeves and said softly, "Break!"

In an instant, a vast magical power swept out with the sleeve of the Huangshan God, causing the entire blood-red city to shake violently and the sky to turn upside down.

"boom……"

With a loud bang, the blood-red, ruined city vanished in large swaths, like a beautiful painting being burned by fire, revealing the dark forests beneath.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Wen returned to the dark mountain forest, where the ferocious skeleton ghost king stood upright two zhang away from him, staring blankly at the true form of the Huangshan God with the golden wheel of merit hanging behind his head.

Although it has no flesh or blood on its face.

But Wang Wen could still see a look of utter bewilderment on its face.

This made Wang Wen feel secretly pleased, like drinking half a bottle of ice-cold Sprite on a hot summer day... How was my performance? What score would you give it?
He has three types of energy within him...

No, there are four now!
The first is martial arts true qi, the second is the power of thunder magic, the third is the power of ghost magic, and the fourth is the power of calamity.

He used the first two types of energy the most.

Because these two energies are powerful and violent enough, using them gives you a satisfying feeling of every punch landing and every cut drawing blood.

Most of the time, these two energies are enough for him to fight off enemies.

However, the power of ghost magic is neither as strong as the former two, nor is it violent enough, and its use is subject to many limitations...

This was the first time he had used his demonic powers to fight an enemy, and their power far exceeded his expectations.

Of course, he also understood that the reason he was able to achieve such results was largely due to the blessing of the Huangshan God.

Otherwise, relying solely on his ghostly magic power, he would never be able to break through the ghost king's ghost realm.

You should know that a Ghost King-level ghost is the strongest ghost below a Ghost Immortal!
Under the bewildered gaze of the Skeleton Ghost King, the true form of the Huangshan God turned his face expressionlessly, looked down at it, and slowly raised his slender, white right hand, pointing at it...

But just as the God of Huangshan was about to use a divine decree to kill the Skeleton Ghost King, the Skeleton Ghost King suddenly knelt down with a "thud," slamming his head heavily on the ground, and wailed hoarsely, "God of Huangshan, you must do justice for this humble subject!"

Wang Wen: ? ? ?
no……

Dude, why are you crying wolf?
How am I supposed to kill him now?
"Mountain God, our Hongzhou is in such a terrible state..."

As the Skeleton Ghost King howled, streams of ghostly energy flowed from its body, transforming into one disheveled ghostly figure after another. Just like the Skeleton Ghost King, these figures knelt on the ground facing the true form of the Huangshan God, weeping softly.

In an instant, the dark mountain forest was filled with countless ghostly figures kneeling, stretching from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain. Looking around, there were probably no fewer than 100,000 of them!
The sobbing cries, like the mountain wind, rose straight to the heavens...

(End of this chapter)