The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Three hundred shots?

Wang Wen charged forward with his gun, but Qing Yiran, undaunted, laughed loudly and charged forward, saying, "No problem!"

Wang Wen twisted his spear and thrust it forward, the snow-white tassel bursting open like a beautiful snow lotus.

Qing threw a jab, meeting the spearhead head-on without dodging or avoiding.

"Go!"

Wang Wen gripped the silver spear with both hands with effortless ease, the spear moving like a spirited snake flicking its tongue, the tip grazing Qing's thick arm before piercing Qing's throat with pinpoint accuracy.

"Ding."

A crisp metallic clang rang out, and Qing raised his head, taking the blow from Wang Wen with his throat, without even breaking a scratch.

Wang Wen was not surprised by the result at all. The moment the spear pierced Qing's throat, the silver spear in his hand spun out of his hand, and a fierce golden lightning burst out at Qing's throat.

"Boom."

The immense force sent the unsuspecting Qing flying backward, spinning 360 degrees in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"You little rascal, you're playing dirty tricks!"

Enraged, he roared and leaped into the air, his hands unleashing ten black fingernails that resembled daggers, his body surging with corpse energy.

That body, with its viscous, asphalt-like aura of death, swept over the surrounding vegetation, causing the evergreen plants to wither, decay, and rot in an instant.

Wang Wen caught a glimpse of the vegetation out of the corner of his eye, and alarm bells rang in his heart. Without thinking, he released the surging Bing Fire Qi within his body, which transformed into a raging flame that merged with the bright red Qilin Fire of the black Qilin beneath him, protecting them from the corrosive corpse energy.

At the same time, he gripped the eighteen-foot silver spear with both hands and swung it forcefully from bottom to top. The front half of the spear suddenly thickened the moment it was swung out, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed from a handsome white-tasseled silver spear into a clumsy and heavy iron rod.

"Ah, da da..."

"Bang!"

As Qing roared and pounced forward, he was instantly hit squarely on the head with a home run, which sent him spinning 360 degrees in mid-air and flying backward.

This time, however, Wang Wen did not give it another chance to get up. Instead, he yanked the reins and urged the black oxen to chase after it with all their might. The silver spear in his hand exploded into a dazzling display of spear flowers, covering the entire body of the black oxen at a terrifying speed of more than twenty shots per second.

It extends to the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Go down to the Lower Yin Valley Gate.

He examined every part of his body that he thought might be a vital spot.

But as it turns out, the zombie body is not the same as the body of a martial artist, and it does not have the flaws that are commonly thought to exist. The silver spear that he thrust out with all his might could not even pierce Qing's eyelids. Instead, it made his hands numb and he could hardly hold the spear!
Worse still, his hundreds of shots, though not particularly harmful, were extremely insulting and thoroughly enraged Qing.

"Roar……"

It bared its snow-white fangs and roared, its eyes turning crimson. Its powerful, iron-like body swelled rapidly amidst the terrifying corpse aura that resembled wolf smoke. In the blink of an eye, it grew from nine feet tall to eight or nine feet tall. Its head burst out of the treetops, and bone spurs sprouted from every joint. In an instant, the corpse aura spread and enveloped the entire mountain, turning it into a dark, desolate, and foul-smelling wasteland!

This shouldn't be called corpse energy anymore; it should be called demonic energy!

"Disgusting worms!"

It lowered its head, its two blood-red, lantern-like eyes searching for Wang Wen's figure among the decaying trees, and roared with a ferocious expression, "Even if you are truly the chosen one, I will still crush you today!"

Below in the forest, Wang Wen looked up at the terrifying behemoth with a chill running down his spine, his heart pounding like a drumbeat.

"Damn, this is really going to be hilarious!"

He muttered to himself, a chill running down his spine, while sweat uncontrollably beaded on his back and soles of his feet, and he even felt a slight urge to urinate.

But as his body trembled with fear, his cheeks and eyes slowly turned red...

You should leave now.

He gritted his teeth, patted the unicorn's back, and leaped into the air.

Hei Erniu felt a sudden lightness on his body, looked up in horror, and cried out anxiously, "Master..."

Without turning his head, Wang Wen roared, "Let's go!"

As he spoke, he also released the control over his own power. The seven energies of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, and thunder converged into a rainbow-like cloud of energy, tearing apart the thick demonic energy that shrouded the mountains and forests and soaring into the sky.

Seeing this, Qing, who was searching for him, did not hesitate to throw a punch down on his head. The fist, the size of a water tank, tore through the air and exploded with a terrifying muffled sonic boom.

"The Awakening of Insects, the Flying Dragon Soars in the Sky!"

Wang Wen roared angrily, and with a thunderous sound, he became one with his spear, transforming into a golden meteor as he charged towards the dark, bone-spiky fist.

"Boom!"

The dark, terrifying fist shattered the golden meteor with a single punch, and the dissipated energy rippled through the air, cleaving dozens of large trees in half and tearing apart a vast expanse of dark, gloomy demonic energy.

Amidst the dazzling light, Wang Wen, his clothes torn and blood gushing from his mouth and nose, carrying a silver spear bent like a bow, tumbled diagonally into the forest. He crashed into five trees as thick as an adult's waist before finally landing on a large tree and sliding down the trunk to the ground.

"tui..."

He leaned on his silver spear and gasped for breath, then spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. He looked up at the terrifying figure striding closer, his scarlet eyes growing even more arrogant.

"Didn't you have lunch?"

He leaped up again, his aura not weakened at all, but even more fierce: "This little bit of strength can't kill me!"

Qing remained silent, but instead drew his hands into a bow, and his heavy fists, as heavy as mountains pressing down, fell like raindrops.

Wang Wen stared intently at its two fists, dodging its punches by leaping and bounding, while occasionally retaliating with his gun.

Flames and thunder danced together, spiraling spear energy and ninefold spear energy flew side by side, shearing off large patches of hair that fell down in a rustling sound...

The more Qing fought, the more agitated and frightened it became. Each punch it threw was faster and heavier than the last, and it would occasionally spit out a foul breath, but it just couldn't get rid of this seemingly easy-to-handle little bug.

That feeling was like punching a piece of stubborn iron!
This filled it with the same shock that Wang Wen had felt earlier: 'Is this the level of spiritual energy that can be achieved after three and a half years of revival?'

Stop making trouble!

It's a worldly corpse!
Even Zhang Daoling wasn't as monstrous as this kid back in the day!

Thinking of this, it began to hesitate, and while fighting, it would stealthily glance around with the corner of its eye, fearing that a meteorite might fall from the sky and "coincidentally" land on its head.

It saw it with its own eyes... When was it again?

Oh, by the way, later generations called that period the late Western Han Dynasty.

Wang Wen, however, grew more energetic and fluent with each fight. It's true that he had rarely engaged in combat in the past year.

It's true that he spends far more time on official duties than on practicing martial arts.

But he never once stopped developing and utilizing his own strength...

For example, the move "Awakening of Insects, Flying Dragon in the Sky" was inspired by the thunderous power cultivation method of the "Nine Tribulations Returning to Origin Body". It was created by taking the life force of all things sprouting and soaring into the sky at the time of Awakening of Insects and integrating it into his own martial arts.

He has been practicing, but he is struggling to find a worthy opponent to test his ideas and inspirations.

Today, he has it!

Under the terrifying threat of Qing Ke's penetrating power, he had to be on high alert, racking his brains to combine all the knowledge he had learned in his life and perform exceptionally well!

In a sense, Qing was indeed forging iron, removing the impurities from Wang Wen, this stubborn piece of iron...

However, even though he had already performed beyond his normal limits, unleashing 120%, 130%, or even 150% of his full power in combat,

But they could only barely maintain an undefeated record.

The current situation is very clear.

Although Qing couldn't defeat Wang Wen for the time being, it still held an absolute advantage.

Although Wang Wen seemed to be getting better and better at the game, he had no hope of winning whatsoever.

Because he couldn't break through Qing's defenses...

There is no solution to this!

Even in the game, as long as you can break through the defense, even if it's just a symbolic 1 point of damage, as long as your movement is skillful enough and your attack frequency can outpace the monster's health regeneration, you will always have the hope of tearing it to pieces.

But if there isn't even a symbolic "-1", then no matter how skillful the player's movement is, it's all in vain!
Wang Wen is currently facing this very predicament...

Moreover, as time went on, Wang Wen's energy waned, and his only advantage in positioning was rapidly diminishing.

Just as Wang Wen was feeling anxious and his eyes began to dart around, searching for a way to escape, he suddenly heard a deafening thunderous sound.

During the "fierce battle," Wang Wen and Qing simultaneously looked up and saw hundreds of golden lightning snakes tearing apart the sky-covering demonic energy and falling into the gloomy, sunless mountain forest.

Qingxin felt a chill: 'Damn it, they really have no sense of martial ethics?'

Wang Wen was overjoyed at the sight and shouted without hesitation, "Brother Dao, hold off this fiend for me!"

"Don't worry, junior brother!"

With his hair standing on end in fury, Zhang Tianshi leaped down, the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal above his head, brandishing a thousand-year-old peach wood sword, and pointed at Qing Yizhi from afar: "Nine Heavens Responding to the Origin of Thunder and Universal Transformation Heavenly Venerable, swiftly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of golden lightning bolts descended, enveloping Qing in a thunderous sweep.

Seeing the sky filled with thunder and lightning, Qing felt much relieved. He gazed at the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal spinning above Zhang Tianshi's head and sneered, "Even your ancestor Zhang Daoling didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of me when he was alive!"

As it spoke, it swayed its neck, letting the hundreds of lightning bolts fall on it as if it were taking a shower, and even exhaled a puff of smoke comfortably.

When Zhang Tianshi saw this scene, his heart sank...

Neither the man nor the corpse noticed that Wang Wen, who was protecting Zhang Tianshi in front of him, had somehow produced three sticks of incense. With a gentle shake, the three sticks of incense spontaneously combusted.

He held three sticks of incense in his hands, bowed respectfully to the sky twice, and chanted, "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, the Great Lord of Heaven, manifest your true power, the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation through Thunder and Lightning of the Nine Heavens... vanquish the demon!"

Damn it, you started it by bullying the weak!

Don't blame the old man for cheating!

Wang Wen: 'Sir, give me some water!'

As the words "Slay the Demon" were uttered, Wang Wen respectfully held the incense sticks and bowed again. In the instant he bent down, two lines of small red characters flashed before his eyes.

【Yin De-1668】

[Merit - 5389]

Wang Wen stared at the two lines of small characters in utter horror, a "Holy shit!" stuck in his throat, but he didn't dare to utter it.

He turned his head in shock, his heart aching as he looked at Qing opposite him, his mind a jumble of thoughts: 'This thing doesn't have three heads and six arms, so why does it deserve so much merit?'

This is the merit and good deeds he has accumulated over the past six months!

Just like that, all of his expenses were reimbursed?
Qing had just finished his thunder shower and was about to burst into triumphant laughter with his hands on his hips when he saw Wang Wen peek out from beside Zhang Tianshi, looking at him with a pained expression, as if he had just been robbed of tens of thousands of taels of gold...

It wasn't that it was particularly good at reading people's expressions, but rather that the pain in that kid's face was too obvious; even a fool could see it!
Just as it was wondering what was wrong with the little insect, it suddenly shivered for no reason... Even though it had lost the ability to sense heat and cold two thousand years ago, at this moment, it truly felt a chill that instantly seeped into its bones!
Startled, it abruptly looked up at the gray sky...

The next second, a magnificent purple halo appeared in its scarlet eyes.

"Purple Sky Divine Thunder!"

It screamed hysterically in terror, desperately trying to twist its stiff body and turn to flee to the ground, but it was still accurately struck by a thick bolt of purple lightning, just like playing whack-a-mole, and was instantly struck and sent crashing into the forest.

Wang Wen looked at the forest emitting blue smoke with satisfaction. However, after waiting for a long time without receiving any reward from the demon-slaying, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

"Really?"

He hurriedly grabbed his twisted silver spear and leaped into the smoky forest, searching carefully but failing to find Qing's remains.

He pondered, utterly perplexed, "No way? Even the Heavenly Lord himself couldn't kill this guy?"

But soon, he understood everything...

It wasn't Heaven's will that killed this old diver.

Rather, his meager merits and good deeds only warranted that the Heavenly Lord handle the matter to this extent...

This left him speechless, thinking to himself: 'My merits and virtues are insufficient, can't you, sir, just do it for the sake of our acquaintance and the matter at hand, and I'll make up for the lack of merits and virtues later? We've done this before...'

Back in Huangshan, the Heavenly Dao boss had directly reduced his karmic debt to a negative number by giving him goods first and then paying him later.

Wang Wen scratched his head: 'Could it be that this guy's life wasn't meant to end? Or is he not as hated as the White Lotus Sect members?'

Just then, Zhang Tianshi landed beside him, looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at a rare treasure: "Junior brother, how did you attract the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning?"

"What is Purple Heaven Divine Thunder?"

Wang Wen was stunned for a moment, then skillfully shifted the blame: "I don't know, I just asked Wu Zun Shen for help." (End of this chapter)