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Chapter 469 Heaven! Only a vengeful ghost can suppress another vengeful ghost (33)

Even such a reasonable request.

But they were all rejected.

The note was immediately thrown out.

[To put it another way, even if you destroy me, I still can't do it.]

Zhuang Boshi was both angry and anxious: "You don't even have this much ability?"

"You are the most powerful supernatural artifact of the Goddess of the Luo River, how can you be afraid of difficulties!"

"I've always told Goddess Luo that you've done a great job; you're the most responsible vengeful ghost in this clan!"

"You are still young, you must be able to endure hardship and rise to the challenge!"

It seemed that Zhuang Boshi's PUA had some effect, as the Ghost Cabinet trembled slightly.

"Okay, okay, can I ask you a different question?"

Remove the half-demon God's restriction from me.

I can't do it.

Zhuang Boshi raised his foot as if to kick him, but he held back.

Having no other choice, he could only write, "Help me remove the seal on my Golden Core."

The ghost cabinet creaked and trembled for a while before finally spitting out a piece of paper.

[Increasing twentyfold annually.]

Zhuang Boshi didn't even read it all before grabbing the village chief's seal he had taken from Zhao En, stamping it with a "smack," and then returning the note.

Let's deal with the immediate troubles first; Peach Blossom Village will eventually repay us.

This is called "living beyond one's means," meaning eating now and then worrying later, since one doesn't have to pay the debt themselves.

The current Ghost Wardrobe accepts credit, which is much better than the Ghost Wardrobe of the future.

As expected, Ghost Chef approved the deal, since the village chief's seal was genuine and the requirements and identity seemed reasonable.

The next moment, the copper lock on the ghost cabinet snapped open, and a cloud of wood chips mixed with the smell of corpse oil gushed out.

The moment the cabinet door burst open, Zhuang Boshi only had time to see a swaying red silk.

next moment.

A goddess from the Luo River leaned her upper body out of the ghost cabinet, her bluish-purple fingernails like five small knives, directly stabbing into his Qihai acupoint, three inches below his navel.

"Uh," a metallic taste of blood welled up in his throat.

"That's too rough!"

He looked down and saw Luo Shen's wrist twisted at a strange angle, her entire arm slithering into his abdomen like a snake, the sound of fabric tearing and muscle ripping rang out at the same time.

The skin on his abdomen had split open with tiny cracks, and the blood that seeped out was not red, but black.

Luo Shen's fingers precisely gripped the foreign object inside his body.

The black spear embedded in the golden core trembled violently, and the blood crosses engraved on the spear shaft were peeling off. With each blood cross that fell off, his abdomen made a thud.

His internal organs were in complete disarray.

The vengeful ghost will only complete your transaction.

It doesn't matter what method you use.

"puff--"

The moment the spear was drawn, it produced a mist of blood that was half a foot long.

Luo Shen lowered her eyes to look at Zhuang Boshi, a stiff smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, her face covered with bloody crosses, before returning to the ghost cabinet, the door slamming shut behind her.

Clearly, she took on the curse of one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse for herself.

At the same time, the Ghost Cabinet groaned under its own weight, and the lotus carvings on its doors peeled off in patches.

Obviously, achieving this puts a lot of pressure on the cabinetry.

Meanwhile, the true form of the Goddess Luo, who was directly confronting the Blood Cross, suddenly staggered.

The red headscarf suddenly made a soft tearing sound, as if an invisible pair of scissors had sliced ​​it open from the inside.

Two wounds, one vertical and one horizontal, appeared on her face.

A gigantic eye emerged from the cross-shaped crack in the sky.

With just one eye, he surpassed the entire village.

"God said, 'You shall suffer the sin of being pierced by a thousand swords.'"

Puff puff--

Blood swords rained down like a torrential downpour, shooting in from all directions.

Soon, the enormous goddess Luo was riddled with blood-red cross-shaped swords.

Not only that, all the ghostly clones around were also covered with equally terrifying blood swords.

But in the distance, even more vengeful ghosts of peach blossoms had already crawled over.

The horde of vengeful ghosts that Goddess Luo had accumulated over a thousand years finally came together to provide support at this moment.

Inside the ancestral hall.

Zhuang Boshi collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, staring at the huge bloody hole in his abdomen.

And the internal organs, which were almost completely destroyed.

"Goddess of the Luo River, you're so rough!"

The patterns on the Golden Elixir of Myriad Calamities flickered, and it leaped out of the blood hole like a living creature.

The cracks on the surface of the golden core were frantically absorbing the splashed blood droplets, creating a faint golden ripple with each rotation.

Soon, the golden core returned to its flawless state.

If Zhuang Boshi hadn't cultivated the Myriad Tribulations Golden Core, an ordinary Golden Core would have been shattered by the spear of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

True energy surged.

A true reversal technique!
The wound in his chest healed quickly.

The scattered heartbeats emanating from his body finally stabilized.

The desolate, deathly aura emanating from his body was also successfully suppressed by him at the same time.

"It's done!" Zhuang Boshi exhaled a soft breath.

With true energy, he can perform various spells.

At least they now have the ability to save their lives.

With true energy, he can unleash the Samadhi True Fire.

It possesses the ability to kill vengeful spirits.

However, he looked at the thing lying on the ground in front of him, which looked very much like the Lancelotsky Spear from EVA.

Eyelids twitching.

He recalled the clues that the ghost cabinet had sent at the cost of its life in the last century.

Then I remembered what the gray-robed monk had said: only a vengeful ghost could deal with a vengeful ghost.

This is a rule that he considers to be flawed.

Is this the way to imprison the Ghost God and the other two ghosts?

Is it by having them restrain each other? I will use the power of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse within me to link them together and thus suppress them.

Coming to his senses, Zhuang Boshi looked at the ghost cabinet, but the cabinet had lost its blood color and become very dark.

It seems to have crashed again.

Rumble!
A rumbling sound came from outside.

No matter who wins, the first person to suffer the consequences will definitely be themselves!
After putting away the spear, he walked out of the temple and found that all the peach trees along the road had been uprooted.

He went up to a high place and looked down.

Both sides are now locked in a bloody battle.

Although vengeful spirits do not have any anger, once their killing patterns clash, it becomes a fight to the death.

Whether it's the Goddess of the Luo River or the God of Ghosts, neither can escape the core principle of vengeful ghosts.

This is a war against an extremely rare army of vengeful ghosts.

On one side are the vengeful ghosts and their accomplices nurtured in Peach Blossom Spring for thousands of years, and on the other side are the Blood Angels of Heaven, created two thousand years ago to imprison all the vengeful ghosts in the world.

The Blood Angel was stronger, but the Peach Blossom Spring Ghost had the advantage of terrain, making it difficult to determine a winner for the time being.

He glanced at the two forces locked in a fierce battle in the sky, and suddenly sensed something in his mind, turning his head to look in a certain direction.

In a reality that seems to exist above the Peach Blossom Spring world, and right before our eyes, ghostly drawings continuously coil into layers of circles.

Countless circular worlds intertwine and surround each other, with the goddess Luo herself at the center.

However, the goddess Luo's ornaments had already been smashed to pieces, leaving her in a sorry state.

Fortunately, this is the paradise of the Goddess Luo, and the goddess is fighting in her true form, which is why she is barely holding on.

A blood-red cross hangs high, and drops of blood fall from the cross, sprinkling onto the earth.

The crimson cross cast a beam of light that pierced through some kind of boundary, instantly descending upon the Peach Blossom Spring!

Two angels carrying holy light appeared in that spot, leading a huge chariot!

Countless crosses intersected and spread out on the imperial carriage!

As the emperor stepped down from the carriage, a huge figure seemed to be rising.

That is the true form of the Ghost God.

It finally appeared!
A pair of enormous arms, riddled with bloody holes, gripped Luo Shen's body.

Tear!

The blood-red wedding dress was instantly torn to shreds.

Blood was spilled across thousands of acres of peach blossom forest, turning them into blood-red peach blossoms.

Meanwhile, the vengeful ghosts of the villagers on the ground were impaled on crosses and exposed to the blood-red sunlight.

But phantoms kept appearing within them.

Reboot!

The Goddess of Luo is constantly restarting, not only her own state, but also the entire Peach Blossom Village with more than a thousand households, more than five thousand people, and tens of thousands of vengeful ghosts!
But the Ghost God is a deity who controls time.

The restoration of Luoshen is unlikely to succeed.

"Go, Goddess Luo!"

At this point, all Bosch could do was offer moral encouragement.

While they are still entangled with each other.

Zhuang Boshi left Peach Blossom Spring without looking back and headed straight for Jiangnan.

Nigelluda has it!
In a dilapidated train station.

"Boom."

An old-fashioned coal-fired train locomotive from the mid-19th century slowly pulled up.

Zhuang Boshi glanced back; terrifying blood-red clouds filled the western sky.

Damn it, they're coming!

It seems that the Ghost God has his eye on him and is determined to kill him. He would rather give up his entanglement with the Goddess of the Luo River than not get rid of him.

It's like a stubborn plaster!
You just wait, I've got plenty of ways to deal with you!
"gone!"

He boarded the train and tossed the Zhang family's heirloom Kaiyuan Tongbao coin directly to the ticket seller.

The ticket seller, dressed in 19th-century British flight attendant attire, seemed to chuckle as she received the Kaiyuan Tongbao coin.

In an instant, the entire train entered the dark ghost realm.

Zhuang Boshi turned his head to look, and the blood-red cross was still faintly visible in the darkness.

Hey, the true form of the Ghost God is persistent.

Fortunately, in that time and space, the Ghost God was invincible and could not subdue the world, but he could not transcend time and space and was fixed on the timeline.

As the train continued its journey, the blood-red cross faded more and more, eventually disappearing completely.

The God of the underworld controls time, but ultimately cannot transcend its own laws.

A prison built by billions of believers.

It remains unbreakable.

Unless all believers die.

When humanity dwindles.

Only then will He truly appear in the world in an unparalleled manner.

A demonic god who blocks time and space.

The goddess Luo, who lived in a fenced-off area.

Unaware of the ghost waiting for him in the seventeenth year of the Tianbao era—

How strong is it?

After an unknown amount of time, the train began to change, transforming into a carriage pulled by two large skeleton horses.

The vengeful ghosts on the bus kept getting on and off as if they had pressed a shortcut key.

Zhuang Boshi changed his clothes and dressed as a Taoist priest.

Finally, with a "bang".

The carriage crashed through the dark ghost realm and came to a stop beside a post road.

It is nighttime, and heavy snow is falling.

Zhuang Boshi got out of the car.

I looked toward the brightly lit and bustling post station.

Mawei Post Station.

"Young man, you've come from the Western Regions, haven't you? It's getting late, why don't you come in and rest for a while?" A young man dressed as a courier saw Zhuang Boshi standing in the wind and snow.

"Excuse me, where is this place?" Zhuang Boshi asked.

"Of course it's Mawei Slope," the courier said with a smile.

"If you go another hundred li or so to the east, you'll reach Chang'an."

Chang'an!

(End of this chapter)