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Unfortunately, the identity of the Ming emperor was completely ineffective against the world-destroying Corpse Poison Grass on a purely idealistic level.

Soon the circular golden light of the dragon vein was enveloped into a brown grass ball, which then collapsed inward at an extremely fast speed.

"boom!"

The grass ball exploded, and a strange thing with a dragon's head and a centipede's body rapidly expanded from a small size, instantly becoming a behemoth.

Zhang Chengyi was also knocked away.

"Awoooooo!" Pudu Cihang's first reaction upon revealing his bizarre original form was to howl wildly.

The poison of the corpse poison grass is so potent that you can get it with just a touch. There are many ways to prevent ordinary corpse poison, but this kind of corpse poison, which is full of vitality, is like stuffing a chocolate with shit inside. The outside is sweet, but you only realize there's a problem after you swallow it. The intense pain prevents the victim from taking any countermeasures immediately.

Of course, Pudu Cihang wasn't defeated either. After all, it was no longer an ordinary demon. After enduring the torment for a few seconds, it expelled the corpse poison from its body and roared:

"I want you to die!"

Having shed its 'emperor' shell, it would be almost impossible for it to digest the dragon vein in a short period of time. How many more years would the Ming Dynasty last? Could it survive until it completely transformed into a dragon?

The thought that its years of planning might all be in vain made it lose all reason and it opened its mouth to bite Zhang Chengyi, who was flying back.

"Idiot, prepare to die!"

"Snap! Thud!"

Zhang Chengyi spun around, and with the blessing of heavenly lightning, he punched the dragon's mouth shut. Then he reached out and grabbed the dragon's whiskers, pulling hard.

"Ow!"

In pain, Pudu Cihang swung his head and slammed Zhang Chengyi to the ground, causing large sections of buildings to collapse with a loud crash.

Chapter 242 Slaying!

"call!"

Pudu Cihang shook his head, which had a dragon whisker torn off, blew away the smoke, and saw the zombie lying on the ground, bursting into maniacal laughter: "Hahahaha!"

"What Zombie King? He's utterly pathetic, not even a match for the Emperor."

"That's right, that's right, His Majesty is invincible!"

Upon hearing the sarcastic background music, Pudu Cihang's laughter abruptly stopped, his eyes flashing with fury, and he slammed the centipede's body to the ground.

It pounded on the ground more than a dozen times before stopping and looking over.

Zhang Chengyi had gone from lying down to sitting up, legs crossed, completely unharmed, and continued his voiceover: "Your Majesty, he's playing a trick on you!"

An attack of that magnitude wouldn't even be enough to break through his defenses.

If you really want to hit him, you first need to have the ability to ward off evil, otherwise the corpse energy alone can break through it, let alone his tougher body. After this set of attacks, he can only smile demurely and say:

The hem of her clothes was slightly dirty.

"Die!" Pudu Cihang was furious. The virus began to take over the brain, and he actually took to the air, manipulating the clouds and mist. Rain condensed with resentment poured down, and then, under the guidance of the dragon's head, the yin lightning condensed with resentment struck down fiercely.

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning as thick as a water tank completely enveloped Zhang Chengyi, who was lying comfortably, and then... then nothing happened.

On the contrary, only Pudu Cihang, whose head had transformed into a dragon, was targeted by resentment, and his centipede body was half-cooked by electric shock.

The aroma is already coming out.

"No, are you really electrocuting me?"

Zhang Chengyi slowly stood up, stretched out his palm, and crackling lightning flashed, directly dispelling the Yin lightning. He looked at the old monster in the sky who had almost electrocuted him with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, and said, "Did I knock you out of your mind in one go, Your Majesty?"

He was clearly controlling the heavenly lightning the whole time, yet this idiot managed to come up with a way to attack him with lightning.

He felt there couldn't be another idiot like that in the world.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Pudu Cihang lost his composure. The dragon vein that had been swallowed was powerless to resist its devouring due to the collapse of the Ming Dynasty's central government. At this moment, it found a chance to break free and thrashed about inside the body. Its centipede body swelled up, and it howled in pain.

"Hmm, that sounds familiar."

Zhang Chengyi looked at the old monster in the sky, who seemed about to self-destruct. He clicked his tongue, feeling that the voice sounded familiar, and soon realized what it was.

It's exactly the same as what the former Flower Girl's wife and Tree Demon Granny used to call her.

That really hurt.

Suddenly, a rhythmic chanting of Sanskrit rang out, and the centipede with a dragon's head in the sky twisted and transformed into a golden Arhat statue with its chest exposed. A yellow and red dragon was wrapped around the Arhat's right arm, twisting and stretching as if trying to escape. The majestic yet ethereal voice seemed to descend from the heavens:

"Help me subdue this monster, and I will spare your life."

As he said this, Pudu Cihang's heart was bleeding.

Despite its ability to impersonate the Buddha for a long time, its actual cultivation level is so low that even the guardian deities cannot compare, let alone the Arhats or even the supreme Buddha.

If it were to digest the dragon vein of the Ming Dynasty, taking advantage of the vacancy of gods and Buddhas, it could first ascend to the position of a Dharma protector in its dragon form, and then leave behind its remains to be reincarnated for one lifetime, diligently cultivate Buddhism, and find its dragon form from its previous life. Perhaps in the next life it could covet the position of a dragon-subduing Arhat.

But now, everything is ruined, all because of this damn zombie!

The yellow and red bicolor dragon let out a long roar, stopped struggling, and with a flick of its tail, accepted the deal. In any case, both were monstrous talents, and for a dragon vein without self-awareness, killing either one was the same.

With the help of the dragon vein, the Arhat, who was originally just a golden statue, became more real and pressed down with his palm.

"Zombie King, you can't take this head-on!"

The old fat man's voice came from afar as he tossed the golden bell in his arms. The bell, originally the size of a model, grew larger in the wind, reaching several meters in height in the blink of an eye. It touched the palm of the Arhat on Zhang Chengyi's head and emitted a long, resonant chime.

"Clang!" Immediately afterwards, the palm and the golden bell fell together.

Zhang Chengyi rushed out and looked on in surprise as he watched the Arhat Palm forcefully shatter the golden bell.

"Damn, that's pretty ruthless."

He didn't think he was much tougher than Jin Zhong now, but he couldn't withstand it at all. Pudu Cihang, who turned into an Arhat, was really quite powerful.

Could it be that we've reached the point of collapse and sell-off?

"Old man, I'll kill you first!" Pudu Cihang's face was distorted, so he simply turned around and spat out a cluster of golden flames at the fat old man.

"Zizzizi!"

Without hesitation, the fat old man threw the Zhang Tianshi Seal in his hand into the air, managing to temporarily withstand the attack through this extravagant act. He shouted, "Zombie King, it has already obtained the power of the Arhat position by borrowing the dragon vein, so it will inevitably be unable to move. At most, it will lose all its power in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn..."

"Die!" Pudu Cihang raised the stakes again, his eyes shooting out a beam of golden light.

The fat old man carelessly tossed his various treasures, hanging all over his body, into the air as a form of protection, and then ran wildly around the city.

If those masters from the Celestial Master's Mansion had been here a hundred years ago, they probably would have wanted to kill him if they saw this.

Zhang Chengyi was not idle either. Pudu Cihang, now transformed into an Arhat, attacked from both sides, firing wildly with light, fire, and slaps. The power was unstoppable. Seeing the magical artifacts cracking rapidly, he dared not gamble that he could block the attack. He could only run while spewing out corpse energy to delay the attack and try to create a more favorable environment for himself.

It wasn't that they hadn't tried to fight back, but neither he nor the fat man's attacks had any effect on the golden statue of Arhat; they couldn't break through its defenses at all.

Is the only option to stall for time?

"what?"

Zhang Chengyi had originally planned to delay, but suddenly noticed that as Luohan bombarded the dragon, the yellow and red dragon was gradually shrinking.

Perhaps the Arhat isn't the most important thing; the dragon is.

A hint of excitement appeared in his eyes; it had been a long time since he had fought such an interesting boss.

"boom!"

Zhang Chengyi dodged Luohan's palm strike again, then reached out and clenched his fist. The abundant corpse poison grass growing on the ground quickly gathered and grew wildly, firmly binding Luohan's hand that was pressed to the ground.

"Bang bang bang!" The corpse poison grass was quite resilient, but it still broke quickly.

But that short time was enough for Zhang Chengyi to use the corpse energy to form a slingshot and shoot himself over there.

Arhat, who was fighting on two fronts, didn't even have time to react. The power that Pudu Cihang stole was completely incompatible with his consciousness.

"Wow!"

Zhang Chengyi let out a strange cry and immediately increased the Heavenly Lightning to its maximum. His entire body turned into a high-temperature red and white color under the influence of the lightning, and his speed soared to another level. He almost teleported to the front of the yellow and red dragon. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed, and the lightning, guided by his body, transformed into a twisted lightning sword.

"No!" the fat old man cried out in alarm from afar.

cut!

Without hesitation, Zhang Chengyi swung his sword down, the white lightning sword slicing through the yellow and red dragon into several pieces as easily as cutting tofu. The aftershocks even managed to shatter the Arhat statue that hadn't been breached before.

"Boom!" Immediately afterwards, he himself was also detonated by the excessive amount of heavenly lightning. The ripples of the explosion spread out, and the original location of the palace was turned into a white wasteland.

Chapter 243 This is impossible!

It’s over.

It's completely over.

"Hey~"

The fat old man slumped to the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed deeply, feeling that half of his cultivation had been lost.

How could he not know that the dragon vein is the weakness of the Bodhisattva of Compassion?

The reason there was no attack from beginning to end is because severing the dragon vein is more troublesome than giving birth to a demonic dragon.

The concept of dragon veins in Feng Shui is quite simple, and can be summarized in one sentence: "The movement, undulation, and rise of the earth's veins are called dragons."

The original meaning of "mai" is blood vessels. The Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic states: "The pulse is the residence of blood." This further gives rise to mountain ranges, and because the undulating mountain ranges resemble dragons, they are called dragon veins.

Vivid and expressive.

The dragon veins at the national level are different.

The veins and undulations of a country are its magnificent landscape, its upper-level official system, its middle-level wealthy landlords, and its lower-level common people.

It is the spiritual embodiment of all those who acknowledge themselves as subjects of the Ming Dynasty and descendants of the Chinese nation.

Pudu Cihang first emptied the upper class, then searched the world, using faith to numb the middle class, and using force to create chaos and bewilder the lower class. In the end, he figured out the blood vessels and fluctuations of the Ming Dynasty, and after killing all the rebels, he successfully seized the dragon vein of the Ming Dynasty and swallowed it.

Even so, it only dared to digest some of it and transform itself into a dragon, rather than merging into one.

Because it is the condensation of the spirits of countless people in the world, eating some of it will create countless karmic connections that must be repaid in the next life, otherwise one will be entangled in all kinds of sins and suffer endless calamities.

With the dragon vein destroyed and severed, the Ming Dynasty was definitely doomed, and another chaotic era of warlords rising up was about to begin.