I am Jinshan Youxia

"To collude with evil spirits and harbor filth in the City God Temple is shameful to be a deity!"

Taiyi Daoist's eyes blazed with fury, his face contorted with rage as if he wanted to devour the Yin spirit who had led the way.

The Yin God turned his face away. Sacrificing one of you is better than letting the monster beside him get angry. With the gods and Buddhas gone, these Yin Gods who have taken their positions under their names are only one-tenth as powerful as the original Yin Gods. Let alone one-on-one, even if all the Yin Gods in the world attacked together, he doubted whether they could destroy this peerless zombie.

It should be noted that the sealed dragon soul was weaker than it was in life, yet it still wreaked havoc on the world, and it took the deaths of dozens of city gods to seal it. Moreover, the dragon soul had been forcibly shattered by Zhang Chengyi in life.

After comparison, is it still necessary to get vaccinated?

Zhang Chengyi controlled the corpse energy to release the young Taiyi Daoist and asked, "You dare to use such a grand name as Taiyi?"

"Humph!"

Taiyi Daoist landed in a sorry state, straightened his clothes, and, too lazy to pay attention to the demon, prepared himself to face his death calmly.

Seeing this, Zhang Chengyi also lost the idea of ​​chatting for a bit. He picked up Yin Shen, took a step, and disappeared into the vast night.

Taiyi Daoist was stunned for a moment, somewhat puzzled.

Chapter 254 Yin Yang Dharma King

On the appointed day, a full moon night, at Erlonggou, Qingfeng Temple.

"Whoosh~" A cold wind blew by, as if weeping and lamenting.

The long-bearded old Taoist priest watched as the zombies approached, their figures flashing in the distance, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

This time, it's not just zombies, but also dozens of ghosts with terrifyingly eerie aura.

"Ready?"

Zhang Chengyi asked, he hadn't expected the female ghosts to wake up so quickly, but it was good that they were awake, saving him the trouble of figuring out how to bring the ghosts from the Yin-Yang realm back to the Yang world.

The long-bearded old Taoist priest forced himself to remain calm and said, "Of course, please follow me, hero." Fearing that the other party might misunderstand, he added, "My two junior brothers are preparing at the temple."

"Oh."

Zhang Chengyi didn't think much of it and led the female ghosts who were watching the spectacle into the small Taoist temple.

"Senior brother!" X2

As soon as the female ghosts entered, the other two Taoist priests couldn't hold back any longer and rushed out of the courtyard, shouting loudly.

The long-bearded old Taoist priest shook his head slightly, and the three of them led the way while exchanging glances.

"If you fellow disciples have something to say, go outside and make it clear before you come back." Zhang Chengyi wasn't trying to spy; it's just that his senses were too sharp. They looked at each other as if he were blind, and the three of them were constantly changing their auras, so who knows what they were thinking.

The three behaved themselves for a while. After entering the courtyard, they found talismans hanging everywhere, an altar set up at the entrance of the house, and a formation made of red rope in the center.

The long-bearded old Taoist stepped forward and grasped the sword on the altar, saying, "Great hero, at three-quarters past midnight, my fellow disciples and I will use the Seven Star Formation to invite the Yin-Yang Dharma King to arrive. However, we need you to temporarily dispel the dark clouds and let the moon show."

Without moonlight, it was easy for the three of them to invite the Yin-Yang Dharma King, but difficult to send him away.

"Wait."

Zhang Chengyi left a sentence, then exhaled the corpse energy that enveloped him and ascended into the air. Before long, he disappeared into the dark clouds. He had initially thought of dispelling the dark clouds, but considering that he might be exposed to heavenly lightning, and that the female ghosts were sleeping peacefully inside his body, he didn't want to disturb their sleep, so he didn't do anything.

After the female ghosts woke up yesterday, he got used to having a dark cloud overhead, which blocked the sun and prevented it from smoking every day. Now, if necessary, he would go up and take a look.

There wasn't much mist inside the dark clouds; instead, there were countless bolts of lightning, like silver snakes. As soon as Zhang Chengyi entered, his state of being struck by lightning immediately became prominent, and then all the lightning bolts rushed towards him.

"Snapped!"

"Crack!"

Before long, his entire body was enveloped in lightning, with a continuous barrage of explosions.

very noisy!

Zhang Chengyi first tried using the heavenly lightning within his body, but since both belong to the category of lightning, it was like pouring water into a river; no matter how much or how heavy the water was, they couldn't affect each other.

He thought for a moment, then opened his mouth and roared:

"Roar!"

In an instant, the corpse energy surged, and the originally weak heavenly lightning was instantly dispersed by the unparalleled quantity of the corpse energy, even the dark clouds were scattered.

Then the lightning tribulation status bar instantly doubled.

Zhang Chengyi didn't think too much about it. He decided to add whatever he wanted.

He landed naked at Qingfeng Temple and, in a nonchalant manner, said to the three dumbfounded Taoist priests, "Do you have any clean clothes for me?"

This zombie is incredibly ferocious.

The three Taoist priests now understood why even the spirits of the underworld were subject to manipulation. They could even be shattered by lightning tribulations. Now, the corpse energy in the sky had turned into a thin black mist that spread out. If the gods and Buddhas were still alive, they would have been chased and struck by the thunder gods of the Thunder Department.

They are monsters that shouldn't exist in the mortal realm, almost comparable to gods and immortals.

"Junior brother," the long-bearded old Taoist called out. The Taoist leaning against the door of the house took a while to react, then turned around and went into the house to get a set of clothes.

After changing his clothes, Zhang Chengyi saw that there was still some time before midnight and asked, "Daoist Master—"

"I dare not accept such praise," the long-bearded old Taoist priest hurriedly said, then realized that he was interrupting the plague god in front of him, and said again, "Please speak, please speak."

What a strange problem.

Zhang Chengyi simply omitted the formalities and asked, "Is there any way to allow ghosts to enter the realm between Yin and Yang?"

He planned to invite the Yin-Yang Dharma King down later, and then let Xiaoqian and the others sneak into his house, bringing back all the female ghosts and sending the male ghosts to the underworld to be reincarnated.

Without the slightest hesitation, the long-bearded old Taoist revealed how to infiltrate the Yin-Yang realm. In the absence of gods and Buddhas, might makes right. There are no rules to restrain such a monstrous talent. If he doesn't obey, he'll be killed and there'll be no one to complain to.

He didn't think that the King of Hell in the underworld would be a match for this zombie.

After the long-bearded Taoist finished speaking, Nie Xiaoqian nodded in response to Zhang Chengyi's gaze and said, "I understand."

All that's left is to wait.

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The third quarter of the hour of Zi (11:45 PM).

"bass!"

The long-bearded old Taoist priest twirled his long sword, made a sword finger with his left hand, bit his index finger and smeared it on the sword, then muttered incantations, flipped over and jumped from behind the altar into the courtyard, his feet stepping in a protective stance, his long sword dancing in his hand.

Two other Taoist priests stood on either side of the altar, one on the left and one on the right, each forming a different hand seal.

"Go!"

The long-bearded old Taoist priest turned around and swung his sword, the tip pointing diagonally. The moonlight in the sky gathered into a beam and fell on the blade, instantly darkening the surroundings. Only the bright moonlight and the candlelight on the altar remained. With a flick of the red string, he said, "Seven stars guide the way, please invite the Yin-Yang Dharma King!"

Moonlight spilled onto the ground, creating a fluorescent path. A figure dressed in a black robe with a red lining and a demon's headdress, in a theatrical costume, materialized from the shadows and appeared in the courtyard in the blink of an eye.

"Neither human nor ghost, neither god nor immortal, neither Taoist nor Buddhist, I am the King of Yin and Yang!"

This strange man started speaking in a Peking Opera style and gave himself a self-introduction.

Although I've seen the Yin-Yang Master perform a ritual before appearing in front of his subordinates in movies, seeing it in person was still quite awkward.

Zhang Chengyi felt his embarrassment acting up again, so he covered his face and waved to Nie Xiaoqian, indicating that he could take the female ghosts to raid her house.

"Yin Yang Dharma King, it is Zhang, the wandering knight of Jinshan, who invited you here," the long-bearded old Taoist priest said solemnly.

The red rope on the ground shimmered with red light, and the seven stars in the sky shone brightly.

"A mere trick, wow!" The Yin-Yang Dharma King shook his head, and like a face-changing act, red mist spewed from the mouth of his hood.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The red rope broke, and the seven stars disappeared.

The long-bearded old Taoist priest staggered back several steps, his face turning from red to white, then back to red, and his long sword clattered to the ground.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King, head held high and chest puffed out, roared, "Who are you, Wandering Swordsman of Jinshan! State your name!"

"You're acting weird. Let me rip your hood off and see what you really are!"

Zhang Chengyi reached out and grabbed the demon headgear, which landed directly in his hand. A beam of red light burst forth, and the clothes and headgear collapsed.

The red light flew a short distance before transforming back into the exact same Yin-Yang Dharma King, with no change in his clothes or hood.

"interesting."

Chapter 255 Can't Afford to Play This Game

"A zombie? You—"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King suddenly stopped speaking, then roared in fury, "Despicable and shameless!"

With its arms outstretched and body growing taller, it looked like it was about to run away, most likely because it had discovered that the female ghosts in the Yin-Yang realm were causing trouble.

Zhang Chengyi appeared above like a ghost, reached out and placed his hand on the Yin-Yang Dharma King's shoulder, forcefully pressing him down.

"Don't go, play a little longer." He said, his mouth exhaling a tangible aura of death that soon enveloped the entire Qingfeng Temple.

Even if we don't know why the Yin-Yang Dharma King can transform into red mist to evade attacks, the simplest way is to saturate the area with corpse energy.

"Whoosh!" The seven-star lamps on the altar went out, and even the ancestral tablet was covered with a snap.

The three Taoist priests helped each other to a corner; it was indeed a situation beyond their control.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King raised his hand and struck out with a palm, his black-gloved hand glowing with a pink light.

"when!"

The palm strike landed solidly, as if it had struck a steel plate; Zhang Chengyi didn't even flinch.

"You monster!" The Yin-Yang Dharma King's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a hint of pain and gritted teeth.

If you can't hit a person, then slapping a steel plate will naturally cause it pain.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Zhang Chengyi replied with a grin, then asked curiously, "What do you look like? Are you afraid to show yourself?" He held the struggling Yin-Yang Dharma King tightly, while using his other hand to remove the hood.

With a clanging sound of metal being struck, he ripped off the hood again.

Empty?

There was nothing under the hood; instead, red mist drifted out of the clothes again, surrounded by the black mist formed from the corpse energy in the air. It struggled left and right but could not escape. When it landed, it transformed into another set of clothes and a hood.

"So you don't even have a human form?" Zhang Chengyi said somewhat boredly, finding the truth rather uninteresting.