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Chapter 114 Professional Team
Chaos spread to Ghost World Castle.

The ghosts in the streets and alleys hid in corners. Those who were young in the underworld were confused and couldn't figure out what was going on. But some of the older ghosts felt that they had seen each other before.

I seem to have seen this scene before.

At the other end of the Ghost World Castle, there was a ticket gate for a giant ship that was about to return.

Mrs. Li took out all the almanacs and handed them to the ticket checker.

"Your Majesty, I have a few juniors who haven't arrived yet. Could you please wait a little longer? Please forgive me."

Of course, Yin Cha, who checked the tickets, felt the Yang Qi coming from Jinji Mountain, but his status was at the lowest level of the establishment, so he didn't know what exactly happened.

I thought that between Jinji Mountain and the pier, there are underworlds and ghost castles, so if there is any trouble, it won't happen here.

If you have money, you don't make money, you bastard.

"You can only wait for a cup of tea at most. Don't wait until it's too late."

"Okay, thank you very much!"

Old Mrs. Li's heart was broken by half.

He also didn't know if Zhao Sanyuan and others had broken out of the siege. Anyway, let's do our best and obey fate.

But soon, Mrs. Li's face became happy.

I saw billowing sand and beacon smoke at the end of the road.

The stubborn paper-wrapped car was approaching quickly. If you looked down from above, it would be followed by large dark clouds. If you look closely, you will find that they are all menacing ghosts.

The ticket checker was not stupid, and he immediately realized that he had been tricked.

Where are the juniors waiting?
It’s purely the living ancestors who are waiting!
“Weigh anchor and set sail!!!”

Yin Zai screamed and rushed towards the control cabin quickly. Twenty guys on the bow of the ship pushed the anchor rubber plate and raised the sail. Without any wind, the giant ship began to slowly leave the shore.

No matter what.

It's too late.

The paper-made car flew along the wooden bridge onto the deck. Among the countless chasing ghosts, only a few hundred followed and rushed onto the giant ship. Most of the rest were blocked by the invisible barrier on the shore, making it difficult to make any further progress.

On the deck, some of the ghosts who went to the support pavilion to collect money, including Mrs. Li, looked frightened.

So exciting!

As it turns out, the excitement has just begun and the return ticket is definitely worth it.

"Ouch, I'm so old"

"Stop being so pushy, get up quickly and deal with the pursuers."

"How can we fight if I don't have any spears?"

"I'm getting angry when I talk about this. There's no one waiting for me. Rabbit, let's go."

Before the paper-wrapped car hit the mast, Zhao Sanyuan and others landed early. Since it was delivered to the hands of the 'Drag Turtle' from the Support Pavilion, the paper-wrapped car has played a great role. Unfortunately, it didn't meet a good driver. After being tortured, he was finally relieved.

Zhao Sanyuan quickly soothed his mind, and moved his palm lightly in front of him, gradually swaying transparent ripples. After smearing his cheeks, he placed two fingers between his eyebrows and opened the gun directly, preparing to quickly deal with the pursuers on the boat.

In the underworld, all the talismans and finger techniques are all fancy, but the most effective one is to use gods and ghosts to defeat gods and ghosts.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he lightly held a scroll with his right palm, and his voice was ethereal and ringing.

"The way of heaven is constant, and the merits of the earth are outstanding."

"The most wonderful mysterious god, graceful and graceful."

"The sect of the spiritual official, the seven orifices are bright."

"The Three Emperors impeached and summoned, the Golden Court of Taihe."

"Please!"

The scene was almost the same as when I was in Fudachang.

The Three Emperors Faction summons all the gods!

The scroll shook violently and opened on its own, floating in front of Zhao Sanyuan. The image in the painting was a leopard with a head and eyes, an iron face and curvy temples, a strange appearance, a tall figure, and wearing a scarlet official robe.

The ghosts who boarded the boat did not just watch Zhao Sanyuan cast a spell. They all showed their magical powers and flew over fiercely in an attempt to interrupt the spell cast.

Between lightning and flint——

The sword energy pierced through the air!

It's like the Milky Way is pouring out, and the energy is like a rainbow!
Shangguan Baitu showed great power. In the underworld, she could bring out the swordsmanship of Qingcheng School to the extreme.

Protecting Zhao Sanyuan behind him, the paper sword danced with sword energy, cutting dozens of ghosts into pieces in an instant. If this kind of strength were in the world, he could easily kill ten Dou Hai in an instant.

Unfortunately, it is impossible for the mortal body in this world to fully display the innate energy and sword energy.

"Please again!"

The scroll in front of Zhao Sanyuan glowed with light. The outline of the god in the painting became darker and darker, and the colors became more and more saturated. It began to rotate around Zhao Sanyuan.

"Three please!"

The afterimage of the scroll was blurry, and the image of the god inside appeared like an illusion behind Zhao Sanyuan, reaching a height of several feet.

It has a majestic appearance, holding a green sword in one hand and a black flag in the other.

Different from the half-body Dharma image that was summoned to Xue Dingshan at that time, this time the Dharma image is clearer and taller, and it is a complete body.

Zhao Sanyuan's two fingers intertwined between his forehead, and there were three streaks of 'blood red' spreading backwards from the corners of his eyes.

There is no spiritual fire in the soul state, but instead there is the radiance bursting out of the eyes.

The Dharma form behind him also suddenly opened his eyes, glowing with blue light.

Bless the sage who controls the house - Zhong Kui!
He is one of the four judges in the underworld responsible for exorcising ghosts and exorcising evil, and he is also the door god.

Not only can it suppress ghosts and evil spirits, ward off disasters and dispel evil spirits, but also hang portraits of Zhong Kui or perform Zhong Kui dances to welcome blessings and good luck in common areas such as construction, land opening, opening of a business, land appreciation, housewarming, festivities, and blessings.

At the same time, Zhong Kui, who was working in public and returned to the underworld, had just arrived at the gate of hell when he felt a ray of charm coming out of his body and heading straight towards the Wangchuan River.

This feeling is somewhat familiar, but the relevant memory is too vague, and I vaguely remember not having this feeling for a long, long time.

"Is it"

While Zhong Kui was thinking deeply, two voices came from above his head.

"Don't be ridiculous. You must be acclimated to the sudden return. Just take it a step back and it'll be fine."

"Tell us first, what fun things did you encounter in Lijifu this time?"

The two door gods Shen Tu and Yu Lei interrupted Zhong Kui's thoughts.

But he is the righteous god of the underworld, how can he still be acclimatized when he returns home?

Would you rather believe that it exists than believe that it doesn’t exist?
The two door gods are righteous gods who have existed since ancient times. They have so much experience that there is nothing wrong with listening to them.

But if I remember correctly, the two door gods should have been standing inside the Gate of Hell before. When did they move outside?
On the Forgotten River, on the huge ship on the return journey.

The blue flames rising around the invited Zhong Kui became even more dazzling.

Zhao Sanyuan's consciousness was particularly clear at this time. When he saw the ghosts who had been cut into pieces by Shangguan White Rabbit's sword energy reshaping their bodies, he knew that they could not be completely killed in the underworld.

I couldn't help but think of the scene when the old man taught me how to summon the gods. He was so drunk that he was holding a wine jar in one hand and Zhao Sanyuan's ear in the other.

——Brat, when you face the real ghosts and gods, remember to leave half a step. This half step is not only to respect the way of heaven, but also to keep it for yourself. This is the truth that I paid for with my life.

Zhao Sanyuan, who was young at the time, couldn't figure out the meaning of these words at all. He thought that it was outrageous that there could be an Earth Fairy in this world. How could there be a true god?

However, it turns out that the idea of ​​​​when I was young was naive.

From the time I walked into the underworld, everything I saw and encountered became more and more magical. Even though I had heard the old man say some things that even ordinary people thought were strange and weird, I heard it in vain and saw it in person. I came here in person. In the end, Zhao Sanyuan was actually shocked in his heart, but his temperament over the years allowed him to quickly accept changes in the environment.

"To dispel evil spirits!"

Zhao Sanyuan took a step forward and swept his right arm upward.

Behind him, Zhong Kui followed suit and waved his flag upwards.

In an instant, all the ghosts around Shangguan White Rabbit flew into the air uncontrollably.

Zhao Sanyuan and Zhong Kui waved their arms again, and the black flags rustled.

The rolled up ghosts quickly twisted and gathered at one point, and finally squeezed into a ball as big as a fist.

The sword points forward and stabs!The sword in the other hand of the Dharma Prime stabbed the sphere forward, and was 'pointed' by the invisible force back to the other side of the Wangchuan River. After landing, it decomposed and scattered all over the ground. He could only stare at the giant ship going away with the other ghosts.

There is a sequence of hearing the truth, and there is a specialization in the surgery industry.

When it comes to cleaning up these ghosts, Dharma Minister Zhong Kui is definitely a professional counterpart.

The ghosts in the corner were dumbfounded.

I'm a darling!
What's the relationship between this kid and Zhong Kui Zun?

Neither before nor after life could I have imagined that ordinary ghosts could 'control' the legendary gods.

The ghost guards were even more frightened.

Almost all of them secretly regretted being too forward just now. If they had known that this was the situation, they should have slowed down a few steps to catch up.

It's great now, the atmosphere has reached this point and it really doesn't make sense not to fight.

Bite the bullet.

The remaining more than 100 ghosts launched an offensive against Zhao Sanyuan from all directions at the same time, including the more powerful Yaksha and demons.

"The mantis arm is the car!"

In the midst of the shock, Zhao Sanyuan jumped up, and behind him, Zhong Kui's Faxiang leaped up to a height of dozens of feet.

Flying fast, falling faster.

When Zhao Sanyuan's feet hit the ground, Zhong Kui's Faxiang followed closely behind.

boom--!
Under the heavy pressure, most of the rear section of the giant ship sank into the water of Wangchuan River, and the bow of the ship rose up to a great extent, causing violent waves.

Almost all the ghosts were shocked into the air.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped for Zhao Sanyuan. He stepped forward and waved his arms repeatedly, and Zhong Kui held up his sword and drew one ghost after another to the other side.

Different from the bloody scene as imagined, the scene was completely one-sided and relaxed.

When the 'flow of time' in Zhao Sanyuan's eyes became normal, he took a breath.

I saw the remaining ghosts being sucked into Zhong Kui's stomach one by one. In response to the old saying, Zhong Kui burped - there were ghosts in his belly.

"drink!"

The roar of thunder was deafening.

All the ghosts sucked into the belly of the Dharma were sprayed to the other side of the Wangchuan River.

Most of the pursuers were eliminated in a short period of time, and the efficiency was so fast that Gao Shou, who was looking for an opportunity to help, was shocked beyond measure.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

As Da Chongjiu, Lao Yang must know many secrets that ordinary people don't know. He soon realized that Zhao Sanyuan's magic was by no means ordinary.

The Three Emperors Faction!
Summon all the gods!

This miraculous technique has never been heard of before. According to the written records in Dazhong Jiuyamen, one can even summon the Dharmakaya of Emperor Zhenwu after practicing to a certain level.

However, after two bloody campaigns in the Tang and Yuan dynasties, the Three Emperors Faction has not appeared in sight for many, many years, almost no different from extinction.

Unexpectedly, things are unpredictable.

Zhao Sanyuan turned out to be a descendant of the Three Emperors Sect!

If you don't see it, you will be shocked when you see it.

The impeachment of the gods is indeed powerful and powerful, and mysterious and mysterious.

It's really shocking that ordinary ghost walkers can easily solve so many ghost problems with this technique.

It is no wonder that the Three Emperors Faction has been surrounded and suppressed several times in history with overwhelming force. I believe that those in power with a normal mind will never allow such power to exist.

But having said that, if I hadn't met Zhao Sanyuan, I might never have seen such a magical technique in my life.

To some extent, it may have gone beyond the scope of magic.

"Yijing enchanting atmosphere!"

Zhao Sanyuan stepped forward again.

Master Zhong Kui waved the black flag, and the gray clouds rolling in the sky turned into several cloud pillars and fell down.

The cloud pillars tossed and turned under the agitation of the sword, maneuvering quickly on the deck like a spiritual snake. The bound ghosts were unable to break free, and were pushed to the other side one after another.

There were several extremely fast monsters dodging and escaping in front of and behind several masts. Unfortunately, they still couldn't escape the pursuit of the cloud pillars. They were all tied up and pushed far away, becoming among the bystanders on the shore.

Only a slightly stronger Yasha withstood this blow.

But looking at the one-eyed look on his face, you can tell that his mentality is definitely broken.

If it wasn't in full public view, I would have actually wanted to pretend to be dead.

It was obvious that the ghost wanderer in front of him was definitely not something that ordinary ghosts could deal with.

At least the other four great judges need to come in person, or the Yin Ghost Envoy, the Ghost Envoy, and the Demon Underworld Envoy will all come together. It would be great if there are higher-level ones.

It was not difficult for Zhao Sanyuan to guess the psychological activities of this Yaksha, and thought that he was indeed miserable enough, so it was better not to push him to the dead end.

Moreover, when passing through the gate of hell, you can do it without taking action. It is best to have someone to guide you through the gate to avoid disputes.

The Yasha in front of me is the best choice.

He must be of a higher level than the ordinary underworld at the gate of hell.

The most important thing is that the battle is very likely to cause fatal damage to the ship, and then there will be no place to cry when it sinks in the Wangchuan River.

Thinking of this, Zhao Sanyuan made a secret to collect the magic and hold the magic spell. Anyway, there are several scrolls in his pocket, which can be activated at any time in case of emergency.

"The heavenly official gives blessing, the earth official is Kunlang."

"The Gong Mansion returns to its throne and protects Ji Chang."

Zhong Kui's image began to blur and dissipate until it completely disappeared, and the 'bloody red' spreading back from the corners of Zhao Sanyuan's eyes also dimmed.

Fortunately, it was in the underworld. If he had used the method of summoning the gods for so long in the mortal world, he would probably have shortened his life by at least one or two years.

"Rabbit, take out the last remaining lotus bag. It's time to tell Lao Kang and others and let them be prepared."

Zhao Sanyuan then looked at the last Yasha, putting on Lao Kang's signature smile as much as possible. After all, people have to grow.

"Ahem, as the saying goes, I found a wife in nine days and finally married Liu Luoguo. As a disciple of Dingxiang, I first arrived in Guibao land. I will have to deal with the underworld in the future. We don't need to fight and kill. We can talk about anything."

These words are extremely damaging.

Even the ghosts eating melon and watching the show in the corner rolled their eyes.

Check it out!

See if this is nonsense?
You kid cleans up all the bad guys on the ship in a whimpering voice, and then says there is no need to fight and kill, and you should be patient?
Just a sin!
Even Gaoshou and Shangguan Baitu turned their heads to the side, with expressions on their faces saying "I am not familiar with him."

However, that Yaksha's behavior was very abnormal. He bowed his hands to Zhao Sanyuan with an extremely respectful attitude.

What do you mean?
Convinced?

Even if you win, there's no need to be so polite, right?
Something seems wrong!
Zhao Sanyuan and others secretly screamed that something was wrong, and immediately ducked to the side.

And just behind where he was originally standing, four rays of light fell and exploded one by one!

The first two are black and white.

The white man stuck out his long red tongue, which drooped down to his abdomen. He smiled strangely and evilly, holding a soul-destroying stick, and the official hat on his head had the four characters "make money at first sight" written on it.

The black man has a fierce face, dark green complexion, and particularly ferocious facial features. He is holding a soul-binding rope with a curved hook and claws. The official hat on his head has the four characters "Peace in the World" written on it.

The other two have more exaggerated shapes, a bull-headed man with white skin, holding a steel fork, wearing a battle armor, with many precious bells hanging on it.

The last person is a horse-headed man with yellow skin and disheveled hair, holding a spurge, dressed in plain clothes, and his lips remain open, as if he is baring his teeth.

These highly recognizable shapes, coupled with the cold aura exuding, combined with the stalls at this moment, any fool can guess who it is.

A professional team from the Underworld Martial Arts School.

Black and white impermanence!

Bull head and horse noodles!

(End of this chapter)