I become a god in another world

Chapter 548 Uncle San Goes on Board
Chapter 548

Liu Yizhen and others did not show any joy when they saw this scene.

We have fought the three-eyed ghost all the way from Shangyang County to the present, and have some understanding of the three-eyed ghost's power.

Sure enough, the flames were burning, but no black gas was emitted.

The pale ghost fire turned from white to red in the blink of an eye, and in the flames, a dark ghost figure slowly took shape.

Although everyone had guessed the ending long ago, when they actually saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel helpless and desperate.

The figure of the three-eyed evil spirit grew rapidly.

This is one of its magical powers, but once the evil spirit rises to the sky, it will definitely attract onlookers from nearby residents and may cause panic.

Xie Jingsheng rolled his eyes and saw that Fengdu had disappeared without a trace, and black fog suddenly rose above the old Zang family ancestral hall. The fog formed the shape of a city wall, isolating the dilapidated courtyard from the crowd, forming a special ghost area.

When the evil ghost grew to be more than six feet tall, its head was pressed down by black air and it could no longer grow taller.

The three-eyed ghost opened its huge mouth, and the flames of hell slowly poured into its mouth as if attracted by gravity.

When Zhao Fusheng saw it, he immediately took back the eighth level of hell.

Even so, part of the ghost flame was still swallowed by it.

The evil ghost swallowed the flame, then opened its mouth and spit out the flame. The ghost flame swallowed into its stomach turned into even more terrifying ghost breath and spewed towards Wu Shaochun!

Zhao Fusheng's face changed and her figure disappeared in a flash. Her image flashed past the gate of the old Zang family ancestral hall. She stretched out her hand, pulled down the two doors in the courtyard, and held them in her hands.

Wu Shaochun's eyes were filled with fire, and he thought he was going to die, but then he saw a shadow flash before him - Zhao Fusheng's figure blocked his way.

She grasped the ghost door with both hands, and evil spirit surged from her body.

In a moment, she transformed into a door god, and her body rapidly grew to a height comparable to that of the three-eyed evil spirit, like the shadow of a mountain, blocking Wu Shaochun in front.

The shadow of death brought by the evil spirit was blocked by her, and Wu Shaochun broke out in a cold sweat.

The will-o'-the-wisp fire poured down like a torrent.

Before he even touched the ghost door, the cold and gloomy aura had already dispersed much of the evil spirit in Zhao Fusheng's body.

At the moment when the will-o'-the-wisp licked the door panel, a black bubble fell from the sky.

Fengdu took action again.

Everyone thought that the dark bubble was going to cover the ghost fire and stop it for a moment, but they saw the ghost bubble fall directly on Zhao Fusheng's head and then silently cover her in it.

A large number of complicated images flashed through Zhao Fusheng's mind, and then endless chill instantly enveloped her.

She shuddered involuntarily.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng seemed to be trapped in an isolated grave.

Despair, pain and fear overwhelmed her.

This emotion was like a sudden flood, coming without any explanation and instantly filling her sea of ​​consciousness.

Before she had time to think and digest the matter, her sea of ​​consciousness shook and the lonely tomb that trapped her immediately broke apart.

The blood-red magma poured down, and she instinctively raised her hands, and the two ghost door panels blocked all the bright red ghost fire.

"Crack, crack!"

The surface of the ghost gate board was burned by the flames, turned into a charcoal color, and cracked.

The three-eyed ghost's terrifying attack was blocked.

Fengdu's ghost bubble blocked the evil spirit for Zhao Fusheng at the critical moment. Once the ghost bubble broke, her ghost door plate blocked the second round of evil spirit.

But the ghost did not give up.

If it misses the first attack, it will strike again.

The shadow of the ghost boy who broke Wu Shaochun's ghost incense by kneeling disappeared on the spot, and when he appeared again, he was already standing on the stove.

It reached out to Zhang Chuanshi's mother.

From the appearance of the evil ghost from Zang Xiong Mountain to the fight between everyone and it, it only took a moment.

The woman was so frightened that her face turned pale and she was confused for a moment.

When the ghost boy reached out to her for a hug, she felt the hairs on her back stand on end for some reason.

The more she looked at the ghost child, the more horrified she felt, yet she couldn't help but be tempted by it.

The ghost boy's skin was transparent, with blood surging inside. There was a big hole on the ghost boy's chest, and his face looked somewhat familiar.

For some reason, the woman felt heartbroken and subconsciously ignored the terrifying nature of the ghost child. She reached out to hold its hand.

At this moment, Zhang Chuanshi suddenly shouted:
"Don't hug it!"

The woman turned her head in panic.

What caught her eye was an old man in his sixties.

The old man had sparse eyebrows, a shiny forehead, and pale hair tied on top of his head. He looked quite thin.

She leads a simple life, moves around a corner of the capital, and interacts with few people, mostly her family and husband.

The woman was very sure that she had never met the old man before.

But for some reason, she looked at Zhang Chuanshi and saw that his eyes were moist, and he looked at her with admiration, as if he was wronged and about to cry. The woman's heart softened, and she replied:
“Okay, okay—”

As soon as she finished speaking, she hugged her daughter tightly and seemed to remember something:
"Legend, legend—"

As a mother, you worry about something happening to your children in times of crisis.

When the woman shouted, the child in Zang Xiongshan's arms responded:
"Mom, I'm here."

The elderly Zhang Chuanshi also responded to the child:
"I'm here."

The old man and the young boy said in unison, and the woman was immediately stunned.

At the moment she was stunned, the little ghost reached out to hug her but failed, and the ghost shadow faded away, but at the moment it completely disappeared, a blue-black little ghost hand grabbed the ghost child's feet.

Chen Duozi took action.

As soon as a ghost fetus of disaster level or above appears, it grabs the little ghost's ankles tightly.

The two little ghost shadows grabbed, bit and entangled themselves into a ball, so fast that they turned into two balls of ghost mist, one blue and the other black. However, neither could do anything to the other, and the ghost minions of the three-eyed evil ghost were restrained.

One of the ghosts was captured, but the situation did not improve.

The three-eyed evil spirit is stronger than himself.

It raised its arm, and a ghost whip shadow appeared in its palm.

At this moment, a red moon appeared in the sky.

The light of the blood moon shone on the evil ghost. The ghost seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force. Its arms felt heavier than a thousand pounds, and its movement of raising its hands became slow.

Then, Meng Po suddenly reached out to her chest, took out the bowl of Meng Po soup that she had prepared long ago, and looked at the evil spirit:
"Zang Xiongshan, why do you have to cling to the past? When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out. It is better to forget all the things in life."

Her voice was like thunder, shaking the ears of the woman and Zang Xiongshan.

The woman holding her daughter widened her eyes and looked at the people and the ghost in front of her with horror.

The evil ghost was summoned by Meng Po's law and turned to look at Meng Po.

The big hole in Meng Po's chest became even more severe, and blood slowly flowed out of her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose like smoke, and her life force quickly began to fade away.

But she did not flinch. As her back hunched, the evil spirit in Meng Po's eyes deepened:
"Zang Xiongshan, it's time to drink Meng Po soup. After drinking this bowl of soup, you——"

With every word she shouted, the power of the law was exerted to the extreme.

The Investiture of the Gods once pointed out that no one, not even ghost, in the world could refuse Meng Po's soup.

Zang Xiongshan, the resurrected evil spirit, is no exception.

The ghost bent down and reached out to bring Meng Po's soup.

When everyone saw this scene, there was a look of surprise and uncertainty in their eyes.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but feel hopeful: Could it be that it worked?
As soon as she thought of this, she couldn't help but summon the List of Conferred Gods. The Ghost List appeared in her sea of ​​consciousness, and the closed List of Gods slowly opened, revealing the unopened God seat inside.

Do you want to spend 100000 merit points to open the divine throne?
The reminder sound of the List of Gods rang out in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Should I open the throne of God? Zhao Fusheng hesitated.

Meng Po's condition at this moment was strange, she was almost like a ghost. Zhao Fusheng had a hunch that the bowl of soup in her hand must have some magical effect.

Perhaps the moment Zang Xiongshan drank the ghost soup, the laws would be disrupted for a moment.

It will forget its obsession and forget about killing.

If this is the case, Zhao Fusheng might be able to confer authority on ghosts and gods in a moment.

But she does not have much merit points. Once 100000 merit points are consumed, only tens of thousands of merit points will be left. If the conferring fails, she will most likely need a large amount of merit points to save her life later.

Even someone as resolute as Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but hesitate for a moment when his life was at stake.

But in just a moment, she made a decision.

Open the List of Gods!

She decided to gamble her life.

100000 merit points were deducted, and another position on the List of Gods was opened silently.

At this time, Meng Po raised the soup and looked at the three-eyed evil ghost. Blood was flowing in the ghost's eyes, and the third eyeball revealed resentment.

Blood was rising from the ghost soup and rushing towards the direction of the three-eyed evil ghost.

Just when everyone thought that the evil ghost would definitely drink the soup, the ghost's eyes rolled and immediately cut off the soup's temptation to the ghost!
The ghost's body shook, and the ghost whip in his hand fell to the ground, instantly turning into countless human-skin ghost minions.

The figure of the three-eyed evil ghost disappeared on the spot, and a pitch-black ghost eye appeared on the forehead of each human-skinned ghost minions at the same time, making it difficult for everyone to distinguish the real from the fake for a moment.

This sudden turn of events made everyone look disappointed.

Then the eyeballs on the ghost skin turned and suddenly disappeared. A shadow as big as a hill reappeared in the direction where the three-eyed evil ghost had disappeared before.

"Be careful."

Zhao Fusheng shouted, and tears and blood flowed from Meng Po's eyes, with a fierce look on her face:

"I want you to die! I want you to die!"

The blood moon suddenly darkened in color, the moonlight sank, and where the blood light shone, the figure of the evil spirit began to melt.

After the three-eyed evil ghost transformed, he was more than six feet tall. In the eyes of everyone, it was as if he had the sky above his head and the earth under his feet.

But the light of the blood moon strangled its ghost body, black air surged out of it, and its body quickly shrank and sank.

Soon, half of its height was wiped out by the blood moon.

Meng Po couldn't wait and raised the ghost soup again:

"Zang Xiongshan, it's time to drink soup!"

As Meng Po shouted, the evil ghost's body slowly bent downward as if it was crushed by heavy pressure.

At this time, the surrounding ghost areas also began to shrink in coordination with Meng Po, slowly approaching the direction where the three-eyed evil ghost was.

Feng Du's voice rang in everyone's ears:

"After trapping it in a ghost area, I have a way to make it fall asleep."

Everyone's confidence grew, and Meng Po stood on tiptoe.

The more the three-eyed ghost's head bent downward, the bloody smoke from the ghost soup slowly moved upward and floated into its nose.

The evil ghost paused, and Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but seize the opportunity: he conferred the three-eyed evil ghost as a god!

Tips from Investiture of the Gods: The attempt to seal the three-eyed evil spirit failed, and the existence of the three-eyed evil spirit cannot be sensed.

Should the human-skinned ghost be ennobled as a god?

Should the human-skinned ghost be ennobled as a god?

……

The moment the reminder sound of the Investiture of the Gods rang out, the three-eyed ghost flashed twice, and then it suddenly stretched out its hand and summoned something into the void.

The countless ghost minions wandering in the ghost realm were summoned by it, and pieced together in mid-air, turning into a huge piece of human skin. It raised its hand and threw the skin towards the red moon in the sky.

The human skin made up of the group of ghost minions immediately wrapped the blood moon.

The blood disappeared, and the pressure on the three-eyed ghost also disappeared immediately.

The ghost stood up straight, raised his hand and knocked down Meng Po soup.

The ghost soup turned into blood and splashed towards everyone present.

The ghost riders reacted quickly and dodged one after another, but the young woman, Zhang Chuanshi's siblings, and Zang Xiongshan were unable to dodge and were drenched by the Meng Po soup.

……

"The three-eyed ghost is too powerful."

Zhao Fusheng sighed.

She only knew that history would not change, but she had no idea what had happened before the death of Zhang Chuanshi's mother and sister that had caused the resurrected three-eyed ghost to lie dormant.

"We can't contain it. If the mountain doesn't come to me, I might as well come to the mountain." Zhao Fusheng's mind turned, and another idea came to his mind:
"Master Feng, lead Liu Wenqing and her daughter out of the ghost realm."

In Zhang Chuanshi's memory, Liu Wenqing and her daughter died at the former site of the Zang clan ancestral hall.

Since the ghost cannot be led away, it simply leads people away.

As soon as she finished speaking, the ghost domain in Fengdu suddenly surged with black air, and the city wall moved closer to the three-eyed evil ghost. At the same time, a black bubble fell towards Liu Wenqing who was holding the child.

But at the moment when the black bubble was about to wrap up the mother and daughter, the three-eyed ghost turned his head and looked at Liu Wenqing.

A drop of blood oozed from the woman's forehead and moved downwards.

This move of the three-eyed evil spirit had killed many envoys in Shangyang County. The envoys died the moment the ghost's eyeball appeared.

Zhang Chuanshi's eyes were bloodshot.

The scene of his mother's tragic death emerged in his mind. He was held in Zang Xiongshan's arms and even forgot to cry out loud.

"Coward! Waste!"

The father's shouting became louder and softer, and finally turned into a cold rebuke:

"Coward!"

"I'm not a coward!"

Zhang Chuanshi suddenly shouted:
"Man Zhou, please give me a hand!"

His power was limited, but when he saw his mother in danger, he forgot that he was not a ghost rider, but just a person who could ride on powerful evil creatures and had low strength.

Kuai Manzhou cooperated with him well, and as soon as he heard his words, he appeared from the underworld.

Zhang Chuanshi stretched out his hand and waved, summoning the ghost ship.

"Uncle San, Uncle San! It's time to get on the boat. I'll take you to the other side of the river—"

He shouted loudly.

He was young and weak back then, and was unable to do anything when faced with the evil spirit. The death of his mother and sister left him with lifelong regrets.

Now, his colleagues are fighting for him. Zang Xiongshan is so strong that even people from Wan'an County cannot defeat him.

He didn't want to see Zhao Fusheng and others taking risks for him, nor did he want to see the tragedy happen again in front of him.

Zhang Chuanshi, who had always been afraid of death, decided to fight to the death, and the power of the evil creature was exerted to the extreme:

"Uncle San, get on board. For three cents, I'll take you across the Yellow Springs—"

The resentful and evil spirit affected him and began to rob him of his life.