The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 121 Ghost King
Dozens of strange creatures, ranging from the powerful realm to the dragon realm, were all blown into black gas.

The curling smoke in the distance turned into black fog, spreading thickly over the village and covering the sky, and the scenery changed drastically in an instant.

The entire village turned black and red, filled with dark air and an ominous aura. Hundreds of eyes opened on the houses and land, staring at Zhang Huan.

The scenery in the village was transformed into a huge and strange object, dozens of stories high. Visually, it looked like a hill covering the sky and the sun, which was very shocking.

Zhang Huan's Dharma eyes projected holy light, and he crossed his hands half-crossed in front of his body. He leaped forward, extended his palms forward, and used magic to deliver a fierce blow, destroying everything in his path.

The huge monster as tall as a mountain was knocked flying backwards, and exploded from point to surface with a painful roar that shook the heavens and the earth. Tens of thousands of wounds appeared, spreading all over the body. With a "puff" sound, it shattered into pieces, and black blood spilled like rain all over the ground.

This monster was at the same level as Zhang Huan, also a king of beheading, but was killed by him with a single blow.

"Too weak. Anyone who is not a saint is not worthy to be my opponent at this moment."

Zhang Huan held up a barrier in the air to protect his body and looked around at the weird things. He had no interest in attacking the remaining weird things that were not saints. Only the ghost king in the weird spot was somewhat challenging.

"Eliminate all the remaining weirdness at once, and force the ghost king to show up."

Zhang Huan's whole body was blazing with divine light, like the bright sun in the sky, a true god descending to earth. He raised his eyes indifferently, pointed to the sky with one hand, and the secret of the word "fighting" evolved into endless killing techniques at his fingertips, and various strange visions of casting spells appeared.

Hundreds of moves are combined in one finger, which is simple and pure yet mixed with a myriad of changes. It is the essence of the secret of the word "dou". In Zhang Huan's hands, it is no less than a blow from a saint.

There was a glittering golden light at the fingertips, and the condensed rhyme of Tao suddenly spread out in all directions, expelling all the black fog in the air and occupying the sky.

Various magic techniques manifested in the rhythm of Tao, one after another, surrounded by golden halos, occupying the space between heaven and earth, as if real people and objects were controlling them, killing all the evil spirits below, and would not stop until they were killed, evaporating all the strange evil spirits below.

One move can evolve into all the laws in the world. This is the secret of the word "dou". It has a very high upper limit and is the world's number one attack magic. When performed by the strongest, it can even simulate imperial weapons and imperial magic.

As strange as a stray dog, they were harvested by the attacking and killing magic that had evolved to the extreme. Each one let out a sharp scream when it died, and turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated.

Under the cover of golden light, the remaining large number of evil spirits were all eliminated. Zhang Huan had not even used any method to defeat the ghosts before he had already crushed them with ease.

Even if the cultivators below were at the normal Zhan Dao realm, they would be so vulnerable and unable to withstand Zhang Huan's move. This was determined by his extraordinary strength, not to mention the weirdness that was easier for Zhang Huan to deal with.

On a hilltop, there is an old and vigorous Chinese toon tree, lush and green, overlooking the village and fields. Although it is not very tall, its aura is the deepest and strongest.

The form of the Great Dao that evolved from the secret of the Dou character also came here to kill, and used the method of intercepting the sky's way. It fell across the sky, and the power of the way created a big hole.

At the same time, a suppressed aura of a saint burst out, and the original green mountains and clear waters turned into a bloody and strange land, with a large amount of black gas gushing out from the ground like molten lava.

"Human, you have some means to find my true body and kill so many weird things. You must be a genius in the outside world."

"But you dare to step into the territory of the Ghost King when you are only at the level of the Way of Slaying. Don't you know how to write the word death?"

A dark vine covered with scarlet veins broke through the ground and smashed towards Zhang Huan, followed by countless vines of the same thickness that rose up, each of which could crush a village.

The earth was torn into pieces, revealing its main body buried deep underground. It was like an octopus, or a combination of a vine and a tree. It was covered in a dark red light that flickered between breaths.

A lamprey-like mouth stands upright in the middle of the brain, like a crusher, with countless teeth, as if no matter how many people fall in, it can bite them into pieces in the first place.

The top of its head alone was as huge and strange as the one Zhang Huan had killed. It was so big that it was hard to describe. It was as if this strange gathering point had been hollowed out, and its roots and rhizomes were spreading underground.

A vine stretched out from under his feet, moving from its root a thousand miles away. It moved as fast as lightning and reached Zhang Huan in an instant.

It was dripping with thick black and sticky liquid and giving off an ominous smell. If anyone touched it, they would be contaminated by the weirdness and their origin would be polluted, causing a dangerous transformation.

"It's a sinister trick, but that's all. It's useless to me."

Zhang Huan had already noticed its intention when it showed up, and hid underground, preparing to deliver a fatal blow, but Zhang Huan broke it with force, and killed it alone in just a few breaths, forcing the Ghost King to show up.

With a swipe of his hand, the space was cut in half. No matter how thick and tough the black vine was, it broke into two pieces, black blood flowed out from the middle, and it fell heavily to the ground.

As if there was no saint barrier, the strange vines in the holy realm were easily cut open. They were even more fragile than ordinary vines, but this was only the case for Zhang Huan.

If it were any other king of the way of killing, he would probably have been beaten to a pulp in the blink of an eye, and experienced firsthand the power and inaccessibility of the holy realm.

Zhang Huan looked down. The strange pressure from below did give him a certain sense of weight, but it did not pose a threat and was far from the critical point that Zhang Huan could withstand.

He also had a feeling that he could tear the octopus tree below apart with his bare hands. His body was eager to try. There was no reason for this feeling. Perhaps it was an absolute confidence in his strength, and he believed that he could do it.

"So, a mid-level Saint's weirdness is still not enough to test my limits. Maybe I can try a high-level weirdness next time."

Although his talent is not top-notch, other aspects of Zhang Huan's configuration are the best of the best. He is probably the only one in the world who has such talent.

Without any similar cases to refer to, and without any real life-and-death battles, even Zhang Huan himself was not clear about how many levels he could surpass and where his limit was.

"You are just a mere ant in the Dao of Slashing. You only slashed one of my millions of tentacles, yet you are so arrogant that you dare to ignore the Saint Realm. You are so arrogant."

The giant lamprey octopus roared, as if it felt contempt in Zhang Huan's gaze. Puffs of thick smoke spewed out of its fang-filled mouth, and its millions of tentacle-like vines smashed around in anger.

The ghosts at the ghost king level already have intelligence, unlike the evil ghosts at a lower level who still act based on instinct. Their intelligence is no less than that of cultivators.

Zhang Huan looked around at its angry expression. Although its strange body was large, it was also its weakness. It was difficult to cast spells without changing into a human form. Without the support of magic, it was just a big octopus with thick skin and flesh.

"I still want a human form. You can't figure out my strength without fighting, but I don't count on it."

Zhang Huan shook his head and muttered to himself, very disappointed with the beast-like giant octopus. He planned to get rid of it in a few moves and move on to the next strange spot.

Then he clenched his fist, looked cold, and stepped on the secret of "Xing" to quickly rush towards the most important part of the octopus's body.

But before he could get close, tentacles came one after another, smashing through the air, hundreds of them at a time, blocking his route completely. "Void Break. Two Worlds!"

The emergency chapter originated from the void and was imitated and displayed by Zhang Huan using the Dou character secret. Once it was used, the surrounding space burst into brilliant light, severing all the tentacles.

"The true fire of Tushita burns the world."

Zhang Huan formed seals with his palms and exhaled a world-burning sky fire from his mouth. The fire was so red that it dyed half the sky red. The burning was hot and fierce, and it continued to flow, forming symbols of the Great Dao that intertwined and blossomed.

Wherever the heavenly fire touches, even the space will be burned. It is a supreme manifestation of the law and an unparalleled magical power bestowed by the heavens on a perfect fire saint in Shenxu.

Zhang Huanyu made the avenue flame spread in all directions, soon forming a prairie fire. The barriers of the holy realm did not exist at all when he was fighting. Large tracts of vines were instantly burned to ashes in his eyes.

The remaining contamination can never be removed, even a small flame can never be extinguished. After touching the vines, it begins to grow and burn rapidly, becoming a raging fire that spreads to every place where the tentacles exist.

The forbidden techniques and ancient scriptures that Zhang Huan knew were all of those below the Emperor Realm. Each of them was the world's most advanced method that could shock the world. Each of them had reached the pinnacle in a certain field. He had accumulated a rich foundation during his first simulation.

But these are not the real reasons why Zhang Huan broke the standards so much, the more important reason is that he is good at being in the divine forbidden area, based on the emergency field, and can perfectly control any trace of energy.

And the Dharma he practiced!
The immortal scriptures he practiced accumulated in his body countless pseudo-immortal powers of a higher level than holy power and divine power, providing him with vast and pure energy, allowing him to release secret techniques at will without worrying about consumption.

The energy in his body alone is enough to match that of hundreds of Kings of the Dao of Slashing in the same realm. How can he not be strong? The consumption of releasing an imperial law is just like drawing a stream in the vast ocean.

The two spells and magical powers completely defeated the octopus. The former destroyed its most relied upon tentacles, and the latter was even more fierce, not only burning the sky and the earth, but even burning its body to ashes.

It was a strange creature in the holy realm, with its own saintly domain, and it had touched the laws. However, it was beaten to death by a king in just two blows, and was almost crippled. Most of its tentacles were burned off, and even its main body was almost incomplete.

It was like being ravaged by an unspeakably powerful person who could easily crush him to death with just a flick of his finger. He had to be at least a Saint King.
"No, you are not the Slashing King, absolutely not. There is no such a powerful king in the world. You must be a powerful person who has hidden his strength!"

The sound of its lamprey-like mouth opening and closing was deafening.

Zhang Huan smiled when he heard that. He didn't need to prove anything to the weirdo. The Red Dust Taoist Hand appeared in his palm and headed towards the giant octopus, becoming huge in an instant.

The Taoist first slapped it down with one palm, causing strange black blood to splatter everywhere. He grabbed a group of tentacles and tore them off, causing blood to gushed out like a black river. Then he pulled it up from the middle of the ground.

"In the realm of the king, there is no holy power, but it is so tyrannical. There is no way to explain why!"

The Ghost King really couldn't understand it. This was too unreasonable. He roared like a lamprey, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Huan snorted coldly and grabbed him back into his stomach, like a worm being pinched.

He was restrained in the palm of the Taoist Hand, which sealed all his cultivation. As the hand shrank, the Ghost King also shrank, until it was reduced from a huge monster to less than the height of Zhang Huan's knees.

It was quite strange, equivalent to that of a mid-level saint. He was not considered a weakling in the wild outside, but in Zhang Huan's hands, not even a splash was made. He was easily subdued or even captured alive.

"As a weirdo, you have been here for quite some time, right? You must know something. I ask you questions and you answer them, or you will die."

Zhang Huan said this firmly without any doubt, his tone full of murderous intent.

"I answered obediently, will you let me go?"

The octopus raised its head with difficulty.

"I'll give you an easier death."

"Haha, you're going to die anyway, why do you expect me to help you at this time? Dream on!"

It smiled wickedly, but the next moment Zhang Huan crushed its head, and kicked it deep into its mouth, turning it into a puddle of mud.

Even if he didn't answer, Zhang Huan still had a way to get information from this ungrateful thing's brain.

As long as there is intelligence and origin, the Divine Salvation Technique can save all of them, no matter if they are human, beast, or undead, all can be saved and used for one's own benefit.

Even Zhang Huan didn't need to convert it. He could directly refine its soul and obtain the information in its mind.

As soon as the strange soul floated out, it was detained in Zhang Huan's hands, tempered with Taoist fire, and fell into endless pain and torture.

After a while, he was already dying. He was tortured by the Taoist fire and his soul was no longer in shape. He was on the verge of disintegration.

Zhang Huan then forcibly broke its memory, and everything seemed to be a natural progression, and he refined its soul without any difficulty.

"The Ghost God Realm is Ling Bao's natal weapon that he used before he became an emperor. He still uses it after he attained enlightenment, but it no longer becomes his emperor weapon. Ling Bao turned to refining the Four Swords of Immortal Execution and the Immortal Formation Diagram."

Although almost all the weird things in the ghost and god realm were sealed in by Lingbao himself, there are differences in the timeline. This weird thing was locked in earlier, before Lingbao achieved enlightenment.

An unknown amount of time after Ling Bao became a master, a Ghost King was sealed here. The extreme pressure made the Ghost King tremble and his whole body became limp. He would remember it vividly for the rest of his life. The breath of the King was instantly engraved into the depths of his soul, and he would tremble every time he recalled it.

"A Ghost King. If he is not dead yet, perhaps only this Ghost God Domain and Duan De can deal with him, unless there are other extreme powers."

Zhang Huan said solemnly that he did not expect that the Ghost Emperor that Bai Gu mentioned in his mind really existed in the realm of ghosts and gods.

It was a quasi-emperor-level monster, yet it dared to speak so arrogantly, saying that a corpse disaster was coming. It was not referring to itself, but the more dangerous Ghost Emperor, which gave it the confidence it needed.

They have to rely on an imperial corpse ghost that has also been imprisoned to turn the world upside down, break out of the long-sealed cage, wash the world with blood, and recreate the great corpse disaster of the Lingbao period.

"If this Imperial Dao Corpse Ghost is really not dead and has broken through the seal of the spiritual treasure, it will be difficult to suppress it with just an extreme secret weapon. It is almost impossible to stop it, unless the spiritual treasure has some backup plan."

"But no matter how powerful the backhand is, can it match a living emperor?"

"It's probably about to burst out!"

(End of this chapter)