My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 627: Elegy of Heaven

Hearing Jiang Xinghuo's words, cold sweat gradually appeared on the forehead of the anointed one.

Because the magic power in his body has fallen into dormancy at this moment, the only means he can rely on at present are the souls of the missionaries summoned in advance and a prop that accompanies the inherited relic.

Other than that,

All his other means were almost useless.

On the other hand, Jiang Xinghuo on the opposite side did not seem to be suppressed or restrained by the rules in the hall. It could even be said that the hall was controlled by him at the moment.

The anointed one does not have such a bad memory. He saw it clearly just now. Jiang Xinghuo just waved his hand and the two doors behind him closed tightly.

He originally thought that he had forced open the two doors from the outside, but now it seems that it was not him who pushed them open, but someone else who took the initiative to force him in.

The main purpose is to catch a turtle in a jar.

He is also good at this tactic.

But the difference is that his identities have been swapped. He, who usually acts as a turtle catcher, has now become a turtle in someone else's jar.

The anointed one had a bitter look on his face, but he quickly adjusted himself and put aside all negative emotions. Although he was now at a disadvantage and could even be said to be in a desperate situation, there was still a chance for him to turn the tide.

As long as he can get rid of the enemy in front of him as soon as possible, the balance of victory will still tilt towards him.

Maybe I can get the secrets of this palace from him.

Jiang Xinghuo noticed the changes in the anointed one and couldn't help but admire him a little.

If the other party begged for mercy or surrendered, Jiang Xinghuo would really look down on him.

Unfortunately, sometimes determination isn't everything.

The anointed one also moved at this time. He opened the parchment Bible in his hand, and lines of ancient Latin words flew out and fell on the souls of the missionaries.

The souls of the dead missionaries, who were emitting deathly aura, uttered melodious and grand chants, and condensed into cross-shaped heavy swords in their hands, rushing towards the direction where Jiang Xinghuo was standing.

“The undead…”

Jiang Xinghuo smacked his lips, and the relevant data of these undead appeared in the small pupil of his right eye.

“The Crazy Cemetery of the Bishop of Heaven (rare item). When the Bishop of Heaven was ordered to march east, he was tempted by the ancient god of the deep sea and killed all his missionaries by mistake. In order to revive those loyal subordinates, the Bishop of Heaven sought help from those crazy alchemists. This cemetery is the rare item given by those alchemists. The dead missionaries will be revived in this cemetery, but they will never be able to get rid of the shackles of the cemetery.”

Jiang Xinghuo closed the Tathagata Garbha, and the acupoints on his arms glowed slightly. The Black and White Impermanence instantly appeared on both sides, holding mourning sticks and soul-binding chains, protecting Jiang Xinghuo behind them.

The Black and White Impermanence were born to control the ghosts and monsters. These ghosts may seem extremely vicious, but to these two big guys, they are nothing more than dessert.

Suddenly, two sharp whistling sounds were heard, and a three-meter-high air wave rolled up in the hall, intercepting the souls of the missionaries who were rushing towards them three meters away. No matter how the anointed ones urged the parchment Bible in their hands, they could not cross the line even a single step.

Afterwards, the Black and White Impermanence waved their magical weapons at the same time, and with just a glance, all the missionaries' souls disappeared.

Even the crazy cemetery controlled by the Anointed One began to tremble continuously, as if trying to escape from his control.

The anointed one was startled and had no time to think. He immediately flipped the parchment Bible in his hand, trying to suppress the commotion in the cemetery.

The main body of this prop is the Bible in his hand. Each page contains different abilities and can summon different ghosts of missionaries.

If it were outside, he would not value this item that much. Even if someone wanted to plunder it by force, as long as he put it back into the storage item, the other party would have no way to stop him.

But now, the only prop he can rely on is this parchment Bible. Once the parchment Bible is taken away, he will have no chance of turning things around.

"Speed ​​Force!"

The anointed one bit his fingertip and drew a symbol on the parchment Bible with his blood. A white light suddenly flew out from the Bible, transformed into a pair of wings, and landed on the anointed one.

Ok?
Jiang Xinghuo raised his eyebrows.

It was somewhat beyond Jiang Xinghuo's expectations that the anointed one could use other means under the suppression of Zhou Jueyin Heavenly Palace.

However, Jiang Xinghuo was keenly aware that the spirit of the anointed one had weakened a lot in that instant, and the whole person seemed to have aged by ten years.

"Is this the price of one's own life span in exchange for the abilities in the scriptures?"

Jiang Xinghuo soon understood the price of the Anointed One using such means.

That is to burn one's own life as firewood in exchange for powerful strength, which can be said to be a stopgap measure of drinking poison to quench thirst.

But he had no choice but to do so. Either he gave up more than ten years of his life in exchange for a possible chance of a turnaround, or he waited for Jiang Xinghuo to take away his crazy cemetery.

Whichever is the lesser of two evils.

There are many hands in the secular world that can make up for one's lifespan. If he can get out of here alive, the lost lifespan can be made up through other means.

"You deserve to die!!"

While Jiang Xinghuo was thinking, the anointed one also let out an angry roar, and his figure flashed, his speed became so fast that it was difficult to catch, and he disappeared directly on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xinghuo heard the sound of wind breaking through the air beside him, and the anointed one's right leg swept out like a guillotine, attacking his head, neck and other vital parts.

"So fast!"

Jiang Xinghuo was slightly surprised, and dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack of the anointed one.

But the attack of the Anointed One was endless like the tide, leaving Jiang Xinghuo no chance to dodge or breathe.

"He is such a stubborn person who won't cry until he sees the coffin..."

After dodging a few moves, Jiang Xinghuo was too lazy to continue fighting with the opponent. When the anointed one launched an attack again, he summoned the horse-faced evil god with twisted muscles in his acupoints.

After the horse-faced evil god appeared, he ignored the attack of the anointed one, grabbed the opponent's fist that was about to fall on him, and then pulled it back with force! !

"what!!"

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere and miserable wails were heard. The Horse-Faced Guard grabbed a bloody broken arm and threw it to the ground beside him.

While the Anointed One was being severely injured, the Black and White Impermanence also exerted their strength at the same time and seized the crazy cemetery. The Anointed One was severely injured again and again and lay in a pool of blood in a miserable state.

But Jiang Xinghuo found that there was no fear on his face, but a hint of a successful smile. "Heaven... has come... you... will be purified!"

The anointed one began to chant a spell.

Jiang Xinghuo suddenly felt a bright light in front of his eyes. Countless white holy feathers were flying in Zhou Jueyin's Heavenly Palace, accompanied by bursts of beautiful singing and countless holy angel lights and shadows.

It seemed as if in an instant, Zhou Jueyin Palace had turned into the holy mountain of heaven in Western mythology.

The anointed one whose arm was torn off also flew into the air at this time. Eight pairs of white angel wings appeared behind him. His whole body was shrouded in holy light. Even his lost arm was condensed by the holy light again, and he looked full of sacred aura.

"Holy Light Punishment!"

The Anointed One looked down at Jiang Xinghuo, his voice cold and without any emotion.

Then, countless white holy lights descended from the sky, trying to completely melt Jiang Xinghuo.

“Is this Mount Paradise?”

Jiang Xinghuo opened the Tathagata storehouse in his right eye, and just as Li Jun had said before, within the territory of Heaven Mountain, all the rules were made by the anointed one.

The horse-faced evil god protected Jiang Xinghuo in front of him, waving the ghost-head fork in his hand to disperse the falling holy light.

The Black and White Impermanence also protected Jiang Xinghuo on both sides to prevent him from being attacked from other places.

But Jiang Xinghuo did not show any sign of panic. Instead of attacking the anointed ones, he took them back into the acupoints in his body in the puzzled gazes of the three secular gods.

"Want to beg for mercy?"

The Anointed One in mid-air sneered.

"A-Zu, I've already said that times have changed. You are always so confident..."

Jiang Xinghuo took out the electromagnetic wave grenade that Li Jun gave him from his magic bag, pressed the activation button on it, and then threw it close to the ground. The unprepossessing grenade immediately rolled in all directions.

The anointed one instinctively felt that something was wrong and immediately wanted to destroy the grenades, but found that his body suddenly became unable to move.

"You better be quiet for a while."

Jiang Xinghuo held a fixed mirror in his hand, freezing the figure of the anointed person in mid-air.

At the same time, the electromagnetic grenades were instantly activated, and the invisible electromagnetic waves spread like ripples. Even the immobilization mirror in Jiang Xinghuo's hand lost its original immobilization effect.

The heavenly realm of the anointed one was severely affected and began to crumble, with some places even collapsing, exposing the original Zhou Jueyin Heavenly Palace.

"You...how...could this happen?"

A look of genuine panic appeared on the face of the Anointed One, and he tried desperately to maintain the Heavenly Realm, but the Heavenly Mountain continued to collapse until it finally disappeared completely and retracted into his body.

thump!
The anointed one also fell to the ground from mid-air. When the wound on his broken arm touched the ground, he couldn't help but let out a scream.

When he finally recovered and raised his head again, what caught his eye was a black metal object.

"You...want to kill me?"

The Anointed One's throat moved, and he quickly said, "In fact, we are not mortal enemies. You can take me back to your superior. I can provide a lot of important clues and intelligence."

"Tsk, you should at least hold on for a while. You just gave in like this. It really makes me feel unfulfilled. Also, I hate spineless people the most, so if you have anything to say, save it for next life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xinghuo pulled the trigger without hesitation. A flame burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet mercilessly pierced the anointed one's forehead.

At such a close distance, half of the anointed one's skull was almost blown off by the bullet, revealing a bloody mass of brain tissue.

Jiang Xinghuo put away the gun in his hand, and flicked out a little Kitchen God Fire, burning the body of the anointed person into ashes.

What the Anointed One said was actually not wrong. The two of them were not mortal enemies, but the key point was that it was not convenient for him to bring the Anointed One, a potential threat, with him in the ruins.

Moreover, once he leaves Zhou Jueyin Palace, the anointed one will regain all his abilities. Instead of getting entangled with him at that time, it would be better to end it all once and for all and kill him.

Moreover, this anointed one has also witnessed his own abilities and knows that he can control Zhou Jueyin Palace. Keeping him means that this information will be leaked.

Just in case someone takes targeted measures.

In the end, you are the one who suffers.

Therefore, we can only let the anointed one suffer a little and let him ascend to heaven earlier and return to the Lord's arms.

After dealing with the Anointed,
Jiang Xinghuo picked up the storage props left by the other party, and handed the parchment Bible to the Black and White Impermanence, letting them deal with the prop themselves. In addition, there was a miniature holy mountain pendant on the ground.

"Heaven Mountain (legendary prop), a prop created by countless missionaries with pure faith in their hearts. It can form a paradise area. The rules within the area are all set by the controller of the holy mountain."

"Please note that since this item is formed by the faith of believers, the user will also be subtly influenced and become the most loyal servant of Heaven Mountain."

This is a legendary prop left by the anointed one. It is of very high quality, but Jiang Xinghuo does not plan to keep it. He will hand it over to the Public Opinion Bureau as a reward for this exploration.

As for the Zhou Jueyin Palace, Jiang Xinghuo would never give it up, nor would he hand it over to the Public Opinion Bureau. However, the accumulated fragments inside could be handed over.

What Jiang Xinghuo is worried about now is whether the Zhou Jueyin Palace can be moved. If it cannot be moved, then this palace will be of little use to him.

Jiang Xinghuo was thinking about this in his mind and came to an open space outside. He saw the ground was full of corpses of mud ghosts, all of whom were monsters killed by the anointed one.

However, as long as Zhou Jueyin Palace is still there, these Nirvana ghosts can be resurrected at any time. The shadow of Fengdu Emperor's order flashed in the air, and all the dead Nirvana ghosts came back to life.

When they first came in, each of these mud ghosts looked extremely ferocious, but now Jiang Xinghuo thinks they are good-looking no matter how he looks at them.

After all, they have now become his most loyal subordinates, so he is naturally happy no matter how he looks at his own children.

Then,

Jiang Xinghuo turned his gaze to the Zhou Jueyin Palace in front of him and pointed the Fengdu Emperor's Order in his hand at the palace.

Blood-red rays of light emanated from the talisman seal, actually drawing the entire Zhou Jueyin Palace into the seal!
The place where the palace was originally located had become empty, with only a sarcophagus standing there. It was the coffin he had seen in the secret room before.

(End of this chapter)