From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 165: The Unity of Man and Sword Belonging to Her [Please subscribe, please vote for me! ]

Wang Shuhuan wanted to stop it, but the evil ghost boy was much faster than him.

His eyes were about to burst as he watched the ghost enter Zhu Ling's body.

Inside Zhu Ling's body, five infant spirits began to fight with the extremely evil ghost child.

The five infant spirits were of course no match for the evil ghost child, but it would also take time for the evil ghost child to devour them.

After that, it would also take time for the evil ghost child to devour Zhu Ling's flesh, blood and essence and break out of his body.

This time is not much, but it is enough to decide the life or death of everyone in this hospital.

But this does not include Zhu Ling.

She fell to the ground like a withered yellow flower, and her body began to deform like Tian Qixin.

"Sister Ling!"

Wang Shuhuan hugged Zhu Ling and cried loudly.

Taoist Master Chen Junchang was also shocked by this thin girl, and hurriedly tried to find talismans to suppress the evil ghost child in Zhu Ling's body.

Zhu Ling's body was in pain. She took out a red tassel from her bosom and stuffed it into Wang Shuhuan's hand, smiling weakly.

"When you go to the sea, tie a red string, and when you become a good person, cut off your black hair"

"If possible, could you please give this red string tassel to Master Li?"

"Thank you."

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Zhu Ling's hometown is a small water town in the south of the Yangtze River. It is very beautiful, but the Zhu family is very poor.

The Zhu Ling sisters actually had very good grades in school. If they had continued their studies, they might have been the first college students in that small town.

But there was no other way. She couldn't afford the tuition for high school, so she came to eastern Guangdong alone for her younger sister to continue her studies.

This is a world that belongs to working people.

However, in the second month after she arrived, her younger sister Zhu Hui also dropped out of school and found her, saying that she did not want to take up her sister's place in school.

Then, like her sister Zhu Hui, she fantasized about changing her life in this place.

Relying on the massage skills she learned in Jiangnan, sister Zhu Hui gradually became the top star in the club, while she was just a dishwasher in a roadside shop.

When the club paid its first salary, her sister Zhu Hui took her to eat her first bowl of beef noodles and watch her first night folk customs.

Her sister told her that she would take her to see all the splendor of eastern Guangdong.

Zhu Ling was very happy.

Eastern Guangdong is a great place, with pork trotter rice, tall buildings, magnificent mansions, and endless night scenes and folk customs.

Yuedong is good, but it is not her Yuedong.

When she traded her body for the first time to cure her sister's illness, her soul and body were already dead.

It was the two bowls of beef noodles from Li Yang and Wang Shuhuan that saved her.

She didn't know the twists and turns of cultivating immortals. She only knew that Master Li was a good man, Wang Shuhuan was a good man, and Xu Yihe who treated her to delicious food was also a good man.

She wants to repay them.

Good people should be rewarded, so you all can't die, let me go find my sister.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. His consciousness was so blurred that he could no longer feel Wang Shuhuan's shaking and crying. Zhu Ling closed his eyes as he felt his flesh and blood being eaten away by the ghost boy.

The world returned to its former darkness.

But, suddenly I really want to eat another bowl of beef noodles...
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Thousands of miles away, over the South China Sea, the black clouds that had been stagnant for many days suddenly showed a variety of auspicious weather conditions.
First, colorful clouds bloomed, and then fairy lights came in pieces, covering the sky and the earth.

The next moment, the clouds filled with lightning arcs disappeared, and with a loud tremor, the sky became clear.

The magnificent scene, the majestic black shadow, and the overwhelming disaster clouds disappeared, and a piece of black charcoal appeared in the sky.

The fishermen nearby took out their binoculars to observe. With a crisp sound, the black charcoal began to crack, revealing the white skin underneath.

A naked figure with lightning in his eyes rushed towards the distance with a bang.
The city center, which was once the most prosperous place with tall buildings, now looks like it has been plowed. Large sections of buildings have collapsed, exposing concrete and steel bars. Green plants and trees on the roadside have been uprooted and trampled over and over again.

Here, Chi Yanhong, Zhao Ziyao and Chen Xiyan cooperated with each other and had fought with the Ghost King more than ten times.

The first batch of three helicopters had all crashed.

However, unlike before, this time, more than a dozen helicopters were flying together over the wilderness.

On the helicopter, only Zhao Ziyao was still swinging the sword.

Zhao Ziyao wanted to cry. Chi Yanhong and Chen Xiyan, who were beside her, were both in a state of uncertainty about their lives.

Then, "whoosh", once again, the Ghost King suddenly shot from the air to the ground.

There is no way to stop such an attack because it is too powerful and too fast.

And its target is not fixed, the entire city center is its target of attack.

Amid the loud bang, another building over a hundred meters high, housing thousands of residents, was reduced to ruins in an instant.

"Ah!" The city center was in panic and anger again.

This is the nth building that has been attacked. Chi Yanhong once tried to stop the Ghost King from attacking civilian buildings, but was accidentally hit and buried in the ruins. His life or death is unknown.

This is the Ghost King, who is not only as cunning as a ghost, but also as powerful as a king.

If a combat helicopter wants to stop its actions, it must confront it head-on.

The only consequence of resisting is death.

Judging from the trend shown by the Ghost King, it will most likely keep doing this.

"Boom!"

The reinforced concrete buildings turned into ruins, and the smoke and dust billowed into the sky...

In the smoke and dust, "Song!"

A thin sword light, as simple as a 50-cent special effect, suddenly emerged from the ruins.

At this time, the Ghost King was preparing to rise back into the air.

It's fast...

But the thin sword light was directed at the top of its body.

Chen Xiyan looked very embarrassed, and a sword-shaped talisman flashed in his hand in the ruins.

This is the sword talisman, and it is also the foundation that Chen Xiyan relies on to break through his innate state.

Compared with traditional sword cultivation, the sword talisman lacks the nimble changes of the mind. In short, if you want to activate the sword energy, you must first activate the sword talisman, and then the sword talisman will circulate to cut out the sword energy.

In the middle, there is a process of transmission.

Apart from this, the lethality of the sword talisman is no different from that of the sword pill.

Therefore, Chen Xiyan chose to wait and see, and swung the sword. For this sword, Chen Xiyan also activated a kind of Maoshan Taoist technique, which almost exhausted ten years of life. It seemed weak, but it made the Ghost King feel threatened.

"Dang!" The Ghost King raised his body to the sky and slapped the ground with his hands, trying to avoid the sword light.

Above him, Zhao Ziyao found a gap and used all his strength on the helicopter to swing the Nanming Sword down.

She wanted to stop the Ghost King from taking off again.

"Ode"

The huge crystal blue sword light slashed down, and the reaction force caused the helicopter she was riding in to spin several times in the sky.

"Swish!" A wound was cut on the Ghost King's back by the sword light of the Nanming Sword.

Its momentum to take off was blocked.

However, the ghost king's palm was several dozen meters in size, and when it slapped the ground, it raised endless smoke and dust.

Chen Xiyan, who was swinging the sword, was shaken.

Under such circumstances, the thin sword light was ultimately a little off. It was originally aimed at the Ghost King's brow, but now it could only pass by his eyes.

"when!"

One of the Ghost King's eyes was destroyed, and in a rage he slapped Chen Xiyan with one palm. Chen Xiyan fell into the distance like a kite with a broken string, spurting blood.

Then, the Ghost King did not pursue.

It chose to turn around and go straight upwards.

Chen Xiyan fell in the ruins, his head tilted back with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Did it fail?" Some citizens were extremely anxious when they saw this scene.

A sigh of regret just sounded...

A ball of blazing sunlight lit up above the tallest residential building nearby.

Next to Lieyang was a female Taoist with a cold look.

She is Chi Yanhong.

The second innate person of Baiyun Mountain.

The second in Baiyun Mountain is the second in China.

She has cultivated the Yangji root method, and is the strongest among the innates in China.

No one knew when she was waiting here.

Exclamations sounded

The Ghost King seemed to have noticed something, and the first thing it did was to shoot backwards, trying to create some distance.

And in the next second:

A weapon that looked like a blazing sun rose into the air and hovered. Chi Yanhong turned into a ray of light and merged with the blazing sun, rushing towards the Ghost King.

This is her ultimate killer move, the unity of man and sword.

"call!"

The scorching sun, which seemed to melt everything, roared and hit the Ghost King's chest.

The cheers were about to start...

But at the same time, “chua!”

The Ghost King turned strangely in the air, opened his hand and slapped the scorching sun, and his entire arm was burned to ashes by the sun.

Not only the arms, but almost half of the Ghost King's body had been destroyed.

But that's all.

Chi Yanhong was suddenly knocked into a state of unity between man and sword. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight down from the sky.

She originally had innate cultivation, and was not as good as those who had cultivated the Tao and could sense the subtle changes in spiritual energy, so it was extremely difficult for her to perform the unity of man and sword.

Chi Yanhong fell to the ground and struggled to stand up. The ghost king retreated violently, screaming and flew back to the sky.

Because of its properties, Zhao Ziyao's Nanming Sword and Chen Xiyan's sword scroll did not cause much damage to him. The only thing that could kill it was Chi Yanhong's Sun Essence Wheel.

However, after suffering such a huge loss, it will not risk attacking ground buildings again.

In other words, Chi Yanhong has lost the opportunity to kill it.

Worry, disappointment... despair... the moods of the citizens on the ground changed, and hope was extinguished like fire.

"There will be no chance," many people realized.

Chi Yanhong looked exhausted and tried his best to restore his body's vitality.

Feeding on the fear and desire of the entire city, the Ghost King began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, his voice furious.

"It seems that I underestimated you?"

The Ghost King spoke in a sinister tone, "I will refine the entire city into a den of ghosts and make this city pay the price for your actions!!!"

Zhao Ziyao in the sky was like a madman. He had just learned that Chi Yanhong and Chen Xiyan were still alive, but the situation had not improved.

"Cut you to death, chop you to death!"

"You monster, why don't you die, why don't you die!!"

Zhao Ziyao cried, and swung the Nanming Sword recklessly. At this point in the battle, the spiritual energy in her body had been exhausted, and the sword energy she swung out became weaker and weaker.

"Ode, Ode, Ode"

The Ghost King was not tired of it. He waved his giant hand and several helicopters crashed like flying birds.

The fighter jet Zhao Ziyao was riding in was also affected. She could no longer hold the Nanming Sword in her hand and fell from the sky.

"finished?"

From Zhao Ziyao's falling perspective, the black fog covering the entire Yangping City became even thicker, with hundreds of ghosts roaming the streets, making it like a purgatory on earth.

Chi Yanhong and Chen Xiyan were still looking for opportunities. In front of them, the recovered Ghost King was a hundred meters tall, stretching between heaven and earth, like a demon god dominating the end of the world.

All living beings are as small as ants.

It turns out that I am not capable of saving the world.

Zhao Ziyao was a little depressed, and the smoke cover on her body fluctuated.

I'm just a talkative college student who only wants to eat and wait for death, and I've done my best.

Just as she was feeling dejected, Zhao Ziyao caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

The Nanming Sword, which should have fallen straight to the ground, suddenly turned in the air against common sense and then shot out in one direction.

Then, it was calmly held in the palm of a person who came rushing over.

(End of this chapter)