Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 625 Laozi vs. the Main God
The Black Mountain Demon's palanquin suddenly trembled violently!
That blurry, ghostly face stared intently behind Fang Yu, its turbid eyes almost bulging out of their sockets!
“Madam.” Its dry lips trembled violently, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Clap!"

The two pale green lanterns in front of the palanquin suddenly exploded, and eerie blue flames splashed onto the paper effigies of boys and girls, instantly burning them to ashes!
The entire wedding procession crumbled like pieces of paper crumpled by an invisible hand, falling apart in the eerie wind!

"Run! Run!" The Black Mountain Demon screamed inhumanly. The palanquin exploded with a "boom," and it turned into a wisp of black smoke, fleeing frantically without even daring to look back!
"Huh?" Fang Yu scratched his back, looking bewildered. "Do I have fleas on my back?"

suddenly!

Yan Chixia's Xuanyuan Sword clattered to the ground, and the old Taoist priest pointed tremblingly at the sky: "Blood Moon!"

Suddenly, the scarlet moon cracked open, and a dark red beam of light slashed like a sword in the direction the Black Mountain Demon was fleeing!
The entire wasteland was instantly stained blood red, and the wailing of ten thousand ghosts echoed from the ground.

"Not good!" Yan Chixia's face turned pale. "The Black Mountain Demon has gained ten thousand years of cultivation out of thin air!" Before he finished speaking, the land within a hundred miles suddenly surged like boiling porridge, countless tombstones broke out of the ground, and the sky turned as black as ink in the blink of an eye!

The Zhongzhou team members all retreated behind Li Yingqi, Zheng Zha's vampire fangs grinding together: "Damn it! The Supreme God is causing trouble again!"

"Wait a minute." Fang Yu suddenly froze. "What did you say was behind me?"

"Laozi!" Zhan Lan stamped her feet in frustration, "Your phantom has been following me since the very beginning of A Chinese Ghost Story!"

Fang Yu turned his head in confusion to look at his back: "Where? I can't see it?"

"boom--!"

A pitch-black mountain suddenly descended from the sky! Countless pained faces writhed on the mountain's surface—the Black Mountain Demon's innate divine power!
"Kamehameha!"

Fang Yu gathered his strength by pulling his hands together at his waist, and the azure light sphere exploded with a deafening roar! In the blinding light, the entire Ghost Mountain blasted into countless pieces of rubble!

"Cool cool cool kiki!"

The black mountain rubble floated eerily in mid-air, each piece oozing thick black blood. The blood droplets intertwined in the air, piecing the ghost mountain back to its original form in the blink of an eye!

"Is this never going to end?" Fang Yu shook his numb wrist, and the tomoe in his Rinne Sharingan spun wildly.

Suddenly, a scarlet sedan chair floated down from the mountaintop, with eight paper sedan chair bearers touching the treetops with their toes. The curtains of the sedan chair moved without wind, revealing Xiaoqian's figure, which was entangled by vines!
"Young Master Fang, save me!" Xiaoqian's cries for help came to an abrupt halt. The sedan curtains slammed shut, and the entire wedding procession suddenly scattered into a shower of paper money, which, like snowflakes, surrounded the Zhongzhou team.

Zheng Zha: "That bastard God!" Just as his Blood Flame Dagger ignited, dozens of skeletal arms suddenly emerged from the ground beneath his feet!

Zhao Yingkong severed three of the Netherfire Fangs, but even more ghostly hands swarmed out from the crack in the ground!

"Heaven and Earth are boundless!" Yan Chixia's Xuanyuan Sword plunged into the crack in the ground. Golden ripples spread out three feet, and then, in the distance, specks of eerie green ghost fire lit up on the mountain road.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The dull sound of the wooden fish grew louder as it approached, and the prayer flags for salvation were carried on the eerie wind.

The monks had gaunt faces and unnaturally bluish-gray skin; each step they took left corrosive footprints on the ground.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

Yan Chixia's expression changed drastically. "This monk is no simpleton either!"

Before he finished speaking, a fragrant breeze blew over.

The nine-tailed fox's tail swept across the tree canopy like rolling waves, instantly withering the vegetation in its wake.

"Cuckoo~"

The Painted Skin Ghost floated in mid-air, carrying a lantern made of human skin. Suddenly, the human face that had been peeled off on the lantern opened its eyes and gave Fang Yu a strange smile.

Fang Yu kicked away the mountain demon that was lunging at him, and his Rinnegan swept over the approaching army of demons. His expression finally changed: "Where did this painted-skin ghost come from in A Chinese Ghost Story? This is too targeted!"

The most terrifying thing was that the ground began to rise unnaturally, as if countless enormous creatures were moving underground. These bulges approached the group at an alarming speed, leaving nothing but withered vegetation and crumbling rocks in their wake! "Run!" Yan Chixia's roar changed tone, "It's the Black Mountain Demon's true form! The entire mountain has come alive!"

Before anyone could catch their breath, a chilling chewing sound suddenly rang out from all directions.

Countless pale arms burst from the ground, each palm bearing a gaping, blood-red maw!
Just as Fang Yu severed several ghostly hands, a chilling sensation suddenly came from behind him.

He turned around abruptly and was met with a sedan chair floating in mid-air. The curtains moved without wind, revealing a blurry black figure sitting inside.

The Black Mountain Demon slowly raised his head, and a crack suddenly appeared on his face, which had no features:
You have a smell that I really hate.

All the ghosts stopped moving at once, and hundreds of eyes locked onto Fang Yu!

The malice of the Supreme God was revealed at this moment. It wanted to make these demons, who should have been in various parts of the world, join forces to completely bury the Central Continent Team in this ghost realm!

Fang Yu suddenly let out a cold snort!
Strangely, he didn't hum at all; it was as if someone had taken over his control and hummed it out!

In an instant, the world fell silent!
The Black Mountain Demon suddenly froze on the spot, and it saw the scene that had terrified it once again!
The illusory image of Laozi behind Fang Yu suddenly became clear. The old man with white hair and a youthful face waved his whisk lightly, and a golden pill the size of a longan flew out from his sleeve!
The surface of the golden core was filled with the primordial purple energy of the beginning of chaos, and inside it seemed as if a galaxy was rotating.

It floated lightly in the air, yet it struck all the ghosts as if they had been struck by lightning!
"Whoosh!"

The golden core suddenly moved!

It drew a golden trail in the air, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to see.

The first to suffer was the painted-skin ghost. When the golden core pierced through its brow, the thousand-year-old painted-skin ghost didn't even have time to scream before its entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist like a punctured balloon!
"Whoosh whoosh!"

Jin Dan weaved through the demons, each flash taking the life of a powerful demon.

Just as the nine-tailed fox raised its nine tails in defense, the golden core pierced its heart; just as the mandrill raised its weapon, the golden core shot out from the back of its head!

The Zhongzhou team members were dumbfounded!
Yan Chixia's eyes widened even more: "I've really opened my eyes today! These monsters are even more powerful than Grandma. Am I really drunk?"

Wherever the Golden Elixir passed, demons fell like wheat being harvested.

The blood moon suddenly split in two!
The crimson moonlight hung in mid-air like congealed blood plasma. The crescent moon began to repair itself in a strange way, with thick black mist seeping from the cracks, writhing as if it were alive to heal the wounds.

At the same time, the phantom of Laozi behind Fang Yu suddenly blurred for a moment.

The yin-yang fish pattern on the Taoist robe rippled like water, and the whisk tassels moved without wind, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air.

The suspended golden elixir trembled slightly, and the purple aura flowing on its surface flickered, as if it were wrestling with some invisible force.

The entire wasteland fell into an eerie stillness.
Everyone saw a giant eye, covered in blood vessels, open deep within the blood moon!

At the same time, a galaxy vortex appeared in the sleeve of Laozi's phantom!

Two forces beyond the mortal realm clashed in a higher dimension, and countless fragmented images flashed across everyone's retinas simultaneously.

There is the dazzling spectacle of a golden core shattering the nine heavens, and the terrifying sight of a sea of ​​blood engulfing three thousand realms.

"Crack!"

It was as if the crisp sound of shattering glass echoed across the fields, and the stillness of time and space suddenly resumed its flow.

The blood moon faded to a deathly white at a visible speed, while the phantom of Laozi faded into a semi-transparent state.

The golden elixir slowly flew back into the illusory sleeve, while the Ghost Mountain hanging above everyone's heads seemed to be erased by an eraser, dissipating inch by inch into nothingness.

On the field, only the two great demons, Black Mountain Demon and Pudu Cihang, and the rest of the Central Continent team remained.

It's as if we've returned to the original, purest version of the "A Chinese Ghost Story" reincarnation storyline, and everything that just happened was a military rehearsal.
(End of this chapter)