The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 100: The Final Battle at the Top of Huangshan Mountain (End)

"Grass mud horse!"

Wang Wen popped his head out from the top of Aoyu Peak, gazing at the Buddha's light rising into the sky from the top of Lianhua Peak, breaking through the defenses.

I have done so much, and you, the White Lotus Sect, can still do anything?
Then haven't I been working in vain all these days?
At that moment, he noticed that the surging negative energy was rushing towards Lotus Peak from all directions as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was leaking. He immediately gritted his teeth and mobilized the divine power of Huangshan to swallow all the surging negative energy.

With a thought from him, the Huangshan Mountains turned into a giant sponge. All the surging negative energy that was drawn in by the White Lotus Sect's Ten Perfect Heaven-Repairing Formation, after pouring into the Huangshan Mountains, disappeared without a trace in an instant, like heavy rain falling on a long-dry desert, and could not even reach the Lotus Peak!

Wang Wen has no control over other places, but in Huangshan, he, Wang Wen, has the final say!
As soon as he exerted his strength, Wang Lao Mo in the Vacuum Hometown immediately sensed the strange movement of the Yin Qi. He immediately pinched the magic formula and roared, "Formation One, rise!"

In the darkness, an invisible wave of energy flashed by in an instant. From a prosperous city hundreds of miles away, a thick, dim pillar of light suddenly rose. Countless green-faced, fang-toothed ghosts danced within the light, frantically killing anyone they saw. For every civilian who collapsed in a pool of blood, a ghostly spirit emanated from their body, seemingly drawn towards the pillar of light...

Invisible waves surged back, and the yin energy around Huangshan accelerated towards the Lotus Peak.

The Yin Qi accelerated, and the Huangshan Mountains could not swallow it, so it immediately formed a pressure that was fed back to Wang Wen's Yin Spirit.

Wang Wen sensed this and immediately sank the Divine Palace's magical weapon, which had absorbed the earth's energy and completely refined the dragon bone, and had already entered the nourishment stage, into the earth's veins. He then worked hard to guide the Yin energy accumulated in the earth's veins to the Divine Palace's magical weapon, using it as nourishment for the Divine Palace...

It just so happens that the magic weapon in his divine palace matches his divine position, not his Yin God realm.

The status of the God of Huangshan, who should be called the Lord of Huangshan, is not low in the system of earthly gods!

When these negative energies are poured in, he will definitely feel choked, but it won’t lead to indigestion… Once this wave of negative energy is digested, it will at least save him one or two years of hard work!
Chen Sandao and other ghosts who were in the magic weapon of the divine palace could only see the sky... getting higher and higher!

The earth's energy was introduced into the magic weapon of the divine palace, which expanded the area of ​​the earth. After half a day of sufficient infusion of the earth's energy, the earth inside the magic weapon of the divine palace had already expanded to be as large as one side of the Huangshan Mountain Range!

The Yin energy introduced into the magic weapon of the divine palace expands the distance between heaven and earth. Only when the sky is high and the land is vast can it be considered a true blessed land. Otherwise, it can only be regarded as a magic weapon with large capacity for storage.

As the saying goes, it is better to release than to block. After directing the excess Yin Qi towards the magic weapon in the Divine Palace, Wang Wen immediately felt the pressure from the Yin God ease...

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, an increasingly heavy pressure came back. He looked around in shock and saw that the negative energy within a radius of 100 miles had gathered into a gray fog visible to the naked eye, submerging the vast mountains like a sea of ​​clouds!
"This……"

Wang Wen looked at such a spectacular scene, and a trace of hesitation arose in his heart.

Only children know how to take it all, while adults know they can’t stand it.

But the next second, he suppressed that trace of hesitation, and made up his mind to control the entire Huangshan Mountain Range and continue to devour these negative energies.

At the same time, his Yin Spirit held up the Mountain Spirit Order and said loudly, "Command, all living beings within the Huangshan Mountains, quickly help me to absorb the Yin Qi and balance the Yin and Yang..."

The invisible decree quickly spread throughout the vast mountain range. All the mountain spirits and monsters that had begun to develop self-awareness, upon receiving his decree, opened their mouths wide and tried their best to swallow the negative energy.

Especially the towering ancient trees in the mountains, their lush crowns swayed, responding enthusiastically to their gods, and their roots buried deep underground and intertwined with each other were like a giant net covering the sky and the sun, suppressing every wisp of absorbed Yin energy firmly underground. While they tried their best to devour it, they also continued to feed the surrounding plants and trees that were too weak to attract the Yin energy.

The gray fog surged mightily into Huangshan, first being sucked up by the numerous mountain ranges. The remaining mist was then divided up layer by layer by the millions of creatures within the mountain, like a stream of diversion piles. By the time it reached the foot of Lotus Peak, it had become so thin that it had lost its shape...

But just like before, Wang Wen was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he felt the Yin energy surging outside rise a lot higher. The heavy pressure that came back instantly made his blood surge, and his temples were throbbing as if his brain was about to explode!
"damn it!"

He struggled to squeeze out a curse word from between his teeth, and looked up at the Buddha's light on the top of Lotus Peak with bloodshot eyes.

He couldn't hold it any longer. If he continued like this, he didn't know whether others would die, but he was sure that he would die!
So, he made up his mind and used the power of the God of Huangshan to compress a large amount of Yin energy above the top of Lotus Peak into an extremely huge hammer. Then he swung the hammer and smashed it towards Zhenkong's hometown!

"Boom, bang, bang..."

The dull and surging sound of hammering was like countless cowhide drums beating at the same time, causing the hometown of Zhenkong to tremble violently and become shaky. It also shocked the three masters of the three talisman sects who had been attacking the hometown of Zhenkong for a long time and made them retreat again and again.

"Boom."

A huge fist rushed out of the vacuum hometown and blew up the Yin energy with one punch.

Then, a massive skeleton, its entire body seemingly cast from pure gold, blazing with golden flames, slowly emerged from its vacuum homeland. Its mouth opened and closed, emitting a furious roar: "Who are you? Why are you trying to sabotage the great cause of our Holy Religion?"

Under the gazes of the crowd, a gigantic human face formed from gray fog appeared beneath the sky. It opened its mouth and began to curse like a street thug: "My young father!"

After cursing, a gray mist arm condensed from the human face, and a huge hammer appeared in the hand of the gray mist arm. Then he swung the hammer and aimed at the tall skeleton and smashed it on the head with a "bang bang bang" sound.

The golden skeleton waved his fists fearlessly and collided with his hammer, and was not at a disadvantage at all!
The three masters, seeing this, were about to take the opportunity to sneak into the interior of the Vacuum Homeland when they saw three beams of Buddha light wrapped around three translucent relics shooting towards them and sinking into the Vacuum Homeland... They were the three withered old monks who had passed away in the back. They had finally forged the golden bodies of Arhats that they had cultivated for many lifetimes into these three relics.

Not long after the three relics sank into the vacuum hometown, the thick, dim yellow Buddha light that shot up into the sky suddenly expanded several times like a raging fire spewing oil, illuminating the dim sky within a radius of dozens of miles as if it were daytime.

The bright flames on the golden skull seemed to be blessed by the three relics, and they soared several times higher. With one punch, it smashed the oncoming hammer and the human face behind the hammer into pieces!

"Thus I have heard, once the Buddha was in Trayastrimsa Heaven, preaching to his mother..."

At the same time, a devout chanting sound, as if millions of people were singing in unison, came from Zhenkong's hometown, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

As the chanting began, large patches of dark clouds condensed around the thick Buddha light that shot up into the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye. The clouds spun rapidly with the Buddha light as the center and slowly sank. In the void between the clouds and the vacuum hometown, the phantoms of empty city gates emerged.

These city shadows flashed rapidly like slides, sometimes showing "Fengdu City" and sometimes showing "Wrongful Death City".

"Hahaha……"

The golden skull, which had already shown signs of melting, stood with its hands on its hips, gazing up at the shadows in the sky and laughing heartily.

The Taoist priests of the three sects of talismans and the astronomical guards of each city's astronomical observatory who were scattered around the Lotus Peak looked up at the phantoms with trembling lips, and the last glimmer of light in their eyes gradually went out.

It's all like this...

Still can't win?

too difficult!
It’s really too difficult!

Although everyone had anticipated this worst outcome.

They have also comforted themselves that as long as they have fought to the death, they will have no regrets no matter what the outcome.

But when the worst outcome really comes...

But no one can face this result.

Because they really fought to the death for it!

How can I not feel resentful?
How can I not regret?
Wang Wen felt resentful and regretful!
But when many people dropped their weapons in despair, he gritted his teeth, freed up Chen Sandao, Ma Feng and other ghosts in the magic weapon of the Divine Palace, and then took the magic weapon of the Divine Palace out of the earth veins and held it in his hand.

Accept fate?

Take your mother's fate!
Just as he was holding the walnut-sized magic weapon of the Divine Palace, ready to throw it like a grenade to the top of Lotus Peak to self-destruct... a brilliant sword energy as powerful as an avalanche suddenly rushed out from the sky, sweeping away the countless flickering shadows in the air!

The sword light died, and a gaunt old man in a gray linen shirt, with mottled hair and beard, and a face covered in age spots, appeared between Zhenkong's hometown and the descending dark clouds. He held a rusty, unadorned, gray Longquan sword in hand. Both the man and the sword were simple to the extreme.

People are like the charcoal seller on the street.

The sword is like a fire stick by the fire pit.

But when this man and the sword appeared at the same time, it was like an insurmountable cliff!
Even the howling wind in the air turned into a gentle breeze when it blew to him...

He surveyed his empty hometown below with his cloudy eyes and sighed softly, "It's been twenty-four years since Hongtai. Why are you thieves still so mean?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and made an ordinary jump and chop. The rusty Longquan sword drew out a bright sword energy that was thirty feet long. Its dazzling light directly overwhelmed the thick Buddha light.

"I... I'm stupid!"

Wang Wen suddenly widened his eyes, looking at the terrifying sword energy that looked like a snow mountain hanging upside down with shock, his brain almost crashed!
Is this the sword energy that a carbon-based creature can emit?

Is this still the human world?

"clang!"

Just as the terrifying sword energy was about to fall on the hometown of Zhenkong, a golden palm slapped the sword energy head-on. With one palm, the dazzling sword energy was like ripples across the moon in the water, turning into sparkling sword light and shattering into pieces.

Then, an old golden statue of the Buddha, with a halo of merit atop its head, sitting cross-legged on a one-horned tiger-headed mythical beast, slowly emerged from the void. With a sorrowful expression, it chanted softly, "Donor Zhang, you know that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Turn back now. Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right here!"

Looking at the Buddha, all the eyes that were shocked by the amazing and brilliant sword strike just now widened in an instant.

Where is this place?
What year is this eve?
Only the old man in gray smiled faintly, shook his head, made a soft "tsk" sound, then took a step forward, rushed forward with a sword, and cut off the head with one sword.

"clang!"

The Buddha's shadow waved a pair of golden hands and slapped the rusty sword away.

The gray-robed old man took another step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared from his original position, transforming into a bright sword light that was only a few feet long. The sword never left the neck of the Buddha's golden body...

It can be seen that this kendo master loves beheading deeply.

The three masters who were not far away were the first to come to their senses. They each used their own methods to bypass the fierce battle between the golden statue of Buddha and the gray-clothed old man and rushed towards Zhenkong's hometown.

However, just as they were about to plunge into their vacuum home, a familiar voice suddenly rang in their ears: "You all should step aside first, let me come..."

The three masters stopped at the same time and looked up at the sky in confusion.

Wang Wen, who was far away at the top of Aoyu Peak, said to the magic weapon in his palm: "My dear, I'm sorry..."

His face was full of reluctance and he kept sighing, but the action of his throw was as ruthless as that of a scumbag who refused to admit his mistake after pulling up his pants!
He shook his hand, and the walnut-sized magic weapon of the divine palace turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the vacuum hometown in the blink of an eye.

At the right moment, Wang Wen decisively pinched his fingers and shouted fiercely, "Explode!"

There was only a deafening explosion that pierced through gold and split rocks, and a dazzling golden light lit up inside the vacuum home.

The next second, a huge mushroom cloud directly swallowed up the vacuum hometown. The terrifying air waves pushed in all directions like a tsunami. A large part of the majestic Lotus Peak was directly cut off, and in an instant it fell from the highest peak of Huangshan to the last of the three main peaks.

Amidst the muffled echoes, there seemed to be endless wails echoing.

The golden Buddha statue that was currently fighting the gray-robed old man lost its sorrowful expression and stared at the mushroom cloud in disbelief: "No..."

Amid his hysterical roars, his golden body, which seemed as solid as a substance, shattered into pieces, disintegrating into countless specks of golden light that drifted away in the wind.

In Wang Wen's field of vision, the Mountain God Order popped up, and the numbers behind the Yin De column and the Merit column began to jump rapidly...

However, at this moment he had no intention of seeing the results of the explosion. He just looked at the mushroom cloud with a sense of loss that tore through the dark clouds and rushed into the sky.

This explosion was really cool.

But if he wants to refine such a great treasure again, it will take a lot of effort and hard work!
Putting aside other things, without the White Lotus Sect as a sucker, where would he get so much earth energy and yin energy?

Even if he holds the throne of Huangshan God, it would take him three to five years to accumulate so much earth energy and yin energy... After all, he still has to take care of the lives of all the creatures on the mountain, and it is impossible for him to draw out all the earth energy and yin energy to refine the magic weapon of the temple.

Of course, he could also choose to keep this great treasure, carry the steel gun and go with the gray-clothed old man and the three masters to steadily destroy the vacuum hometown.

Judging from the situation, with the addition of this gray-clad swordsman who is so fierce that he doesn't even look like a carbon-based creature, their chances of winning are indeed greater than those of the White Lotus Sect.

But after experiencing the deep despair and powerlessness of having all hopes drowned, Wang Wen really couldn't stand the slightest setback.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed a little scared in his heart. He was afraid that if he hesitated, some unpredictable changes would happen in the battle situation, which would eventually lead to the failure of this battle!
Therefore, even if it means he will have to spend three to five years to refine the magic weapon of the Divine Palace again, he must seize this opportunity to smash these idiots of the White Lotus Sect to death with one blow!

"Well, the materials were all given by the White Lotus Sect, and the earth energy and yin energy were also provided by the White Lotus Sect..."

He murmured to himself to comfort himself: "Just consider it a courtesy, taking from the people and giving back to the people!"

Even though he said this, his heart was still aching so much that it almost bled...

In the distance, the gray-robed old man, holding a sword, looked up at the mushroom clouds in the sky and said in amazement, "Are all the young people nowadays so fierce?"

In the dead silence, someone suddenly asked doubtfully, "We... won?"

"Did you win?"

"We won!"

"We won!"

In an instant, cheers at the top of the mountain spread all the way to all directions.

Many people couldn't help crying and cheered while crying.

Only then did they have time to weep for their fellow disciples and comrades who died in battle.

But they didn't know that ten cities in the south of the Yangtze River had already become ghost towns.

A speck of dust from the times, when it falls on a person's head, becomes a mountain...

(Volume 1: Fireworks in March in Yangzhou, End)

(End of this chapter)