The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 67 Second Stage

“…Come here!”

The roar was hoarse but crisp and clear, and every word was like the sound of metal and stone exploding.

I don’t know if the evil ghost in the black air really understood Wang Wen’s provocation.

Wang Wen, who was only seven feet tall, managed to project an arrogant and domineering posture that was really too eye-catching.

All that was heard was another furious roar erupting from the black air, and a billowing black energy burst out like a river bursting its banks, pouring down the long street from top to bottom...

Wang Wen, who was at the front of the crowd, saw this and instead of retreating, he roared and took another step forward: "Hah... for me, break it!"

He took a step forward, and a large amount of Yin Thunder as sticky as oil gushed out from his body, wrapping his entire body, as if another layer of armor had formed outside his triple armor.

Including the fine steel silver spear in his hand, it was also covered with a layer of Yin thunder in an instant.

He shook his steel gun frantically, breaking up the rolling black air that was coming towards him. With his own strength, he created a vacuum zone in the surging tide of black air and forcibly stabilized his body.

In the back, Zhao Zhiling, who was in charge of the battlefield, saw the black energy coming towards him like a tide. He calmly shouted loudly: "Raise the shield, use the talisman!"

Just as the armored men in the front row raised their heavy iron-clad shields and prepared to activate the Three Yang Talismans in their arms, a clear Buddhist chant suddenly sounded from the crowd behind them.

The next second, a warm and bright Buddha light, accompanied by the sound of slow chanting, illuminated everyone present, blocking the rolling black air in the nick of time.

"Thus have I heard, at one time the Buddha was in Trayastrimsa Heaven, preaching the Dharma to his mother. At that time, all the Buddhas and great Bodhisattvas in the innumerable worlds of the ten directions, countless in number, countless in number..."

When everyone turned around, they saw the skinny old monk who looked like a beggar and was begging for food, sitting cross-legged among the crowd. He had a calm expression, his hands clasped together, and was chanting scriptures. A dazzling Buddha light emanated from his whole body.

The black gas hit the Buddha's light like a raging storm, and the Buddha's light swayed and flickered, as if it could be shattered by the black gas at any time.

Just as Zhao Zhiling was hesitating whether to continue ordering the warriors in the front row to activate the Three Yang Talisman to relieve the burden on the nameless monk, he saw the wandering Taoist priest, holding a banner with the words "Iron Mouth Straight Cut" inscribed on it, slowly walked up to the nameless monk and gently leaned on the banner...

In an instant, a bright shadow of the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams formation quickly spread out with his foothold as the center, and then the eight gates rotated, and a pale golden formation shaped like an upside-down bowl rose silently, covering everyone present except Wang Wen.

With the addition of this formation, the flickering and swaying Buddha's light immediately stabilized.

Hundreds of people at the scene were about to breathe a sigh of relief when they saw a large group of ferocious, dark blue ghost babies fly out of the black air. With distorted faces, they pounced on the pale golden formation and bit it with their mouths wide open. Even though the bright Buddha light illuminated it, making it hiss and emit green smoke, they did not retreat a single step...

The formation barrier that had just been stabilized immediately began to ripple again!

Seeing this, Zhao Zhiling immediately shouted, "Archers, use the talisman..."

"Cough cough cough..."

An old voice interrupted Zhao Zhiling's cry: "Sir, let me try this time!"

Everyone looked in the direction they came from, and saw a hunchbacked old man wearing a white turban and a dark cotton-padded jacket. He struggled to open a wooden box half a man's height beside him, knocking on the edge of the box and whispering, "Young men, open your eyes..."

Then a series of "fluttering" sounds were heard, and a group of colorful figures rushed out of the wooden box like a flock of birds out of a cage, rushing towards the hideous ghost babies lying on the formation barrier.

When everyone looked again, they saw that the figures were actually paper figures cut out of various colored papers, holding realistic-looking paper knives and swords in their hands...

"Paper figurine?"

Someone who recognized the old man exclaimed in shock.

"Who is this gentleman?"

"You don't even know Paper Man Zhang? He's the most famous Yin-Yang master over at Tongsi Bridge. Eighty percent of all funeral-related business in this city goes through the Zhang family. I heard from the elders that his family has been Yin-Yang masters for generations... He was the one who personally took care of my second uncle's funeral."

"Wow, I've heard of him, but today is the first time I see him."

Even Zhao Zhiling was shocked as he looked up at the paper figures wielding paper knives and swords, fighting each ghost baby in a fierce battle. He thought to himself, "How could I have forgotten these extraordinary folk figures?"

Just as the paper figures and the ghosts were locked in a fierce battle, a Taoist priest with an immortal appearance, wearing an apricot-yellow Bagua robe and carrying a peach wood sword, stepped forward. He stroked his beard and exclaimed in admiration, "What a wonderful art of cutting paper into soldiers! I have traveled the world for over a decade and thought the art of Yin-Yang was long extinct. I never imagined I would see it in Yangzhou today... Please forgive my temporary itch to show off my skills. I would like to ask the head of the Zhang family to appreciate my 'Bean-Sowing Soldiers' technique..."

At the same time, Jiang Jin, standing on the left eaves, looked down at the various martial arts competing for attention on the battlefield, and exclaimed in admiration, "As the old saying goes, 'Every inch has its own strengths and weaknesses.' Compared to these time-honored and unique martial arts, we martial artists are truly far behind in slaying demons and monsters..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a round figure leap up with an agility that was inconsistent with his body shape, and swung a pair of fists as big as bowls, leaving afterimages all over the sky. The muffled sound of air explosion mixed with the powerful sound of fists blasting the ghost baby, like bursts of spring thunder, resounding through the air.

Jiang Jin looked closely and saw that it was the Beggar Gang leader Lin Baichuan, with a sullen face and angry eyes. He was flying like a flying goose among the black riders, punching wildly in the air and fighting in all directions.

He laughed dumbly, and was about to jump up to stop Lin Baichuan from taking the spotlight, when he heard Wang Wen's exasperated voice...

"Fuck, do you even know how to play?"

Wang Wen's face was throbbing with veins bulging as he wielded his spear wildly, crushing all the ghost babies and black energy that came his way. "The real boss is still in there, and you're already using all your skills after just one bluff? Still itching to use your skills? You idiot! We're fighting for our lives, boss, can you guys be serious?"

He was almost driven crazy by those show-offs behind him!

Hearing his angry shouts, the yellow-robed Taoist priest behind him grabbed a handful of soybean-like objects, blinked his eyes, and was too embarrassed to throw them away.

Jiang Jin, who was about to leap up and start a massacre, also smiled awkwardly, stroked his beard, and retreated to the eaves, lowering his eyebrows to avoid Huang Xingde's gloating eyes...

Those eccentric individuals were also touched by his furious attack, and a sense of respect naturally rose in their hearts. Many of them quietly approached Si Tianwei beside them and whispered, "Who is that lord? Has he always been so unruly?"

The Si Tianwei they found looked at them with a mixture of shock and contempt on their faces: "You've just arrived in Yangzhou, haven't you? You don't even recognize the Tiger King of Yangzhou?"

Wang Wen, who was fighting for his life in the front, naturally could not hear the chirping of crickets behind him.

'This can't go on like this! '

He said to himself in his heart that the fine steel silver spear in his hand was shaking and getting hot, but the rolling black gas coming towards him showed no sign of weakening. If it dragged on like this, even if his physical strength could hold on, he would not be able to withstand the fire in the government office.

Once the fire in the government office is completely extinguished, and the fire is delayed until the sun sets...

It’s going to be a lot of fun!

He made a prompt decision and shouted without even turning his head, "Er Gou, get me a gunpowder pack!"

"Coming!"

Xu Ergou's long response came from far away and quickly approached: "Brother, catch it!"

Wang Wen tilted his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a cloth bag as big as a washbasin rolling towards him.

He freed one hand and reached back, grabbing the gunpowder bag.

He held the gun in one hand and swung it vigorously, rolling over and looking at the gunpowder bag in his hand.

Xu Ergou's voice came from behind him at the right time: "Brother, Master Cheng said that the fuse can only burn three numbers at most!"

"got it!"

Wang Wen echoed loudly, clamping the gunpowder bag between his legs, and took out a fire lighter from his waist with one hand. He pushed the cap open with his thumb and blew, and a bright flame lit up: "You retreat quickly..." "Sizzle!"

The tinder ignited the gunpowder bag. Wang Wen threw away his gun, grabbed the gunpowder bag with both hands, and threw it with all his strength towards the towering ghost figure in the black air.

"boom."

There was a loud roar, and everyone present clearly saw a bright ball of fire explode from the rolling black air.

The entire black energy was shaken violently by the flames, and even the black energy rushing towards Wang Wen and the others paused for a moment...

Wang Wen took the opportunity to pick up his fine steel silver spear and looked up at the terrifying black shadow with anticipation.

Then an angry roar like that of a wounded wild beast was heard, and the terrifying black shadow finally walked out of the range of the rolling black air and appeared in the sight of everyone present.

Just one look and Wang Wen felt so nauseous that he retched, and goose bumps appeared on his crown like a heat rash.

But it was that terrifying black shadow that was as tall as three or four stories, covered with children's faces...

I don’t know how many children’s faces there are!

Maybe hundreds.

Maybe thousands...

Every face had a pair of painful, resentful eyes, crying and wailing...

Between the children's faces, there were countless hands and feet, as if they were hands and feet growing on the reefs, fluttering constantly as the terrifying black shadow moved.

Compared with this terrifying body, its green face and fangs covered with black and red scales seem somewhat ordinary.

"hiss……"

"vomit……"

"What the fuck is this?"

For a moment, the sounds of gasps and vomiting filled the crowd at the back.

Wang Wen had finally managed to suppress his urge to vomit, but the sounds of them vomiting made his throat churn.

But he didn't have time to throw up...

Because this terrifying evil spirit had already stepped out of the government office and was walking towards him.

The overwhelming pressure, like a tsunami, accompanied by a pungent and foul smell, hit him in the face.

Wang Wen's legs were shaking as he clutched the fine steel silver spear tightly. He mentally encouraged himself and cursed with gritted teeth, "What the hell is this Crusou...Brother Xian!"

He roared hysterically without even turning his head.

Cheng Xian roared at the top of his lungs, and a voice came from behind: "Here they come, hold on!"

"I'm holding on, I'm holding on, I'm holding on... I can't hold on any longer!"

Wang Wen roared with veins popping out of his head, and jumped two feet high like a flea, and suddenly a dark thunder burst out from his body.

At this moment, there was only an angry roar echoing in his mind: "Go ahead and smack that bastard in the face!"

Looking at his imposing and inhuman figure, countless people behind him exclaimed inwardly, "What the hell!" and muttered, "What is he going to do?"

"Grass mud horse!"

Wang Wen roared with anger and stabbed the chest of the terrifying figure with his gun.

The large amount of dark thunder surrounding him gathered onto the gun from all directions at the moment he raised his gun.

"Boom."

The pitch-black steel gun stabbed into the chest of the terrifying black shadow, instantly creating a hole as big as a millstone, causing the ghost to stagger back a step.

The exhausted Wang Wen was also grabbed by its claws as big as millstones. The cold Yin Qi that chilled his bones instantly penetrated his protective Yin Thunder and swarmed into his body through the 20,000 pores around his body...

At the critical moment, a light golden blade energy fell from the sky and cut off the beast's claws with one blow.

"Go!"

Wang Wen, with a black face, rolled to the ground in a panic with his gun. Before he could see who was the one who swung the knife, the solemn and thin face of his master uncle appeared in front of him.

The hundreds of people who were on high alert in the rear saw Jiang Jin step forward with an expressionless face, grab one of the thighs of Wang Wen who was still struggling, drag him like a dead pig, and turn around to run towards them.

As the world spun around, Wang Wen strained to look behind him. All he saw was a round, sturdy figure, dragging a half-height guillotine shaped like a door panel, striding towards the terrifying ghost...

The fierce scene of trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm frightened him so much that he woke up instantly. Shivering with cold, he shouted urgently, "Quick, retreat! The explosives are coming soon!"

The round figure that was about to fly towards the evil spirit trembled with fear at the word "explosives". Without thinking, it turned around and ran away. In a few breaths, it caught up with them...

As the three men were running for their lives, more than a dozen bulls with black cloths covering their faces and burning flames hanging from their tails ran past them, dragging more than a dozen carts at full speed.

Almost at the moment when the two of them were immersed in the formation barrier, two explosions with very short intervals were heard from behind, especially the second explosion, which shook the ground three times!

"Bang...bang!"

The explosion flames formed by 800 kilograms of gunpowder mixed with 40 barrels of incendiary oil rushed up to the height of more than ten stories and completely engulfed the terrifying evil spirit!

The powerful shock wave swept through and overturned all the houses within a radius of dozens of feet. The air waves swept up countless green tiles and made them fly all over the sky like a swarm of locusts.

The formation barrier that protected everyone was also shattered with a "bo" sound under the powerful impact of the shock wave.

The nameless monk and the wandering Taoist priest both spat out a mouthful of blood...

But the formation barrier at least offset some of the shock wave.

Furthermore, the armored warriors in the front row had already raised their large iron shields and were ready for battle when the Fire Bull Formation broke out of the formation barrier...

In the end, although the hundreds of people in the formation barrier were still stunned by the shock wave, they managed to maintain the formation and did not fall down.

When Wang Wen got up from the ground, shaking his head, he saw in the extinguished firelight a miserable ghost that was at least half as short as its head, its body in tatters, and even its ghost face had at least half disappeared. It raised its head and roared silently, emitting a large amount of blood light again, covering them with overwhelming...

The scene before him looked familiar to him!
He immediately drew a long sword from the waist of a Si Tianwei beside him and shouted excitedly: "The BOSS has entered the second stage. Gentlemen, revenge is needed, grievances are needed, shoulder to shoulder!"

(End of this chapter)