The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 68 Times have changed
"Fire arrows!"

After Wang Wen finished speaking, he was about to rush forward with a knife in hand when he heard Zhao Zhiling's powerful shout from behind him.

In an instant, a dim light accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air passed over his head.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a rocket passing over his head, accurately hitting the evil ghost in the blood light, and instantly turning it into a hedgehog.

Then, the feather arrows wrapped with the Three Yang Talismans exploded a second time, transforming into balls of pale golden flames that smeared the evil spirit. The evil spirit's silent roar suddenly became tangible. As the blood light surged wildly, its tall figure suddenly disappeared in the blood light...

"clang!"

A rusty door panel knife swept across the afterimage of the evil spirit and chopped heavily on the bluestone floor, splashing bright sparks.

It was not until this time that Wang Wen finally saw clearly that the big knife did not look like a guillotine at all, it was clearly a guillotine for cutting grass!

Lin Baichuan, the one swinging the knife, now held a piece of grass in his crooked mouth. His round face no longer had the deep and calm expression it once had, only a deep-seated arrogance and ferocity...

"Watch out!"

Zhao Zhiling, who was watching the entire battlefield from behind, saw the evil spirit disappear and calmly shouted, "This evil spirit can switch between real and fake. It's best for you heroes to form two or two. Don't let it take advantage of you... Be careful!"

The tall and evil ghost that had just disappeared suddenly appeared behind Lin Baichuan and chopped down on his head with one claw. The five shiny black claws looked like a claw-shaped strange weapon under the jumping flames.

In a flash, Lin Baichuan turned around and swung his sword as if he had eyes on his vest, sweeping across the enemy with a powerful and sweeping move to meet the claws of the evil ghost.

When the knife and claws met, the evil ghost's huge body like a mountain of flesh disappeared again. The guillotine slashed through the air again with a muffled sound of air explosion, and hit the bluestone ground heavily. With a "clang" sound, it broke into three sections.

At the moment when the guillotine broke, the evil ghost suddenly appeared behind Lin Baichuan, and with one claw, it went straight to the dragon's back and grabbed Lin Baichuan's vest...

But this time, even if Lin Baichuan, who was used to the old moves, noticed the evil wind behind him, it was obviously too late to turn around.

Fortunately, he is not fighting alone!
Then a slender figure with long fluttering sleeves descended from the sky and swung a deep blue palm force in the air.

"Oh!"

The palm force as big as a millstone fell on the evil ghost who was also unable to avoid it, making it burst into juice all over. It flew back and disappeared again in the thick blood light.

The powerful palm force landed on the ground, leaving a clear five-fingered palm print on the bluestone bar!

Zhao Zhiling, who was standing behind, saw that Jiang Jin had injured the evil spirit and was greatly encouraged. He shouted, "Sword and shield soldiers, activate the Three Yang Talisman, form a circular formation, move forward three meters, attract the evil spirit, and create conditions for you heroes to kill it with one strike!"

"mighty!"

When the hundreds of armored warriors in the front row heard his military order, they all slapped their chests and activated the Three Yang Talismans in their arms. Then, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, they hit the iron-clad shield with their steel swords, shouting "mighty", and formed a formation and advanced step by step into the bloody den of ghosts.

Wang Wen stood at the edge of the bloody den with a knife in his hand, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, more than a hundred sword and shield soldiers advanced steadily towards the center of the bloody ghost den. Just as they were about to drop their shields, they saw three or four phantoms of evil spirits suddenly appear around the circle.

In an instant, the sound of sharp blades cutting flesh and blood filled the air.

Beneath the demon's ten dagger-like black claws, the sturdy iron shield seemed like tofu dregs, and the chain mail and armor seemed like two layers of thin cloth. Every time it swung its claws, it would tear off several broken limbs and rip out intestines...

In the blink of an eye, sticky blood plasma sprayed everywhere!
But these sword and shield soldiers were indeed elite soldiers who had experienced many battles. When they suddenly suffered such a cruel blow, not one of them threw down his sword and shield and turned around to run away and scream. Instead, they tried their best to raise their large shields to protect their whole bodies, while shrinking their formation and swinging their swords forward with all their might.

The results speak for themselves.

Just now, when facing the two martial arts masters Lin Baichuan and Jiang Jin, he was just an ugly ghost with slightly strange movements and hard to guard against...

At this moment, in front of these elite soldiers, it was like the god of death. Every time it appeared, it would take away two or three lives. Even if Lin Baichuan and Jiang Jin tried their best to shuttle back and forth above the circle, they could not be faster than that evil ghost!
Among the hundreds of sword and shield soldiers, one third fell down in the blink of an eye!

Even more terrifying was that everyone on the periphery could clearly see the blood flowing from these sword and shield warriors being rapidly sucked away by the swirling blood light, and the edges of the bloody ghost den were also wriggling and expanding as the blood was sucked into dried blood scabs...

'Trouble is, this son of a bitch isn't a tank warrior, it's a void assassin!'

Wang Wen was forced back two steps by the expanding bloody ghost den, feeling somewhat helpless and worried.

Then, he turned to look at Zhao Zhiling, who was standing on top of the carriage, presiding over the battle. He saw that guy staring at the sword and shield soldiers being slaughtered with his eyes wide open and a ferocious expression on his face. His eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing...

Wang Wen didn't know how the generals of this era commanded their troops in battle.

He only saw that Zhao Zhiling had no other tricks left!
"He is indeed a natural-born ox and horse!"

He cursed in his heart, bent his knees and jumped two feet high, rushing into the bloody ghost den, waving his hand and gushing out a large amount of oil-like Yin Lei, pouring it on the heads of those sword and shield soldiers.

"Everyone, follow my command!"

Veins bulged from his forehead as he shouted, "All sword and shield soldiers, listen up! Step on my Yin Lei and exit the ghost den in an orderly manner... Grandmaster, five feet to your left!"

Jiang Jin, who was running back and forth on the big shield, turned around and slapped out without hesitation when he heard this.

The azure palm force flew out, and grew as the wind blew, turning into a palm force as big as a carriage and flying past the big shield.

"Boom."

A burly black shadow flew backwards with juice splattering and disappeared in a flash.

Wang Wen landed in the middle of a field of Yin thunder, his arms drooping, still emitting a steady stream of Yin thunder, striving to expand its coverage area. The shimmering blood light around him also surged, squeezing the pitch-black Yin thunder. Where the two met, a constant "chi chi chi" corrosion sound could be heard...

He definitely couldn't compare the area with the bloody ghost den of this evil ghost.

Although the ghost's lair was engulfed in fire, cutting off its source of power, and the ghost itself was half killed by the homemade bomb, the ghost den it created was still as big as one and a half basketball courts.

Even if he blew himself into pieces, he still couldn't cover such a large area!
Moreover, the blood in the ghost cave was still corroding his Yin Lei...

He just wanted to create a safe enough area to send these sword and shield soldiers out of the ghost den. If they stayed in the ghost den, they would only be a burden to Jiang Jin and Lin Baichuan.

"Boss Lin, on the head!"

Wang Wen tried his best to amplify his perception and kept an eye on any movement within the area covered by the Yin Lei.

When Lin Baichuan heard Wang Wen's loud shout, he used the Overlord Giant Cauldron without thinking and punched out with a thunderous sound of air explosion.

"Bang." The khaki fist force flashed and the black shadow exploded again and flew back, disappearing into the blood.

Before Wang Wen could breathe a sigh of relief, the hairs on the back of his head suddenly exploded. Without thinking, he swung the long sword wrapped in heavy Yin thunder and slashed it towards his upper right side.

"Thorn."

A green smoke emerged from the void, and the black shadow retreated as soon as it was touched, leaving Wang Wen no chance to get entangled at all.

After beating the evil ghost with one blow, Wang Wen's heart sank instead of being happy. He shouted, "Everyone, be careful! This ghost has grown some brains. Don't treat it like a wild beast anymore!"

"Cough cough..."

A weak, old voice seemed to come from outside the ghost cave: "It must be the big firecracker that Lord Wang just used. It cleared away the resentment of most of the boys and girls who had accumulated in this evildoer. Without the suppression of those resentments, this evildoer's spiritual wisdom has naturally recovered a little..."

The person who spoke was none other than Zhang, the Paper Man, who had just released a sky full of paper men to resist the ghost baby.

After hearing this, Wang Wen suddenly realized something and didn't think much about it.

Huang Xingde, however, was not happy with this and said in a deep voice, "Old Zhang, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything you want. My son risked his life to set up this scheme to slay demons and exorcise evil spirits, but how come you're saying it as if he was deliberately helping this evil spirit?"

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the paper man Zhang in confusion.

Zhang the Paper Figure quickly responded, "This old man made a slip of the tongue. I beg Master Huang to forgive me and not to take it personally... You all don't know, but resentment to ghosts is like a tiger's or wolf's medicine to an octogenarian: in moderation, it's a tonic; in excess, it's a poison."

"I wonder which vicious, inhumane monster raised this evil creature? He actually risked the wrath of the world and took so many young boys and girls into the formation to refine their souls. Fortunately, the formation was interrupted, and this evil creature was unable to refine the resentment of all the boys and girls..."

"Otherwise, this evil creature will transform into a den of ghosts and become a demon king the moment it is born. By then, no one in the righteous world will be able to subdue this evil creature except the three purple-robed Heavenly Masters of the Three Mountains Talisman."

"It's precisely because the formation was interrupted that this evil was attacked by the resentful energy of the young boys and girls. After being born, it became ignorant and beast-like..."

"But in my opinion, this scourge has already become a major threat. This little bit of resentment can only hold it back temporarily, not forever. If left unchecked, it will sooner or later use this overwhelming resentment for its own benefit, compensating for its premature emergence."

"Besides, since that demon who raises ghosts can do such a big thing, he definitely won't sit idly by..."

"No matter how you look at it, Lord Wang's heroic act today is a benevolent act that saved the people of the city from imminent danger. This old man has nothing but admiration for Lord Wang and absolutely no intention of slandering him!"

The old man had obviously seen through the clues long ago. When he spoke of this inference, his words were clear and crisp, without any assumptions. He acted like an authoritative person who said, "My words are facts and truth."

Huang Xingde actually loved hearing these words. He clapped his hands, squinted his eyes, suppressed the corners of his twitching mouth, and said loudly: "We have always said that in the funeral business in Yangzhou City, your Zhang family is the most upright. You never get involved in corrupt practices and make money by doing evil things!"

Paper man Zhang Yi smiled and clasped his fists from a distance.

At that moment, the yellow-robed Taoist stroked his beard and said, "My opinion coincides with what the Zhang family leader said. This evil creature... I'm afraid it's even surpassed the level of a Condensed Spirit Ghost General. I've practiced for many years, but I've only seen glimpses of such powerful ghosts in the texts of my Ziyang Sect ancestors. Today, I can actually see it with my own eyes. I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse!"

"More than just a ghost general?"

Zhang the Paper Man shook his head and said, "Gathering evil to create a three-mile ghost den, condensing yin to create a four-meter ghost body, and even moving clouds to cover an entire city, with the formation of this disaster at the beginning of its emergence, it is probably only one step away from the Ghost King's daily journey... Lord Wang's big firecracker is simply a stroke of genius!"

The yellow-robed Taoist also nodded and agreed, "Yes, times have changed. We who uphold justice and ward off evil should also keep pace with the times..."

"Big guys, aren't you guys done talking yet?"

Wang Wen's weak voice interrupted the conversation of several people. When everyone heard the voice, they turned around and found that the executioners had successfully withdrawn from the ghost den.

Wang Wen, who had single-handedly fought against the demonic force, was now sweating profusely and his face was as pale as paper. "If you don't come up with a solution, we'll have to retreat first... We really can't hold on any longer!"

He was not in good condition. Jiang Jin and Lin Baichuan, who were protecting him, were both breathing heavily at this moment. Their moves were no longer as fierce and vigorous as at the beginning.

It is too difficult for them, who are good at head-on confrontation, to fight against a player who can become invisible, dematerialize, and teleport. They can't even use one tenth of their powerful strength!
The people outside the ghost cave, seeing the three of them like this, also became a little anxious...

Zhao Zhiling: "Zhengyong, where's the gunpowder? Any more?"

Cheng Xian: "No, Erhu ordered that we only have one chance to blow it up... Erhu, will setting it on fire still work?"

Wang Wen: "What do you think?"

At the right moment, Lin Baichuan said in a deep voice, "Masters, do you have any way to restrain this evil spirit? It doesn't need to take long, just a snap of a finger will be enough!"

When Wang Wen heard this, he immediately glanced at him with vigilance: "What? You want to take my head?"

Everyone was at a loss as to what to do, racking their brains and looking at each other.

In the silence, a long sigh was suddenly heard.

"Fool, oh fool, knowing there's a tiger in the mountain, yet you still go there..."

The wandering Taoist priest holding the banner walked out of the crowd with his head down, pinching his fingers dejectedly, and walked slowly towards the ghost den: "Just one finger snap, one more and I will immediately run away!"

As he was speaking, he made a sword finger with his hand and was about to shout when a bright yellow Buddha light suddenly illuminated the blood light in front of him.

The wandering Taoist looked back and saw a ragged old monk standing quietly behind him, emitting a hazy Buddha light that dispelled the swirling blood.

The wandering Taoist priest was overjoyed. He nodded and bowed, turned sideways, and made a "please" gesture towards the ghost cave: "Old friend, if you are willing to go all the way, I will be much more relieved!"

The old monk looked at him with a sad face, then walked into the den of ghosts in silence.

In an instant, blood seemed like a group of dancing snakes and swarming towards them.

However, the thin layer of Buddha's light on the old monk's body blocked it firmly at a distance of one foot. Wherever he walked, the blood light retreated.

The wandering Taoist priest, holding a banner and waving his sleeves, followed the old monk like a shadow, walking step by step towards Wang Wen and others in the center of the den of evil.

Wang Wen stared at the old monk's footsteps. Every time the old monk took a step forward, he would retract some of the Yin Thunder. By the time the old monk reached him, he had already taken back most of the Yin Thunder into his body. The light feeling of kidney...pah, the feeling of physical weakness, had mostly dissipated.

The old monk opened his cloudy eyes, nodded slightly at Wang Wen, and then sat down cross-legged with his bowl in his hand, and a faint Buddha light slowly spread out.

The wandering Taoist priest stood beside the old monk and lightly tapped the shield, and the huge Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams formation expanded rapidly!
The Bagua formation plate was seen turning silently with a "click", and a burly black shadow was squeezed out from the void.

(End of this chapter)