The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 85 Out of sight, out of mind

The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the winding mountain road of Huangshan.

Wang Wen lay comfortably on the black bull's back with his head in his arms, gazing at the starry sky, letting the black bull carry him over mountains and across rivers... Not to mention, the bull's back is more spacious than a horse's, and the riding experience is quite good.

After going back to get a matching saddle and soft couch for Hei Niu, Wang Wen feels that in the future, when he travels, he can just lie down on the ox's back and take him to his destination... Isn't this more Shan Hai Jing than any Shan Hai Jing divine chariot?

As for the fact that cows’ running speed and endurance are far inferior to war horses, that is not a problem at all!
This thing has already become a monster, so it must be stronger than an ordinary warhorse, right?
Moreover, demons can cultivate...

"Mom, your eldest son has made great progress. He has even achieved the status of a god!"

He was feeling very proud and asked nonchalantly, "Erniu, what good things do you think are in that treasure cave?"

This name made the black ox carrying him and Chen Sandao floating in the sky all stunned.

Chen Sandao was speechless: "Fuck, it really is Hei Erniu?"

Black Ox was overjoyed: "Thank you for the name, Master... Master, I don't know what's in that cave. I just remember that I and those stupid cows and horses carried heavy things into that cave for half a month."

"Now that I've been given a name, you won't kill me for meat so easily, right?"

It said to itself happily.

Wang Wen thought about it and continued to ask, "Could it be weapons, armor, food, and supplies?"

Hei Erniu pondered for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Master, I really don't know. I just remember that those things had a strange smell..."

"Strange smell?"

Wang Wen raised his eyebrows: "It can't be stinky tofu, right?"

"laugh--"

Chen Sandao, who was floating in the air, laughed out loud.

Wang Wen rolled his eyes. "What are you laughing at? I still remember how you were scared to death by Erniu just now. I'll tell you about it when I get back!"

Chen Sandao couldn't laugh anymore and tried to argue, "Can you blame me for this? I just walked in and hadn't seen anything clearly yet, and this bastard rushed towards me with a bang. It's so big, who wouldn't feel scared when seeing it?"

Hearing this, Wang Wen couldn't help but pat the black bull under him and said, "By the way, Erniu, how did you find out about the three knives? Can you see ghosts?"

Hei Erniu: "Master, are you talking about the farmhand named Sanda? I can see him..."

"The bull's eye looks down on the ghost!"

Chen Sandao said angrily: "I am the head horse under your master, not a farmhand!"

Hei Erniu had no idea what a "head horse" meant, so he could only understand it literally. He immediately laughed and said, "It's all the same, all the same..."

"The cattle and horses are worse than farmhands!"

It said in its heart.

Chen Sandao was about to argue with it again, but Wang Wen interrupted him: "I remember that Sandao went in stealthily. Were you able to see it?"

Hei Erniu shook his head: "I don't know!"

Wang Wen nodded in surprise at Chen Sandao in mid-air: "Sandao, try to become invisible."

Ghosts usually have two forms. The first is the human form that Chen Sandao has now. Even people who don’t have the ability to see ghosts can see him with their naked eyes.

The second way is to transform into a stream of Yin energy. In this form, one needs the Yin-Yang eyes to see him. Even Wang Wen, when his Yin spirit does not leave his body, can only detect his existence with his spiritual sense.

However, the Yin-Yang Eyes are not only able to see invisible ghosts, but also have certain abilities to dispel illusions and reveal the truth.

It’s just like the gray fog and ghost den last night. With the naked eye, you could only see a town with green tiles and white walls, but after using the City God’s order to break the ghost’s illusion, you could see hundreds of evil spirits.

However, the City God Order's ability to break illusions is only effective against ghosts.

If the caster were any other living creature, the City God's Order would probably be useless.

If the eyes of the Black Ox had the ability to dispel delusion and reveal the truth...

That would be a real treasure!

Chen Sandao followed his instructions, turned around on the spot, and disappeared.

Wang Wen scanned the area with his naked eyes and found no trace of the fellow. "Erniu, can you see Sanda?"

Hei Erniu stopped and nodded his head in response: "Of course, isn't he right in front of me?"

Wang Wen: “Three swords.”

Chen Sandao slowly appeared in front of Hei Erniu, changing into a green-faced and fang-toothed appearance to scare Hei Erniu.

Wang Wen was overjoyed when he saw this. He patted the ox's back and whispered, "Good ox, you're more promising than this fellow. Follow me and I'll do you no harm!"

Hei Erniu excitedly shook his head and wagged his tail: "Thank you for the praise, Master. I will definitely serve you well in the future. If you say go east, I will definitely not go west. If you say chase chickens, I will definitely not chase dogs..."

Chen Sandao: "It's bad, it's coming towards me!"

Three strange-looking creatures laughed and cursed as they crossed mountains and rivers and arrived at a cliff that was two or three hundred feet high.

Hei Erniu: "Master, the cave is halfway up the mountain."

Wang Wen looked up at the towering cliff and exclaimed, "Oh my god!" "It's so high. How am I supposed to get down from there?"

Chen Sandao volunteered: "Brother, let me touch it first and see if there is any oil or water, then we can go in..."

Wang Wen nodded, and then added a note of worry: "Be alert and pay attention to safety. If you see something is wrong, retreat immediately. I'll be there to support you."

After hearing this, Chen Sandao subconsciously felt that his elder brother was becoming more and more nagging. Every time they went out to do something, his elder brother would have to mutter these words.

But on second thought, he suddenly realized that his eldest brother never seemed to have rigidly required them to accomplish anything. Whenever he assigned them a task, he would tell them to put their lives first, and whether they could accomplish it or not was irrelevant...

On the contrary, whenever the eldest brother encountered a tough or difficult battle, he would rush to the front and fight for his life as if it was his natural right and reasonable, and he never seemed to despise them for not being able to help.

His words were rather harsh, like "life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God" and "if you have no ability, you can't blame anyone when you die", as if he was heartless and unkind.

But when he gets things done, he always shares the good times with others and takes on the difficulties himself.

Comparing it this way, it seems like they are the big brothers...

Chen Sandao looked at Wang Wen with complicated eyes, turned around and flew towards the middle of the mountain.

Wang Wen lay on the ox's back, holding a steel gun in one hand, staring at the mountainside, ready to respond at any time.

After a while, Chen Sandao's figure flew out from the mountain wall and fell straight down like a feather.

Wang Wen quickly sat up: "How is it? Is there any progress?"

Chen Sandao hesitated. "I can't explain it clearly, brother. There's a formation in that cave. I didn't dare get close. I only saw a fancy stone coffin in the middle of it..."

Wang Wen instantly grasped the key words, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Formation? Coffin?"

Chen Sandao said quickly, "Don't be impatient. Listen to me first. There are many people guarding the cave inside and outside, and the breathing sounds of many people are so faint that I almost didn't sense them. They must be martial arts masters. Moreover, the cave is a gourd cave, and the entrance is extremely narrow. Once the entrance is blocked, it will be difficult to rush out..."

"Don't be afraid of me! I'm a martial artist and invulnerable to swords and spears. Who can stop me?"

Wang Wen couldn't wait to pull off the dragon bone on his waist and put it on the ox's back: "Erniu, please keep this treasure for me first, the master will be back soon!"

Hei Erniu said quickly: "Master, don't worry. As long as the cow is there, the treasure is there. Even if the cow is not there, the treasure will definitely still be there..."

"That's it!"

Wang Wen jumped up, like a big horse swinging in the mountains and forests, and climbed up the cliff with ease, with the fine steel silver spear sticking to his back, as if tied to his back by an invisible rope.

Halfway up, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Chen Sandao floating beside him: "Why are you following me here to cause trouble? Go down and stay there quietly, and wait for me to pick you up!"

Chen Sandao stiffened his neck and said unconvincedly, "How am I causing trouble? I can't beat those people, so I should just lead them away, right?"

Wang Wen thought about it and said reluctantly: "Then you should be smart and avoid people when you see them. Don't let them punch you to death..."

Chen Sandao: ...

The man and the ghost quickly rushed to the middle of the mountain. Chen Sandao said "Wait" and floated up past Wang Wen angrily.

Wang Wen was hanging under a crooked tree, looking up with some worry.

After a while, I heard loud shouts mixed with the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from above my head.

"who?"

"Come on!"

"Don't let him run away..."

Wang Wen pricked up his ears and listened to the footsteps above fade away. Then he pulled the crooked old tree with his arms and suddenly exerted force, and the whole person bounced upwards.

"Boom."

Wang Wen landed on the edge of a winding mountain path. He gripped his rifle in his large hand, glanced around, and then, like a leopard, rushed toward the cave to his right. The cave was indeed as Chen Sandao had described, a gourd-shaped cavern. The entrance was dark and narrow, barely wide enough for two people to pass side by side. After a few dozen steps, the view suddenly opened up. A natural cavern, half the size of a football field and covered in stalactites, was illuminated brilliantly by a flood of fire!
There were hundreds of figures scattered in the cave. Among them were Taoist priests in black with a Taoist bun on their heads and tattoos all over their faces, monks in white with skull bone prayer beads, and the majority were warriors in tight-fitting clothes with sharp blades hanging from their waists.

These people sat together in groups of three or five, some chatting in low voices, some eating and drinking loudly, it was like a group of demons dancing wildly!
As soon as Wang Wen, a burly figure in black and red armor, rushed out from the entrance, he attracted the attention of countless people.

After Wang Wen rushed into the cave, he quickly glanced around and his eyes were instantly attracted by the formation in the center of the cave...

He saw the formation, which was composed of a large number of two-foot-high flags arranged in a formation that Wang Wen could not understand. On each flag was a fine Taoist cloud seal painted in blood. In the center of the formation was a boiling pool of blood. Above the pool of blood was a gorgeous stone coffin with carvings of dragons and phoenixes, and inlaid with a large amount of gold, silver and gems. It was suspended in the air by eight iron chains.

And just as he saw the magic circle clearly, the City God's Order popped out from his eyes again, emitting a faint golden light that illuminated his vision.

Through this layer of faint golden light, he clearly saw the layers of human faces in the pool of blood, which were madly and tragically rising and falling as the blood pool surged...

That scene... was bloody, cruel, weird and terrifying!
"vomit……"

Wang Wen retched several times due to physical discomfort, and cursed loudly in a broken voice: "Fuck beast, beast!"

"How brave!"

All the figures looking at him suddenly came to their senses, roared angrily, overturned the table in front of them, grabbed swords and spears, and rushed towards Wang Wen.

Wang Wen lowered his eyes. He had tried his best not to look at the formation, but the strong urge to vomit in his heart was still stimulating him, giving him goose bumps one after another. He tightly grasped the fine steel silver spear and gasped for breath: "Beast..."

In a flash, hundreds of figures rushed to Wang Wen's front. Some formed a formation of three or five and advanced with swords and spears, while others leaped into the air and descended from the sky, filling all the space in front of Wang Wen.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Wang Wen seemed to be able to clearly see the brutal grins on all of their faces.

Although no one was shouting, he seemed to hear the deafening and rampant laughter: "Little bastard, I've caught you, haven't you..."

"Ah ah ah..."

The intense physical discomfort mixed with the rage like a volcanic eruption overwhelmed the rationality in his heart in an instant. He roared hysterically like a mad beast, and suddenly his body erupted with terrifying crimson palace thunder that was so intense that all the White Lotus demons who pounced on him subconsciously closed their eyes. In the blink of an eye, it illuminated... everyone's skeleton!
Almost in an instant, most of the White Lotus Sect demons fell silent.

Only a few scattered, heart-wrenching howls remained, echoing over and over again in this cave...

After two snaps of the fingers, the lightning suddenly went out.

Wang Wen's face was ashen as he stood in the middle of a pile of fallen corpses with a strong smell of burnt smoke rising from them. His eyes were red as he looked at the only three standing figures left in the cave.

The three figures were also emitting green smoke, and each of them was at least five or six feet away from him. They all held their weapons tightly, staring at him with horror on their faces...

Among more than a hundred monks, Taoists and laymen, only these three warriors survived.

The rest, no matter they were evil cultivators or demonic monks, were all killed by the terrifying Crimson Palace Thunder without exception!

It seems that when it comes to taking a beating, martial artists who train their muscles, bones and skin externally and their breathing internally are better.

"They are all dead..."

Wang Wen's eyes were red as he spoke slowly, "Why are you still alive?"

As he spoke, the swords and knives scattered on the ground flew up one after another, floating in front of him, with their sharp blades pointing directly at the three warriors.

"Gudong."

Someone swallowed, and the sound was unusually clear in the cave.

"General, please allow me to report."

A middle-aged swordsman wearing a golden crown and with a handsome appearance forced a smile and said rudely: "We are all good men. We are willing to serve the thief for the sake of..."

"Fuck you!"

Wang Wen interrupted his nonsense with a ferocious look, and tried his best to stimulate his mind. In an instant, dozens of swords and knives shot towards the three people like arrows.

The three men were horrified and jumped up at the same time, swinging their weapons desperately to push away the dense swords and knives coming towards them.

However, they didn't expect that these swords and knives seemed to have spirits. After being pushed away by them, they turned around and shot back again. Dozens of sharp blades flew up and down around the three people, making them panic and exhausted, and unable to escape at all.

The middle-aged swordsman saw that the situation was not going well and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Union..."

"Pfft!"

Wang Wen, who had arrived in front of him at some point, pierced his throat with a spear, turned around, picked up the body of the middle-aged swordsman, and smashed it hard at the adjacent white-clothed swordsman.

When the white-robed swordsman saw such a large hidden weapon flying towards him, he shouted without thinking and swung his ghost-head sword to chop the flying corpse into two pieces.

But at the moment when the body was split in two, a flash of cold light shot out, brushed against the back of his knife, and pierced his throat with a "chi" sound.

The body of the swordsman in white froze instantly. He lowered his head and looked at the steel gun in front of his throat in disbelief, with endless regret in his eyes.

"Pfft!"

Wang Wen shook the steel gun expressionlessly, and the sharp tip of the gun shook rapidly, cutting off the head of the white-clothed swordsman like a sharp blade cutting tofu.

He leaped up and with a mid-air kick, he lifted the white-robed swordsman's head, which was still open-eyed, towards the last old man who was holding a long stick and whose muscles and bones were as strong as the roots of an old tree.

Seeing the last two helpers killed one after another, the old man with the stick knew that there was no way he would escape death today. He used the Great Sage's Mountain-Splitting Move and smashed the white-robed swordsman's head with his stick. With his eyes bulging, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "I won't accept this, I won't accept this..."

Before he could finish his acceptance speech, dozens of soldiers' swords pierced his body from all directions, instantly turning him into a hedgehog.

"Puff".

The old man with the stick fell heavily to the ground, his old face turned upwards, his eyes wide open as he stared at the dome of the cave, his eyes filled with a deep sense of unwillingness: "I was only one step away from living another life..."

Wang Wen put away his gun, turned around and looked at the suspended sarcophagus, his eyes grim: "You are the only one left..."

The sarcophagus hung quietly in the air, without any reaction.

Wang Wen had no intention of opening the coffin to see what kind of bastard was lying inside. He took a long breath, held the steel gun in his backhand and made a javelin throwing gesture, desperately squeezing out all the Crimson Palace Thunder Qi in his body.

A flash of lightning slowly appeared on the body of the fine steel silver spear, and then quickly became bright, dazzling, and blazing...

Wang Wen's face first turned red, then gradually became ferocious, thick blue veins appeared on his forehead, and the pupils of his eyes shrank to the size of soybeans.

"break!"

He roared and threw the gun with all his strength.

There was a flash of lightning, and the steel gun pierced through the sarcophagus without any suspense.

In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared, illuminating the entire cave as if it were daytime!
"what……"

Amid the deafening thunder, a frightened and shrill woman's wail was heard fleetingly.

The two iron chains of the suspended sarcophagus suddenly broke, and the sarcophagus slammed heavily into the blood pool below. Blood splashed several feet high, and all the flags lit up with a turbid yellow light and broke at the same time.

The next second, the entire cave suddenly began to shake and countless stalactites fell.

Seeing this, Wang Wen hurriedly called back his gun and stumbled out of the cave with his exhausted body.

When he rushed to the front of the passage, he couldn't help but look back. Through the City God's order that was being calculated, he clearly saw countless wronged souls wailing above the blood pool, dancing and dissipating in the falling rocks...

"A crime!"

He murmured softly with a heavy heart, turned around and rushed into the dark and narrow passage.

……

At the same time, in the center of the White Lotus Sect's Vacuum Homeland, located atop Lotus Peak, the white-browed old monk sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in shock and anger, "Who is it?"

Beneath the lotus platform, countless monks in white robes were startled awake from their meditation, kneeling on the ground trembling, not daring to utter a word.

The old monk with white eyebrows stretched out his right hand with a sullen expression, and his five fingers moved rapidly.

After more than ten breaths, his five fingers that were pinching were suddenly bounced away by an invisible force.

"Ok?"

He frowned deeply in displeasure, raised his left hand in disbelief, and formed a lotus seal, muttering to himself, "Mother of No Birth, the Homeland of True Emptiness... Duh!"

He roared and placed the lotus seal on the palm of his right hand, and then the five fingers of his right hand moved rapidly again.

After a few breaths, he suddenly raised his head with a look of horror on his face.

"Kacha!"

There was a deafening roar of thunder, and a purple bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl descended from the night sky. It passed through the vacuum homeland at lightning speed and struck the white-browed old monk precisely on the head.

However, the purple lightning as thick as a bowl made the white-browed old monk cry out in pain and fall directly off the lotus platform.

Even the entire vacuum hometown shook violently, and a large number of white-robed monk ghosts wailed and disappeared, and the space was directly reduced by one-fifth!

……

At the same time, the three masters of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Tianshi, Jin Ping Zhenren of Gezhao Sect, and Hun Kun Zhenren of Maoshan Sect all woke up from their meditation and looked at the top of Lotus Peak in shock and confusion.

"Purple Sky Divine Thunder?"

(End of this chapter)