The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 93: The Final Battle at the Top of Mount Huangshan (Part )

"Thorn."

The moment Wang Wen charged into the crowd, a ball of surging crimson palace thunder erupted from his body, covering most of the peak.

The dazzling electric light illuminated the densely packed stiff figures.

The lightning went out, and large groups of figures fell heavily to the ground with smoke rising. The mountaintop, which was crowded with people a second ago, was now reduced to only a dozen figures who could barely stand.

Wang Wen looked around, his mind moving. A flash of light, too bright to be seen with the naked eye, shot out from his hair, moving as fast as lightning between the standing figures one after another...

Wherever he passed, every terrified face froze, pupils dilating rapidly.

"Boom."

A muffled and violent sound attracted Wang Wen's attention.

He turned his head and saw a burly middle-aged Taoist wearing a gray-white Taoist robe and with a face full of flesh. He was holding an ancient peach wood sword and pointing it at a ball of fire with a look of fear on his face. Outside the fire, only the yang needle was shaken away.

Judging from the situation, it seems that this Taoist detonated a talisman, blocking the Yang needle...

Wang Wen calmly glanced at the entire mountain top with the corner of his eye, and saw that apart from the gray-robed Taoist priest, there were only three or two warriors in tight-fitting clothes running away with their heads in their hands.

'very good! '

He secretly said in his heart, squeezed the beef belly, and rushed towards the gray-robed Taoist with his spear: "This guy must be the little boss guarding the place!"

The gray-robed Taoist saw Wang Wen rushing towards him and turned pale with fear. He turned around and smashed the pile of clay pots behind him with a sword, then chanted a spell and screamed, "Get up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gray-white flag about eight feet high was erected behind the earthenware jar. The flag was covered with densely packed crimson characters. When the cold wind blew, a large amount of gray mist fell down and landed in the broken earthenware jar on the ground.

In an instant, ghosts with disheveled hair and distorted faces flew out from the earthenware jars on the ground, howling miserably, and pounced on Wang Wen in unison.

"I'm sorry..."

Wang Wen muttered to himself, pulled the reins and swung his gun.

"Thorn."

A dazzling crimson palace thunder erupted from the tip of the spear again, sweeping across the sky full of ghost shadows with the force of sweeping in all directions, and blasting the ghost shadows into balls of gray and gloomy energy like a sharp blade cutting bubbles, which turned into merit points and were recorded in the account.

At the same time, Hei Erniu leaped forward and plunged into the gray fog carrying Wang Wen.

"Boom."

A man and an ox walked through the gray fog filled with jars and pots. Wang Wen swung his steel gun with all his strength and swept across the flagpole of the gray-white flag. With a "click" sound, the flag slowly fell down, but the gray fog in front of them could not be dispelled for a while.

Just as Wang Wen looked around for the gray-robed Taoist priest, Hei Erniu said in a muffled voice, "Master, the black fellow is just ahead."

Wang Wen thought to himself, 'How could I have forgotten about this?' He immediately patted Erniu and said, "I'll give you a chicken drumstick when we get back. Go after him!"

Hei Erniu immediately spread out his four hooves excitedly and ran forward carrying Wang Wen.

The man and the ox quickly rushed out of the range covered by the gray fog and came to the edge of the mountain. Wang Wen looked closely and saw that the Taoist in gray robe was holding a huge purple gourd tightly in a dog-crawling posture and flying slowly towards the forest below.

As soon as he thought about it, the Yin needle shot out from his hair.

"what!"

Then the gray-robed Taoist priest let out a scream, and his body tilted and fell off the cliff.

When the Taoist priest in gray robe died, the purple gourd shrank to its normal size, and with a flash of gray light, it flew towards the distant mountains and forests.

Wang Wen hurriedly used his spiritual power to capture the purple gourd, but as soon as his spiritual power climbed up the purple gourd, it was almost bounced away by a gentle force... He was surprised and hurriedly increased the output of his spiritual power, forcibly pressing the gentle force back into the gourd, and controlling the gourd to fly back.

"Snapped."

The purple gourd fell into his palm and continued to tremble, as if trying to break free from his control.

He grasped the gourd tightly, continuously increasing his spiritual power, seeping into the gourd bit by bit. Soon, he sensed a vast space within the gourd. This space was filled with a dense yin energy, and a large number of ghosts were floating in the yin energy...

He immediately understood the function of this gourd: to collect ghosts, raise ghosts, and refine ghosts.

Looking closely at the gourd, the surface is round and smooth, and the patina that shows the traces of time does not look like a newly made object at all, but rather like an old object that has been passed down for many years.

'It's a small thing, but it's better than nothing!'

He casually tied the gourd to the saddle, thinking of going back to borrow Xu Ergou's help.

This thing is of little use to him. When it comes to fighting ghosts, the Crimson Palace Thunder is stronger than any fancy means. When it comes to raising ghosts, his City God Domain is better than any magic weapon for raising ghosts.

Besides, he is a legitimate city god after all. How can he use such an evil magic weapon?
He turned his ox head back to the deserted mountain top, searched for a while among the dense flags, and soon found an altar more than two people high at the highest point of the mountain.

This altar is based on stone, and is surrounded by five-colored foot-long flags with cloud scrolls painted on them. Red ropes connect these five-colored flags layer by layer, converging on the lotus throne on the top of the altar, which is engraved with "Hometown of True Vacuum". Under the altar, there are traces of burning incense and offering sacrifices everywhere. The entire altar is steaming with thick dark yellow energy under the bright sunlight at noon, and all the dark yellow energy finally converges on the lotus throne on the top of the altar with "Hometown of True Vacuum".

Wang Wen looked at the altar and didn't dare to approach it rashly.

Instead, he jumped off the cow's back, picked up a bucket of stones on the ground, weighed them, and carried them on his shoulders like a shot put, then took a run-up to accelerate.

"what……"

He roared angrily and threw the stone on his shoulder with all his strength from a distance of more than two meters.

The stone drew a smooth parabola and fell towards the altar in his expectant eyes, but when it touched the layer of mysterious yellow energy outside the altar, it exploded into pieces with a "bang".

But even the blast of air failed to sweep into the altar beneath the Mysterious Yellow Qi. It only caused a few ripples on that layer of Mysterious Yellow Qi, like dropping a small stone into a calm lake, which soon returned to complete calm...

"My darn thing!"

Wang Wen lost his composure and cursed, angrily saying, "I knew it wouldn't be that simple!"

Why did he lose his composure and get angry even though he had already guessed that things might not be that simple?
The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment...

Unwilling to give up, he brought two bigger stones and threw them at the target with all his might.

But the result was exactly the same. It only caused the layer of mysterious yellow energy to fluctuate, and could not touch the main body of the altar at all.

He was so angry that he simply took out the Seven-Turn Pill and took another one. Then he tried his best to hold back the effect of the drug until he could not hold it back anymore. Then he used all his strength and shot out two thick crimson palace thunders with his hands. They merged into one and struck the lotus throne of "True Vacuum Homeland" on the top of the altar.

"Fuck you... break into pieces for me!"

He roared with veins bulging on his forehead.

The Crimson Palace Thunder, as thick as a bucket, struck fiercely at the layer of Xuanhuang Qi. There was a crackling sound, and the Xuanhuang Qi suddenly emitted a dazzling light. What had been a slow, simmering trend like the steam from a pot of boiling water suddenly surged like a torrent. Wang Wen gritted his teeth and desperately maintained the output of the Crimson Palace Thunder. At the same time, he released his divine consciousness and pressed forward, staring intently at the point where the Crimson Palace Thunder struck the Xuanhuang Qi.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

When the long river of time reaches here, it seems to slow down countless times, and every second seems as long as an hour.

Wang Wen even had the illusion that all his energy and spirit were about to be sucked dry by the Crimson Palace Thunder!
But just when he was about to collapse, his mind suddenly saw a faint flash of lightning inside the layer of mysterious yellow energy.

Although it was extremely weak, it was indeed the lightning of the Crimson Palace Thunder!

He was overjoyed and released the Yang needle. He also used his spiritual power to empower it and shot it at full speed.

"Oh!"

The violent sound of flying stone chips sounded like heavenly music to Wang Wen's ears!
He withdrew the Crimson Palace Thunder and was about to show off when he felt a heat on his back, as if a huge hole had suddenly appeared in his body, and all his strength flowed away through that hole...

"Pfft."

He knelt on one knee, breathing heavily, and beads of sweat as big as beans fell to the ground like raindrops, wetting a large area in just a few seconds.

Hei Erniu came over, propped his big head against his body, and whispered worriedly, "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine..."

Wang Wen supported his head and raised it with difficulty, and saw that the altar, which had lost its lotus throne, was still steaming with a thick, dark yellow aura.

His heart sank, and he subconsciously felt that his efforts were in vain.

But just as he was about to speak passionately, he noticed that the mysterious yellow energy floated above the altar for a circle and then slowly fell back to the ground.

It's like a groundwater pump. The groundwater that is pumped out is not taken out, but seeps back into the ground again...

'Have I succeeded or failed?'

Wang Wen was a little confused and suddenly missed his nephew Jingxu very much.

"Don't be impatient, just think it through carefully..."

He helped Hei Erniu sit on the ground, took off the water bag on the saddle and drank it in small sips, carefully recalling all the information about the Seventy-two Earthly Fiends Formation.

According to the information Xu Ergou got from Master Hun Kun, it was said that the Seventy-two Earthly Fiends Formation was a formation that "connected the terrain of Huangshan Mountain to activate the earth veins of the four routes of Jianghuai and Lingnan, strengthened the Ten Perfect Heaven-Repairing Formation, and encompassed the four routes of Jiangnan and Lingnan."

"That mysterious and yellow energy is the energy of the earth veins?"

Wang Wen thought to himself, "So, I didn't disrupt the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Formation, I just destroyed the traction mechanism of this formation's core?"

He felt that the current situation was like the White Lotus Sect building seventy-two water pumps to continuously pump out public groundwater and release it into their own fields.

This complete mechanism is actually divided into two systems. The first system is to pump out groundwater, and the second system is to put the pumped groundwater into one's own fields.

He had now destroyed the second system on Aoyu Peak, but the first system was still running and still continuously extracting groundwater...

'Is this a success?'

Wang Wen racked his brains to think about it, but in the end he felt that his solution was only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.

He destroyed the pipeline that transported the earth vein energy from Aoyu Peak to the vacuum hometown, but after these earth vein energies with nowhere to go sank into the ground, wouldn't they have to be drawn out by other intact Earth Demon Array formations and transported to the vacuum hometown?

Even if you think with your butt, you can think that the most difficult thing about this formation is not how to transport the earth vein energy to the vacuum hometown, but how to use the advantage of the formation to gather the earth vein energy from the four routes of Jianghuai, right?
When he thought of this, he felt a headache as big as a bucket.

He was really helpless. He had used all his strength just now, but still couldn't shake the core of the formation. Now he was even more exhausted.

'How about another one?'

He thought hesitantly, but when he thought about the feeling of being squeezed as if he had to turn all his Yin Shen into strength and throw it into the core of the formation just now, he felt a little scared.

"Yanzu, don't worry, think of other ways, there will definitely be a better way..."

He gulped down water, racking his brains for a long time before a sudden flash of inspiration struck him. He muttered, "Isn't it just that these earth veins have nowhere to go? Can we think of a way to steal this earth vein energy?"

Thinking of this, he subconsciously cast his gaze towards Hei Erniu beside him: "Erniu, you should be able to use the energy of the earth veins in your cultivation, right?"

Hei Erniu was confused: "Master, what is the earth vein energy?"

Wang Wen: "When you gained wisdom, you didn't awaken any ancestral skills or anything like that? So how did you practice in the past?"

Hei Erniu: "What is cultivation?"

Wang Wen angrily pounced on him, put his hands around his neck and shook him vigorously: "You don't know this, you don't know that, what use do I have for you!"

Hei Erniu cooperated by squinting his eyes, tilting his head and sticking out his tongue: "Ahhhh..."

Wang Wen couldn't do anything with this guy, so he let him go and said, "Then you should know the most basic breathing technique, right?"

Hei Erniu looked at him timidly: "Master, what is the Breathing Technique?"

Wang Wen was furious: "You're a piece of trash!"

Hei Erniu: "Master, you know, I am an honest cow..."

Wang Wen was too lazy to pay attention to it and fumbled around on his body: "The Yin God only consumes Yin Qi. My martial arts skills haven't reached the point where I can absorb and exhale the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth. The Yin-Yang Needles only consume mana, and the Purple Gourd also only consumes Yin Qi..."

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered something.

He stood up quickly and took out the miniature palace and the dragon bone from the bag hanging on the saddle.

He remembered that the method of refining the City God's Domain, as taught in the "Taiyi Rescue and Protection Sutra," mentioned that advanced City God Domains could draw in the energy of the earth veins for support. This would not only greatly expand and stabilize the City God's Domain, but also free the City God from the arduous work of refining incense...

You know, there must be a reason why an ancient great being like the Lord of Mount Tai would choose Mount Tai as his place of practice!

Wang Wen stretched out his hand and touched the miniature palace, but the palm-sized miniature palace immediately expanded to the size of a water tank. He stuffed the dragon bone into the center of the palace, then carried the miniature palace and slowly walked to the altar, tentatively throwing the miniature palace up.

"Boom."

The miniature palace fell heavily on top of the altar, fitting perfectly.

In an instant, the mysterious and yellow energy that had nowhere to go rolled into the miniature palace.

(End of this chapter)