The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 99: The Final Battle at the Top of Mount Huangshan (VIII)

"You lead the brothers to set up a checkpoint here to clear out the stragglers coming down the mountain."

"If you encounter a tough opponent, just shout 'Daniel Wu, help!' I've opened up the connections here, and a god will come to save your life."

Wang Wen turned over and straddled Hei Erniu with his steel gun in his hand. He pulled the reins to move the ox's head while instructing Xu Ergou beside him.

Xu Ergou seemed to be hesitant to speak, but he finally nodded and said, "Then, big brother, you should be more careful. Don't be impatient when encountering things. You must think twice before acting..."

"Shut up! Take care of yourself and your brothers first. Don't worry about me. I'm very strong!"

Wang Wen interrupted his chatter impatiently, and before he could finish his words, he bit the beef belly and chased after the Maoshan Taoists in front.

Xu Ergou watched his elder brother walk away, and suddenly sighed, saying to himself in his heart: "Xu Ergou, you have to work hard!"

A large number of Maoshan Taoist priests rushed towards Lotus Peak.

Lotus Peak is high and steep, with a dangerous trail. Half of the trail is on the cliff and the other half is climbing up. It is an easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack terrain where one man can block the way for ten thousand.

Even though most of the Maoshan Taoists practiced martial arts and were quite skilled, there were still many dangers along the way and it was very difficult to advance.

Wang Wen mingled among them, paying attention to the situation on the top of the mountain while constantly destroying all the unavoidable large traps along the way, such as rolling stones, wooden beams and other weapons of mass destruction.

At the same time, he also had to discreetly sideline his disciples who were fiercely battling the White Lotus demons. For example, when the White Lotus spearmen charged, he would control the ground to suddenly bulge or sink, tripping them to the ground. Or, when the White Lotus swordsmen leaped up with their swords, he would grasp a ball of heaven and earth energy and punch them in the head...

I'm so worried!
No wonder they say ghosts are clever and people are cunning. My cheap senior brother is simply the smartest among the smart. With only two bottles of candy beans and some scrap metal, he hired a nanny like him for Maoshan!
He couldn't even imagine how many of the hundreds of disciples at Maoshan would have made it down the mountain alive without him secretly watching over them...

Not long after, the disciples of Longhu Mountain and Maoshan successfully met at the top of Lotus Peak.

Going further up, there is an extremely narrow and steep mountain path. More than half of this path requires people to climb by holding on to the steps with their hands and feet. There are even a few narrow caves that can only accommodate one person bending over to pass through.

On this kind of mountain road, having more people is actually a disadvantage!

After a brief discussion, the two disciples decided to each send out twenty high-level masters to go up the mountain without taking the usual route. They would first eliminate the White Lotus ambushes at various mountain passes, and then call for a large group of people to go up the mountain again.

After the agreement was reached, the two sects quickly selected forty high-level mages, each using their own methods to climb the mountain.

Some people chanted the Golden Light Mantra and soared directly into the air, some climbed slowly on their ancestral magic tools, and some walked up the vertical cliff step by step with their legs covered with yellow talismans as if they were walking on flat ground...

It's a bit like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing off their abilities!

Wang Wen mingled with the crowd at the foot of the peak, cheering loudly for the sixty high-level masters.

He didn't try to show off because he had to take care of the situation on the top of the mountain and had no time to show off...

As expected, just as the forty high-level mages who had taken unusual paths began to clear out the White Lotus demons at various checkpoints, Wang Wen heard his cheap senior brother chanting, "The sky and the earth are boundless, Huangshan borrows the Dharma."

He hurriedly cast his gaze towards the top of the mountain, and saw Master Hun Kun rushing out of his Vacuum Hometown with blood gushing from his mouth and nose. He retreated through the air while madly clapping his hands in a series of blows: "The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law!"

Then, golden palm powers continuously flew out from his hands, covering the vacuum hometown like fallen leaves in a strong wind.

At the right moment, a lotus platform flew out of the Zhenkong hometown. The white-browed old monk sitting on the lotus platform waved a pair of fleshy fists with a gloomy face, and sent out fist shadows and palm power in the sky!
A series of muffled explosions set off powerful air waves, stirring up the sea of ​​clouds around Lotus Peak, causing it to surge violently, like waves crashing against the shore, rolling up thousands of snowdrifts!

Seeing that he had finally lured the old devil out of his hometown, Master Hun Kun clapped his hands even harder: "I'll borrow, borrow, borrow, borrow, borrow..."

Old Demon Wang was confused and in disbelief as he looked at the mad Master Hun Kun from afar. He couldn't understand how it was possible for Master Hun Kun to have such abundant magic power at his level.
'Damn it, don't you even need to catch your breath?'

He was soaring into the sky in a rage, riding the lotus platform, waving his bare fists to blast away all the palm power, and going straight for Master Hunkun with an unmatched momentum.

Of course he knew that he shouldn't leave his hometown of Zhenkong at this moment, but if he continued to let Master Hunkun fight endlessly, the remaining strength of the fight between the two of them would be enough to tear his hometown of Zhenkong apart!
Without the ballast of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Formation, the Vacuum Homeland was as fragile as a piece of fine porcelain and could not withstand the tossing of strong men of their level.

Once the vacuum hometown is broken, everything will be over!
Master Hun Kun wanted to turn around and escape to lure the old devil away, but he was worried that the old devil would not fall for his trick, so he gritted his teeth and waved his hands with all his might in anger: "Borrow, borrow, borrow, borrow..."

Wang Wen stared at the two people fighting above his head, feeling confused and puzzled.

He sensed that his cheap senior brother was using the temporary Huangshan divine authority he had given him, but he did not sense that the heaven and earth energy in the mountains was converging towards this side. Instead, every time Master Hunkun slapped out a palm, a part of the heaven and earth energy in the mountains would be consumed out of thin air.

It felt as if Master Hun Kun asked him to borrow money, he agreed, and then the money he locked in the safe appeared directly in Master Hun Kun's hands.

In the meantime, the important step of him taking the money from the safe and handing it over to Master Hun Kun is missing, which has a bit of the flavor of the law of cause and effect.

"There's something!"

Wang Wen was shocked and surprised and shouted in his heart: "Coach, I want to learn this!"

At the moment, he still didn't know if this move had any distance restrictions. If not...

Wang Wen's mind immediately flashed to the image of him standing in Yangzhou, raising his hand to unleash a set of "Infinite Heaven and Earth, Huangshan Borrowing Methods", activating the Italian cannon with unlimited ammunition mode, and directly launching a wave of blanket bombardment on the enemy. The scene was so cool and awesome...

He suppressed the corners of his mouth and watched the white-browed old monk and the real person Hunkun fighting further and further away. He immediately jumped off the cow's back and pretended to urinate to get away from the crowd. Then his whole body sank into the ground in an instant as if falling into water, moved to the inside of the Lotus Peak, and rose vertically along the mountain like taking an elevator.

"Oh!"

Wang Wen rushed out of the mountain top with a steel gun and came to the edge of a wide illusory space emitting a faint yellow Buddha light.

This space was filled with strong men in white turbans holding swords, spears, and halberds, moving around restlessly. He arrived silently and was not discovered by anyone.

He looked around and saw a large group of monks in white robes with bald heads like light bulbs sitting cross-legged in a dense crowd around a small open space in the middle of the space. They spit out countless fine "卍" sounds, which merged into streams of light golden air and merged into this vast illusory space.

He was dazzled by the bright bald head and looked for several times before he could see clearly that the figures of those white-robed monks were somewhat transparent. They were all ghost monks!
How many merit points are so many ghosts worth?
Wang Wen tightened the gun in his hand, suppressing his urge to act. He looked around at the burly men around him, all sharpening their knives...

At this moment, a big, goofy-looking guy dragged a sledgehammer that was more than a man tall and had a hammer head as big as a watermelon. He walked up to him slowly, drooling at his armor and saying, "Big Pot, your armor looks great. Where did you get it?"

The familiar accent made Wang Wen subconsciously turn his head to look at the man, and he seamlessly switched accents: "Also? Are you from Bashu too?"

When the big guy heard his accent, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face: "Big Pot, are you from Bashu too?"

Wang Wen nodded and put his hand on his shoulder in a familiar manner: "Hey, where are you from?"

The big fool bared his teeth and smiled innocently: "I'm from Wanxian!"

"Yeah? We're still from the same hometown!"

Wang Wen also looked at this guy with surprise: "I am from Zhongzhou!"

When the big guy heard this, he also enthusiastically put his hand on his shoulder and said, "My fellow villager, when I was little, I followed my father to Zhongzhou to attend the event."

Wang Wen: "Why are you here? Don't you know they're in the business of chopping off people's heads?"

The big idiot: "He came with my cousin. He said that if he came here to gather some people, he could make a fortune. But when he goes back home, he will find a wife!"

Wang Wen: "Dear cousin?"

Big Silly Guy: "My cousin from the next village."

Wang Wen: "Oh, Hammer cousin...fellow villager, I just got here. Who's the fiercest one here?" The big idiot pouted: "Look, did you see that guy who mentioned opening the mountain? That bastard is so fierce, everyone here is afraid of him!"

Wang Wen followed his gesture and looked at the majestic general who was sitting in the middle of a group of sturdy soldiers. He was wearing a white tasseled helmet, a tiger-head armor, and a two-meter-long Xuanhua axe in his hand.

"Oh!"

He nodded, and with his left hand, which was linked with the big guy's shoulders, he swung a knife, neither lightly nor heavily, on the big guy's neck.

The big guy's eyes widened instantly, and he turned to look at Wang Wen: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Wang Wen smiled awkwardly, muttering to himself why it was different from what was shown on TV: "Follow me in the future, and I'll find you a wife!"

After saying that, he used a little force with his left hand and chopped the big guy's neck again with a knife.

The big idiot rolled his eyes and fell straight back.

Wang Wen supported him and slowly turned around, with his back to the crowd. The rocky ground under his feet rippled like the surface of a lake. He grabbed the big guy's white headscarf with one hand, and then let go. The big guy fell into the mountain with his hammer.

After settling this fellow from another time and space, Wang Wen deftly covered his face with a white headscarf. Then, dragging his rifle, he walked through the crowd of people with his head down, as if nothing had happened, heading straight for the ghost monks. Along the way, no one noticed him as a spy...

It was not until he passed through one ghost monk after another and approached the open space between all the ghost monks that someone finally discovered him.

"Be bold!"

"Why don't you get out quickly..."

"Don't disturb the masters from chanting!"

Several loud shouts came from all directions.

Wang Wen raised his head, his eyebrows curved, and raised his middle finger to point around.

The next second, a dazzling ball of lightning, accompanied by his voice-breaking roar, spread out in all directions like ripples.

Wherever he passed, the ghosts of the handsome white-robed monks all disappeared like popped bubbles, turning into a wisp of green smoke.

All the White Lotus followers in Zhenkong's hometown were stunned by this scene, staring blankly at the empty space after the thunder and lightning died down.

How they wished that this scene was just an illusion!
But after they blinked hard several times, they still saw only emptiness. There was neither the souls of the great monks nor the burly figure with black armor and silver spear!

In an instant, all the White Lotus Sect members present felt a black screen before their eyes!
The sky is falling!

At the same time, Wang Lao Mo, who was chasing and beating Master Hun Kun outside Zhenkong's hometown, also sensed the situation in his lair and roared in disbelief, "No..."

He immediately left behind Master Hunkun who was vomiting blood, turned around and transformed into a ray of Buddha light and shot back into his hometown of vacuum. However, the scene that came into his eyes was exactly the same as what he perceived!
His eyes widened, his lips trembled violently, his mind fell into the abyss, and the faint light before his eyes became more and more distant and ethereal!

These devout believers of the White Lotus Sect are the most important foundation of the Vacuum Homeland, because they believe that the Vacuum Homeland exists in this world, and that is why the Vacuum Homeland exists in this world.

Without them, our empty hometown is nothing but a moon in the mirror and a flower in the water...

At that moment, the last ray of sunset in the western sky slowly disappeared into the horizon.

Night has fallen!
In an instant, endless negative energy quickly flooded the earth like a rising tide.

Although there are still more than two hours left in the ion time, the yin energy between heaven and earth is far from reaching its peak, but its concentration has already surpassed that of the Zhongyuan Festival!

Outside the Vacuum Hometown, Master Hunkun swallowed a Seven-Turn Pill in a panic and flew to the side of Master Zhang Tianshi and Taoist Jinping, who were also bleeding from their mouths and noses. The three masters used their five fingers to calculate the changes in the Vacuum Hometown, while confronting the three withered old monks who had stopped fighting in the trap from a distance.

The three headmasters, the three withered old monks, including the Ming Cult leader Fang La, who was still trapped in the "amber" in the distance, as well as all the White Lotus followers around Lotus Peak, disciples of the three talisman sects, and the generals and soldiers of the various astronomical inspection offices, all stared intently at their hometown in the distance...

Some of them knew what was going on inside Vacuum Homeland, while others did not.

But they all did the best they could.

It's time to get the results...

After a brief but long silence, a hysterical roar erupted from within the Vacuum Homeland: "Formation!"

Then a thick and dark Buddha light rushed out from the top of Lotus Peak and went straight up to Douniu!

In an instant, the endless negative energy that permeated the heaven and earth swarmed in as if attracted by a whirlpool, rushing towards the vacuum home.

The three masters who were still calculating frowned at the same time when they saw this.

They had calculated the changes that would occur in Zhenkong's hometown. Logically speaking, they had already done everything to this extent. There was no way that the White Lotus Sect's plan would succeed!

But the secret remains ambiguous, as if the vacuum hometown still has the possibility of successfully evolving into the underworld.

But how is this possible?
Could it be that the White Lotus Sect has some hidden tricks that they haven't discovered yet?

Or...

The three masters all turned their gazes towards the three withered old monks trapped in the formation.

Three withered old monks sat cross-legged in the air with calm expressions, their hands clasped together, chanting in unison: "Our Buddha said: 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'"

As soon as the words fell, golden flames that purified all dirt rose from the three of them, burning their decayed bodies and emitting a bright Buddha light...

The three masters were horrified upon seeing this. They looked up at the sky at the same time, and their five fingers on both hands left afterimages.

"Good good..."

Zhang Tianshi quickly stopped calculating, and for the first time, hatred appeared on his calm, old face: "What a trick to escape! What a traitor pretending to be loyal!"

"Brother Dao, why are you still wasting time talking to them?"

Master Hun Kun was so anxious that he wanted to curse loudly. He drew his thousand-year-old peach wood sword and shouted angrily, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, withdraw from the formation... Five Thunders, Five Thunders, follow every step!"

He took the Kuigang Step and directed it at the three withered old monks trapped in the formation. Then, blue lightning fell from the sky like a violent storm.

However, the three withered old monks just stood there silently reciting scriptures, as still as a mountain. The bright golden flames around them did not move at all amidst the blue thunder in the sky.

"What's the point of killing a man who's seeking death?"

Zhang Tianshi, with a gloomy expression, held the sword that could kill evil, turned around and transformed into a ray of golden light, rushing towards the hometown of Zhenkong.

Zhenren Hunkun and Zhenren Jinping had no choice but to follow closely and head towards Zhenkong’s hometown.

Like a moth to a flame!

(End of this chapter)