A master of comedy!

Chapter 126 Killing Ghosts

In the darkness, ghostly flames crisscrossed, like streaks of lightning illuminating the darkness.

The Ghost-Slaying Sword in Zhou Sheng's hand moved faster and faster, its light like a rainbow, almost like a whirlwind passing by, constantly producing metallic clangs as it struck its opponent.

Sparks flew, like ten thousand stars falling.

However, the Buddha's light emanating from the opponent became even more dazzling, like a golden bell protecting the body, almost indestructible, and the shallow sword marks he had made quickly healed.

clang!!

With a muffled thud, the golden Buddha hands clasped together, actually clamping down on the sharp edge of the Demon-Slaying Sword, and the Buddha's light extinguished the ghostly flames.

"boom!"

Zhou Sheng opened his mouth and spat out a bolt of lightning that resembled a dragon, which struck the face of the ghost Buddha.

The Zhengyi Longhu Dishu Escape Technique is not just an earth escape technique; it also contains the world-renowned thunder magic of the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion. Although it is only the most basic method of attracting thunder energy, its power is still considerable.

With a loud bang, the face of the ghost Buddha turned blackened, and its body trembled slightly.

Zhou Sheng seized the opportunity to draw his sword and retreat, his bloodshot eyes growing even more serious.

This old Taoist priest had been hiding his true abilities all along!
He wasn't at the second level of cultivation; he had already opened his nasal passages and might even have touched the threshold of his tongue. His profound magical power even subtly suppressed my own.

And this so-called ghost Buddha is probably already at the level of a ghost king, and possesses Buddhist supernatural powers; it's practically an unbreakable tortoise shell.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng was extremely fortunate that when he first fought the old Taoist priest, he sensed something was wrong and immediately fled far away.

If we had been any later, we probably wouldn't have been able to leave that night.

"Faced with absolute power, your schemes and tricks are utterly laughable."

"Young man, didn't your master teach you that when you're navigating the martial world... don't mess with people you can't afford to offend!"

"I will skin you alive, drain your blood, and let you die little by little. Finally, I will refine your soul into a puppet, condemning you to eternal damnation!!"

The old Taoist priest's voice grew increasingly ferocious, and his eyes, blinded by poison, stared intently at Zhou Sheng, like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell, appearing exceptionally terrifying.

Whether it was an illusion or not, after releasing the Buddha statue, his skin appeared increasingly aged, and his white hair gradually lost its luster.

It seems like I'm aging faster than ever.

Zhou Sheng knew that even with the old Taoist's cultivation level, he would have to pay a huge price to forcibly control a ghost king.

The opponent was already poisoned, and his vital energy was being continuously devoured by the Ghost Buddha. If he could just hold out a little longer, he would win.

The old Taoist priest was clearly aware of this as well. While he was undermining the other party's confidence with words, he gritted his teeth, bit his fingertip, drew a talisman on his palm, and then quickly formed a hand seal.

The next moment, the ghostly Buddha grew larger in the wind and in the blink of an eye became a tall, sixteen-foot-tall golden statue.

With a swift movement, a massive hand pressed down as if the sky were collapsing, and the Buddhist seal in the palm resembled a blooming lotus flower, freezing Zhou Sheng's form in place.

Buddha's Hand Subdues Demons!

At this moment, even Zhou Sheng had to admit that, at least in terms of appearance, the old Taoist priest looked like a true Buddha descended to earth.

In contrast, the Zhong Kui he portrayed had a red face, a bushy beard, and bloodshot eyes filled with malice, resembling a demon about to be reduced to ashes under the Buddha's palm.

Under the Buddha's light, he felt as if he had become a bronze statue, unable to move his entire body. Only the golden lake in his dantian was still surging, trying to break through that invisible restriction.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were wide open in anger, and it seemed as if there were eerie flames burning deep in his pupils. His muscles trembled slightly.

Boom!

Just as the giant Buddha's hand was about to crush his head, Zhou Sheng suddenly exhaled two streams of thunderous energy from his nostrils, as if he were breathing in lightning.

The thunderous roar sounded like the mythical Heng and Ha generals.

At the critical moment, he finally broke through the Buddha's immobilization spell and his body disappeared underground. The Buddha's hand slammed into the empty ground, shattering countless blue stones and causing a violent tremor within a radius of dozens of feet, leaving a huge palm print.

But Zhou Sheng had already disappeared without a trace.

"Trying to escape? No way!!"

The old Taoist priest roared, his heart filled with hatred and rage. He was always the one plotting against others, and this was the first time in all these years that he had been plotted against so cruelly.

The vengeful spirits he had raised for years were all wiped out, and he was also poisoned and blinded. He is now only being kept alive by the power of the Ghost Buddha. Even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured.

What he hated even more was that the plan to refine the Ghost Buddha had to be terminated ahead of schedule, and all the efforts of the previous nine years were in vain!
Although he seems to be able to control the Buddha now, he is actually doing so at the cost of his own lifespan.

People his age don't have much lifespan to begin with; every day that passes is one day less. How can he squander it?
Countless efforts have been wasted in one day. If we cannot grind this wicked brat to dust and tear him apart, how can we vent our anger?
The ghost Buddha raised its compassionate eyes, gazing in all directions with a Buddha-like gaze that seemed to penetrate the earth and see the scenes beneath.

However, there was no trace of Zhou Sheng.

They've already escaped?
Just as the old Taoist was feeling surprised and unwilling, a hand suddenly reached out from under his feet and grabbed his ankle.

A hearty laugh suddenly rang out.

"Your Grandpa Zhong is here!"

"Let's get down and fight again!!"

Zhou Sheng suddenly pulled, dragging the old Taoist priest directly into the ground, and continued to descend, reaching a depth of tens of feet in just a few breaths.

With the ability to burrow underground, the underground becomes the most advantageous battlefield.

escape?
I said I would kill you, and today I will not leave empty-handed!

The old Taoist priest clearly sensed something was wrong. He quickly used his Buddhist light to shake off Zhou Sheng's hand and used his golden body to withstand the terrifying squeezing force from all around, forcibly tearing through the soil in an attempt to return to the surface.

However, why would Zhou Sheng give him this opportunity?
He swung his demon-slaying sword and slashed at the turtle shell, sparks flying as he did so. His eyes blazed with ghostly flames and his murderous aura was fierce. He refused to believe in evil and was determined to smash the turtle shell to pieces today!
Each sword strike was imbued with magical power, and forty years of cultivation erupted with a thunderous burst. The golden lake in his dantian resembled the raging tide of the Qiantang River, constantly surging and roaring, stirring up towering waves.

The ghostly flames on the Demon-Slaying Sword rekindled, and even gained a faint golden glow.

That was the outward manifestation of magic power being stimulated to its extreme; each sword strike had the force of ten thousand pounds, enough to split stone tablets and shatter rocks.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang...

Each sword strike was like the striking of a golden bell, forcefully suppressing the Ghost Buddha's climbing momentum, and even leaving sword marks on its seemingly indestructible golden body.

However, the Demon-Slaying Sword was also chipped with nicks, but Zhou Sheng ignored it all, his killing intent reaching a frenzied level.

The old Taoist priest, having reached his limit, immediately manipulated the ghost Buddha, preparing to eliminate this troublesome fellow at any cost.

A burst of brilliant Buddhist light seemed to drain a large amount of the old Taoist priest's lifespan, making him appear decades older in an instant.

Ghost Buddha once again clasped his hands together and clamped the Ghost-Slaying Sword between them.

"Amitabha!"

Zhou Sheng suddenly heard a loud Buddhist chant, and then the sword in his hand rang out mournfully and broke in two with a clang.

But he threw away the broken sword and fearlessly raised his fist and charged forward again.

boom!
Thunder Qi and Kui Fire erupted simultaneously, causing lightning and fire to crisscross on his fist, like two meteorites falling from the sky, crashing down on the Ghost Buddha's head with overwhelming force.

The fists crashed down like a storm, leaving bloody fist marks on the indestructible golden body.

Zhou Sheng completely lost his mind, forgetting all his moves, smashing with his fists, biting with his teeth, and banging his forehead, not caring at all even when he was bleeding from all seven orifices.

The pungent smell of blood filled his nostrils, which only fueled his ferocity, making his attack even more ferocious.

Kill the demons! Kill the demons! Kill the demons!
As long as the ghosts live, the battle will never end!
(End of this chapter)