A master of comedy!

Chapter 127 Yinshan Ghost King
The moonlight shone down, casting its clear glow on the mottled city walls.

The city gate, usually quiet and deserted, seemed unusually restless tonight. It appeared empty, yet the ground was trembling.

It was as if giant beasts were fighting deep underground.

With a loud bang, the ground cracked open, and a hand covered in mud crawled out. The old Taoist's golden light dimmed considerably, his white hair was disheveled, and he looked extremely disheveled.

He had just climbed out halfway when a bloody hand pulled him back down.

The ground shook again, the surrounding bricks and stones continued to crack and explode, and even the ancient city gate swayed.

Some people who came to participate in the ghost market saw the faint Buddhist light and the rising evil aura, and thought that a Buddhist master had come to cause trouble. They hurriedly fled and did not even dare to watch the battle.

They were terrified of being easily killed by the Buddhist monks, those bald monks were notoriously ruthless.

At the slightest disagreement, they resort to salvation, deliverance, or suppression.

However, the commotion quickly subsided, and about a quarter of an hour later, a figure once again crawled out of the crack in the earth.

His white hair was stained with blood, his skin was covered with age spots, he was completely blind, and his skin had an eerie bluish-black color. He crawled while coughing up black blood.

The immense Buddhist light emanating from him had vanished, and when he crawled out of that hellish land, he was left with only half a body.

His intestines were spilling out as he crawled.

"help me……"

"I...don't want to die..."

The old Taoist priest murmured, his voice unusually aged and weak, yet still filled with a longing for life.

But he was too old, and he was also poisoned and seriously injured. He was panting after only a few steps. If it weren't for his fifty years of cultivation protecting him, he would have been a corpse long ago.

Even so, it was merely a last gasp before the flames died down.

Footsteps sounded behind me, like the gentle gongs and drums summoning a spirit, echoing softly in the darkness.

Upon hearing the footsteps, the old Taoist priest trembled, instantly filled with fear.

"Madman... Demon... Asura..."

In this battle, the opponent's frenzied performance completely shattered his courage.

He didn't know how many bones he had crushed, but the man showed no fear and instead fought even more fiercely. In the end, although he didn't break the man's golden body, he dragged him to his limit.

With his vital energy exhausted, he could no longer control the Ghost Buddha, and naturally lost the protection of the golden body.

The old Taoist priest shakily took out the box containing the sacred object, intending to open it, but his wrist was broken by a foot.

Zhou Sheng slowly squatted down. His face was covered in blood, and his tattered black robe was soaked in blood. He grinned, and his teeth were almost red.

"I want the things; I also want to kill the people."

"Goodbye, and don't bother seeing me off."

With his bloodied hands, he snapped the other man's neck, turning him 180 degrees so his chin faced away from him.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was like firecrackers.

"save--"

The light in the old Taoist's eyes dimmed completely, and amidst deep regret and resentment, he finally breathed his last.

A ghostly spirit slowly drifted out.

Just as Zhou Sheng was about to unleash flames to burn it to ashes, he suddenly sensed a terrifying aura.

The surrounding void rippled and vibrated, and the flow of time seemed to slow down considerably.

A crimson hand, as red as charcoal, tore through the void, as if reaching out from the depths of hell, and grasped the old Taoist's soul in its palm.

With a sizzling sound, the old Taoist's soul seemed to be tied to a branding iron and roasted, with wisps of malevolent flames emanating from his head and toes.

He let out a heart-wrenching scream, and even looked at Zhou Sheng with a pleading expression. "Kill me! Kill me now!"

"Please, let my soul be scattered and destroyed, don't let me fall into the hands of the Ghost King of Yin Mountain—"

The scream abruptly stopped as he was pulled back by the terrifying giant hand. Through a corner of the void, Zhou Sheng saw a terrifying eye burning with raging flames.

An inexplicable fear seeped into my limbs and bones.

At the same time, the flames, filled with malevolent energy, actually felt strangely familiar to him.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: the audience members under the stage of Juxianlou Theater, whose fiery aura seemed to be of the same origin as his.

In boundless fear, the old Taoist's soul vanished, and the rift in the void slowly closed, and everything returned to calm.

Zhou Sheng was finally able to move again. He reached out towards the spot where the crack had appeared, but found nothing there.

If you hadn't experienced it firsthand, you probably wouldn't believe what just happened.

He exhaled a long breath of foul air, the smell of blood lingering in his heart.

That giant hand...that eye...

With forty years of cultivation and the ability to pass three trials, he could be considered a master in the entire Great Xuan Dynasty. However, in front of that demonic eye, he was as immobile as an ant.

Is the Yinshan Ghost King the same Ghost King that Master mentioned who burned everyone at Juxianlou to death?

Originally, the souls of all the living beings in Juxianlou were to be taken away by it, but the city lord of Ghost City intervened to stop it.

For a moment, Zhou Sheng felt a deep sense of dread.

No wonder Master said the waters here are too deep and he didn't want me to get involved. Such a terrifying existence is definitely not something I can provoke right now.

He clenched the box containing the sacred object in his hand, unaware that blood was seeping into his palm, as if something inside was constantly drawing blood from the outside.

Despite his injuries, Zhou Sheng mustered his remaining magical power and used his earth-遁法 (earth-遁法, a technique that allows one to escape underground) to flee out of the city.

He hadn't forgotten that there was a very likely lurking nearby, an escaped ghost Buddha.

The old Taoist priest died, but the ghost Buddha might not necessarily die with him.

I was only intimidated by the ferocity of the Yinshan Ghost King just now, but now it might attack at any moment. In my current state, I am absolutely unable to fight anymore.

In fact, the reason he was able to fight so wildly and win with an almost reckless style was largely due to the life-giving baptism of the Three Treasures Tree.

Otherwise, with such severe injuries—more than a dozen broken ribs, and a bloody mess on his fist where the bone was almost visible—he would have been rendered incapable of fighting even if he hadn't died.

Unlike now, he can still move around with difficulty and even use escape techniques.

However, no matter how strong the self-healing ability is, it is inevitable to feel dizzy and confused when seriously injured. Zhou Sheng did not know whether he was going in the right direction and relied entirely on his feelings.

When he realized that his magic was about to give out, he immediately stopped the spell.

The earth suddenly split open, throwing out a figure that was unable to stand up. It rolled several times on the ground before finally crashing into a rock and coming to a stop.

Zhou Sheng was covered in dirt and dust, coughing up blood continuously, breathing heavily, and his eyes flashed with pain.

The broken bone felt like it had pierced my internal organs; every breath was excruciatingly painful, and blood and foam kept flowing out.

This is probably the most serious injury he has ever suffered.

However, when he looked around, he saw that it was a desolate wilderness, sparsely populated and quiet, with only the rustling of the wind through the trees, which put his mind at ease for the time being.

However, at that moment, a Buddhist chant gently rang in his ears.

"Amitabha!"

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(End of this chapter)