Bodhisattva, please help me in my spiritual practice!

Chi Shubing was initially overjoyed to see his long-lost elder brother, but upon hearing his brother's words, he looked at the young man beside his brother in disbelief. The young man's magical aura was almost nonexistent, and although he seemed to have some cultivation, he was definitely not a true immortal.

Meanwhile, his elder brother also obtained an opportunity from somewhere, regained his strength, and reconstituted his ghost-god body (celestial being). However, although his elder brother had obtained an opportunity and regained his magic power, he was not comparable to himself now that he had survived the second tribulation.

Uncle Chi laughed and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, brother? I've checked the spirits below. There is no such spirit as Wu Gong in heaven or on earth. It's just a little devil who got some kind of supernatural power from somewhere and is receiving offerings from the gods."

"Once I break this wicked ritual and achieve great merit, I will speak well of you before the Plague God and secure a lucrative position for you, so that you can quickly overcome the second calamity."

Upon hearing this, Chi Bofu felt both angry and loving towards his younger brother. He immediately summoned a dark cloud and rushed towards Chi Shubing, shouting, "Stop talking nonsense! I'll break your legs and take you before the venerable god for judgment!"

Seeing his own brother rushing over recklessly, Uncle Chi didn't dare let his ghost followers make a move, fearing something might go wrong. He quickly took out a Summer Plague Banner, shook the banner, and it turned into a gust of hot wind. This hot wind was turbid, and just one breath made him dizzy and unable to stand up.

Chi Bofu received a stroke of luck from the Black Bird God. Although his supernatural powers were not as great as his younger brother who had already survived the two calamities, he was fearless and picked up the bone flute at his waist and blew it hard.

A cold wind howled, its sound piercing. Upon hearing it, the ghosts felt as if they were hearing countless sharp bird cries, and they immediately staggered and fell.

Chi Shubing did not want to harm his elder brother, so he could only use half of his supernatural powers. He could only transform the Summer Plague Banner into a scorching, turbid wind that swept up Chi Bofu and the flute music.

The two brothers were engaged in a magical duel, leaving Ao Peng alone in mid-air. He had now regained his magical power, borrowing the Netherworld Dragon Tiger Mystic Essence. Ordinary ghosts were unaware of the mysteries of this Mystic Essence, so above the dark clouds, dozens of Calamity-level ghost immortals coldly eyed Ao Peng, unleashing various supernatural powers to create barriers of yin energy, blocking his escape routes in all directions. Suddenly, two mountain ghosts, as large as temples, descended from the sky, attempting to slap Ao Peng to death.

"Heaven's sins may be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot be forgiven."

As Ao Peng saw the mountain-sized ghostly palm descending, he suddenly pulled out a scroll from the surrounding void and flung it in front of him.

The scroll was initially only about three feet long, but when it was unfurled in Ao Peng's hands, it suddenly appeared like a ray of light amidst the vast expanse of dark clouds, or like a peerless treasured sword. The dark clouds, sliced ​​open by this ray of light, shattered like a piece of black porcelain tile.

The sun shines brightly; how could a single dark cloud possibly obscure its light?

The scorching sunlight pierced through the Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation, falling from the heavens. Although the hundred thousand ghosts were formidable, countless of them were of shallow cultivation. Yet, they dared to show themselves in broad daylight. Without the obscuring clouds, they instantly ignited fierce yang flames under the blazing sun. Their yin energy was like boiling oil, not only unable to extinguish the yang flames but burning even more fiercely. Ao Peng simply flicked his scroll, borrowing the light of the heavens to split into ten thousand blades, slaying the ten thousand ghosts!

Before the mountain spirit's palm, as large as a temple, could even touch Ao Peng, it was severed at the root under the sunlight, shattering into pieces that fell from the clouds.

Chonghe Daoren stared blankly at the battle in the sky. Looking down, the dark clouds for thousands of miles were broken into thousands of pieces. Between the thick clouds, the bright light of the sky was like a knife, so sharp that even he had to squint his eyes slightly. Round after round of the light blades were endless, and the ghosts wailed and fled in panic.

In comparison, his proud [Refining Sword into Silk] supernatural ability seemed like a child playing with a wooden sword.

"What kind of supernatural power is this?"

With the help of the heavenly light, the cultivators of Qingcheng Mountain below were able to catch their breath and all looked at Ao Peng. Between heaven and earth, this young man had simply unfolded a painting. Before they could even see what was in the painting, they had already seen this "Borrowing Heaven to Slay Ghosts" painting. It was truly mysterious beyond words and in accordance with the ultimate principles of the Great Dao.

Without the control of Chi Shubing, Zhang Daoling easily blocked the Ghost King's decree with his official seal, pondering, "I've heard that there are even greater supernatural powers beyond mere divine abilities." Many scattered immortals hurriedly asked, "Fellow Daoist, what are greater supernatural powers?"

Zhang Daoling said with longing, "Our supernatural powers, though ever-changing, are but a fleeting moment, like peach blossoms on a tree, which cannot be forcibly retained. Great supernatural powers, however, are created by the workings of nature, like these peach trees covering the mountain. The blossoms fall today, but they will bloom again next year."

"Moreover, this person's great supernatural powers are probably not comparable to ordinary great supernatural powers."

Zhang Daoling was explaining to his fellow cultivators when, above the dark clouds, dozens of ghost immortals, seeing Ao Peng easily break the Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation, were terrified. They no longer dared to oppose Ao Peng. However, they were here because they had powerful backers. If the 100,000 ghosts were suppressed here, even the Plague Lord Liu Yuanda would be heartbroken. Therefore, they joined forces and used their magic to "Invite the Plague Lord Liu's Dharma Body!"

A series of eerie winds howled, and the Ghost King's token ceased its pounding on the temple. Instead, it suddenly soared into the air, merging into the gloomy clouds of ghosts. Yin energy surged forth, transforming into streaks of black silk that traversed thousands of miles, forcefully gathering the surrounding clouds to prevent the sunlight from continuing to fall and slay the ghosts. Within the clouds, the image of a Ghost King emerged, a hundred feet tall, reaching to the heavens and earth. Even the mountain ghosts appeared as insignificant as children compared to it.

This Dharma image has eyes like copper bells, stands on a red serpent, and two streams of scorching heat spew from its nostrils, transforming into dark red poisonous miasma in mid-air. Within the miasma are flying centipedes, poisonous ants, flies, and other creatures, buzzing incessantly. Wherever it passes, the hot wind is like scorching heat, causing dizziness to those who smell it and chills and fever to those who touch it. A string of skulls hangs from its waist, and it holds a Wu hook. Once summoned, the sheer power of its Dharma image scorches an area for a hundred miles, causing the surrounding peach blossoms to wither and turn back into ink.

Liu Yuanda surveyed his surroundings, gaining a basic understanding of the current situation, and coldly snorted at Wan Gui, "Useless!"

The ghosts were terrified, bowing their heads and trembling. They knew they would be subjected to hellish tortures upon their return, but saving their lives was more important than enduring the tortures!

After examining the myriad ghosts, Liu Yuanda looked at the scroll that Ao Peng had unfolded, and a sense of unease appeared on his face. The scroll had merged with the surrounding world, capturing the chaos caused by the thousands of ghosts and the withering of peach blossoms all within its pages. It was an extraordinary supernatural power.

However, upon closer inspection of Ao Peng, he could only discern that the boy's strength was insufficient. Yet, his calculations regarding cause and effect yielded no response whatsoever. Thus, he said, "Which deity are you? Don't you know that harming countless ghosts without permission is a grave crime in the underworld?"

Ao Peng looked at Liu Yuanda, who was still trying to find out his background so he could have a way out, but it was too late. He pointed to the huge painting that blended into Taodu Mountain in front of him, "Xia Wenjun Liu Yuanda, you are already in the painting, yet you do not recognize it. This is your first crime!"

As soon as Ao Peng finished speaking, the peach blossoms on the mountainside stretched their branches again, and on the terraced fields that resembled a dragon's spine, the rice plants were lush and green. In an instant, the peach blossoms were like fire and the rice was like jade!

The blue and red hues transformed into spring rain in Taodu, vast and boundless, covering the three thousand miles of Chengdu and blowing away the poisonous miasma that filled the sky.