Bodhisattva, please help me in my spiritual practice!

Chapter 230 Grafting

The five plague gods are of the same ilk, but only on the path of plague.

Although Zhao Gongming was bestowed the title of Autumn Plague Lord, this True Lord of the Mysterious Altar had already obtained a higher divine position through another world of the Investiture of the Gods. Whether or not he had the incarnation of Autumn Plague Lord was not a fatal flaw for Zhao Caishen.

Moreover, just as Zhao Gongming said, he did indeed have a great grudge against the God of Longevity. If he hadn't been outmaneuvered in the world of Investiture of the Gods, he would have already attained enlightenment and become a carefree Golden Immortal.

Therefore, from Zhao Gongming's perspective, he seems to have the ability, background, and willingness to take advantage of this resurrection of ghosts to cause a great disturbance.

However, at that time it was truly a battle of gods. One by one, the stars in the sky had to descend to earth and fight again. Even the plague gods could not escape unscathed, and there was even a chance that their primordial spirits would be directly destroyed.

This naturally startled Shi Wenye, who broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at Zhao Gongming with uncertain eyes, and even slightly loosened his grip on the great divine power in his hand.

Shi Wenye's mind was racing with thoughts, but the Eight Ghost Generals were much simpler. For them, if they didn't resist and allowed Ao Peng to obtain the Demon Refining Treasure, he would definitely kill and suppress them, the Six Heavens Ghosts, and then they would be doomed.

Now that Zhongwenjun and others have restrained the stars in the sky, as long as they can kill Ao Peng and wipe out the sword immortal lineage that has always opposed them in Shudu, it will naturally mean that the fate of heaven is in their hands.

By then, even supernatural powers cannot defy fate, and they will naturally be able to lord it over Chengdu for another thousand years. If they have another thousand years, they are confident that their supernatural powers will increase further, and it is not impossible for them to become a ghost emperor.

Led by the two ghost generals, Wu Shou and Wan Gu Gong, they leaped from the Gates of Hell, shouting, "Kill!"

In an instant, countless Gu worms swarmed like locusts flapping their wings, their buzzing echoing throughout the cave. Wherever they passed, they devoured rocks, beasts, and trees, like a deep, dark wave carrying boundless death, flying out from the gates of hell and devouring everything.

Without hesitation, Master Ai unleashed a sword light that enveloped his body, carrying him a hundred miles in an instant as he struck the deathly wave formed by the Gu worms.

Just as he was about to approach the Gu wave, Master Ai made a sword incantation with his hand, "Transform."

The immortal swords surrounding him were refined into threads. However, unlike Chonghe Daoren, who could only refine a few dozen sword threads, when Ai Zhenren made a move, tens of thousands of sword threads shot out instantly. They were as thin as hair and as hard as diamonds. They directly wrapped around the flying Gu worms. With a gentle wrap, the Gu worms were immediately separated from their heads.

"A mere trick! Let's see how many you can kill!"

Wan Gu Gong was not afraid of Ai Zhenren's attack. He had already passed the Three Calamities, while Ai Zhenren, although highly skilled in cultivation, was only close to the Three Calamities, and there was a qualitative difference between them.

Although Master Ai can refine swords into threads, transforming them into countless sword threads, the number of Gu worms he can control is in the millions!

Wan Gu Gong raised his green robe, and in an instant, the sleeves of the robe transformed into the size of half a mountain. Ten times the number of Gu worms flew out from it, densely packed, and transformed into even more ferocious Gu waves from both sides, trying to devour Ai Zhenren.

Faced with so many Gu worms, Master Ai merely glanced at them. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, thirty-five immortal swords—some serene, some bright, and some blazing—flew out and surrounded him.

These immortal sword spirits were awakened, and the swords trembled slightly. Before Master Ai could even control them, the soaring sword energy transformed into a storm, sweeping out like a tornado in the sea, turning any approaching Gu worms into dust!

"Where did you get so many swords?!"

Wan Gu Gong's expression changed instantly. He had been fighting with Shu Du for over a hundred years, so he naturally knew all of Shu Du's methods. There was indeed a Bing Mountain in Shu Du, and Shu Du's immortal swords all came from Bing Mountain. These were ancient demon-subduing weapons.

However, precisely because they are all ancient demon-subduing weapons, they have been tainted by demonic thoughts, and only a very few can be used normally. Even the sect leader, Master Ai, only used a celestial sword for self-defense in the past.

But then, the opponent suddenly produced thirty-five Earth-grade immortal swords, which immediately caught Wan Gu Gong off guard.

With the help of thirty-six flying swords, Master Ai could even kill a million Gu worms. Naturally, he wanted to quickly kill the Ghost General, Wan Gu Gong.

"change!"

With Master Ai's command, the thirty-six immortal swords transformed into ten thousand sword threads. When combined, they formed a total of thirty-six hundred thousand sword threads surrounding him. Each thread was both strong and gentle, spreading outwards from Master Ai as the center.

In an instant, a pure sword energy lotus seemed to bloom above the wave of Gu worms. The sword energy lotus swayed gently with the sword wind, and the corpses of Gu worms fell from the sky like raindrops. With just three sword strikes, Master Ai was enough to kill the million Gu worms of the Ten Thousand Gu Master.

While Master Ai was battling Wan Gu Gong, Chang Mei shouted, "Fellow disciples, follow me to break through the ghost tent!"

The most important thing now is to send Ao Peng to the Erlang Temple. Once he enters the Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun Temple, even if there are millions of fierce ghosts, they will not dare to invade!

With a low shout, Long Eyebrows sent countless sword lights soaring from the sword platform, forming a long bridge of sword energy once again. Thousands upon thousands of immortal swords merged together, transforming into a brilliant yet deadly galaxy.

In the darkness formed by millions of ghosts, it was as if the Milky Way had truly fallen to the mortal world. No matter how fierce an ordinary ghost was, as long as it was touched by these ancient divine weapons, its soul would be instantly annihilated and dissipate into a wisp of green smoke.

Opening the gateway to the Qingcheng Mountain grottoes, one descends from the sky to the Erlang Temple below, a distance of only a dozen or so miles.

If the sword cultivators of Chengdu can protect Ao Peng as he enters the Erlang Temple, half of their demon-subduing mission will be accomplished!

But how could the Eight Ghost Generals let the Shu Mountain Sword Immortals have their way? One by one, the Ghost Generals roared and displayed their supernatural powers. Eight ghost flags flew out from the millions of ghost tides, transforming into eight ghost banners that reached the heavens and the earth, standing between heaven and earth, sealing off the eight gates of heaven and earth.

These eight ghost banners, one black and one white, are inscribed with the characters for "mourning," "chaos," "calamity," "illness," "disaster," "misfortune," "suffering," and "poison," respectively. They occupy the eight directions of heaven and earth, forming a grand array of ten thousand ghosts sealing the heavens.

Under the shroud of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation, the mountains and rivers were all tainted by calamity. The battlefield even spread from the grotto heaven to the mortal world. In an instant, livestock in the Qingcheng Mountain area died, birds fell to the ground, grass and trees withered, and rivers turned black, as if it were a hell on earth.

In the void above Mount Qingcheng, the Old Man of the Moon, dressed in a patchwork cloth, frowned and said, "These demons are far too audacious. Although fate has allowed them to prosper here for a hundred years to fulfill Zhang Tianshi's merits, their blatant disruption of Yin and Yang is truly unacceptable. Their souls should be banished to the Nine Netherworld Purgatory."

Then the Old Man of the Moon looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva, whom he had specially invited, and said, "I foresaw today's calamity that day, but I am not skilled in subduing demons, so I ask you, Bodhisattva, to subdue the demons and quell this chaos!"

The Old Man of the Moon was secretly plotting his own scheme, but the next moment he saw the Bodhisattva holding a willow branch, calmly looking at him, and softly chuckle, "How did the Old Man of the Moon know I didn't intervene?"

The Old Man of the Moon looked at the peach blossom petal between the Bodhisattva's eyebrows. He saw the petal fall from the Bodhisattva's brow and land on a swiftly flying dragon girl from the East Sea.

The Old Man of the Moon felt a jolt in his heart: The Bodhisattva is indeed brilliant! He would need at least a thousand years to learn this trick of shifting flowers and grafting trees!

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