The ultimate master in the city

A large face appeared vaguely in the sky, silent and eerie, somewhat frightening.

Zhou Fengchen sneered, picked up the suona, and blew hard, "Whoa!"

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Both the army and the monks scattered with the wind, and then the houses and buildings disappeared like melting snow, leaving a barren landscape all around.

However, at the very edge, sixteen or seventeen demon monks simultaneously coughed up blood, their spirits waning.

Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi came running over, shouting, "Dude, you're awesome!"

"Stop being so arrogant!" Zhou Fengchen looked at the sky and quickly waved his hand. "Attack! Kill those demonic monks!"

Zhang Shisan and his companion were taken aback, then grabbed their weapons and ran to the side.

The large face in the sky became clearer, revealing itself to be the head of a bald monk in his thirties, his face contorted with rage: "How dare you!"

"What else would I dare not do!" Zhou Fengchen put away his suona, drew his sword, and formed hand seals: "Clone! Quickly!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

A dozen or so shadows rushed out in all directions. The demon monks were completely powerless to resist, and in an instant, blood splattered everywhere and screams echoed.

"Stop!" A monk in the sky suddenly stretched out a large hand and slapped down.

However, they were a step too late; the demon monks were all dead.

Just as the large hand was about to strike, Zhou Fengchen sheathed his knife, rolled to the side to grab the wrist, and shouted back, "Brothers, come quick!"

Zhang Shisan and his companion, who were still chopping dogs and hammering pigs, quickly ran over and grabbed the big hand's fingers.

"Bite him!" Zhou Fengchen shouted.

The three of them opened their mouths and took a bite with a "whoosh".

The large hand, in pain, jerked back. The three of them felt a blur before their eyes and a chill run through them, and they were out of the mural world and back in the rear hall of the "Painting Soul Temple".

A monk in his thirties, dressed in a drab gray robe, appeared before him, and his expression changed drastically.

Zhou Fengchen reacted quickly, grabbing his arm and flipping him over, then drew his sword and slashed.

Just as the knife was about to strike, the monk rolled to the wall and vanished in a flash.

Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi were a beat too slow and stepped on the ground together, resulting in them bumping their heads and crying out "Ouch!" as they rubbed their heads.

Zhou Fengchen chuckled, "That bastard runs fast enough!"

Looking around, the murals had all become dim and lifeless.

Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "I didn't expect this. It was just a random decision!"

The words had barely left his lips when the entire hall trembled, and a voice boomed like thunder from outside: "You killed my disciple, you broke my illusion, I will kill you all!"

"Oh no!" The three of them took off running towards the outer hall. Just as they ran out the door, a loud "boom" came from behind them. The entire rear hall collapsed, dust and bricks flew everywhere, and the outline of a foot the size of a truck was vaguely raised.

Monk Yuanzhi turned tail and tried to escape from the hall, but Zhang Shisan and Zhou Fengchen quickly grabbed him.

Monk Yuanzhi was frantic. "Run! What are you doing!"

"Let's play whack-a-mole!" Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan pulled him and jumped out through the gap in the broken wall.

Just as the three of them moved aside, the front hall and the main gate collapsed with a crash.

Monk Yuanzhi broke out in a cold sweat. "Damn it! It really was like playing whack-a-mole. One wrong move and I almost lost my life. You two are really shrewd."

"Shrewd my foot!"

Zhou Fengchen and Zhang Shisan spat, and then the three of them looked up together.

The monk who had just appeared suddenly grew to be several stories tall, his body emanating black energy, his bald head gleaming, his face ashen, and he was wearing a tattered monk's robe with sacks, looking down at them.

Zhang Shisan exclaimed, "Damn! It really is the Ghost General! The Ghost General in his true form!"

Monk Yuanzhi, panting heavily, asked, "What is the true form of the Ghost General?"

Zhang Shisan said, "The cultivation of ghosts is very complicated. Some eat and harm people, while others help people and do good deeds. Some cultivate to become ghost generals for a hundred years, while others cultivate for a thousand years. Therefore, the cultivation of ghost generals varies. We Taoists can divide them into seven ranks. The first-rank ghost generals, such as the Yin Cao Jia Ye and Suo Ye, can be dealt with, but even the seventh-rank judge Cui would be in trouble! It is said that only those of the third rank and above have such a real body that is not an illusion."

"I've learned something new!" Monk Yuanzhi exclaimed, his eyes wide. "So, what rank does this Daoist Master Wu belong to?"

Zhang Shisan blinked. "I'm thinking it should be at least a fourth-rank!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the earth shook violently, and the monk walked over with a rumbling sound.

Zhou Fengchen stepped forward, looked up, and said, "Master Wu! Killing your disciple isn't my fault. They committed the crime first, and I can't just stand by and do nothing, right? If you help me retrieve the seven souls of the three girls in the village, I won't kill you! How about we settle this amicably?"

"Hahaha..." Master Wu laughed loudly, shaking the surrounding trees. "You killed eighteen of my disciples, shattered my illusion, and still want to fight me? Die!"

As he spoke, he raised his big foot and stomped down.

"Go to hell!" Zhou Fengchen grabbed Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi and turned to run away.

As soon as they ran away, the ground behind them shattered, and stones and dirt splattered all over the three of them.

Before they could even catch their breath, the big foot stomped down again, forcing the three of them to run around in circles.

As Zhang Shisan ran, he gritted his teeth, "I can't escape, let's do it!"

Zhou Fengchen nodded. "Okay! You guys go!"

"Huh?" Monk Yuanzhi asked, puzzled. "Where are you going?"

"I'll kill him with my magic! Otherwise, all that talk was for nothing!" Zhou Fengchen shoved them forward. "Go for it!"

Zhang Shisan gritted his teeth and ran to the side, took out a plump doll of unknown material from his pocket, threw it on the ground, formed hand seals, and muttered incantations.

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In the blink of an eye, the doll transformed into a four- or five-year-old child, running around and dodging like a fly, its mouth agape towards Master Wu's thigh: "Ha!"

A blade flashed past, leaving a wound on Wu Daozhu's thigh with a "bang".

Monk Yuanzhi simply ran to a rooftop and began chanting scriptures. With each recitation, Master Wu's body slowed down by one point.

"Waaaaah..." Master Wu roared in fury, raising his foot and throwing punches wildly.

Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi faced numerous dangers and screamed in terror.

Zhou Fengchen had already sat down cross-legged, taken a deep breath, and his hands were constantly forming hand seals as he chanted incantations: "Profound Twenty-Eight! Forbidden Spell! Bow-Headed Soul-Seizing Blade! The Dao that can be spoken of is the Dao of Subduing Demons. I uphold the Great Dao of Mighty Heaven! All demons and monsters under heaven shall perish! Draw the blade!"

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A strange, illusory greatsword suddenly appeared above his head, with a hooked tip and an exceptionally sharp blade.

"Master Wu!" Zhou Fengchen shouted sternly.

Master Wu was startled and looked up. When he saw the strange large sword, his expression changed drastically, and he screamed, "Master, spare me! Cultivation is hard for this lowly one! I won't dare to do it again!"

"Too late!"

Zhou Fengchen raised his hand and swung it forcefully, shouting, "As the law commands! Execute!"

whoosh-

A strange, large sword above his head moved with lightning speed, slashing towards him!

puff!

With a single stroke, he sliced ​​Master Wu in two!

puff!

Then, with another vertical cut, he sliced ​​him into four pieces!

"cocoa……"

With a strange cry, Master Wu collapsed to the ground, scattering ashes across the sky as his soul vanished!

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