Dragon Ball, simultaneously traversing countless worlds

Then Kou Zhun shook out four more items from his sleeve, which were the four treasures of the study he used during his lifetime.

Unfolding the paper, Kou Zhun, holding a wolf-hair brush, swiftly ground ink and wrote: "A thousand miles of misty waves separate us, the fragrance of white duckweed wafts on the east wind."

This is a seven-character quatrain written by Kou Zhun during his lifetime, titled "Spring in Jiangnan," which he composed when he was demoted to Daozhou.

As the poem was completed, the wind rose, and a tidal wave surged from the void toward Luo Yan.

This water seems both tangible and intangible, filled with sorrow, making one feel that once one falls into it, one will be entangled by a heart full of grief and sorrow, unable to leave the water, and will suffocate to death.

"What a beautiful poem, what a wonderful spell!"

The magic evolved from incense and deity practices is indeed exquisite; it can actually use the power of incense and vows to turn the scenes described in the poems into reality. This is remarkably similar to the Confucian and Taoist settings on a certain website.

Luo Yan did not use the abilities from other worlds; he simply activated his magic power and used the spells from the Ruyi Treasure Book to deal with the situation.

He pinched his nose, puffed out his chest, and took a deep breath like a vacuum cleaner, then suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled thick smoke and flames.

This is the Samadhi True Fire from the Wish-Fulfilling Treasure Book.

This Samadhi Fire is not fire from wood, fire from stone, or fire from the air.

Rather, it refers to three kinds of fire within the human body: the fire of the eyes; the fire of the mind; and the fire of the breath.

When three flames combine, even fine steel will melt into molten iron.

The Samadhi Fire, upon encountering the tide transformed by Kou Zhun, burned ever brighter, scorching the sorrowful waters until they emitted billowing steam.

Vast swathes of water evaporated, and Luo Yan's raging fire surged back towards Kou Zhun.

Kou Zhun's expression remained unchanged. He dipped his wolf-hair brush in ink and began to paint, and a group of curly-haired rats appeared on the paper.

He shook the paper, and the ink marks moved, and the curly-haired rat in the painting jumped off the paper.

A large group of curly-haired rats, squeaking and chattering, rushed into the sea of ​​fire, opening their mouths to suck in the flames from the left and right, and soon devoured all the Samadhi True Fire.

"What kind of rat is this? It can even eat Samadhi Fire?"

"This is a fire rat, born from fire and feeding on fire. There is no flame in the world that can harm this rat."

After consuming the Samadhi True Fire, the fire rats' fur turned golden and shiny. They bared their teeth and claws and charged at Luo Yan, wanting to devour him.

Luo Yan cut off a lock of hair, shredded it, and casually tossed it away, transforming it into countless large black cats.

Cats and mice are mutually antagonistic.

Those rats that can roll around in the Samadhi Fire cannot be arrogant when they encounter a black cat. The black cat easily pins down their tails, steps on their heads, and bites their necks to kill them.

Kou Zhun then painted a pack of gray wolves, using them to drive away cats, causing chaos and confusion.

Luo Yan then conjured a tinderbox in his hand, fanned the smoke from it, and transformed the smoke into a large tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead.

That fierce tiger was two zhang long, with a head as round as a millstone and a tail as heavy as a steel rod.

The tiger descended the mountain, roaring like thunder, and killed a gray wolf with a single bite.

Kou Zhun frowned and threw the brush handle directly out. The wolf-hair brush meandered through the air and slowly transformed into a steel knife.

The steel blade moved with lightning speed, severing the tiger's head in a single stroke.

The tiger's head hit the ground, gushing out three feet of hot blood.

Luo Yan's expression changed. He picked up six pebbles, squeezed them tightly, and molded them into a stone figure to fight against the steel blade.

The stone figure has a torso, limbs, and head, with seven exquisite orifices, and its body shape is just like a real person.

The steel blade slashed at the stone figure, making a clanging sound and scattering sparks.

The stone man, however, was fearless. He grabbed the steel knife and was about to break it.

Luo Yan's expression softened slightly: "Lord Kou's use of the pen as a sword is indeed ingenious, but it is still no match for my transformation of stone into man! Hahaha!"

"A stubborn heart cannot be tamed by words or pen, so I will smash you, you stubborn rock."

Kou Zhun threw the inkstone, which grew larger in the wind, becoming a ten-meter-wide, dark object that crashed into the stone figure Luo Yan had created.

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The enormous inkstone, its weight unknown, was jet black and glossy, exuding the fragrance of ink. It fell from the sky and smashed the stone figure to pieces with a single crack.

Luo Yan was not angry; instead, he smiled mysteriously.

After the stone figure was smashed, a green seed fell out from the rubble. The seed took root in the earth and quickly grew into a vine. The vine grew from the thickness of a rope to the size of a python in just a few breaths.

Countless vines tightly wrapped around the inkstone, binding it firmly and preventing it from rising into the air again.

Luo Yan and Kou Zhun engaged in a magical duel, employing a variety of transformation techniques. By now, Kou Zhun had already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

Luo Yan always used the ordinary objects around him to deal with the situation, while Kou Zhun used magical artifacts such as wolf-hair brushes and inkstones. The difference in their abilities was obvious at a glance.

There was a sheet of Xuan paper in front of Kou Zhun, but even when the paper was transformed into a magical artifact, it could not stop the vines.

"Very well, you are superior in the art of transformation. I concede defeat. Let's see if you can still defeat me in the art of controlling ghosts."

Kou Zhun was humiliated and enraged, and was ready to use his most powerful skills.

The so-called City God is, after all, a god of the underworld. Transformation is not his forte; driving away gods and controlling ghosts is his true duty.

The City God is in charge of the underworld's prison and the mortal realm's justice system. He governs the demons and monsters within his jurisdiction and wields immense power, essentially having a one-stop shop for arresting, judging, convicting, and imprisoning demons and monsters.

Judicial and law enforcement powers were both in the hands of the City God.

Some city gods, after serving for a long time, are practically Yama, the King of Hell on earth. Besides being able to command ghosts and gods, they can also arbitrarily increase or decrease the lifespan of mortals.

Although Kou Zhun had only been the City God for a year, he had already gathered a lot of ghost soldiers and imprisoned a lot of spirits.

Then he waved his sleeve, and a cloud of incense ash and auspicious clouds emerged from it.

Above the auspicious clouds of incense ash stood hundreds of burly, heavily armored Yaksha demons, flanked by powerful mountain demons wielding meteor hammers.

Those ghosts and monsters were not sinister; on the contrary, they gave off a masculine aura because they were under the command of the City God, receiving offerings and absorbing the power of wishes. They were officially recognized ghosts and gods.

The hundreds of ghost soldiers, each surging with magical power, possessed the strength of cultivators who had reached the stage of refining the spirit and returning to emptiness.

The weapons in their hands were also extraordinary; they were forged from Netherworld Iron, gleaming with black light and capable of inflicting great damage on living beings.

"All you ghost soldiers, seize this man!" Kou Zhun shouted confidently as he took control of his troops.

"I will obey your orders, sir!"

The ghost soldiers shouted in unison, displaying strict discipline, far surpassing the Song army in the mortal realm.

"Lord Kou thinks you're the only one with troops? Watch me conjure soldiers from beans!"

Luo Yan flipped his wrist, grabbed a handful of golden peas, and tossed them in front of him before activating his magic.

The peas took root and sprouted quickly, soon growing into a large pea thicket, blooming with butterfly-like flowers.

The pea flowers formed pods, and those pea pods were unusually large, like lanterns. When the pods matured, a golden-armored soldier fell out from inside.

The soldier was also fully armed and wielding a long spear; his imposing presence was in no way inferior to that of the ghost soldiers.

The soldier's appearance was rather strange; he didn't have a human face, but instead had a trumpet-shaped face, looking like a Peashooter from Plants vs. Zombies with a human body.

Large pods ripened, and in no time, Luo Yan was surrounded by golden-armored soldiers.

The pea soldiers clashed with the city god's ghost soldiers amidst swords, spears, halberds, and flying sand and stones.

The Yaksha wielded a steel sword and slashed at the Pea Soldier. The Pea Soldier parried the blow with a steel spear, then raised his head and spat out fist-sized peas, which flew like cannonballs, smashing the Yaksha in front of him until his head was bleeding profusely.

This is Luo Yan's improved version of "Scattering Beans to Form Soldiers," a pea shooter that can move freely.

In addition to spitting out regular pea projectiles, soldiers can also spit out peas that are infused with fire, ice, and electricity.

In an instant, the ghost soldiers were all struck, burned, frozen, and struck by lightning, their bodies torn to pieces.

However, the incense ash and auspicious clouds beneath their feet continuously provide them with the power of incense offerings, ensuring that even if they suffer severe injuries, their souls will not be scattered.

By inhaling the power of incense and prayers, the shattered bodies of these ghost soldiers were restored to their original state.

With feet on auspicious clouds, the ghost soldiers become very difficult to eliminate.

With the help of the incense ash and auspicious clouds, these hundreds of ghost soldiers could easily wipe out a cultivation sect.

They suffered a great loss because they encountered a large number of powerful and complex Pea Soldiers.

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Hundreds of ghost soldiers fought against numerous pea warriors. As time passed, the number of pea warriors increased, eventually exceeding one thousand.

The dense barrage of pea-shooting projectiles forced the Yaksha and the Mountain Spirits to defend themselves, preventing them from launching an effective attack.

Kou Zhun was extremely anxious. This ghost army was his trump card. If they were defeated again, he would have no way to deal with Luo Yan.

He roared, "Form the Hundred Ghosts Formation and concentrate your power in one place!"

The Hundred Ghosts Formation was a formation bestowed upon Kou Zhun by the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak for his outstanding performance during his report to the emperor.

This formation can concentrate the power of ghosts and monsters in one place to fight the enemy. Kou Zhun has been training ghost soldiers for a long time and has also practiced the Hundred Ghosts Formation, but he is not sure how effective it will be in actual combat for the first time.

But having used all his trump cards, he could only place his hopes on the formation bestowed upon him by the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak.

The ghost soldiers obeyed the command and sprang into action, taking their positions, their ghostly energy connecting according to the shapes of the sun, moon, mountains, rivers, and streams.

In an instant, the aura of the ghost soldiers became one, and their strength suddenly surged to the level of immortals.

Hundreds of yakshas and the mountain spirit leader attacked together, their ghostly energy forming a sky-covering demonic palm that slammed down on the pea warrior.

The pea warriors retaliated, spitting out pea cannonballs and shooting at the ghostly hand.

However, when faced with the celestial-level ghost palm magic, the peas made no progress and were all knocked back by the ghost palm.

The monstrous hand that covered the sky pressed down, crushing all one thousand Peashooters into green pea paste, rendering them unable to fight any longer.

The pea bushes on the ground were also completely destroyed.

"The array bestowed by the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak is indeed incredibly useful! Excellent, excellent!" Kou Zhun laughed triumphantly.

Kou Zhun, as the City God, also possessed the strength of an immortal, but he was not good at fighting, and his destructive power was incomparable to that of the ghost soldiers.

The demon soldiers, whose strength reached that of immortals, could easily annihilate a thousand pea warriors, while Kou Zhun could only kill about a hundred, and it took him quite a while.

Of course, this is also because Kou Zhun was a civil official in his previous life. If he were a military general transformed into a city god, his strength might not be weaker than the combined attack of these ghost soldiers.

"Lotus Prince, show me everything you've got!"

Having gained the upper hand, Kou Zhun was in high spirits.