Chapter 298: Pretending to be a ghost

is also "Please God, one of the two leaders of the sub-altar in front of me is a barefoot immortal, and the other is a Monkey King, and then with the two of their respective leg skills, the bottom of the stick, the shot is doubly sharp, enough to swing one or two times the strength of the more normal state, although due to the influence of divine power and the expression is slightly confused, but it also makes the move more elusive madness, like a mad demon, like a storm, and the end is extremely fast. To read the latest chapters, please lock the biquge.info of Aishang Novels

It's a pity that the key to the power of the gods is to see the cultivator's cultivation, although the gods invited have a certain level of life, such as Erlang God restraining the Monkey King, but if the cultivation is insufficient, even if the Jade Emperor and Sanqing Dao Ancestor are invited, it is useless. And the cultivation of these two leaders is not only worse than Wang Zong, but also much worse than Shanzhu. Not to mention that he can concretize the martial god weapon on his body, he can't even show the phantom of the gods.

Wang Zong casually took a few moves from the two of them, and now the two of them were insignificant in terms of martial arts and cultivation to invite the gods, and they really couldn't arouse much interest.

These two palms Wang Zong did not kill them, but they had already exceeded what the two of them could bear, and they saw that the two of them were about to be seriously injured, but something unexpected happened.

Not only did the two not fall, but their faces did not even show the slightest pain from serious injuries, but showed a crazy evil smile.

"Divine power protects the body, and the immortal body is immortal......"

The two of them chanted the incantation at the same time, and the thin man who made the stick was like a spirit monkey, and he flipped over the top of Wang Zong's head with a somersault, and the stick stretched out, which in turn stuck one of Wang Zong's right arms. Taking advantage of Wang Zong's temporary restraint, the strong man grabbed Wang Zong's left hand with both hands, kicked his legs like crazy, and attacked Wang Zong's body in many key places.

At the same time, three of the thirty followers they brought with them also took the opportunity to besiege them.

"It turned out that the level of their gods was too low to turn into a substantial body protector, but it could paralyze the nerves, so that they would not have any pain, and they would fight without any overdraft. ”

Wang Zong had also expected this, and with a movement of his arms, he lightly broke the stick, and lifted the two people who were stubbornly entangled with a sticky force, like two huge shields, one left and one right, and slammed into one of the disciples who were besieging him.

"Don't pretend, it's your turn"

The fierce move of the powerful force was approaching, and the seemingly ordinary disciple was at a loss, and his body retreated like lightning, just avoiding the left and right attacks of the two "human shields". However, the two of them were also hit together, and the new and old injuries burst together, and the magic skills were broken, and they fainted.

"Here comes the gun"

was recognized by Wang Zong, and the disciple roared loudly, and someone immediately threw out two short spears nearly one meter long, he held them in both hands, and immediately killed Wang Zong.

Two fusiform spear heads, red cherry blossom embellished short spear every time the spear head trembles, making it difficult to grasp the tip of the gun, dazzling, that is different from the two big guns of the spear, in the folk also called "playing with the spear", compared to the spear suitable for the battle array to kill more suitable for martial arts fighting.

"Heavenly spirits, earth spirits, please ask the heavenly gods to help......"

This person, whether it is martial arts or asking the gods, is obviously a few steps higher than the previous two, and he can directly cast the gods without burning the talisman. For a moment I saw that his body was like a swift wind, and he moved like lightning. The arms danced, as if there were seven or eight hands, and the two guns sometimes used double sword tricks, and sometimes the two guns were combined in the tail to make a spear stance, sometimes like a hydrangea smashing, sometimes like a heavenly knife slashing, sometimes like a giant stick smashing horizontally. The moves are cleverly varied, and the twists and turns are not chaotic at all, leaving the opponent at a loss. And his body style is even more peculiar, fluctuating on the field, on the left, suddenly on the right, and his feet seem to be straight and solid, and the advance and retreat are unpredictable, just like stepping on hot wheels.

A three-headed and six-armed statue of a virtual but clearly recognizable god appeared on him, and he could even see that the idol was holding a golden gun in both hands in front of him, the tip of the spear was as red as fire, and the surrounding six arms each held a Qiankun circle, a demon sword, a demon knife, a demon rope, a demon pestle, a hydrangea, and stepped on the two wheels of wind and fire

"Okay, it's a master" Wang Zong's heart was happy, and the response began to be a little serious, this person's request for God cultivation has undoubtedly been above the mountains, although there is a little less ferocious and domineering accumulated with human life, but the use is several times more flexible, and the martial arts moves are also extremely considerable.

So he didn't use his strength to suppress people, but purely used moves, and he was happy to break up with this person. He has always been ashamed to learn martial arts, although the opponent's strength is still different from him, as long as there is merit in the moves. He has to think carefully and let his opponent use the delicate and subtle places one by one. The people around him couldn't interfere with this level of battle at all, and could only watch the battle in a circle.

"This temple worships Emperor Guan, and there should be a master who cultivates the Guan Holy Dao, why don't you see it?" While fighting fiercely with his opponent, Wang Zong was also well aware of the changes around him, and noticed that the rest of the people were mediocre in spirit, and it really didn't look like there was a master hidden, and the position he was standing in seemed to be unintentional, but in fact, it was staggered, and it was exactly thirty-six people, faintly forming a certain formation, and he couldn't help but move in his heart.

"The spirit blood is the guide, the blood is sacrificed to my god, and the god of the divine soldier will be as urgent as the law......"

The more he hit down, the more the master who invited Nezha to his upper body felt that Wang Zong's strength was unfathomable, and he was impatient, so he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a stream of blood mist, which gathered but did not disperse, and all of them converged on the Nezha phantom on his body, which suddenly made the phantom several times clearer, and even the eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose were clearly distinguished, and the power increased. The power of his god ** was also on a higher level, and the shot was doubly sharp, and suddenly shook the flower spear in his left hand, touched the mechanism, and the sharp spear head flew out with a chain, turning in the air like a strange vine and a long snake, and wrapped around Wang Zong's body like life, which was a change of move corresponding to the invitation of the Nezha god statue holding a demon rope. After all, this master failed to cultivate to the realm of turning the virtual into a real, so he could only use the weapon in his hand to cooperate.

"Oh, use your own essence and blood to strengthen the power of the gods, this trick will not be able to do so, and the disciples of orthodox origin are really different from the outcasts. Wang Zong thought in his heart, and at the same time jumped backwards to dodge, but suddenly his body shook, and a sudden mass of strength was as heavy as a hammer, and it smashed into himself.

"It's not a kind of splitting the empty palm, and no one has made a move, where did this blow come from?"

After the blow, the clouds of energy that rushed from all directions attacked one after another, completely out of thin air, and they couldn't tell the way they came. Since Wang Zong wanted to hide his strength, he didn't want to be a bad King Kong and make the opponent too desperate, so he immediately flashed and moved, punched and kicked while dealing with the master in front of him, and was knocked out as soon as he was close to him. It's just that the direction of the strength is tricky and weird, difficult to fathom, some fall from the sky, some come out from the bottom, front and back, left and right, from time to time there is strength attack, after all, it is inevitable to be hit by the strength.

Over time, more and more of the blows were received by the energy, and the defeated air mass gradually spread, and the eyes were gray and white, making people more and more unable to see clearly, Wang Zong simply closed his eyes and fought, in fact, he had the sun and moon pupils, and he would not be affected by the eye barrier technique at all, but the opponent was too weak, and it was okay for him to let the opponent have a pair of eyes.

Of course, he is fine, but as time goes by, the opponent becomes more and more unable to support it, and sacrificing the god with blood can only temporarily increase the power of the god, and his own consumption is very large, and the more time passes, the more difficult the divine power becomes more and more difficult to control, and he begins to repulse his consciousness, making his demeanor gradually muddy.

In a dwelling not far from the Dajing Guandi Temple, there is a man wearing a robe hiding in it, his face is painted red, his face is painted red, there are seven moles on his face, three in the middle of the eyebrows, two on the left and right sides of the nose; seven cinnabar moles, red like blood, and a gold line on the forehead, which is the face of Guan Yu in Peking Opera. There is an altar in front of it, and a pair of iron-cast green dragon glaive knives are offered horizontally, weighing 100 catties of Zhou to burn sandalwood and light candles, and the field is full of smoke.

Placed on the altar together with the Qinglong Glaive Knife, there was also a wooden basin with thirty-six iron nails on top of the basin, which happened to be the same as the position of the people surrounding Wang Zong, forming a certain formation. The iron nails surrounded a paper figure, and the movements were all the same as those of Wang Zong in the temple. The man's mouth spewed out a cloud of white gas to cover the paper figure in the basin, and his lips pursed and roared from time to time, stirring up the white gas to hit the paper figure.

After a while, seeing that Wang Zong still did not fall, the man finally made up his mind, and suddenly stretched out his finger and wiped it on the Qinglong Yanyue knife, the blade cut through his fingers, and blood flowed out, staining the edge of the knife red. Then he took a deep breath, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed the paper figure in the basin with blood, and at the same time raised the Qinglong Yanyue Knife on the altar horizontally, and slashed at the paper man with both hands

Wang Zong closed his eyes and fought, his sense was particularly keen, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that the air was mixed with thick blood, and a huge and incomparable sword that seemed to be able to cross the sky appeared out of thin air, and the invincible edge was urged by Pei Mo Nengyu, like Mount Tai pressing the top of the world to attack him

This seems to be a knife that can only be slashed by gods, and in the face of this extinction and overwhelming sword, any mortal can only wait in despair to turn into dust and ashes in the face of ants on the top of Mount Tai.

At the same time, the gray and white expanse of the outside of the Zhang Zhang suddenly turned into blood red, rolling towards him, the heaven and the earth were suddenly shrouded in blood clouds, and the strength in the blood clouds was like arrows and nails, and the sound of "chirping" was like a shadow attacking him, and he had nailed all his dodge directions in an instant, and he wanted to be forced to suffer the exterminating knife without any room for resistance.

"Hmph, I only know how to hide on the side and plot against people, and I don't even have the slightest arrogance and arrogance of a martial artist, what else do you cultivate?" In an instant, Wang Zong identified the god invited by the opponent from the familiar majesty of the sword, and he was disdainful in his heart. It's not that he discriminates against the lawyers, but because Emperor Guan was originally a martial god, if a cultivator didn't have the arrogance of a martial artist, as well as the ferocious and vicious aura that he had experienced on the battlefield, he would not be able to match it at all. Just as Shi Dakai, who commanded thousands of troops and horses, cultivated the Guan Emperor Dao to the middle grade; although the mountain Zhu was much worse, he was also powerful in killing people for a long time. If you only dare to hide in the shadows and cast spells, you will undoubtedly go the opposite way, and no matter how powerful Emperor Guan Dao is, he will definitely have no hope of being in the middle grade.

Immediately, Wang Zong knotted the handprint of the gods, and the phantom of Emperor Guan suddenly appeared on his body, and it was ten meters high, and it was brilliant under the night, and the power was like the sea and the mountains, and the mighty spirit was overwhelming, and the divine power was boundless. Compared with the image of the third prince of Nezha, the opponent is like a baby compared to a giant. At the same time, Wang Zong's right arm was infused with Emperor Guan's divine power, and he reversed it upward with his hand knife. A huge and majestic sword qi slashed upwards with a mighty rolling sonic boom like thunder, and the momentum of the sword intent was like thousands of troops galloping vertically and horizontally, and the soldiers pointed at the withering and decaying, and even the heavens, earth, rivers and mountains instantly changed color

"Qiang"

On the other side, the person with Guan Gong's face painted on his face was swinging the heavy Qinglong Glaive Knife to slash at the paper man, and the paper man raised an arm much thinner than the mantis arm to block it, and it looked like it was even thantis blocking the car than the mantis arm blocking the car. Seeing that not to mention the paper man, even the entire altar would be split in two with this knife, but the next moment something incredible happened.

The Green Dragon Glaive slashed into the paper man's hand, just like slashing an unstoppable divine weapon, not only breaking off in the sonorous explosion, but also breaking in half The Green Dragon Glaive Knife also recoiled upwards with ten times more powerful and domineering force than the next split, shook off the man's hands, and crashed through the roof tiles and flew out of the house. Blood spurted wildly from the man's mouth, and his body was also rushed through the wall by the fierce and waveless counterattack force, and he fell into a cloud of broken bricks and rubble, and his life and death were unknown.

Under the impact of this unparalleled force, the entire wooden basin containing the paper figures and the altar were all torn apart

On the other side, the battle has also stopped, and the master who summoned Nezha's upper body to deal with Wang Zong was almost frightened by the power of Wang Zong's raised hand to counterattack, and the state of the gods could not be maintained, and Nezha's virtual image collapsed and disappeared all of a sudden. He himself lost all his fighting spirit, standing in place and unable to advance or retreat, stunned.

The clouds in the sky, which had been gloomy after the rain, had cracked a thin slit, and a trace of moonlight penetrated in, and then disappeared. It turned out that Wang Zong's counterattack had already affected the high-altitude clouds, but fortunately, there was not much movement, so as not to cause a shocking commotion. But for the master, it was enough to make him know that there was no point in fighting any longer.

At the same time, a series of explosions came from the thirty-six people who formed a formation around, as if a string of firecrackers was suddenly released, but it was the spirit runes hidden in their bodies that were used to form the formation dispersed, and even Wang Zong himself also heard a crisp explosion sound, but the power was not great, it was similar to firecrackers.

"The ghost trick, although it can't be prevented, but it's nothing more than that, after all, it's difficult to get a master. Wang Zong commented in his heart, he had a spirit talisman on his back, which was pasted by the stick man by taking advantage of the opportunity of close entanglement, how could Wang Zong, who was already more sensitive than he could not add to the point?

Although the sword that plotted against him was actually extremely powerful, if it was cut down, even masters like Gao Xiang and Zong Zhen would hate it. But in fact, as long as it is an experienced master in the rivers and lakes, he will not give the opponent a chance to form a formation in secret. The opponent used this method to deal with himself, probably because he was not well-known in the Tao, so he thought that even if he was powerful, he might not have much experience.

"You are a master, and it is not easy to practice this kind of process. I don't embarrass you, so let's go. But the rules on the road are respected, and I have to stay in this temple for a few more days. ”

After Wang Zong's words, the master was stunned for a moment before he reacted, put away his two guns, bowed deeply to Wang Zong, turned around and ordered his subordinates, lifted the two seriously injured people, and all withdrew from the Guandi Temple, not daring to stay any longer.

Wang Zong still returned to the main hall of Emperor Guan and sat down to meditate. When the morning was about to dawn, the presiding officer knocked on the door, waited for Wang Zong to speak, and then walked in respectfully, returned the five gold bars to Wang Zong with both hands, and earnestly asked Wang Zong to stay, as if Wang Zong had become the master of this temple.

Wang Zong was not polite and continued to stay. During the day, when the believers enter the incense, they meditate in the side hall to practice qi, and at night they continue to practice in the main hall to invite the gods, and after four or five days, no one has come to harass them. The people in the temple are especially respectful and responsive, as if they really regard Wang Zong as Emperor Guan.

But Wang Zong knew that they were respectful on the surface, but in fact, they had been secretly arranging something in the temple or even outside the temple, and it was estimated that there would soon be beneficial and harmful means one after another.

After all, what he revealed was just a low-grade invitation to God, but a somewhat excessively strong low-grade invitation to God. Judging from the millions of consistent Taoist believers, the scale of accepting incense, and the cultivation methods of those few leaders, Wang Zong can basically be sure that there must be middle-grade masters in the consistent Tao, and it is impossible for him to swallow this breath because of the few hands he exposed.

In this way, on the sixth night, when Wang Zong was meditating in the main hall, he suddenly felt something in his heart and walked out of the hall.

"The atmosphere is not right"

Wang Zong saw that there were shadows and shadows all around, as if the reflection of the tall pine trees in the dark Zhou was like a giant ghost, as if it was about to pounce on people, there was starlight and moonlight in the sky, and there were also residential lights in the distance, but they could not shine in the temple. The sound of frogs in the pond next to him and the chirping of cicadas in the trees were also gone, and they all seemed to be quiet and extraordinarily silent, pressing people's hearts, as if something shocking was about to happen.

And Wang Zong can feel even more that a strange invisible power isolates the possibility of his own divine power to attract Emperor Guan, if he only has a subordinate grade to ask the gods to cultivate, he will undoubtedly not be able to use the gods ** a cent.

"Here ......

The air suddenly rose violently, the thunderbolt exploded, shocking, followed by four golden armor gods who were more than three feet tall, incomparably burly and huge, and full of astigmatism, each holding a pipa, a sword, a green dragon, and a giant umbrella, four magic weapons, descended from the sky, and surrounded Wang Zong at the core.

The wind and clouds are surging in the air, there are swords and guns looming in the clouds, the flags are covered with clouds, and there are countless heavenly soldiers and generals, which is like the earth-shattering scene of 100,000 heavenly soldiers besieging the Monkey King.

"Although it's fake, it's very realistic, even more realistic than what Lao Qi's Bliss Spirit House made, and this consistent way really has some means. Wang Zong could sense that the power to maintain the illusion of the Heavenly Soldiers actually originated from the thousands of dwellings around, and it was estimated that those consistent Dao believers who had altars at home could form a momentum like the heavens and the earth cracking.

"Bold demon, actually seized the temple, stole the incense and was not obediently tied, kneel with me and ask the immortal master to fall" Immediately, I saw the golden armor god holding a giant umbrella pointed at Wang Zong and shouted angrily, the voice was grand and boundless, full of might, like Yin thunder rolling, worthy of the power of the gods, enough to scare ordinary people.

Then the golden-armored god threw the giant umbrella in his hand in front of Wang Zong, and shouted, "Don't come up yet."

Wang Zong didn't say a word, but as if he had been frightened, he stepped on the giant umbrella. The giant umbrella carried him into the air and soared straight up to the clouds, Wang Zong only felt that the wind was raging in his ears, and the houses and trees below flew backwards one by one, and there were four golden-armored gods around him like clouds under his body, and he didn't know how far he went.

"It's amazing, although the arrangement in advance is a bit cumbersome, but it can be regarded as a fake escape, please God** There are really unimaginable changes in use...... And this Ma Wei is also very good...... "Wang Zong knows that if he is an ordinary person who has never done an airplane, he must be scared enough to fly all the way through the air, even if he is a person in the martial arts who is high and courageous." There is such a time in "Water Margin", Luo Zhenren also used similar means to disobey Li Kuiqing, the heavenly killer star who had evil him.

I don't know how long later, a giant umbrella was lowered on a mountain. I saw that at the highest point of the hill stood this thirteen extremely dense eaves type brick tower, square, solid, more than 30 meters high. Set up four giant copper tripods around, hold the four directions, the fireworks on the copper tripod are surrounded by the smoke and mist of the pillars, rise into the air, wrap the pagoda, look like auspicious clouds from afar. The pagoda is facing a round of bright moon in the air, the stars are bright, reflecting the ancient cypress around the verdant, the branches are oblique, the waterfall is flowing water, the peaks compete for the show, all kinds of landscapes are natural, full of fun, just like the treasure land of the fairy family.

An old Taoist wearing a wide robe, a long beard and a white beard, and a fairy wind and bones sat on a gossip platform in front of the pagoda, and two boys, one man and one woman, held a sword and a floating dust, standing left and right.

After the four golden armor gods descended with Wang Zong, they took back the treasure umbrella and came to the old road together, bowing down and singing the promise. Lao Dao didn't get up either, just slightly bowed. Then the four Golden Armor Gods turned into streamers and disappeared together, but Wang Zong's eyes were sharp enough to see that the four Golden Armor Gods were actually turned into four runes and flew back to Lao Dao's body.

This situation and this scene is undoubtedly the pomp of the immortal family god monarch and the moral real person. If it is an ordinary martial arts person, even if he is quite bold, after some tossing, he has already bowed down like Li Kui in "Water Margin", kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"With the power of the four runes, hundreds of miles away to take people flying into the sky, this means has undoubtedly reached the middle grade to please the gods, but it is estimated that it has not reached the top grade, otherwise there is no need to prepare a lot of arrangements in advance. But these actions were completely floating clouds for Wang Zong, but they gave him a preliminary estimate of the other party's strength.