Outside the Heng Yang Building.
A handsome young man in his twenties walked over. He was wearing a white embroidered Daoist robe, had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and his hair was tied up with a jade hairpin.
"Little Uncle-Master." Daoist Xuan Zhen immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Reverend Mingyu." Fu Yatong also stepped forward and nodded in greeting.
"Team Leader Fu." Zhang Mingyu nodded in return, exuding an aura of a Daoist and a gentle temperament.
"Reverend Mingyu, Daoist Priest Xuan Zhen has already told you about the Hengyang Building, right?”
Fu Hongying went straight to the point.
"I already understand the situation. Use the money of the living to convert the money of the dead to borrow the yang qi of the living; Then, he used the Yin Yang Disorder Formation to turn this place into the Gate of Hell when the Ghost Gate opened.”
"How dare you do such a thing in such a densely populated place!”
Zhang Mingyu said.
"I'll have to trouble Perfected Mingyu with this matter. There's no time to lose. If this drags on, it'll be difficult to deal with when the Heng Yang Building turns into the Gate of Hell!”Fu Hongying said immediately.
"With me around, Team Leader Fu can rest assured.”Zhang Mingyu nodded.
His words were very calm, but they contained a sense of confidence, unparalleled confidence.
Fu Yatong and the others didn't say anything, because the young man in front of them had the confidence.
Fu Hongying and Zhang Mingyu led the six of them into the Hengyang Building.
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In the Heng Yang Building.
"Pure! Yang Yan!"
Jiang Chen held the Ghost Head Blade, his entire body was covered with Nine Suns True Qi. Blood Qi gushed out from his body, turning into a blood-red flame and rising into the sky.
Pure Yang flames appeared in his palm and spread out from his body. Then, with him as the center, it spread wildly and continuously.
It was simple and crude!
Behind him, the Supreme Overlord kept punching in the air, releasing the anger in his heart.
Yang flames surged like an avalanche, burning everything in its path.
Under the scorching sun, the red and bloody wasteland began to emit a foul stench, like the stench of rotting corpses. The wasteland was charred black and black smoke billowed.
The ghost soldiers formed from blood and the ghosts that were charging at Jiang Chen were instantly turned into blood and ashes in the face of the Yang flames.
"Power, the feeling of having power is wonderful!”
"So what if it's the Fierce Ghost King? I've even scattered his ashes for you!"
Jiang Chen held the Ghost Head Blade with both hands. His body was tall and straight, like a blazing furnace, letting the Yang flames spread and burn everything.
Seeing the scene in front of him turn into a sea of hellish flames, he felt a sense of satisfaction.
The ghostly, eerie, and cold air was dispersed. Like boiling water in a kettle, black mist and steam kept appearing.
Under the dark sea of fire, the scene in front of him was constantly distorted.
" The ghost wall is about to break!?"
Jiang Chen's eyes were sparkling and translucent. He could see that the illusion of the ghost wall was shattering, and the sea of flames was disappearing.
The surroundings were filled with blood and corpses.
It was unknown what kind of torture these corpses had gone through before they died, but there was always a vengeful aura that was produced. Along with the blood of the corpses, it gathered into a coffin at the center.
The coffin was completely scarlet, and there were all kinds of ghost carvings on it. There were also some strangely curved things that looked like words.
It looked a little like tadpole characters, oracle bone characters, and ghost characters. It looked very complicated.
That terrifying aura was emitted from this coffin.
Jiang Chen looked at the scene in front of him and felt his heart boil with an indescribable feeling.
This wasn't an illusion of ghosts covering one's eyes or ghosts hitting the wall. It was real.
Hundreds of people had died in the Heng Yang Building.
"Don't worry, I will kill this bastard!”
Jiang Chen's Yang Flame spread out and cremated all the corpses.
Born to be a man, he should be a man of human affairs.
"Bastard, you still dare to lie in the coffin! I'm going to scatter your ashes!”
Then, with a fierce expression, he held the Ghost Head Blade with both hands and was about to slash at the coffin.
Countless ferocious ghost heads rushed out from the hilt of the saber, covering the sky and covering the earth. Killing intent surged.
"Where did this person come from? How dare he interfere with the sacrifice!”
"Impudent!"
"How dare you destroy the blood food! You're courting death!"
" Die, die, die!!!"
Right at this moment, furious roars sounded from all directions. Eight figures appeared out of thin air and surrounded Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen paused. The eight figures proved that their leader was a malevolent ghost with a disheveled head, curly beard, black face, and giant eyes.
On the left was a bare-chested evil spirit with a brown fan in its hand. Its eyes were scarlet and its head was tied into two buns.
They looked over and saw that the remaining six evil spirits were old and carried a bamboo tube on their backs. He was wearing a Daoist robe, carrying a long sword on his back, wearing sleeves, and holding a lotus flower in his hand. He was wearing embroidered clothes, holding a flower basket and a jade flute. He was wearing a gauze hat, a red official robe, and a Yin-Yang board in his hand.
Eight ghosts appeared in the form of eight immortals.
They were all covered in ghastly Qi and were extremely sinister. They were even more terrifying than the monsters Jiang Chen had encountered before.
"What exuberant essence, blood, and qi. In that case, you'll be the food over there!”
The evil ghost with its bare chest and palm fan looked at Jiang Chen. A ghost face appeared on its belly, revealing its greedy eyes as if it had seen its prey.
"Merely eight little ghosts actually dare to transform into the image of the eight immortals! Since that's the case, I'll kill you bastards first!”
Jiang Chen looked at the Eight Ghost Immortals in front of him with his blade-like eyes. He wasn't afraid at all. With a long howl, he took the initiative to attack with the Ghost Head Blade in his hand.
"Catching wind and catching shadows!"
After obtaining the Windgod's Legs, his weakness in Qinggong's speed was also made up for.
"How dare you insult our Ghost Eight Immortals!”
The Eight Ghost Immortals also attacked. They moved swiftly and surrounded Jiang Chen to attack.
Great Sun Golden Bell Shield!
Jiang Chen didn't dodge the attack of the eight ghosts. He took it head-on. A layer of dark golden membrane flowed on his body, forming a golden bell.
At this moment, the Great Sun Golden Bell Shield had fused the genuine Qi of the Wedding Dress Divine Art and the Godly Radiating Scripture. On top of the blazing explosion, there was also an additional thunderbolt and toughness.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The attacks of the Eight Ghost Immortals landed on the Great Sun Golden Bell Shield, producing a sharp screeching sound of metal clashing against each other and sending sparks flying everywhere.
It kept tearing, trying to break the Great Sun Golden Bell Shield.
If Jiang Chen hadn't opened the thirteen bags of fortune, he would've had to struggle against any one of the eight ghosts.
But that was only if.
Out of the thirteen bags of fortune, twelve of them were increasing his strength, causing his entire strength to undergo a qualitative change.
Jiang Chen's breathing was sometimes heavy, sometimes weak, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, with an inexplicable rhythm. It was very complicated. Lightning flashed around his body and spread out.
Breathing of Thunder, the breathing technique of the Ghost Destroyer Blade.
It was a technique created to fight against ghosts with the human body. Its main function was to strengthen the heart and lung function, allowing the blood to absorb a large amount of qi in a short period of time. It could instantly increase the body's ability greatly and temporarily have the same physical strength as ghosts.
"Bastard, go to hell now!"
Jiang Chen held the Ghost Head Blade in his hand. His body had fully recovered, and he was exuding a heaven-shattering divine might. Every breath he took caused the air to tremble.
He slashed down at the Eight Ghost Immortals, Lu Dongbin.
The Ghost Head Blade buzzed, and lightning and flames spread out from the blade. It was blazing and unstoppable.
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