"He couldn't help but build the City of Vain Deaths and even sent his subordinates to burn, kill, and plunder everywhere. It would be fine if they joined the City of Vain Deaths, but if they didn't join, not only would their lives be in danger, but their entire race would suffer."
"At that time, my father rejected the Ghost King's recruitment. You all saw the result. Therefore, I want to go to the City of Vain Deaths to take revenge."
After hearing the white fox's story, Cao Ming and the others looked at each other.
"How far is it from here to the City of Vain Deaths?”
"It's a day's journey, but you have to pass by Homecoming Platform on the way. There are a large number of ghost soldiers stationed there."
Cao Ming turned to Ninth Uncle and the others and asked,""What do you guys think?"
"As a Taoist, I naturally have the obligation to clean up the sect."
Ninth Uncle, who hated ghosts and monsters, naturally wouldn't be polite when he heard that the Ghost King was a Taoist.
"I'll go!"
The young man saw Cao Ming looking at him and nodded.
"Then of course I have to go. That's a city. There must be something good there!”
Fatty rubbed his hands excitedly and spoke before Cao Ming could ask.
"No, I'm afraid you have to go back and stay with Pan Zi."
Cao Ming shook his head in the face of Fatty's enthusiasm.
"Brother Cao, why?"
Hearing that he couldn't go, Fatty became anxious and hurriedly asked.
" Ghosts are inauspicious things. They are a combination of 18 calamities, such as decline, disaster, misfortune, stench, and death. Since you came to the forbidden area, how many ghosts have you come into contact with? Look at your face."
Without waiting for Cao Ming's reply, Ninth Uncle took out an Eight Trigrams Mirror and handed it to Fatty.
When Fatty saw his dark skin and bloodshot eyes, he immediately turned pale with fright.
"How did this happen? Why are you guys fine?"
"Nonsense. We are all cultivators. The Yin Qi has already been purified before it has even entered our bodies. Of course you can't compare!”
Ninth Uncle patted Fatty and explained.
"Alright, it's settled then!"
Then, the three of them sent Fatty away and rushed to Homecoming Platform under the guidance of the white fox.
Along the way, they discovered many abandoned villages. According to the white fox, the ghosts here had been moved to the City of Vain Deaths by the Ghost King.
"White Fox, are you the only demons here?”
Looking at the little fox on his shoulder, Cao Ming had always felt strange about this and could not help but ask.
"Don't call me White Fox. You can call me Bai Qian in the future. My father said that this name is the name of my ancestors."
"As for the demon race here, it seems that only my fox race is here. According to the records of the race, our race split from the Qing Qiu fox race. I don't know anything else."
Qing Qiu?
Cao Ming looked at Bai Qian and didn't say anything.
The few of them were not ordinary people. They arrived at their destination in less than half a day.
"Is this the Homeward Viewing Terrace you mentioned?"
Cao Ming pointed at the broken wall in front of him and asked Bai Qian in disbelief.
"How is this possible? This is obviously the Homecoming Terrace. I've been here countless times!”
Bai Qian also shouted in disbelief. One had to know that she had come here to take revenge. It was impossible for her to be mistaken!
"From the looks of it, someone arrived before us."
Ninth Uncle pointed at the footprints on the ground and turned to Cao Ming.
"Let's go to the City of Vain Deaths. Everything will be clear there."
Cao Ming glanced at the footprints and took the lead to rush towards the City of Vain Deaths.
Homecoming Platform was not far from the City of Vain Deaths. In less than two hours, Cao Ming and the others arrived outside the city.
"This…?"
The scene in front of them shocked them.
[What the f * ck, which fierce person is this? He actually charged straight into a city?]
[Heavens, there are probably tens of thousands of ghost soldiers, right?]
[The one charging is Master Fa Ming. I just came from his stream. I don't want to say it, but a master is a master. Cao Ming can't compare to him at all.]
[So it's a bald donkey. What's the big deal? I'll see little brother later. I guarantee that he'll beat the bald donkey up.]
"It's a Buddhist. This person has already cultivated into a Golden Body Arhat and is not afraid of the Yin Qi of the ghost soldiers."
Ninth Uncle, who had come back to his senses, saw through the other party's background at a glance and said in a solemn tone.
"It's Faming of Golden Mountain Temple!"
Cao Ming glanced at the young man, not expecting him to know him.
At this moment, a huge figure walked out of the city. Looking at Fa Ming who was slaughtering the ghost soldiers, he roared angrily and rushed towards him.
"Monk, you dare to behave atrociously in my City of Vain Deaths? I'm going to tear you apart!"
"It's the Ghost King's mandrill!"
Bai Qian gritted his teeth as he stared at the huge figure.
Cao Ming nodded. Actually, he had already recognized the other party's identity.
According to the Hundred Ghosts Record, although this mandrill was a mountain spirit, some places even worshipped it as a mountain god.
However, this guy liked to kill and eat human brains, which was why he was listed in the Hundred Ghosts Record.
"Vile beast, don't be impudent!"
"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Blessed Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Bhamakong, Evil Extermination."
Facing the mandrill that was charging at him, Fa Ming angrily rebuked. He formed a Buddhist seal in his hand and slapped out.
Then, a golden light flew out of his palm and turned into a giant palm that pressed down on the mandrill.
"Roar!"
Seeing the giant palm coming at him, the mandrill let out a furious roar. It crouched down slightly before jumping up abruptly and crashing into the giant golden palm.
"This mandrill has underestimated the monk. A monk who has cultivated into a golden arhat isn't that simple!”
Ninth Uncle shook his head and said when he saw that the mandrill was going to fight the giant palm head-on.
Just as Ninth Uncle had said, the mandrill was sent flying to the ground instead of shattering the giant palm.
Then, the giant palm pressed down, and the pitiful mandrill only let out a miserable cry.
"Ninth Uncle, is this Buddhist golden light that powerful with the support of the golden body?”
Cao Ming turned to ask Ninth Uncle when he saw the mandrill die.
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