Chapter 65: The final struggle
“Master, I can already use the Lower-Dirt Technique. Isn’t it awesome?”
“Hmph…”
“Old fart, what are you laughing at? Didn’t you see that when I used the Lowering Technique, the old guys couldn’t sit still and came out to stop me? Are you laughing because you’re afraid I’m better than you?
“More powerful than me? Do you know that the power of the lower world is used to summon the power of the dead, and then with the help of the two forces combined, the power of the soul is used to make the body use more advanced magic?
“I know this. Don’t change the subject. Do you have to flatter me to death?”
“No, but I’ll puke if I praise you against my will! Since you know that you are summoning the power of the underworld, are all ghosts the same? Do you think that ordinary spirits can compare to fierce ghosts? Just like the summoned spirits of the underworld, there are also ordinary spirits, ghost soldiers, ghost generals, ghost kings, and even ghost emperors! What kind of fish are you summoning now?”
“I… there are so many levels of ghosts? Master, where are they?”
“Where? I don’t know! I just want to tell you, don’t look down on the lower level of Taoism. Although it is lower, if it can summon the Ghost King, and the upper level of Taoism can only summon heavenly soldiers, who do you think is more powerful?”
“Master, I understand. What kind of ghosts do you usually summon with the lower-level magic?”
“If I’m not particularly focused, then it’s a ghost general. If I’m focused, I can definitely summon a ghost king. But I don’t use it lightly…”
“Why? Isn’t that amazing?”
“First, the power of the ghost king is too destructive. Second, it is difficult to suppress. By the way, I have to remind you that there are many unsolved mysteries in the art of Taoism. The rule we can figure out is that the stronger the spiritual power, the stronger the soul, and the more powerful the ghost you can invite. However, it is not impossible to accidentally invite a being that you cannot control at the moment. At that time, you must quickly send it away, even if you have to pay a price. Otherwise, the soul will be damaged, and it will become an idiot at the least, or even be scattered to the four winds at the most.”
“That’s amazing, Master. One day, can I invite the King of Ghosts and control its power?”
“Yes, I will. How could my disciple be bad? When you can use the power of the ghost king in the art of the underworld, I will definitely praise you for being amazing!”
In the mist, in the chaos, I saw a scene like that. Before the battle in the deserted village, my master was setting up the formation. I was holding the formation flag and following my master step by step. That day, it was getting late, and the deserted house and field were cold, but the image of my master was so warm.
I remembered the conversation I had with my master at that time, and every word and every syllable was so clear.
The power of the Ghost King was almost breaking through my spiritual power at that time. My little finger, which I was trying to suppress, was suddenly pushed back a little, and it froze there. I heard Ruoxue calling out to me worriedly, “Brother Chengxin, Xiao Chengqian and many others are worried about me. I heard Shahu’s angry, worried, and labored howl, but I couldn’t hear any of it. All I could think about was one sentence: At that time, I will praise you for being awesome!
This sentence exploded in my heart, as if it had formed a firm obsession, with an infinite will. Master, today you have to praise me for being awesome!
I looked up at the sky and shouted, and just then, I suddenly pressed down on my little finger!
With a loud bang, the power of resistance receded, and the overwhelming power suddenly became obedient, gently covering my entire body. I opened my eyes.
This is the first time I have summoned a ghost king and successfully used its power. Master, can you see it? In the midst of the falling snow, I suddenly felt a little sad.
I didn’t even notice Xiao Chengqian’s exclamation. Yes, as long as you invite a guy who can be king, the shadow of the one you invited will appear behind you. This is common knowledge. Behind me stood a majestic shadow in armor, but it was green-faced, and anyone who knew could tell it was the Ghost King.
I looked up at the situation of Silly Tiger. At this moment, Silly Tiger was in a very embarrassing situation, just like the time when he was holding back the Infant Spirit Ghost Mother in the Black Rock Miao Village. His body was covered with wounds. This ghost head was not necessarily better than the Infant Spirit Ghost Mother, not to mention that Silly Tiger had grown up.
The key point is that I looked at He Long and shouted, “You used the method of sacrifice to stimulate the ghost head, and then used your soul will to manipulate the ghost head. Two against one, you beat my tiger, isn’t it great?”
He Long looked at me warily, his face ugly. As fellow cultivators, he couldn’t have failed to see the shadow behind me. What that shadow meant, the evil cultivators who rarely used magic might not know, but he could feel the pressure of the Ghost King.
“Silly tiger, hold on a little longer.” I yelled, and Silly Tiger responded with a tiger roar.
Then, I quickly started to move my hands in a series of gestures, and then I fell into meditation. The endless thoughts and ideas entered the vast old forest, and the mountain god came to see me!
With the help of the power of the ghost king, this time the magic was exceptionally smooth. As I called out, a new force suddenly merged with the ghost king.
“Hmm…” A sound that shook my soul came from behind me. I didn’t have to think about it to know that behind me, just like Xiao Chengqian, the shadow of the mountain god appeared.
But at the same time, Xiao Chengqian exclaimed, “Speak out, approach the essence, you little brat actually invited more than 50% of the power of the mountain god.”
I looked at Xiao Chengqian, then, like Xiao Chengqian, I stamped my feet on the ground, put my arms around my chest, and shouted, “The power of the trapped spirit!”
At that moment, I felt as if I could actually touch the green ghost head. I could feel its surging, magnificent power. I knew at once that a ghost head of such power could not be formed simply by devouring the souls of two demons. It is no wonder that Silly Tiger was in a mess. Against a ghost with such power, Silly Tiger, who was originally only a remnant soul with a little strength, was no match for it. With the help of He Long, it is easy to imagine.
With the help of the lower Taoist magic, the magic of trapping spirits had a great power, and the ghost was suddenly trapped in a certain atmosphere.
“Saihu, revenge for a grudge, and justice for an injustice. Get it!” I yelled!
And Shahu responded with a surging and excited fighting spirit, along with a little bit of the grievance that I could finally help it, and I no longer rushed over with the exhilaration of two against one!
Facing the trapped ghost, Shatu was naturally unceremonious, using claws, teeth, tail, and charging, and finally, it bit off a large piece of energy from the green ghost, shaking its head and tail, but it didn’t swallow it, but instead threw it into the air, directly in front of the young fox.
A smile crept onto my lips. This silly tiger knows how to share. It seems to have a good relationship with the young fox!
The young fox was also very polite. It jumped down from the shoulder of Brother Chengxin and began to devour the ball of energy in large mouthfuls. The stupid tiger was also very polite. It bit off another large ball of energy, and this time it swallowed it itself.
“No, you can’t. You dare to destroy my master’s ghost head.” He Long’s thin and frightened voice came from over there. Obviously, he was panicking. It turned out that this was his sect’s elder’s ghost head, not his own possession.
The ghost head was struggling violently, obviously unable to accept this passive situation, but unable to break free. Joking, the power of the trapped spirit under the blessing of the ghost king is not something that a ghost head that has not even been visited by its true master can break free of.
He Long’s face showed a look of pain and indecision, but looking at the struggling and howling ghost head, which was becoming smaller and smaller, finally made He Long make up his mind. He took out a black sharp hook and suddenly stabbed it into his chest. Looking at this scene, Lao Zhang exclaimed in surprise. After all, Lao Zhang could not feel the cruelty of the battle. Perhaps in his opinion, it was not as bloody as cutting people with a knife.
Seeing He Long’s actions, he couldn’t help but shout, “Why did this kid commit suicide?”
But He Long was not committing suicide. The cultivator stabbed himself in the chest, but in fact, he mostly wanted to take a drop of blood from his heart, the blood with the most essence, not to stab himself.
Once in the Black Rock Miao Village, a woman’s fingernail pierced my chest!
Sure enough, my guess was right. He Long did indeed take out a drop of bright red heart blood, then began to chant the incantation for sacrifice.
Is this a final struggle? I shouted, continuing to trap the ghost and communicate with Shatu to let it hurry up and attack the ghost. Shatu naturally didn’t hold back either.
But as He Long made the sacrifice, the ghost began to swell. Gradually, its green face turned into a deeper shade of green, and it roared, about to break free.
I knew that the power of the trapped spirit could not hold the blue ghost head. I shouted, “Sata, let me join forces with you and beat them up!”
“The power of striking the soul!”