Chapter 201: Past Events

"Boom!" The black hole below was like a volcanic eruption; a thick, dense black Qi surged into the sky, and Zhang Sanfeng, sitting on his Bagua Prayer Mat, was also sent flying half a meter into the air.

A malevolent ghost wearing a WWII-era Japanese military uniform, with a green face and fangs, emerged halfway out; his head was as large as a millstone, his body was as black as ink, his clothes were riddled with holes, and he gripped a blood-dripping Samurai Sword in his hand.

That malevolent ghost swung his blade at Zhang Sanfeng, and a black blade-light shot out from his body; the very space trembled, as if this strike from the Japanese soldier intended to split the void in two.

Zhang Sanfeng was long accustomed to this and was not the least bit flustered; he formed a seal with his right hand, and white light gathered in his palm as if he were holding a small sun, then he pointed it downward.

The small sun left his palm and grew in the wind, larger and larger, soon becoming the size of a soccer ball, emitting bursts of milky-white rays.

After being illuminated by this special light, Meng Yifan and Jiang Hailong both felt refreshed and comfortable throughout their bodies.

However, the malevolent ghost that had crawled out of the black hole, upon being illuminated by the white light, acted as if splashed with sulfuric acid; his pitch-black body was continuously corroded, emitting streams of foul-smelling, thick liquid and rising plumes of green smoke.

The Japanese soldier ignored everything, merging his body with his blade, and continued to charge forward, wanting to cut Zhang Sanfeng in two.

"Boom!" The small white sun collided with the black blade-light, like a fireball crashing into a gasoline drum, causing a violent explosion; a circular shockwave expanded outward, and Jiang Hailong was like an Autumn Leaf, directly knocked away by the shockwave, only stopping when his back slammed into the wall.

"Eh! Yin-Yang Qi!" Meng Yifan cupped his hands into a ball, guided the shockwave rushing toward him to take a half-step back, then traced an arc with his hands, using his own Yin-Yang Spiritual Power as a guide to comb through that violent Yin-Yang Qi, diverting their direction and causing them to spin at high speed in his palms.

"Four Ounces Deflects a Thousand Catties, kid, well done." Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily; Meng Yifan's cupping of the ball and tracing of the arc just now looked very simple, but in reality, it was the true essence of Taiji Fist; as long as one learned this point, one could be considered to have truly learned Taiji Fist.

"Go!" Meng Yifan waved his right hand, and this group of violent energy smashed toward the Japanese soldier.

"Boom!" A large hole was blown directly into the Japanese soldier's chest; Zhang Sanfeng's mind stirred, and a three-foot-long sword shimmering with cold light broke through the air, slicing the Japanese soldier in two with a single strike.

The Japanese soldier's body was formed from gathered Yin Qi; although he had been cut in two, he was not yet dead, and like flowing water, he wanted to merge together again.

Zhang Sanfeng did not give him this opportunity; the three-foot-long sword shook violently, one becoming two, two becoming four, four becoming eight, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into sixty-four white longswords.

"Swoosh!" Zhang Sanfeng formed a sword finger with his right hand and pointed forward; the sixty-four Flying Swords transformed into sixty-four streams of light, crisscrossing and cutting the Japanese soldier's body into hundreds of pieces; every time the milky-white sword light swept across the ghost body, it could purify a portion of it.

Meng Yifan was not idle either; he mobilized his own Yang Spiritual Power and joined the ranks of purifying the Japanese soldier; his strength was limited, and he could not deal with the entire Japanese soldier, but purifying the ghost body that had been divided into hundreds of pieces was something he could manage.

The battle happened very suddenly and ended just as quickly; in almost one or two breaths of time, this Japanese soldier who had rushed out was resolved by the joint efforts of Meng Yifan and Zhang Sanfeng.

"Ding! Team hunt of one Fourth Grade Middle Tier malevolent ghost successful, gained 1000 Experience Value points." The prompt sound of the Game Panel rang out once again.

Meng Yifan was overjoyed; in the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty, it took great effort to kill a Third-Grade High-Level Martial Artist, and he only received 800 Experience Value points; now, in this Mysterious Ancient Tomb, just by helping Zhang Sanfeng kill one Japanese soldier, he had gained one thousand Experience Value points.

Meng Yifan had already summarized the experience: to gain abundant Experience Value, one had to kill high-level monsters, preferably cross-level, and the stronger the monster killed, the more Experience Value Meng Yifan gained.

The Japanese soldier was finished off, and Zhang Sanfeng's prayer mat sat once again at the mouth of the black hole, continuing to suppress the black hole below as usual.

"Pfft!" Zhang Sanfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face like gold paper, his body swaying; he had persisted for eighty years, enduring the impact of the Japanese army every single moment, and now he was nearing the point where his oil was exhausted and the lamp was dying.

Zhang Sanfeng was once a Fifth-grade Cultivator, but as Earth entered the End of Dharma Era, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi gradually withered, and Immortal Cultivators found every step difficult, their strength continuously declining.

At the very beginning, Zhang Sanfeng had some Spirit Stones in his Space Ring, and he used them to cultivate, barely maintaining his realm, but after several hundred years, the Spirit Stones had long been exhausted, and his strength had gradually declined to only Fourth Grade Middle Tier.

Eighty years ago, Zhang Sanfeng was gathering herbs in Wild Man Mountain when he encountered Dongying Ninjas and Onmyoji hunting down the Expeditionary Army.

In this primeval jungle, modern firearms played a negligible role, and the soldiers of the Expeditionary Army were slaughtered until they were in total disarray, suffering heavy casualties; seeing they were about to be wiped out, Zhang Sanfeng took action, killing a group of Ninjas and Onmyoji and blocking the powerful enemies in the rear, which allowed a portion of the Expeditionary Army soldiers to escape.

Among the Dongying Ninjas and Onmyoji were true experts; they were numerous and besieged Zhang Sanfeng, the two sides fighting until the mountains crumbled and the earth cracked, the sun and moon losing their light.

Zhang Sanfeng was highly skilled with heaven-defying methods, but unfortunately, his own Spirit Power was limited, and the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was thin, making it impossible to support him in continuously casting powerful spells; he could only fight while retreating, while the Dongying Ninjas and Onmyoji pursued relentlessly, determined to kill Zhang Sanfeng and seize his Space Ring and Dharma Treasure.

During his herb-gathering in Wild Man Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng had inadvertently discovered a Mysterious Ancient Tomb, which was guarded by an Array and filled with dangers.

Zhang Sanfeng had lived for nearly a thousand years and was an expert in the way of Arrays; he had long since cracked the Array and refined the Array Flags, allowing him to mobilize the great array for his own use; this Ancient Tomb could gather Yin Qi and was considered a geomantic treasure land, so Zhang Sanfeng had made it his own cave dwelling.

Seeing that he was no match for this group of Ninjas and Onmyoji, Zhang Sanfeng lured them into this Ancient Tomb and finally used the tomb's Array to seal them all in the black hole below.

Below the black hole was a place where baleful Qi gathered; the Ninjas and Onmyoji were eroded by the baleful Qi and became neither human nor ghost; the Onmyoji's cultivation methods were very strange, and they actually absorbed the baleful Qi to refine their bodies, becoming increasingly powerful.

Over the long eighty years, some Ninjas and Onmyoji had died, but some true experts, like Zhang Sanfeng, had long lifespans and still survived.

They continuously attacked the seal, wanting to leave the black hole and continue to wreak havoc on the human world; Zhang Sanfeng could only sit at the cave entrance, not letting the Ninjas and Onmyoji out.

Zhang Sanfeng was already the peak expert of the China cultivation world; if these Ninjas and Onmyoji above the Fourth Grade were allowed to rush out, no one in the entire China cultivation world could stop them, and that would truly be a catastrophe.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng vomit blood, Meng Yifan asked with concern: "Master, are you alright?"

Zhang Sanfeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head weakly, saying: "It is no matter, a little rest and I will be fine."

Zhang Sanfeng used his Divine Sense to probe the movement in the tomb, his expression grave, and said: "Eh! Onmyoji remnants, Nanyang Descending Head Masters, Western vampires; this time, so many experts have actually entered; they will not be easy to deal with."