Chapter 637: Forget-River Prefect vs. No-Sound Ghost Monk

Tie Tie Tie Guozheng flew back.

He landed on the city wall, the web between his thumb and forefinger had cracked, blood stained the fan handle, and at the same time, a tearing pain came from his arms, and the blood in his body was still boiling, difficult to calm down.

Tie Tie Tie Guozheng had no mind to calm his blood, but turned his head suddenly, paying attention to the battle behind the city gate.

He repelled the White-Bone Giant Crocodile, which could be considered as solving a crisis for White-Paper Xiancheng.

But the previous crisis had not been solved, that is, the Mourning-Music Ghost Spirit who broke into the city, and the six Golden Core ghost generals under the blessing of military power.

Tie Tie Tie Guozheng wanted to return to support ten thousand times at this time, but turning around and rushing into the city both needed time.

"No matter who it is, hold on!"

"Must fight for critical time for the reinforcements!!"

"I'm coming!"

Tie Tie Tie Guozheng gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart.

Wen Wen Ruanyu and Zhou Zhou Wenyan fought side by side, also communicating with divine sense, reaching a consensus: "Block them with all your might, fight for time, reinforcements will definitely arrive!"

Wen Wen Ruanyu sprinkled a scroll. The scroll unfolded, and it was his self-portrait.

His portrait clone walked out of the scroll, looking solemn, and stood at the very front.

Zhou Zhou Wenyan took out a book, with the two large characters 'Spring and Autumn' printed on the cover. The book emitted yellow and green light, spreading around, creating a favorable battlefield environment.

The six Golden Core ghost generals rode on withered bone dead horses, carrying a cold, life-extinguishing pressure, and directly surrounded Wen and Zhou.

Yin-Poison Ghost General didn't even think about it, took out the Hundred-Ghost Poison Pouch from his waist, and threw it directly.

The poison pouch was just an object for casting spells.

Ghost Technique — Yin-Poison Ghost Domain!

Splash.

Viscous ink-green poison liquid splashed everywhere, emitting a foul odor, and then quickly evaporated, turning into Yin Qi filling the sky.

The Yin Qi was mixed with poison, corroding the air with a hiss.

Zhou Zhou Wenyan's Spring and Autumn brilliance was immediately suppressed.

Wen Wen Ruanyu held a brush and cast a Confucian art, writing a large 'Li' (Ritual) character, hanging in the middle of the battlefield.

The 'Li' character bloomed with golden light, decomposing the poison, but soon it dimmed rapidly, first the edges of the 'Li' character turned into wisps of black smoke, and then the font dissolved rapidly, finally turning into nothingness.

Wen Wen Ruanyu's body shook, the spell was broken, the backlash hit his hand, and his Qi sea surged, needing to be calmed.

But the next moment, a sharp wailing sound came.

The wailing sound was extremely sharp and could tear souls.

Even though Wen and Zhou had long urged defensive means, they still felt the pain in their souls.

The two divine senses spread across the battlefield, discovering that the Mourning-Ghost General was frantically shaking a bone flute, and with his violent movements, the wind poured into the large and small holes of the bone flute, emitting a natural sound attack.

"Suppress!" Zhou Zhou Wenyan shouted lightly like thunder in his mouth, opened his mouth and spat, the voice turned into a character, forming a large 'Zhen' (Suppress) character.

The 'Zhen' character also hung in the air above the battlefield, resisting the sound attack, shaking violently, and supported for three breaths before showing signs of collapse.

Although Wen Wen Ruanyu and Zhou Zhou Wenyan were strong themselves and were Golden Core true disciples of their respective sects, it was very strenuous to fight these six ghost generals!

This was because these six ghost generals were all blessed by military power, and their combat power was approaching the Soul Transformation level.

Scarlet Ghost General's eyes flashed with resentment, ten fingers extended, like a butterfly passing through

flowers, shooting red lines from the fingertips, entangling the Spring and Autumn book floating in mid-air.

Her ten fingers merged and buckled suddenly, the red lines were as fierce as steel wires, and then tightened suddenly.

The Spring and Autumn book could not bear the burden and was directly rolled and twisted, making the sound of paper deforming violently, and the yellow and green brilliance also dimmed.

At the same time, Zhou Zhou Wenyan's 'Zhen' character also disintegrated.

This caused the defense of Wen and Zhou to plummet, revealing a huge flaw.

"Zhao Die!" The Long-Axe Ghost General had long been ready. He immediately seized the achievement created by his comrades, his burly body exploded with astonishing power, and he jumped directly from the ghost horse into mid-air.

He raised the mountain-opening long axe high, cast a ghost technique, and his whole body burned with ghostly blue ghost fire, slashing toward Zhou Zhou Wenyan.

After all, Wen Wen Ruanyu possessed a self-portrait clone, and it was difficult for the Long-Axe Ghost General to distinguish the true from the false.

Zhou Zhou Wenyan bore the brunt!

He looked up at the sky and saw the long axe slashing down at his forehead, the air making an ear-piercing explosion, as if it could split mountains and rivers and kill everything.

The Long-Axe Ghost General's accumulated blow was simply fast, ruthless, and accurate.

Zhou Zhou Wenyan's pupils shrank, his whole body's hair exploded, feeling the rich shadow of death.

In the blink of an eye, he only had time to throw out another book.

As a result, before he could fully urge the power, the book was split in two by the long axe on the way.

The long axe carried ghostly blue ghost fire, its momentum increased, and it was about to slash to Zhou Zhou Wenyan's forehead.

At the critical moment, Wen Wen Ruanyu on the other side bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, sprayed out his life essence blood, and frantically urged his Golden Core magic power, infusing it into the brush magic treasure in his hand.

He threw the brush directly.

Confucian Art — Throwing the Brush to Join the Army!

The brush lit up with red-gold brilliance, Dantian Shining so that the six ghost generals narrowed their eyes.

Boom!

The brush and the long axe collided, exploding with violent bangs.

The red-gold brilliance and the ghostly blue ghost fire competed with each other, mixed together, and spread in all directions.

Zhou Zhou Wenyan, Wen Wen Ruanyu, and several ghost generals flew backward, all seriously injured.

Shadow Ghost General cast a ghost technique, turned into a shadow, stuck to the ground, and chased Wen and Zhou.

Wen Wen Ruanyu's life magic treasure was destroyed, and he had already fainted on the spot.

Zhou Zhou Wenyan retained a trace of clarity, perceived the fatal crisis, and he shouted sharply: "Spring and Autumn as sacrifice! Literary Dao dies for righteousness!"

The next moment, the Spring and Autumn book floating on the battlefield burned spontaneously, burning with pure, scorching white holy flames.

The holy flames then expanded, turning into a white-hot pillar of light, covering Wen and Zhou.

Shadow Ghost General groaned, unable to bear this light flame, and retreated straight away.

The pillar of light was quite strong, but it lasted for a very short time and soon dissipated completely.

The six ghost generals surrounded them, and Wen and Zhou were both exhausted, their consciousness blurred.

On the city wall in the distance, Tie Tie Tie Guozheng saw this scene and couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He hurriedly mobilized the commander seal in his arms, wanting to dispatch the Xiancheng formation to protect Wen and Zhou.

But at this moment, Mourning-Music Ghost Spirit, who had been ignored, had already taken out a white candle.

Returning-Silence Path Candle!

This was a square candle, resembling a shrunken coffin, about nine inches long, with the lid and body of the coffin tightly fitted. The four surfaces of the candle were engraved with the 'Hundred Ghosts Carrying the Coffin' picture — countless twisted and wailing ghost shadows carrying the coffin, walking staggeringly toward the void.

The wick of the candle was made of brownish-yellow shroud cloth, combined with a woman's green hair, spirally wrapped.

This was a Soul Transformation-level magic treasure, and it could only be cast once!

"The lost heavy treasure was actually taken by the enemy!" Tie Tie Tie Guozheng noticed Mourning-Music Ghost Spirit's movements and couldn't help but be shocked. He knew that the latter possessed this trump card, but didn't expect it to be cast at this moment to deal with the White-Paper Xiancheng side.

At this, Tie Tie Tie Guozheng had to throw Wen and Zhou aside and fully mobilize the defensive power of White-Paper Xiancheng to suppress Mourning-Music Ghost Spirit.

Mourning-Music Ghost Spirit felt the heavy pressure like a mountain, and every movement became slow.

Mourning-Music Ghost Spirit's expression was numb, without any change, mobilizing magic power, and blowing it reluctantly.

The next moment, the Returning-Silence Path Candle was lit.

The forest-white flames like frost flickered constantly, producing countless fine ghostly blue talismans in the flame core.

A fragrance that was incense-like but mixed with the smell of decay then spread.

The ghostly blue talismans drifted in the fragrance, scattering in the surrounding space, forming white frost filling the sky.

In the white frost, a pitch-black, winding path condensed. On both sides of the path, countless ghost shadows were layered, as if carrying a coffin.

"Damn it!" Seeing this scene, Tie Tie Tie Guozheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

If it were someone else, Tie Tie Tie Guozheng could suppress them all. But Mourning-Music Ghost Spirit was different; she also knew the details of White-Paper Xiancheng's formation.

But Tie Tie Tie Guozheng's suppression was not ineffective; originally there would be seven winding paths, now they were suppressed to only one left.

But one path was already enough to have a huge impact on the battle situation!

Luo Si's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he immediately dispatched, borrowing military power to extend the winding path and place it directly into the army formation of the already-deployed side.

A Dead-Bone Giant Spirit took a step and stepped directly into the path.

The next moment, it took a step and had already arrived inside White-Paper Xiancheng!

If the city gate was not opened, such a teleportation would be impossible. But now the city gate was wide open and could not be closed for a while, and Mourning-Music Ghost Spirit used a heavy treasure like the Returning-Silence Path Candle, making the teleportation possible.

The Dead-Bone Giant Spirit had a huge body and was originally a siege weapon, but now it directly crossed the biggest obstacle — the city wall, and arrived inside the city.

Bang, bang, bang.

The giant spirit roared and smashed around, destroying many buildings in the city in a few moments, causing a large number of casualties.

Countless city people ran around in a panic.

At this time, Myriad Phenomena Sect Golden Core true disciple Yang Yang Sanyan and Soul-Devouring Sect Golden Core true disciple Bone-Tomb Daoist finally arrived.

Both of them just glanced at the Dead-Bone Giant Spirit and immediately gave up entanglement.

"Save people first!" The two communicated with divine sense and reached an agreement in an instant.

They took action one after another, and at the critical moment, rescued Wen Wen Ruanyu and Zhou Zhou Wenyan.

The six ghost generals joined forces to attack, and it was not without gain — Wen Wen Ruanyu's self-portrait clone was chopped into pieces by the six.

Wen Wen Ruanyu's main body suffered backlash, blood overflowed from his nose and mouth, and he fell into a deeper state of coma.

Yang Yang Sanyan directly opened the slit in his forehead and stared at Mourning-Music Ghost Spirit.

Superior Aptitude — Looking Down on Everything!

Mourning-Music Ghost Spirit remained numb, standing in place without moving, like a zombie.

But at the critical moment, the Returning-Silence Path Candle burning in her hand was stimulated, the firelight flourished, the brightness was several times stronger than before, and the burning speed doubled.

White frost filled the air, and the black winding path was generated again, blocking Yang Yang Sanyan's gaze.

More accurately, it was teleporting Yang Yang Sanyan's gaze to other places.

The six ghost generals divided into two, respectively looking for Yang Yang Sanyan and Bone-Tomb Daoist.

The remaining four bypassed slightly and all killed toward the rear together.

The blocking cultivators were all torn to pieces by them, becoming sacrifices for this blood sacrifice.

The four ghost generals' attack intentions were also revealed — their attack routes all converged in front — Paper Giant Statue!

The Underworld.

The blood light of the Offering Tribulation Altar flourished by another 30%.

The Forget-River Prefect couldn't help but show joy, staring at No-Sound Ghost Monk: "No-Sound, do you see? The blood sacrifice is very smooth, I will definitely win, everything you do will be in vain!"

No-Sound Ghost Monk was in a yellow robe, his face like wind-dried orange peel, lifeless, his lips closed into a gray line, as if they hadn't been opened for thousands of years. Only a pair of eyes were turbid, wooden, hollow, reflecting nothing, as if two dry wells leading to absolute nothingness.

He raised his right hand, and a withered index finger with gray nails pointed remotely at the Forget-River Prefect.

Silent and soundless.

However, with the Ghost Monk's fingertip as the center, the space within a hundred feet suddenly collapsed inward!

As soon as he took action, No-Sound Ghost Monk used his trump card.

He mainly practiced 'Nirvana Zen Sutra', and this move was one of the terrifying killing moves in 'Nirvana Zen Sutra' — Returning-Ruins Finger!

The collapsed space was left with only a piece of darkness, and everything was erased.

The darkness spread rapidly, targeting not only the Forget-River Prefect but also this altar.

The Forget-River Prefect's robe danced wildly without wind, he raised his arms high, and shouted: "Forget-River Water Lead, Ten Thousand Souls Running!"

Boundless magic power gushed out, gathering into the Forget-River water that the Forget-River Prefect had drawn out.

The phantoms of billions of dead souls screamed sharply in the river water, finally merging into a viscous, gray-white turbid flow with countless painful soul shadows churning inside.

The turbid flow rolled from bottom to top, reversing the firmament!

The turbid flow peak fiercely collided with the Returning-Ruins black ball.

Chi, chi, chi...

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the corrosive sound made when two extreme great powers were annihilating and consuming each other, which made people's teeth ache and hearts tremble.

The dark yellow turbid flow was constantly turned into nothingness by the Returning-Ruins power, but the Forget-River water flowed endlessly, and the soul power was inexhaustible.

Although the Returning-Ruins black ball was still stubbornly rotating and devouring, its expansion momentum was deadlocked by this vast Yellow Spring power, and the two formed a breathtaking stalemate in the air!

No-Sound Ghost Monk's hollow eyeballs turned extremely slightly.

Even this tiny movement was noticed by the Forget-River Prefect, who immediately shouted "Not good".

This place was not on the Forget-River; he could draw the Forget-River water out of thin air, all thanks to the formation here.

And the one who operated this formation was not just him, but also the five Soul Transformation subordinates outside the swirling Yin wind, and the 30,000 forbidden troops.

No-Sound Ghost Monk had strong strength and was regarded as a great enemy by the Forget-River Prefect; just one move, and he immediately noticed the key to this.

He withdrew his index finger, letting the Returning-Ruins black ball be consumed by the Forget-River Prefect's Ten Thousand Souls Running.

He put his hands together, and then separated them extremely slowly by a line.

Under the heart seal, he cast another move, called Nirvana Zen Sound!

The Zen sound was soundless and qualityless, impossible to capture, impossible to block, like ripples spreading on the water surface, silently penetrating the Yin wind and spreading out.

The Forget-River Prefect fell into hesitation at this moment.

He could save his subordinates, but once he took action to save them, he would inevitably fall into a passive position.

If he didn't save them, his subordinates would inevitably suffer heavy losses, but he would also exchange for the opportunity to take action against No-Sound Ghost Monk.

This opportunity was very rare.

When experts fight, they often fight for a line of opportunity.

Often, if this opportunity is occupied, one can have an advantage, and then expand the advantage rapidly, turning it into momentum.

It is not just experts fighting; when the war reaches the most intense step, one must also fight for a line of battle opportunity!

Mourning-Music Ghost Spirit opening the city gate is a line of battle opportunity.

Tie Tie Tie Guozheng trying his best to repel the White-Bone Giant Crocodile is also fighting for this line.

Now, the four ghost generals killing toward the Paper Giant Statue is also a line of battle opportunity.

"Not good! The Paper Giant Statue has not been stimulated yet, and Wen Wen Ruanyu is already unconscious, which is the weakest time."

"If it is taken advantage of by the enemy, our side will lose a major Soul Transformation-level combat power!" Tie Tie Tie Guozheng was extremely anxious, but was beyond reach.

The ghost generals laughed loudly, approaching more and more.

Among them, the Long-Axe Ghost General jumped out again, his whole body burning with ghostly blue ghost fire, wanting to chop off the giant statue's lower leg.

Bang!

The Paper Giant Statue suddenly kicked, kicking the Long-Axe Ghost General away with one foot.

"Uh!!" The remaining three ghost generals were shocked.

Inside the Paper Giant Statue, Ning Zhuo, who arrived in time, had fighting spirit flames burning in his eyes, and snorted coldly: "Don't even think about touching my mother's things!" ===== CHAPTER 638 =====

The paper giant suddenly kicked out, sending one of the long-axe ghost generals flying with a single blow.

"Ugh!!" The remaining three ghost generals were greatly astonished.

Inside the paper giant, Ning Zhuo, who had arrived just in time, had flames of fighting spirit burning in his eyes and coldly snorted: "Don't you dare touch my mother's things!"