Chapter 644: Wangchuan Prefecture Lord vs Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord

Unlike Ning Zhuo was puzzled, noticing that the Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao had words behind her words, but he couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't figure it out, so he immediately asked with spiritual sense.

The Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao said: "Heavenly secrets cannot be fully leaked. Although the Dao of Fate is mysterious and extraordinary, abusing it too much will suffer from the jealousy of the earth and the condemnation of heaven."

"Especially some things, if you know them in advance, it will surely trigger heaven and earth to take action, making the future change drastically, deviating from the results you calculated, or even the exact opposite."

"I have already pointed out too much to you, Xiao Zhuo."

Unlike Ning Zhuo hurriedly said: "Mother, you know more than I do, I won't ask, you must take good care of yourself!"

The Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao turned around and walked to the front of the paper army.

This was the seventh army. It was precisely because it was incomplete that there was an opportunity to be exploited, and it was used by Meng Yao during her lifetime.

The paper people stood quietly in place, having experienced long years.

The cinnabar on the thin armor seemed to have condensed into blood spots, and the smell of aged incense ash seeped out from the seams of the stitching.

The infantry's long spears were as dense as a forest, and dew drops condensed and hung on the arrowheads of the crossbowmen.

Thirty-six divine chariots were placed quietly like coffins, and the three-headed and six-armed paper gods held cloud gongs and wind flags, but they looked like clay sculptures and wood carvings. Only the ninety-nine-foot plain silk banner rolled from time to time in the Yin wind.

The Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao also stood still, brewing and accumulating power.

After a dozen breaths, her lips parted, and she whispered a formula.

Mouth seal.

At the same time, her fingers flew like butterflies.

Finger seal.

Her spirit and magic power were all poured into the formation disk, officially opening the arrangements she made during her lifetime.

The vast ground emitted a faint light.

The faint light quickly became grand, becoming dazzling, and injected into each paper person.

This process lasted for twenty breaths, and the paper people swelled up, as if lamps were lit from the inside, each becoming a human-shaped paper lantern.

Finally, the soul-leading banner at the top of the big win shook violently, and the seven-layered banner tail danced like a wild snake.

Swish swish swish...

The sound of paper money flying and scattering filled everyone's eardrums.

The eye sockets of the paper people were all lit up, having spirit. Countless talismans appeared all over their bodies, burning brightly like branding irons!

It was as if heaven was wielding a paintbrush, and colors were rendered on the bodies of the paper people until they were complete.

The ox cavalry stared ahead, the mounts puffed out rough breaths, and the ox hooves began to dig the ground.

The flying paper armor quickly thickened, turning into heavy iron armor.

Long spears and shields turned solid one after another, and bows and crossbows were the same.

The three paper gods crouching on the chariot shafts were an exception, without any changes.

The middle army commander slowly opened his eyes, his armor colorful, emitting bright colors, the most gorgeous.

The Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao flew up slowly, then landed on the chariot, standing beside the middle army commander.

She beckoned to Sun Lingtong.

"Coming, coming." Sun Lingtong hurriedly led the ox cavalry squad and merged into the army.

The next moment, this paper army set off with a bang!

Altar battlefield.

The Wangchuan water already had a monstrous momentum, surrounding and supporting the entire altar, flowing endlessly.

The Wangchuan Prefecture Lord hid in the river water and did not show his face.

And in the high sky, the Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord sat on the scorched bone lotus platform, overlooking this river water. Beside him, in the lotus seed holes of the lotus platform, nine candles were inserted. Each candle was as thick as an adult's forearm.

Only the candle directly in front of the Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord was burning.

"The Soul-Hooking and Spirit-Leading Candle is indeed well-deserved." The Wangchuan Prefecture Lord praised in his heart while healing his wounds.

To inherit the position of Prefecture Lord of the Ghost Fire Underworld, one must walk through the Flame Flow Silent Earth and guard the Fire Soul Purgatory for eighty-one days.

This difficulty was extremely high.

Therefore, for many times, the previous Prefecture Lord of the Ghost Fire Underworld passed away, but there was no qualified successor, leading to the vacancy of the Prefecture Lord position and the decline of the underworld's strength.

Often at this time, it was a great opportunity for the Wangchuan Underworld to take the initiative to attack.

And once there was a successor to the Prefecture Lord, those who could meet the succession conditions were bound to be very powerful existences.

Therefore, almost every Prefecture Lord could bring prosperity to the Ghost Fire Underworld. The Ghost Fire Underworld with a Prefecture Lord was often very strong.

The Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord of this generation was the same.

During his lifetime, he was a teacher at the Red Bright Dao Academy, specializing in fire-line methods. After death, he became a ghost cultivator and continued the path of his lifetime.

It is worth mentioning that the Red Bright Dao Academy was a super power, specializing in fire-line related methods, collecting fire seeds from all over the world. Yin Jiuzhu had an important position in the Red Bright Dao Academy during his lifetime, and being able to become a Prefecture Lord after death was also because of the accumulation during his lifetime, making him very good at dealing with fire lines.

Although in the underworld, fire lines were not as prosperous as in the human world.

But Yin Jiuzhu took a different path, consuming the accumulation of a prefecture, using all his strength to search, allowing him to accumulate and erupt, creating nine different strange fires.

The development of strange fires had not yet reached the level of fire seeds, so he could only use fuel storage.

And this fuel was constantly adjusted, refined, and upgraded, and finally, it was the nine candles surrounding him.

This was the masterpiece of his life's cultivation, and Yin Jiuzhu couldn't help but be proud.

Therefore, he abandoned his name during his lifetime and used this name that was close to a nickname.

Soul-Hooking and Spirit-Leading Candle!

Once this candle was lit, it could ignite strange fire, forcing the souls of surrounding living beings to be hooked and go into the candle flame, to be used as fuel to burn.

Under Yin Jiuzhu's full activation, even the Wangchuan Prefecture Lord's soul was swaying in his body.

Of course, part of the reason for this was that the Wangchuan Prefecture Lord had consumed quite a bit in the previous two battles.

The Wangchuan Prefecture Lord was like this, and his subordinates outside the altar were even worse off, having lost half of them before, and now only one Nascent Soul remained, with less than ten thousand forbidden troops.

Especially the forbidden troops, after the Wangchuan Prefecture Lord took over, he constantly eliminated and cultivated, gradually replacing them with elites loyal only to him. This was the accumulation of over a hundred years of painstaking management!

Such losses were quite devastating.

Therefore, the Wangchuan Prefecture Lord activated a small Wangchuan tributary, not only to surround the altar but also to circle the power of the Soul-Hooking and Spirit-Leading Candle flame, actively bearing most of the power to preserve the subordinates outside the altar's whirlwind.

Yin Jiuzhu sat on the scorched bone lotus platform, looking down, hiding caution, not wanting to enter the river actively.

Wangchuan, this was not a river that anyone could step into at will.

The vast majority of living beings would lose their memories and emotions because of soaking in Wangchuan, and in severe cases, even their souls would sink.

It was only the contemporary Wangchuan Prefecture Lord who relied on his unique talent to be able to step into the Wangchuan Long River for a long time and frequently, and be able to use it to such an extent.

Seeing this scene, the Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord's intention became even firmer.

"Absolutely must stop the Wangchuan Prefecture Lord's action this time!"

"He already has such talent, if he is allowed to succeed again, then he will be terrifying."

Although until now, the Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord still didn't know what the Wangchuan Prefecture Lord's final goal was, this did not prevent him from fully blocking the Dao.

Because after the Wangchuan Prefecture Lord made such a big move, the Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord felt bad, like facing a great enemy, and visited a capable person who was proficient in calculation.

The result calculated made the Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord feel horrified—after the Wangchuan Prefecture Lord succeeded, he lurked for several years, and his strength soared unreasonably. Finally, with his personal combat power, he led the entire Wangchuan Underworld, went on an expedition to the surroundings, and annexed many forces such as the Ghost Fire Underworld.

Not only that, he also reached out to the human world, captured the White Paper Immortal City, touched the entire Yin-Tide Black-Wet Swamp, and established a ghost-human kingdom covering both Yin and Yang!

A cold light flashed in the Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord's eyes, he activated magic power, and lit the second candle.

The Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle lit up suddenly!

It was not a traditional candle shape, but a miniature cold ice coffin shape the size of a palm, crystal clear, with cold air overflowing. There was a small hole in the center of the coffin lid, with an ice crystal candle wick inside.

A strange fire ignited at the candle wick.

This strange fire was only the size of a soybean, ice blue in color, burning quietly, as if crystal without the shaking and swaying of ordinary flames.

The ice-blue candlelight shone on the flowing barrier surrounded by the Wangchuan tributary.

The ice layer spread crazily like a plague!

The waves that were surging like angry flood dragons a second ago instantly solidified into static ice sculptures, maintaining the ferocious posture of angry waves hitting the shore.

Wherever the ice layer passed, even space itself emitted a groan of unbearable burden, spontaneously condensing into fine, dense threads of dark blue frost patterns.

The Wangchuan Prefecture Lord hid in the Wangchuan tributary, immediately feeling a strange cold, extremely bone-chilling, wrapping over from all directions.

The Wangchuan Prefecture Lord immediately fell into a dilemma.

"If I go out, I will surely be illuminated by the Soul-Hooking and Spirit-Leading Candle, and my soul will be sucked out of my body."

"If I stay here, I'm afraid I will become a fixed prisoner in the Wangchuan Ice River."

The Wangchuan Prefecture Lord's thoughts were like electricity, immediately thinking of a solution.

The next moment, a figure broke through the air and killed directly towards the Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord in mid-air.

The Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord looked closely and saw that the enemy was a giant.

He was three feet tall, pitch black all over, and the rough, coiled muscle texture was like a dried-up and cracked riverbed. From the surface of the body, one could find dark red blood vessels under the skin, flowing slowly like hot magma.

On the top of the giant's head, there were countless pitch-black small holes, emitting strands of black smoke.

Wangchuan Prefecture Lord's split soul—Earth Evil Turbid Filth God!

He breathed with Yin energy, bled with turbid energy from the ground, and had bones made of ancient sinking iron. His defense was like a mountain, and he possessed great power!

The Wangchuan Prefecture Lord's main body specialized in water-line Yin-attribute cultivation methods, but the split soul he worked hard to forge was closely related to the earth line.

Regardless of what he was considering, once the Turbid Filth God was released, he immediately broke the stalemate.

His steel giant fist made a wind-breaking sound, fiercely smashing the glacier, crushing the glacier, making it flow again, still a branch of the Wangchuan River.

The fist wind swept across the battlefield, and the frozen space disintegrated one after another; countless dark blue frost patterns were shattered, completely and violently destroyed.

The Turbid Filth God did not forgive, and killed towards Yin Jiuzhu.

Yin Jiuzhu was offended, snorted coldly, and fiercely activated the third candle.

The Heart-Gouging and Blood-Weeping Candle lit up quietly.

This candle was dark red in color, like solidified dirty blood, and the surface of the candle body was uneven, constantly expanding and contracting slightly, as if a heart was beating.

And its candle wick was a thin, black bone needle that seemed to still be bleeding.

At this time, it was lit, and the candle flame was also dark red, burning silently.

Wherever the strange fire shone, all living beings would have severe heart pain and constantly lose heart blood.

The Earth Evil Turbid Filth God's divine body was not a flesh and blood body, but he still got hit.

The extremely compressed earth lung turbid energy in his body, viscous like mercury, flashing with earth-line spiritual light, was now drawn out from all over the Earth Evil Turbid Filth God's body, quickly dyeing his whole body red.

"Uh... roar!" The Turbid Filth God let out a painful roar, his expression twisted, his forward momentum stopped abruptly, and his huge body staggered and knelt halfway on the way.

The Wangchuan Prefecture Lord was shocked: "It seems that the Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord's candle has transcended the outdated concept of blood. Any part that can be analogous to blood will be hit and constantly lost."

What caused the Turbid Filth God such pain was not just the Heart-Gouging and Blood-Weeping Candle, but also the illumination of the previous Soul-Hooking and Spirit-Leading Candle and the Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle!

So much so that a dignified split soul suffered a huge blow under the three candles shining together.

The Wangchuan Prefecture Lord had to take action to save his split soul.

He took a deep breath and used the mouth seal: "Earth Lung Breathing, Turbid Waves Surging! Activate!"

He spread his arms, his momentum soared, even if he exposed the specific location of his main body, he would not hesitate, just to fully activate, racing against time.

The next moment, the rumbling sound shook heaven and earth, resounding through the battlefield.

The formation roared, setting off hundreds of gas columns, shooting into the sky.

These gas columns were each as thick as a giant python, viscous like petroleum, filled with the foul smell of filth.

It was the earth lung turbid energy that had accumulated for endless years deep in the underworld earth.

Earth lung turbid energy could pollute magic treasures and make spirituality dusty, but for the Wangchuan Prefecture Lord's Earth Evil Turbid Filth God, it was a heavenly material and earthly treasure, the best peerless elixir for him.

A turbid energy column like a python rushed into the Earth Evil Turbid Filth God's body, immediately allowing the latter to recover at full speed.

The next moment, the Earth Evil Turbid Filth God stood up straight with his head held high, becoming even more vigorous than before!

Not only that, these turbid energy columns also intertwined and entangled, forming a layer of viscous, heavy, rolling and boiling turbid energy sky curtain on this battlefield!

Placed in it, Yin Jiuzhu immediately felt breathing difficult, invisible pressure wrapped over from all directions, he was like falling into a quagmire, doing any action was more laborious than before. Even mobilizing magic power was the same.

He didn't dare to be careless and immediately made a response.

On one hand, he activated the Yin Crow Ghost Pupil Candle to observe the battlefield; on the other hand, he activated ghost arts, still hitting the Earth Evil Turbid Filth God.

A huge bone hand flew out, extremely fast, directly grabbing the Turbid Filth God's arm.

The bone hand ignited spontaneously, fierce phosphorus fire pale with green, burning the Turbid Filth God until he roared again.

The previously indestructible sinking iron body was softened and collapsed in the fire, rising large pieces of pale green poisonous smoke. The bone hand's fingers were like a hot knife cutting butter, deeply embedded in the Turbid Filth God's arm.

The Turbid Filth God was controlled and drilled into his body by Yin Jiuzhu's second ghost art.

Strands of purple-black fire lines as thin as hair pierced and twisted within the divine body, like thousands of poisonous snakes.

The Turbid Filth God's internal organs were pierced, and the dark red veins flashed red light violently, and he was in such pain that his whole body trembled violently.

And the third ghost art, after brewing, formed nine three-legged silver crows in mid-air!

The silver crows wrapped in ghost fire, crashed onto the Turbid Filth God's chest one after another, exploding one after another.

Boom boom boom...

Nine explosions in a row, blowing the Turbid Filth God's chest empty, leaving only a layer of skin on the back connected. ===== CHAPTER 645 =====