Chapter 23: Not Entering the Netherworld, Divine Monk Corpse-Ghost

Kang Kang Qian Deng thought of his childhood when he was infatuated with the Jinghong Sword and often stole into the Sword Pavilion, lightly plucking the sword sound to please his ears.

He couldn't help but learn from Qian Chen, drew the Jinghong Sword from his waist, and sang while plucking the sword, "I look at the heroes of the past, generous and promising in a cup of wine. Righteousness is heavier than life, knowing one's confidant, so they achieve great success with others. I look at everyone today, spirit in the face, shame in the chest. The hero's ambition is cold, the blood is not yet cold, the blade has not touched the body, but the heart is already afraid..."

"Everyone... please fight!" Kang Kang Qian Deng flicked his sword and rose. The sword sound was crisp and pleasant, shaking everyone present awake.

Hong Sihai also raised his head and looked outward. In front of the Wuhu Hall, shadows were flickering. In front of the pavilion, under the archway of the main entrance, several figures stood there silently.

Standing in the very center was a very tall figure. His burly figure was like a tiger standing upright. In the moonlight, his figure was blurry like a ghost, and only the mask of the ghost-eating divine tiger on his face was clear, soul-stirring.

Beside him was a thin and small shadow, wearing a golden cloak, wearing a golden rooster mask, which was terrifying and strange.

Finally, there was a fat man who was greedy and obese, wearing a greedy pig mask, which was very ferocious.

"Not Entering the Netherworld, Divine Monk Corpse-Ghost!"

"Great White Under Heaven, Divine Monk Four-Hours!"

"Opening Mouth to Swallow Heaven, Divine Monk Dadu!"

Hong Sihai's voice was low, his expression solemn, his fists hanging on both sides of his body, his voice echoing in the darkness like rolling muffled thunder: "Twelve Yuan Chen, are there only a few of you who came?"

"They are naturally all here..." Divine Monk Four-Hours's sharp voice made people feel irritable from the bottom of their hearts, like a broken copper gong ringing, "They are in the sky, in the earth, ghosts in the depths of the netherworld, and may even be by your side."

"I don't know when, I will come to take your life!"

Divine Monk Kongming heard this and couldn't help but glance worriedly behind him. Only then did he discover that at some point, that Medicine King descendant had already come to his side, calmly watching everything in the arena. Kang Kang Qian Deng, the young Wu Lin rising star he admired very much, was following closely behind that Medicine King descendant... like a... uh... little follower?

Divine Monk Corpse-Ghost pulled his right hand from behind him, wearing a tiger-head fist glove, the tiger shape was ferocious, as if wanting to devour people.

He leveled his right fist, and a formless, shrill whistle instantly tore through the air, attacking in all directions... Countless shadowy ghost figures rose one after another, shuttling around Divine Monk Corpse-Ghost, mysterious like evil ghosts.

"Peerless Divine Weapon... Grandmaster!"

Hong Sihai's expression became even more solemn, Divine Monk Kongming's face was grim, and the entire Wuhu Hall was filled with a heavy atmosphere that made people unable to breathe. This Netherworld Palace Master, Divine Monk Shigui, had shockingly reached the same Grandmaster realm as Hong Sihai, and even Wudang Master Elder Wan Shi and Shaolin Divine Monk Kongming were slightly inferior.

The tiger-head fist glove on his hand only emitted a slight whistle, which already made eighty percent of the martial artists in the Wuhu Hall wish they could hold their heads with both hands to vent their pain.

This kind of power had already reached the level of a legendary peerless divine weapon.

It was the first peerless divine weapon to descend into the world in the past fifty years in the Wu Lin... and it was worn by the first master of the weapon.

Divine Weapon—Wind God Whistle!

As Divine Monk Shigui gradually restrained his internal energy, the wind around him whistled even more violently. A vast wind energy from heaven and earth came from the nine heavens, vast and mighty, and merged with the momentum of the Netherworld Palace Master and Divine Monk Shigui, like a heavenly dragon drooping its tail. The clouds in the sky rolled into a huge vortex, probing from the sky into the ground.

The whistling tornado pierced the ground between the Wuhu Hall and the main entrance of the Four Seas Hall.

Countless shadowy ghost figures around Divine Monk Shigui flew up with the wind, turning into black shadows and rolling into the wind. The strong wind attacked the heroes in the Wuhu Hall. For a time, most people were blown by the strong wind and couldn't open their eyes.

At this moment, a cold light flashed in the wind.

The head of a famous martial artist hiding in the back suddenly fell off, rolling on the ground.

Then the second, the third...

Heads rolled randomly on the ground, blown by the wind, rolling past the feet of the heroes. In the soul-stealing wind, a hundred ghosts walked at night. The ghosts in the Netherworld Palace shockingly borrowed the tornado strong wind raised by the Netherworld Palace Master, merged into the wind, and flew through the tornado, taking away one head after another.

Finally, someone couldn't bear this pressure. A fairly famous expert cried and laughed: "The head fell off! Our heads fell off! There are ghosts... there are ghosts!"

He shouted and turned to flee... His figure fled far away with the wind. Many people watched him go further and further away, and finally couldn't help the fear in their hearts, quietly following him.

Just when that figure was far away and only a little back view was left, his head fell off, rolling far away!

A headless figure stood at the farthest end they could see... making people feel desperate and want to go crazy.

Divine Monk Shigui looked at all this coldly. Divine Monk Kongming held his nine-ring tin staff, stabilizing the air for dozens of meters around him, and the bright internal energy of light, carrying wonderful fragrance, Zen singing, and Buddha light, shrouded this space, like a fragile glass cover in the black tornado strong wind.

Hong Sihai raised his fist to strike the sky, fighting repeatedly with Divine Monk Sichen, who was swooping down from the sky with endless thunder and fire, relying on his divine weapon cloak and borrowing the momentum of the tornado. A pair of iron fists shattered countless thunder and fires...

Wudang Master Elder Wan Shi slashed out with his Pine Wind Treasure Sword, fighting with Divine Monk Dadu...

The three righteous Grandmasters were actually suppressed by the heaven and earth power raised by the peerless divine weapon of Divine Monk Shigui, a single Grandmaster of the Twelve Zodiacs!

In the strong wind, ghosts were laughing wildly!

At this moment, in the strong wind, an umbrella-holding figure appeared.

Who was holding an umbrella in this strong wind that raised heaven and earth and mixed clarity and turbidity?

Divine Monk Kongming opened his eyes wide...

Qian Chen held the Heaven-Luo San, spiritual light hanging down, blocking all the strong winds three feet away. He walked in the tornado like a stroll, and countless ghost figures borrowed the wind force, attacking from all directions.

The Heaven-Luo San turned lightly... the sharp umbrella surface cut the throats of the ghost figures passing by in the air.

Black blood spilled, inciting countless ghost figures to become even more crazy...

Qian Chen laughed long, "Brother Kang, lend me your sword!"

Kang Kang Qian Deng drew the Jinghong Sword from his waist. A sword light tore through the dim yellow black wind and came to Qian Chen. Qian Chen took this flying soft sword with his hand, holding the umbrella in one hand and the sword in the other, dancing wildly in the wind...

The sword light bloomed in his hand, tearing apart the dim strong wind world. Countless ghost figures screamed in the sword light.

The silver-white sword light seemed like a flash of lightning jumping in the wind, light and agile, carrying a mysterious rhythm... Every jump would pierce a wisp of blood from the wind, and the black blood stretched into threads around Qian Chen. Countless dark-colored silk threads rolled in the wind, carrying a trace of strange temperament.

Qian Chen walked a long distance and came to Divine Monk Shigui.

At this time, the ghosts in the sky had already been killed in fear, killed in madness! They were terrified, they screamed, they cursed... but these only set off this man holding an umbrella under the strong wind, who was as imposing as a god.

Divine Monk Kongming was so shocked that he couldn't even maintain the reserve of a monk. He opened his mouth wide without any image of a divine monk.

"Very good... didn't expect that among this group of righteous trash, there was still a hidden hand. Such a young Grandmaster, such a wonderful umbrella." Divine Monk Shigui raised his right hand wearing the Wind God Whistle and said in a low voice: "You are worthy of my action... and worthy of me remembering your name."

Qian Chen said calmly: "No need, only if you survive are you qualified to know my name."

"But you guessed right! Among the Twelve Yuan Chen, there are indeed people who are ghosts in the netherworld."

Qian Chen threw out a head casually. That head, like the others, rolled in the wind, spinning around. When the head turned to the front, it was about to turn back and fly to attack, and when it looked at Divine Monk Sichen who was flanking Qian Chen, the latter let out a shrill scream... and then fled without looking back!

He would rather face the joint attack of Hong Sihai and Kongming than stay here.

"So it was that brute Horned Fighting!"

Divine Monk Shigui exhaled through his nostrils and snorted coldly.

The Wind God Whistle tore through the strong wind, and countless disordered, unordered, and cruel wind blade fragments killed toward Qian Chen. The Heaven-Luo San turned, dissipating all of them into nothingness. These killer moves, which could tear apart countless masters below the martial arts level, were just a test of the smoke screen in front of the two.

Divine Monk Shigui's right hand turned into a claw, tearing apart everything in front of him. Countless disordered, unordered, and cruel wind blade fragments were about to tear everything inside to pieces...

The ghosts in the sky screamed in terror.

Qian Chen rose with a sword light...

The sword light turned in the countless unordered wind blades, and one sword divided the wind blades torn apart by the Wind God Whistle into two worlds. Qian Chen passed through the gap between these two worlds, and wherever the sword light passed, the group of ghosts fell together. He walked to Divine Monk Shigui. ===== CHAPTER 24 =====