Chapter 160: Yinshan Ghost King
The chain sword was of suitable hardness and softness, wrapping around a skull like a snake, and then the joints closed and the blade was retracted. The Taoist magic scrolls for exorcising evil spirits on the sword lit up, and the Buddhist golden light for subduing ghosts was also emitted.

The Yinshan Ghost King had a solemn expression on his face. He could use the Taoist talismans and the Buddhist golden light naturally, but the impact they had on him was not as great as that of the strange weapon and the weird black armor. He was more concerned about the harmonious coexistence of the two methods without interfering with each other.

"What kind of method is that? Do you practice Buddhism and Taoism together?"

The warden broke the last skull and said with a smile, "Because I want to."

"Nonsense! I will know the truth after I suck your soul away." Two black air crawled out of the Yinshan Ghost King's sleeves and turned into black pythons, wrapping around him.

'Weapon Chimeric Chain Sword deconstruction completed, loading.'

The prison wardens looked at the words in front of him, stretched out his hand and shook it, and deep red photon blood clung to the chain sword, and streaks of red glow lit up.

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The chain sword and the black python entangled and killed each other, black and red energy mixed, and the black python disappeared in a flash.

The wings of light spread out behind the prison wardens, shining brightly, the nodules of the chain sword interlocked, the chain shape turned into a sword shape, and it was shrouded in crimson aura, transforming into a crimson lightsaber of more than ten feet in length.

The wings of light hummed, and the prison wardens turned into a stream of light, passing over the Yinshan Ghost King with a lightsaber, like a heavily armored cavalryman charging with a dragon spear.

The wings of light flapped as fast as thunder. A deep red light flashed from the lightsaber. No human figure appeared, and the dense sword net surrounded the Yinshan Ghost King.

The Yinshan Ghost King did not intend to resist with all his heart. Instead, he released bursts of black gas that turned into thousands of ghost smokes. Each of them contained countless evil ghosts. Even if one was destroyed, there were still hundreds of others lingering.

An arc of knife light flashed, splitting the thick black air in two. The prison wardens stopped and gasped for breath, feeling as if a knife scraped his lungs with every breath. The ultra-high-speed flight and control of the chain sword were a double oppression on his body and mind.

The Yinshan Ghost King looked at his body broken into two halves without saying a word. He raised his hand to hold the lower half, and in a blink of an eye he drilled into the ground. It turned out to be a clone.

Seeing the Yinshan Ghost King leave quickly without saying a word, the prison wardens felt heavy in their hearts. Dogs like these that don't bark are more vicious and one can be bitten if one is not careful. On the contrary, those that talk nonsense are easier to deal with.

The prison wardens held the sword and stabbed the ground. Every breath felt like a knife scraping against his body. However, his body was also rapidly strengthening and evolving to adapt to his current state. His lung function increased rapidly, his body became tougher, and his nerve reflexes became much faster.

After sensing the subtle changes in his body and the rising body temperature for a while, the prison warden unfolded his mecha and released the excess heat. He had been wearing this armor all the time. It made him look handsome, but more importantly, it made people remember him.

He wants to gather the will of all people, but how can he achieve that if he doesn't leave a deep impression on people?

It is obvious which one is more memorable and easier to identify: a knight who comes and goes like the wind, dressed in flowing white and with a handsome face, or a weirdo in strange black and red armor.

Feeling some of his fatigue disappear, the mechas merged together, and the light wings spread out. He looked into the distance, where countless battles were still going on.

"I want all gods, demons and ghosts to know that when they see my armor, they will know that I am here!"

A stream of light flew out.

"Sword Seven, dawn is breaking!"

Sitting on the wooden wheelchair, Zheng Qiuting shouted weakly. He didn't have much cultivation to begin with.

The young man read the articles of saints and became interested in Taoism. He resolutely ran away from home, looking for immortals and gods, and traveled around the world. However, he could not find them. When he turned around, both his parents had passed away, and he became disheartened.

He met his true love by chance, with her by his side, tuning the zither with her bare hands and adding fragrance to her appearance. However, the good times did not last long, when demons and monsters came to attack him. He then learned that his wife was actually a female sword fairy. In order to protect him and his son, she fought off the demons and monsters alone with a sword, and was drowned in the tide of demons and monsters, and her body was never found.

Zheng Qiuting took his young son back to Liudi Village, the place where he was born and raised but had not dared to set foot in the past few years since his parents passed away. The elderly in the village still recognized him, and the old house in the village was still the same, but his parents were gone.

The young son's vitality was damaged by evil spirits and he became ill. Whenever it was cloudy or rainy, he would cough violently. Zheng Qiuting took him to see doctors many times and also went to many temples to pray. He spent countless gold and silver, but his condition did not improve.

Two years ago, his youngest son was vomiting blood. Zheng Qiuting was extremely anxious and angrily accused the immortals and Buddhas of being unjust and the heaven of being blind. However, his legs were broken by someone and he could only watch his youngest son dying in his arms.

From then on, he became a useless man, a useless man with no relatives or friends and no ties to the world.

Zheng Qiuting looked at the sword in his hand and returned after killing the ghost. This sword was originally left by his beloved wife. It was a magic sword. He practiced according to the method left by his wife and generated a lot of magic power, which allowed him to control a flying sword.

Unfortunately, he was dull by nature and not cut out for spiritual practice. Apart from the basic sword-controlling techniques, he could only perform nine sword moves. After using up all nine moves, he was completely exhausted.

He called out the name of each sword move, not for any other purpose, but just to remind himself how many swords he had thrown, how many swords he had left, and how much time he had left to live.

Hearing the name of the sword technique, Fa Qingmo said: Seven swords have been released, and only two swords are left?
The two of them lived here, so they naturally knew each other well. Fa Qing was also extremely miserable now.

Only a thin layer of Buddha's light remained, and most of his monk's robes were torn to pieces. However, the method he practiced was not the best for exorcising evil spirits and ghosts. Now he had been contaminated by ghost energy and turned into a Buddha ghost.

Fa Qing glanced behind him, and saw torches twinkling behind him. Familiar faces were holding hoes, pickaxes, and kitchen knives, but they did not dare to step forward. A golden circle emitting golden light surrounded everyone inside, and all the ghosts avoided it.

Fa Qing didn't blame them. Ghosts were not something that ordinary people could defeat. Going forward would only distract him.

When he turned around for a moment, he was caught off guard and a long tongue attacked and touched Faqing's chest. Faqing felt a tightness in his heart and blood was about to spurt out, but he swallowed it back forcefully.

Fa Qing was quick-witted and quick-handed. With a wave of his hand, he wrapped the long-tongued ghost's tongue around his arm. Golden light burned and wisps of black smoke emerged.

Stepping on the ground, Fa Qing exerted force violently, pulling the long-tongued ghost to stagger. With a loud shout, he swung the ghost like a meteor hammer and swept it out.

When an evil wind blew, Fa Qing used his magical power to transform his flesh body into a golden body. With a crisp clang, he blocked the sharp claws.

He felt a headache as he watched the long-clawed ghost disappear into the night again. This ghost was vicious and cunning. He just watched the group of ghosts attack, and when he got a chance, he would suddenly use his claws and drive the ghosts to attack the villagers near the circle, forcing Fa Qing and the other two to return to defend.

The claw was powerful and poisonous, and most of Fa Qing's injuries were caused by it.

"Monk, it seems that you and I can't hold on for much longer. I didn't expect that I would die together with you in the end." Zheng Qiuting still had the heart to smile.

Fa Qing took a look at the golden ring and sighed. If the golden ring was not maintained by his own magic power, he was afraid that something unspeakable would happen. He looked at Zheng Qiuting again: "Why, Mr. Zheng is also afraid?"

"Hahahaha, the wind and snow have been oppressing me for two or three years, but I laugh at the wind and snow as light as cotton. It's just life and death, what's there to be afraid of!"

Zheng Qiuting laughed loudly, and in a trance he saw a familiar beautiful figure appear, as if she was coming to pick him up.

"If you become a ghost, don't be as ugly as that man-eating ghost."

Suddenly, the phantom solidified and transformed into a female sword fairy. The majestic sword energy spread out and swept away the ghosts.

(End of this chapter)