Chapter 164 Dongquan, I fuck you
The City of the Dead that was falling with such force that it could topple the sky, the young man in a mecha flying with wings of light and one hand raised high, and the terrified and numb creatures below, formed a bizarre scene under the night sky.

boom--

The city fell too quickly and too fast. When the prison warden arrived, it was only ten meters above the ground. Countless buildings and city walls collapsed, broke apart and cracked, and rocks fell down. Fortunately, the people were all on the streets, so there were not many casualties. They just had to be careful about falling rocks.

The prison wardens held up the huge city and slowly lowered it. The huge impact had cracked the hand armor, revealing the arms, and most of the face armor was also missing, revealing half of the boy's face.

Being close to the ground, the prison warden could clearly see the terrified faces of the people below.

"Don't be afraid, I will die before you. When we reach the underworld, I will open a way for you!" he said to the man.

The man trembled his lips, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter it. He just stared blankly at that half face.

'He looks about the same age as my kid at home.'

A thought flashed through that person's mind.

Tiny cracks gradually spread from the arm downwards, and the mecha was slowly disintegrating. More and more people saw the body hidden under the mecha, which was not very sturdy, but rather thin.

The wings of light behind the prison keeper vibrated, gradually merged into one, shrank, and merged into his heart, turning into forward momentum. Along with the gradually falling off mecha fragments, the City of the Dead slowly rose.

Seeing the shadow above their heads gradually moving away, the people below breathed a sigh of relief. Some of those who were standing felt their legs go limp and they fell to the ground.

The Yinshan Ghost King landed on the top of the city, guarded by ghost soldiers and generals. It takes a lot to drive a huge city, and these ghost soldiers and generals are the source of life.

He became ruthless, and countless ghost soldiers were strangled and merged into the City of the Dead, turning into a power source. Even his own magic power was injected into it, and the rising momentum of the City of the Dead slowed down and gradually reached a stalemate.

"Boy, I still have tens of thousands of ghost soldiers here, how can you hold on?" The Yinshan Ghost King killed several ghost soldiers who wanted to escape, and said to the prison warden whose mecha was more than half damaged, "If you can't hold on, don't hold on. Why not escape by yourself? Why let mortals drag you down?"

As he spoke, he used his magic to try to knock the jailer down, but his magic was dispelled by the golden flames that rose up from him.

"People in this world are greedy, angry, ignorant and evil. Even if they have learned a lesson, it is still easier said than done. They are rebellious and seek death. What can you do if you just stand by and watch? Do you want to be a saint?" The Ghost King of Yinshan said earnestly.

The prison warden ignored him. Yes, knowing is easy, doing is hard. Being rebellious leads to death. It is easy to be a bystander and it is simple to just play along. But that does not suit my heart. I want to be a saint!
The Yinshan Ghost King was furious as he looked at the young face of the prison warden and said, "Well, well, well, a young man like you who only knows how to eliminate demons and defend the Way, full of passion, then you will be buried with the mortals of this city!"

He raised his hand and used his magical power to penetrate into the dark clouds. The negative energy transformed into wind, thunder, mountains, and rivers. It was as if the heaven and earth were turned upside down and all fell in front of the prison wardens.

The prison wardens eyes sparkled, miserable but not depressed. Even if wind, thunder, mountains, rivers, heaven and earth blocked my way, what did I fear?

It is nothing more than the extinguishing of wind, the falling of thunder, the splitting of mountains, the breaking of peaks, the cutting of rivers, and the interception of waves.

The sky collapsed! The earth cracked!
All things return to the abyss!

The rolling dark clouds turned into all things falling from the sky. The people in the city were all terrified. They experienced life and death several times and were exhausted.

Suddenly, a man who collapsed to the ground put his hands on his chest, not making a Taoist seal or a Buddha palm, but just clenched his fists, looked at the young man, and prayed silently.

Pray for life, pray to live, pray for the godly boy to fly again.

If you are the giant whale in the sea, then explore the underworld; if you are the golden roc in the sky, then fly high!
More and more people began to look at the young man, without paying homage or praising him, but only praying silently in their hearts.

"Did you hear that?" the prison wardens suddenly asked the Yinshan Ghost King.

The Yinshan Ghost King was stunned: "What?" The prison warden laughed: "Of course it is the heart of the living beings. I heard it clearly."

"They want me to win, they expect me to win!"

He glanced at the people below.

'Then I'll win and show them!'

A golden light suddenly lit up on the chest, and the golden light flowed out from the heart and penetrated the body.

Boom!
The Yinshan Ghost King felt as if he heard a heartbeat.

Boom boom boom!
The pitch-black mecha was wrapped in golden light, gradually melting and merging. Countless mechanical biting sounds were heard, and endless heat evaporated.

Just at this moment, the sun rose, and the golden sunlight shone through the dark clouds onto the earth.

The young man was wrapped in gold and also in golden light. His pitch-black and broken mecha was re-fused and forged into a gilded mecha with intricate patterns all over his body, gold armor with silver edges, a deep red spot on his chest, a dragon-headed chest shield interlocking, tiger-roaring arm armors on both sides, and the chain sword turned into a giant golden sword. With only a single ray of golden light, he was able to destroy the mountains, rivers, and seas transformed by the yin energy.

The prison wardens golden wings spread out and turned into a mechanical golden dragon. Accompanied by the golden dragon, they carried the City of the Dead and flew towards the sky, as if chasing the sun.

With one punch, the mechanical golden dragon followed and penetrated the City of the Dead, destroying the city and the ghosts together.

"The evil emperor sits in the Jade Tower, how long will peace and purgatory last? If he suddenly raises his head one day, all the immortals and gods will bow their heads."

The prison wardens looked at the blazing sun, then stepped on the golden dragon and slowly landed on the ground.

Huiyuan was not dead yet, but was just dying.

"Am I...really wrong?"

"It's not your fault, it's the world that harms people," the warden looked at Huiyuan and said, "Go and come as one, your true nature is clear, the wind has stopped and the clouds have dispersed, the moon is in the blue sky, it's better to go home."

Huiyuan looked at the golden armor, the flowing light and colorful sun, the bright sun hanging in the sky, and the people in the city were ecstatic and running towards him quickly. Suddenly, a sentence flashed through his mind, which he had heard from somewhere and everywhere - it's just living in the world, but you can become an immortal by ruling millions of people.

He struggled to get up, clasped his hands together and said: "I am here to see you off, immortal. Thank you for seeing me off." Then he died.

The prison warden sighed and looked at the increasing number of people running towards him, but he did not dare to get close, and some even kowtowed in worship.

"If you have evil intentions, burning incense will do no good; if you are upright, it doesn't matter if you don't bow to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared, leaving only a group of mortals who were seeking immortality and praying to Buddha in vain.

A hundred miles away, the prison warden appeared and started cursing as soon as he appeared: "Dongquan, get out of here! I know it's you who did this!"

"Oh my, oh my, why are you so angry? Who has angered our saintly prison wardens?" Dongquan, dressed in a black robe and with black hair, revealed himself, holding a person in his hand. As soon as he appeared, he threw the person at the feet of the prison wardens. It was the Ghost King of Yinshan.

"Also, my name is not Dongquan now, you should call me Buddha Wutian." Dongquan said seriously, "I am a little bored building the Great Demon Sound Temple in the Far West, and your journey to fame is too slow. It just so happens that I will build a platform for you. We are one and the same, so who will help you if I don't?"

The warden jumped up and said, "Dongquan, I'll fuck your ancestors!"

(End of this chapter)