Chapter 315 Shura, the Ghost Monk

Everyone would certainly not sit and wait for death. This meat ball was obviously pregnant with something, so they would not stand there stupidly. However, even if the crazy sword energy swung by old man Jie Dao and the Yin Tai sword of Taoist Tianchen fell on the cracked surface of the meat ball, they were like a drop in the ocean, with no effect at all. The huge meat ball did not even shake.

The black energy of the old man Jie Dao rolled, and a Shura ghost condensed behind him, but compared with the previous ghost, the ghost was more solid: "Qinglong, Tianchen, and the boy from Chunyang Dao, don't waste your efforts. This shell is not as easy to cut as the strange tree. For all egg-laying creatures, the eggshell is the first line of defense against attacks before it breaks out of the shell. If you can't break it, just wait and see!"

"Let me make it clear first. My ghost shadow can only last for two hours, but controlling the crazy sword energy will speed up this time. When that thing breaks out of its shell, I will use my ultimate skill with the greatest killing power. If you don't want to face the big ghost and a ghost Shura at the same time, take out the things at the bottom of the box as soon as possible."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the Shura shadow behind him and focused on breathing in and out, trying to adjust himself to the best state.

Taoist Tianchen, who was left with only his head, simply uttered two words: "Five Swords."

He turned to look at Yan Jing: "I didn't expect that there are still fellow Chunyang Daoists alive at this time. I thought Chunyang had been lost in history."

Yan Jing was silent for a while: "There is still one group left, and I am the only one left."

In this world, Yin Sha is the mainstream, and Yang Gang is just the auxiliary energy that neutralizes Yin Sha. If practicing Yin magic is twice the result with half the effort, then the difficulty of pure Yang will increase by more than ten thousand times. The human body in the Yin realm is simply unable to withstand the majestic Yang Gang. Just breathing in this thick Yin Sha may cause one's cultivation to collapse, and everything will be in vain.

It was all because the Yin method of practicing was too weird and strange, which could easily shorten one's lifespan and damage one's physical body. If one made a mistake, one would become a strange creature. The practitioners in the Yin world were unwilling to sit and wait for death, so they did the opposite and focused on concentrating a little Pure Yang. Unfortunately, that group of Pure Yang Taoists all ended up badly. Not only was the world targeting them, the weirdness, the Immortals and Buddhas were all trying to destroy this Taoist school. Most of the Pure Yang Taoists either went crazy to death, or died of self-detonation due to conflicts in their practice, and they once disappeared.

"Stop talking, the meat ball is moving unusually, get ready to take action!" the Five Organs Monk reminded.

Just as he finished speaking, a sharp claw pierced the eggshell, and then a huge body squeezed out of it. Although everyone closed their eyes, the sound of the body rubbing against the ground and the slight tremor under their feet indicated what kind of behemoth it was.

Yan Jing, who had opened his third eye, saw it most clearly. It was a giant dragon with black scales and red claws. Its snake-like body was densely covered with shiny scales, and on its abdomen were countless small hands. It did not look like a dragon, but more like a centipede. It was not sacred, but an evil dragon.

The evil dragon broke open the eggshell, roared, and flew up to the sky. The entire sky was filled with his body. His head was on this side, and his tail was already a hundred miles away. He flipped his body in the sky, sweeping away countless clouds.

Along with the roar, the people who had their eyes closed could actually see the dragon, every detail was clear, and they could even see themselves, which looked smaller than the evil dragon.

The evil dragon swallowed up clouds and exhaled mist, spewing countless breaths from its huge mouth, like billowing wolf smoke, dyeing the entire sky black.

Everyone felt a slight chill in their bodies, and Qinglong said, "Death, evil, darkness, filth, strangeness, darkness, absoluteness, poison, evil, this really opened my eyes, all the evil spirits in the world are here!"

The old man Jie Dao watched the image in his mind become clearer and clearer, and the evil dragon was rolling as if in front of him. He simply opened his eyes: "I was born with a lonely fate. I lost my mother when I was born, my father when I was young, all my children died in middle age, and even my master and disciples were killed by me. Until now, I have no relatives or friends in the world. If I die on this trip, please ask Wangluo Si to arrange my funeral for me. Just say that old man Jie Dao has been liberated. I'm leaving." The four-armed Shura shadow behind him had a flash of anger on his face, but the long sword in his hand did not hesitate. They turned over and chopped off three arms of each other, leaving only the arm with empty hands.

Cut off the resentments and hatreds, eliminate the hatred and separation, forget about what you cannot get, be crazy with all your heart, then you will be liberated!
The old man with the sword then turned around and looked at the Asura ghost behind him. He reached out and held Asura's empty hand, with a hint of joy on his dull face: "People often say that I am a natural Asura. You have been with me since I was born. My parents and children are all dead, and in the end you are the only one left to accompany me. It has been one hundred and eighty-five years. It is not an exaggeration to call you a Taoist friend. Now I need to trouble you again."

He grabbed the hand, pressed it against his chest, and finally smiled: "Please follow me to death."

Shura Ying's face was originally full of rage, but now he had calmed down a lot. He looked at the old man with the knife as if he were a sentient being, exerted force with his hands, pierced his chest, and the old man with the knife died.

A trace of desolation flashed across Shura's ghost face. He looked at the corpse hanging in his hand like a rag, his hair and beard standing out. He pulled hard with his one arm, and a slender blade was pulled out from the corpse of the old man Jie Dao. The corpse turned into ashes in an instant. This was the unique method of Jie Dao used by the old man. He had already made up his mind to die. When all his relatives and friends were dead, he should have gone to the underworld. It's just that this death was delayed again and again, and today, he finally got what he wanted.

The one-armed Shura roared continuously, looking like a madman, or maybe he was crazy. The next second, he appeared under the evil dragon. Shura raised his knife, leaving a long and thin knife mark, cutting open the evil dragon's abdomen.

Unfortunately, the evil dragon was so huge that the seemingly horrific wound was just a minor scratch to him.

Human figures flashed in the sky, and each of them wielded a huge black sword, determined to turn the evil dragon into minced meat.

But the evil dragon didn't feel any pain. It just turned over its body and crushed countless sword beams. The dragon opened its mouth and spewed out black smoke, which enveloped Shura. Shura's ghost shadow melted for the most part in an instant.

Qinglong sighed and looked at the other three people: "The sword has been unleashed, it's our turn next."

"My cultivation is low, so I will leave first." The Five Zang Monk smiled slightly, his Maitreya-like face reflecting joy.

He chanted the Buddha's name, slowly lowered his head, and died. His body turned ashen blue, and suddenly, his eyes opened.

The Five Internal Organs Monk practices the Five Internal Organs Ghost Raising Technique, which is a method of using the internal organs to raise ghosts. One must constantly use essence, blood, magic power and lifespan to feed the little ghost. The existence of the little ghost in the body hinders vitality, and the yang energy is restrained, so the ghost can't exert half of its strength. As a result of mutual hindrance, most people who practice this method do not live long, and the ghosts are also constantly tormented by the yang energy and lose their cultivation. As for why the two interfere with each other but have to coexist, that is another story.

Now that the Five Organs Monk has been reincarnated as dead, the Yin energy in his body is thriving, nourishing the internal organs and ghosts, and a gloomy door opens behind him.

The gates of hell are wide open, and hundreds of ghosts are patrolling the streets.

(End of this chapter)