Chapter 655: The Ten Doors of Wrath
Chapter 655: The Ten Doors of Wrath
"Twenty years, seven branches of arrows..."
Although Long Jing Senior spoke casually, Hu Ma could sense a certain overwhelming and heavy emotion in his words.
Watching Long Jing, who was already walking up the layered steps towards the Spirit Summoning Platform, Hu Ma couldn't help but take a deep breath and stand guard at the steps, scanning the area ahead. His heart also felt a bit heavy.
This pressure was truly immense...
Did the Meng family and the Zhang family come together? No, it seemed like there weren't many people from the Zhang family. Most of them were from the Meng family.
It was said that the Meng family had a strong presence in the City of the Wrongly Dead, and now it seemed to be true. The city was surrounded by three layers of people, and they had directly brought over a large army.
Before entering, he anticipated that the task here would be challenging, but he never imagined the difficulty would be raised to such a high level...
However, despite the overwhelming pressure, the thought of witnessing the prowess of a reincarnated predecessor made it all worthwhile. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, and then he slowly nodded, withdrawing his gaze.
He would protect this Dharma.
He slowly lifted his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and stepped onto the ruins. The surroundings had been mostly flattened, except for the ground beneath his feet, which remained solid and real, covering an area of several dozen zhang. There were footprints left by Long Jing as he had just circled the large pot.
By guarding this platform, he could be considered as one man holding the pass against thousands.
"Third Lord, what is that malevolent spirit doing?"
At that moment, on a distant Dharmic Boat, there was an elderly man with flowing white beard, wearing a paper-like blue robe adorned with copper coin imprints.
Surrounded by swirling dark winds, with small ghosts holding umbrellas and ghostly figures burning incense, his status was so noble that even living people couldn't bear to look directly at him.
"Who can fathom the intentions of a malevolent spirit?"
Hearing his words, the nearby Zhang family's Third Lord, who was also a living person, smiled coldly and said in a deep voice, "From the beginning, he agreed to cooperate with us to build this Spirit Summoning Platform, intending to take advantage of the situation to do something against the heavenly order."
"But who would've thought that although this Spirit Summoning Platform was built according to his instructions, who's the fool here? The earth pulse was already activated, separating yin and yang. Without the power of the earth pulse, what could he possibly accomplish?"
As he spoke, he waved his wide sleeves and laughed coldly, "Brother Meng Shi, let's not be overconfident when dealing with this malevolent spirit. Let's capture him first to prevent any further trouble."
"Agreed!"
The ethereal Meng family elder stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "Come, men! Capture this rebellious Zhang family bandit, along with that demon!"
"...Capture him alive, don't harm his life!"
"..."
"Your command is my duty!"
His figure was insubstantial, and even his voice was like the wind howling through the dark winds. But as soon as his order was given, it stirred up a chorus of wails in the surrounding dark realm.
Above the ruins of the mansion, amidst the dark realm, dark mists surged, and several towering ghostly figures, seven or eight zhang tall, emerged from the depths of the darkness. They were all armored in bronze, with wide-open mouths, and suddenly, chains clattered and flew out.
The chains swirled and danced, approaching Hu Ma, who stood atop the ruins, wrapping around him like giant pythons. In an instant, they were about to bind him tightly and pull him off the platform.
"Armored Malevolent Ghost?"
Hu Ma's eyes turned cold. In the Netherworld, there were countless evil ghosts, and even a faint ghostly spirit would be given armor to make them formidable. But according to the rules, only the Evil Suppression Bureau and the Ghost Gate officials could armor the ghosts.
Moreover, the armor worn by the officials was only made of iron, far inferior to the golden armor of the Evil Suppression Bureau's Golden Armor Warriors.
This was clearly written in the Evil Suppression Bureau's Golden Armor Collection. The Meng family had broken the rules...
...Of course, there were many similar rules, but he couldn't do anything about it at the moment.
He could only coldly smile and take a step forward, shouting, "With this old man here, which bold ghost dares to cause trouble?"
As he spoke, he stomped his foot, summoning power from the ground, and grabbed the chains that had entangled him. With a shake of his arm, the chains snapped and flew backward.
The tall and powerful ghosts surrounding them in the dark realm shattered their bronze armor, which scattered in all directions. Their ghostly bodies disintegrated, forming a cloud of sorrow.
"This malevolent spirit is formidable!"
Even the Zhang family's Third Lord and the Meng family's elder were slightly frowning at this scene.
The Zhang family's Third Lord, a noble man, couldn't help but furrow his brows. He shouted in a deep voice, "This malevolent spirit has learned the skills of the New Year Guardians. Even Zhou Jia Sigu is no match for him. We must not underestimate him."
"Brother Meng, be extra careful. Don't let the fish escape the net or the cooked rabbit slip back into its hole, only to ruin our success at the last moment."
"..."
"Haha, Third Lord, rest assured..."
But the Meng family's elder also frowned upon hearing the Zhang family's words. He coldly smiled and said, "That's why I said that capturing this malevolent spirit is best left to our Meng family.
"It is said that Soul Reversal is the bane of New Year Guardians. Even with a decade of arduous cultivation, the clumsy skills of a New Year Guardian can only amount to a few cents and fractions, barely enough to withstand a few black-fur winds."
"..."
As he spoke, he merely waved his wide sleeves and coldly ordered a nearby small ghost holding a flag, "Pass on my command. Ghost Generals and Yin Soldiers, quickly capture the malevolent spirit and capture this villain. With the Incense Fire Token, you will be granted permission to return to the Yang World, establish a temple, and forge a golden body!"
"I grant you the enjoyment of incense and fire, and you shall consume the entire mansion!"
"..."
Upon hearing these words, the little ghost immediately scurried off to deliver the order, and a gust of yin wind swept through countless ghost formations.
In an instant, cries of ghosts could be heard all around, and dark clouds suddenly rolled towards Hu Ma's location. Upon closer inspection, these clouds were teeming with countless small ghosts, forming a dense, black mass.
Without even getting close, the accompanying gale alone made one feel as if their heart was sinking to the very bottom.
"The most terrifying are often the clumsy techniques..."
Witnessing this scene, even Hu Ma couldn't help but sigh deeply, not daring to be careless for a moment. With no trace of his footsteps, he strode across the platform.
Indeed, within the Mansion Guarding New Year, there was the notion that Soul Reversal could overcome New Year Guardians. In the land of the living, even after a New Year Guardian's arduous cultivation for three years or a decade, gaining a set of skills, a Soul Reversal practitioner could recite a mantra, bow a few times, invoke ghosts and spirits to possess them, and gain immense strength, becoming as formidable as the New Year Guardian.
This was even more true for those who had entered the Netherworld. A New Year Guardian who had passed away and entered the Netherworld, due to their cultivation, would have a heavier soul than an ordinary one.
But this was the Netherworld, where the weight of souls could be stacked. With countless fractions and cents of souls, the power was unimaginable. A gust of wild wind blew by, and even the most ferocious malevolent ghost would have to be cautious, for even an ant could kill an elephant given enough numbers.
Of course, ordinary souls wouldn't dare provoke malevolent ghosts, but after being manipulated by the Meng Family's Dharma Gate, they became unaware and fearless.
Leaving would be easy, but having agreed to guard the Dharma, he couldn't back out halfway.
Facing this vast ghostly wind, Hu Ma gritted his teeth and stood firm in his position, right where Long Jing Senior had left his footprint before entering the Spirit Summoning Platform.
With his current skills, it was nearly impossible to withstand the seemingly endless ghost generals and yin soldiers of the Meng Family, but with the Harmful Gate Mansion Guarding New Year technique left behind by Long Jing Senior, things were different.
Taking a step forward, he reached the "Prosperity" position of this place.
Before entering the Netherworld, Hu Ma had learned some secrets about the Noble Zhang Family. He knew that the Noble Zhang Family, or the Head Culprit Clan, had their foundation in the ten positions of Brightness, Auspicious, Inauspicious, Concealment and Reflection, Prosperity, Harm, Rapid, Injury, Emperor Deficiency, and Three Rams Open Mountain, through which the changes of heaven and earth could be controlled.
Now, standing in the Prosperity position, Hu Ma could receive the blessings of this place, strengthening his divine soul and invigorating his energy.
Of course, in the Yang World, the Prosperity position required meticulous calculation and was not as simple to find. But in the Netherworld, everything was born of change and was entirely under the control of Long Jing Senior, making it different from above.
In short, the inner city of the City of the Wrongly Dead already belonged to Long Jing Master's treasure, but he had lent it to Hu Ma for use.
"Huff!"
As he firmly stepped into this position, he suddenly revealed his divine form. A four-armed, four-meter-tall malevolent ghost appeared, its face contorted with rage, and it rushed towards the surging mass of ghosts and souls, suddenly opening its blood basin-like mouth.
With a sudden sound, like a whale sucking in water, countless souls and small ghosts were swallowed into its mouth. The next moment, it spat out a gust of evil wind.
The wind blew out with a roar, sweeping away the clouds of ghosts and souls like a whirlwind scattering leaves. The sky was momentarily filled with fragments, and within, countless cries of "Father" and "Mother" echoed as chaos ensued.
The Great Bellied Ghost King appeared, blocking the way, and countless small ghosts could not invade.
The spectacle shook the entire Netherworld, causing a rumble as if an earthquake had occurred. The battle was so intense that even the City of the Wrongly Dead seemed to tilt due to the uneven weight.
Outside the City of the Wrongly Dead, Divine Skill Zhao Family's Zhao Sanyi and Chen A Bao, who had just returned, watched the scene with concern.
Fearing discovery by the Meng and Zhang Families, they couldn't get too close. But the commotion that had just occurred excited them, and they patiently waited, only to suddenly see so many dark clouds gathering, startling them, "Oh no, we've been tricked..."
"How did the Meng Family summon so many powerful ghosts?"
"..."
On the other side, within the dark clouds, the Second Pot, who had been quietly meditating, suddenly opened his eyes.
Looking towards the City of the Wrongly Dead from afar, his heart trembled, "Damn, what's going on?"
"It's just killing a person. Why is there such a commotion?"
"..."
"..."
At that moment in the City of the Wrongly Dead, as the Great Bellied Ghost King appeared, swallowing ghosts and chewing flesh, countless small ghosts, in their fear, defied the Meng Family's ghost-driving order. They wailed and turned to flee, even crashing into the Meng Family's ceremony tent.
The Meng Family Patriarch's face finally changed, and he exclaimed, "How could the Zhou Family not know about such a formidable New Year Guardian?"
(End of Chapter)
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