The Eighteenth Chapter: The Real Life of the Money Tree (2)
第十八回 摇钱树之造化真人 (二)
"He actually plotted against him." Fang Chen cursed in his heart. He didn't know what to do in the future, so how could he teach others. However, at least he has no time to pay attention to these things now. The golden light of merit has been destroyed, but all things are relative. If the power of evil is too strong, it is evil that suppresses the right.
The golden light of merit is naturally attracted to ghosts. Those Shikigami basically rushed forward without the command of Fukuda Yasuju and others. Behind them, dozens of Onmyoji waved their staffs, using their own magic power to increase the attack power and speed of ghosts such as Snow Girl.
"The Emperor Wuliang Tianzun." Fang Chen showed a strange smile on his lips. The fiery red gourd above his head emitted a fiery red light, protecting himself tightly in the middle. The demon-suppressing tower on his right hand suddenly flew into the air. The entrance of the tower was so big that it was big. A black light fell, but there were countless soldiers and generals. The leader was handsome and burly. He held a blood-red sword in his hand and bowed to Fang Chen: "Bai Yunfei, the commander of the Pojun, will pay homage to the Lord."
Fang Chen nodded and said, "You can lead the Pojun to destroy such monsters. On the one hand, you can eat their essence and blood to increase your magic power. On the other hand, even if you die in battle, you can enter the Asura realm, or reincarnate, or become an Asura tribe."
Bai Yunfei was overjoyed and bowed: "Thank you, Lord." He stood up, turned his back to Fang Chen, shouted: "Wind, strong wind."
"Wind, strong wind." Tens of thousands of soldiers also raised their weapons in their hands and shouted loudly. Although some swords were damaged, what could not be concealed was the murderous aura. A murderous aura that was fought on the battlefield hundreds of years ago, in the era of cold weapons, or in the era of anti-Japanese war. Sometimes even cultivators retreated when they saw it. The murderous aura soared into the sky, and ghosts and gods avoided it. Although Fusang's Shikigami was beneficial, there were few people. Facing the black ghost soldiers, everyone was panicked.
"Kill!" Bai Yunfei stood in the middle with a blood-red sword, with tens of thousands of soldiers beside him in front of the sword and shield, spear behind him, and bows and arrows on both sides pressing the formation, and killed the Tengshe. Tengshe looked at the rushing ghost soldiers, with a hesitant look on his face. Bai Yunfei shouted: "Who are you? You actually come to my China to be arrogant. Death! Take the arrow!" Countless sharp arrows shot out, like dark clouds covering the sun.
"The golden light of merit, all evil will avoid it! Break it!" Fang Chen sat cross-legged in the air, waved his hand with a smile, and saw a colorful light falling on these ghosts, and there were faint glows of light. Good and evil were incompatible, but at this moment, they could actually rely on each other. It turned out that these ghosts listened to Fang Chen's preaching day by day. Although they had not transformed into shape, they were not afraid of his whole body of merit. In this way, the weapons of those ghosts also contained a trace of merit, and even the arrows shot out had a trace of merit.
Although these Shikigamis are profitable, they cannot withstand so many sharp arrows. Although they are also ghostly, they are all in thoughts. However, they are weapons blessed by the golden light of merit. Although the Shikigami shot did not die immediately, they also screamed. I don’t know how many black holes were shot on their bodies, but they couldn’t make up for them, like a sieve.
"Damn it." Tengshe looked at his subordinates. There were several black holes on them. The colorful lights were constantly eroding their black body. They were very angry. The boss suddenly had a big body, and the ugly body was flashing with black light. The bows and arrows shot on the snake, but they fell one after another.
Bai Yunfei soon discovered this problem. He was about to come forward to clean up the Teng Snake, but he saw the Teng Snake flying out of the air, and his huge body hit the sword and shield in front of him. The Pojun ghost soldiers screamed, some of which were knocked away the black air, and some of which were hit with their chests. It was obvious that they could not die anymore. Bai Yunfei's ghost eyes were blood red. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly saw a few golden lights breaking through the air and heading straight to the nine heavens. He was very surprised and looked carefully. He found that it was the ghost soldiers who had just been hit and killed. He was very happy and shouted: "Brothers, try to kill the enemy. The living can devour the ghosts in front of him, and the dead can be heavenly soldiers." His words greatly boosted the morale of the Pojun army, and they all killed the Shikigami.
Fang Chen, who was staying behind, was also shocked. Unexpectedly, the ghost soldiers who had been kind enough to accept him had such a place in the end. When they could not die, they could still ascend to heavenly soldiers.
In fact, not only was he surprised, but even staying outside De Anran and others were also shocked. First, countless roars came from the hall, and then the sound of the roars of the cold wind. If it weren't for the fact that Fang Chen, the "Super Immortal", could have defeated the Fusang Japanese pirates who had high magic power, and with the "Super Immortal" had orders, he would have rushed inside to see what the hell was. He thought so, but Si Xue didn't think so. She knew what the "Super Immortal" was, and when she was anxious, she was about to rush in.
Suddenly, Zhao Han shouted loudly, "Look, there are so many golden lights!" Everyone looked up and saw hundreds of golden lights rushing out of the museum and shooting towards the Xitianyu. In a blink of an eye, they did not enter the sky.
"Ascend?" An Ran's expression moved and suddenly sighed: "No wonder the Supreme Immortal is so powerful. It turns out that he is a subordinate of Emperor Gou Chen."
Si Xue asked quickly: "Grandpa An, how do you know that he is a subordinate of Emperor Gou Chen?"
An Ran smiled and said, "The loud shouting in the past must be the slogan that the immortal called his subordinates to fight. The golden light turned into after these heavenly soldiers rushed to the sky and pointed directly to the West. Emperor Gou Chen ruled the Western Heaven and led the army to rebel. So I can conclude that the immortal came from the command of Emperor Gou Chen." As he said that, he touched his beard with a plan.
"Since it is a heavenly soldier and general, how could it be killed by the ghosts of Fusang?" Lin Li suddenly said disdainfully. He looked at Si Xue's anxious look and concluded that the true man of fortune was a little suspicious. "In my opinion, there may be something wrong with the origin of this immortal." He glanced at Si Xue.
"Can't these heavenly soldiers die? The gods on the list of gods may die, let alone heavenly soldiers! If they were not heavenly soldiers, what would the golden light mean?" Zhao Wuji finally recognized an immortal master, so how could others slander it?
"Yes! Yes! In my opinion, you are jealous of my master's great powers. Hum, and jealous of my elder brother's worship of a good master. Yes, yes, that must be the case." Zhao Han's black eyes rolled, and he said what he thought without hesitation, and regarded Fang Chen as his master without hesitation, as if it was natural.
"you…"
"Okay, Lin Li, the Supreme Immortal does not allow you to slander. It is his fate that Brother Zhao Shi can worship under the Supreme Immortal's Sect." An Ran suddenly said coldly.
"Thank you, Grandpa An." Zhao Wuji bowed.
"Hmph, so what if you worship the Supreme Immortal Sect? The cultivation world is now in decline, and you haven't seen anyone ascendant for hundreds of years. If you have an immortal master, you may not be able to ascend." Lin Li thought to himself: "It's strange that this true person of fortune is. Isn't it really that poor student named Fang Chen?" After thinking about it, he glanced at Si Xue again.
Chapter completed!