Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 295 Even God Can’t Defeat Him
The light flickered, and talismans were lit between the intersections.

Chen Ning'an's nose moved, and he smelled the familiar smell of talisman paper ash.

He turned his head slightly, and the three of them separated at once.

Suddenly, they turned around and simultaneously launched talismans, talisman swords, mirror lights, and a pepper wood stick at him!
Chen Ningan didn't move, allowing these things to hit his body. The talismans would shatter as soon as they touched him.

It shattered more completely than an egg hitting a stone.

Chen Ningan looked at them and said, "If you want to pray to the gods, please do it quickly. I'll be waiting."

He had already seen through these people's intentions.

Bei Huazhui's face turned pale, and the panic in his eyes did not seem fake. How powerful is this thing?
He held the talisman, but the other party was too arrogant!

You must know that summoning gods is different from other magic. If you are lucky enough to summon a righteous god after using it, no matter you are a demon or a monster, you will die!

He simply stopped acting, held the talisman three inches above his head, raised it up to the three-foot blue sky, and let the talisman fire burn up!

In an instant, golden light seemed to fall from the sky. Did he really succeed in asking the gods to help him?

Chen Ning'an stood up. This was not out of respect for Bei Huazhui and the others but out of respect for the gods who were about to come. This was basic etiquette.

"Hou Tu Huang Di Qi! With great virtue, please lend a helping hand to this disciple as soon as possible!"

The Great God Houtu?

Chen Ning'an's heart moved, and he suddenly had a strong premonition.

At this moment, his eyes were extremely sharp, with golden light flashing in them, and he stared at the golden light above his head.

The golden light fell into Bei Huazhui's body. When he opened his eyes again, his expression was completely different from before.

"The true god descends from the earth, and the grace of Huang touches all directions, bringing about a good world and perfecting the mind of enlightenment."

An aura of majesty and solemnity emerged, and his eyes fell directly on Chen Ning'an.

At this moment, Chen Ning'an suddenly smiled.

"Haha, hahaha!"

His eyes saw more. Behind Bei Huazhui, there was a yellow dragon that looked extremely familiar.

"It's you, Huang Long, is it really you?"

He couldn't forget this breath, he had invited it before, and it made him blind with just one sentence.

"It's you?"

Huang Long also recognized Chen Ning'an, but his eyes were uncertain at this time.

This child has blossomed after just a short while.

Once the golden flower blooms, it is possible to become an immortal, and the golden road is at your feet.

"it's me."

Chen Ningan almost laughed out tears: "You didn't expect that? I am no longer the same as before."

The Yellow Dragon God shook his head slightly: "However, you are of no use to me. Today, I am invited by the believers to deal with you."

His body can no longer hold on, and he needs to act quickly.

"I also want to see how powerful God is."

With his arms outstretched, he rushed towards the Yellow Dragon God alone.

The latter took a half step back and raised his hand to block.

"Snapped!"

That arm was beaten into a bloody mist by Chen Ning'an. Bei Huazhui's foundation was too poor.

Just at this moment, Huang Longshen also saw the gap.

"Good strength."

He praised, raised his hand and condensed it into a precious pestle.

Chen Ning'an's face changed and he turned around quickly, but it was too late.

In an instant, his body was pierced and a drop of blood fell to the ground.

In an instant, there was a gust of cold wind, the white mist turned into black mist, the sun was stained with blood, and everything was distorted.

Chen Ning'an took a single puff and sucked back the drop of blood.

In an instant, he took out the Vajra of the Death Lamp Realm and struck the Vajra that was circling back.

With a "clang" sound, the two pestles retreated. The Yellow Dragon God was surprised for a moment, then he concentrated again and formed a sword.

"Then why don't you try this trick of mine again?"

"Just eat!"

Chen Ningan raised his hand, and the void sword, dagger, and iron nails came out to fight with him!
The speed was too fast. Huang Longshen wanted to dodge, but he couldn't. This body was too weak.

Even if summoning gods is powerful, it is still directly related to the person performing the spell.

His vajra fell to the ground and shook: "Okay, okay, since I can't use my power, I will use the talisman to suppress you."

Concentrating his mind in the void, a dark yellow talisman took shape in an instant and flew towards Chen Ning'an.

This talisman turned into a mountain! The golden light in Chen Ningan's body rose, and a dark soul walked out!
"when!"

A huge mountain was lifted up by him. Chen Ningan raised his eyes and smiled: "Yellow Dragon God, you were not so weak last time."

There was unwillingness in the other party's eyes, and he drew the talisman again without saying a word.

It is another big mountain, which can be called "heavy!"

Chen Ningan's soul grew three heads and six hands to hold on without showing any sign of weakness.

"You use the talisman, watch me."

He pinched his fingers and a fire leaf was picked out, shining with silver light, and the thunder talisman was faintly stained with a hint of gold.

Thunder Talisman!

This is the first time the Thunder Talisman has appeared since coming to this world.

The moment he saw the thunder talisman, Bei Huazhui's face changed and he exclaimed in disbelief:

"Godly Thunder!"

He recognized that Chen Ning'an had an accident and the thunder talisman had already fallen.

"boom!"

The sky in the hill seemed to be torn in two.

After the Divine Thunder, not even a trace of dust was left of Bei Huazhui, let alone his physical body.

Only a shadow remained in the void, and the Yellow Dragon God looked at Chen Ning'an with complicated eyes.

"Are you from the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder God?"

"The Lord of Heaven taught me the Dharma."

The corners of Chen Ning'an's mouth curled up involuntarily. This was the happiest thing for him.

"Feel sorry."

The Yellow Dragon God shook his head, bowed to him, and disappeared in a golden light.

Chen Ning'an stood still. He straightened his clothes that had been pierced. The flesh inside had now grown back.

"Goddess."

He smiled. There were only two hall masters left here.

At this time, the two hall masters were not in good condition either. They were affected by Chen Ning'an's blood without any hindrance, and they all underwent strange changes.

One of them had tumors all over his head, like a bunch of grapes, and the other was hunched over on the ground like a worm.

However, they were still frightened. This monster had just killed a god!

If they can’t even defeat the gods they invited, how can they survive?
Despair spread, Chen Ning'an reached out to one of them and said, "You use this as a cushion."

There is only one hall master left.

He didn't move, his lower body was already wet.

"Go, take Zhu Hengrui's body away."

Chen Ning'an turned around and the cup of tea spilled.

It's a pity not to recognize the treasure and to waste it.

Li Shechen didn't know how he got the body.

He had a smooth journey, holding a piece of human skin, and walked towards Gushan County in a daze.

He kept repeating one sentence: "God has come down to earth, God is dead."

"Monster, monster."

When Li Shechen returned to Gushan County, he was covered in dirt. If he hadn't been holding a piece of human skin in his arms, County Magistrate Wu might not have known about it.

"What exactly happened here!"

He saw the human skin's face change drastically, "Master Li, why are you back alone? Where are Bei Sizheng and the others?"

"God has come down to earth, God is dead."

Li Shechen only said this, as if he was crazy. He suddenly threw the human skin in his hand:
"Dead, haha, dead!"

How big of a blow was this? Magistrate Wu hurriedly dodged the falling human skin and shouted, "Come here, come here, prepare the coffin!"

"Where is the county lieutenant? Hurry up and prepare your horse and go to Heideng County to find the Zhu family!"

He relied on his intuition and felt that something big had happened.

A few days ago, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, which scared the cattle, horses, and other animals and made them neigh incessantly.

Some dogs were even frightened to death, and the remaining dogs kept barking at Lei Ting's location for three days in a row, howling until they died.

He keenly sensed that something had gone wrong, but for now, it would be better to send Master Zhu's body to Heideng County first.

The county lieutenant set off, pulling the coffin towards Zhu's house.

But the hill at this time was completely different from before.

The white mist dissipated.

Under the sunlight, the villagers in the hills looked at the patterns on the ground, which were so lifelike that they seemed real.

Sometimes the pattern changes without them noticing it at first glance.

The village chief lowered his head and looked at the painting on the ground. The mountains, rivers, clouds, mist, and lakes seemed real.

He couldn't blink, because if he blinked, the people inside would have changed their positions and would be different from before.

"What are you looking at?"

"Fu Zheng" walked over slowly and asked: "Have you bought the paper I asked you to buy?"

Such high-end paper as the one used by the beauty in the small mountain area was only available in the township, so the head of the village sent someone to buy it.

Door gods are going to be posted in this world.

Liao Yun asked Chen Ning'an, isn't it forbidden to harm these ordinary people? Will this cause any problems?
"Who said we should put up the old door god patterns?"

In response, Chen Ning'an just smiled, and the golden flowers on his body swayed.

At the top of the Golden Flower God, he has his own ideas.

"I bought it this morning!"

The head of the village hurriedly got up and went into the house to get some paper.

But his face didn't look very good.

Old Fu Zheng is not the same old Fu Zheng as before.

He had tried to probe before, as Qingming Festival was approaching, and asked Lao Fu Zheng when he planned to go back to worship his ancestors.

In response, Lao Fu Zheng just smiled and said he would go next time.

But he clearly didn't remember where his ancestors came from, so how could he go to worship them?
A familiar person was replaced like this. The village head felt mixed emotions and didn't know what to do. The only thing that was certain was that they could not get out of this hill.

Moreover, Tu Ming also came back and was not dead.

He was locked in a room with two heads.

The evil spirits were openly active in the village, but the village head was powerless to stop them. He felt heartbroken every time he saw the villagers' terrified and uneasy eyes.

Old Fu Zheng took the cut paper away and came to Fu Zheng's house, where Chen Ning'an slowly opened his eyes.

The golden flower on his head shone brightly, and his eyes were a mixture of blood red and gold, sacred and overly evil.

"coming."

Chen Ning'an stood up and picked up a pen to write on the paper.

"Master, what do you want to draw?"

Tu Ming discovered that this door god was different from the previous ones. The previous door gods had auspicious clouds and strange patterns besides himself.

But this time it was different. He only occupied half of the paper, and the other half was actually a talisman.

He didn't know her, but he felt that she looked familiar.

"These are talismans for summoning gods."

Chen Ningan sketched out strokes one by one and said, "It's me who invited you."

He needs to absorb a large amount of spiritual power, so it is unrealistic to look for nightmare-level monsters.

Oh yes, people here call it evil spirits.

There were too few nightmare-level monsters and they could not be replenished at all, so he chose to obtain them from "people".

Everyone dreams at night. That is the "God" at work. He changes the door gods and draws power from those dreams.

Everything has cause and effect, so Chen Ning'an carved a talisman to summon the gods.

Use shelter to offset this cause and effect.

"Master, if you do this, aren't you a god?"

Liao Yun suddenly realized that he was the real god of incense.

"Maybe so."

Chen Ning'an shook his head slightly, but his heart was moved.

The so-called incense, do gods also need these things?
So the question is, if there are no incenses, will the gods fall?

He seemed to understand, but then he rejected it.

Only himself is everything, he will not rely on the outside room.

Even if he doesn't absorb the power of the soul now, he can maintain his current appearance and it is impossible for him to regress.

"When I have finished painting, you can release the person in the painting."

Chen Ningan said without even looking up: "Just say that you invited them to have some fun, and there is no pressure to hang up the door gods afterwards."

Liao Yun nodded, feeling a little regretful.

His ability is very weak.

"Don't worry, your paintings will be hung all over the country of Daqi sooner or later."

Chen Ning'an is very confident about this. As for when it will happen, it depends on whether "Master Zhu" can support him.

The county lieutenant walked on the official road, feeling very nervous all the way.

There were a total of twenty-one constables including him, just to prevent any problems.

Master Zhu only came to Gushan County for training, and he never expected such a thing to happen. He died in a foreign land, and he didn't know how to explain it when he met someone else.

"Master County Lieutenant, the coffin is moving again!"

At this time, a constable came running over with a crying voice.

"Where's Master Liu Fu?"

The county lieutenant sat up and asked, "Please ask him to go and suppress the situation."

"Master Liu Fu went to the village ahead and said he was going to a friend's house to get some cinnabar."

The constable replied that they walked to the back of the carriage and pulled the coffin alone.

I saw a lot of talismans painted on the coffin, all of which were to suppress the evil spirits on the human skin.

Before, Master Li had been holding him and nothing happened. But now that he was put into the coffin, he started to act up.

When you get closer, you can hear the howling coming from inside the coffin.

My throat is gone, how can I scream?
"Go and invite Master Liu Fu."

The lieutenant shouted, and he returned to the carriage.

At this time, Master Liu Fu was talking to someone in a village ten kilometers away.

"Brother, I think Gushan County is doomed."

"How to say?"

The man called Senior Brother looked sideways: "Why?"

"I calculated that there is an evil star rising in the southeast, and it will probably spread out soon."

"Then it's better for you to leave early. I believe that if you return to the sect, the master won't blame you too much."

"Master? Come on, he is determined to become an immortal, does he really need me to bother him?"

Master Liu Fu stood up and said, "I've been out for so long, I should go back, otherwise there might be something wrong with Master Zhu's body."

"Is there something wrong with Master Zhu's body?"

The senior brother pondered for a moment and said, "No way, junior brother, are you traveling with an evil spirit?"

"What else? Who dares to mess with the Zhu family in Black Lantern County? This corpse is used to explain."

Master Liu Fu walked back without looking back, and finally saw the coffin on the road.

He didn't notice that someone came out of his senior brother's room after he left.

"Master."

The senior brother bowed and said, "You suddenly came to see me, why don't you recognize me?"

"Master, it's not that I don't want to recognize him, but I want to see what's behind it."

There was a meaningful look in his eyes, with magical power flowing: "Your junior brother has been followed by an evil spirit."

(End of this chapter)