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Chapter 344: Carrying Mountains to Kill Ghosts, Drinking Rivers to Eat Ghosts (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)

Martin turned into a god, but he did not have skin as white as snow, nor did he have the habit of eating wind and drinking dew.

He held a gun and a knife and a large shield in his hands. A misty aura surrounded his body and light poured out from his body, illuminating his armor and the face of the god. He looked very much like the statues placed in the temple.

He shattered the Yin soil in front of him with a shot, then he restrained his breath and his body began to shrink, but he was in a godly state and Huang Tian seemed to be hanging behind him.

"Are you the Taoist who prayed to death for a piece of it?"

Martin opened his mouth softly, without exerting any force, but his voice spread throughout the underworld and into everyone's ears, like the sound of thunder.

This is what is called "the law of heaven", which is also the "sword of words" that Confucian disciples always talk about.
Martin didn't care about this. He just looked at the monk in front of him. No matter the black robe or his half-human, half-ghost state, it was impossible to ignore such a capable person.

You know, the other ghosts and gods had turned into ghosts the moment the ghost country barrier collapsed, and then died under the artillery fire of Huang Tian’s army.

Huang Tian's army was as fierce as wolves and tigers. As soon as the soldiers went out into the battle field, they captured the ghosts and gods who wanted to escape, and bombarded them with swords, guns, and artillery.

These ghosts and gods, who have lived for who knows how long and have eaten countless lives, took out all the things they had hidden in the bottom of their boxes. They didn't care what they would look like. They just wanted to escape this disaster, even if it meant becoming wandering ghosts in the future.

But in front of the swords, spears, muskets and artillery of the Huang Tian army, all the spells they cast turned into ashes before the thunder and fire, every treasure they threw out was smashed into pieces, and the bestial parts turned into countless pieces of meat and bones.

"From your tone, you seem to be very familiar with death!"

The Taoist who once created this ghost country saw all this, but had no reaction and just asked Martin questions.

"Seeing friends you've known for hundreds and thousands of years being killed one by one, is this the only thing you care about?"

Martin's voice rumbled, not hiding his dissatisfaction with the Taoist priest in front of him.

The Taoist smiled coldly: "Those people and I are not of the same kind. Moreover, matters of life and death are originally one's own business. Now that death has come, do you still want me to protect them one by one?"

"It seems to make sense, but you are the one who caused all this. Isn't it hypocritical to say this now?"

Anger arose in Martin's heart, and the mist around him began to burn, turning into a raging flame, burning the surrounding negative energy.

"So I came to die!"

The Taoist shook his head slightly, a look of calmness and tranquility appearing on his face. If another ray of light were to shine down from the sky and cover him, he would be no different from a martyr.

"Poverty."

"I'm not interested in knowing your name, go to hell!"

Martin was originally curious about who could grant the blessing of death, but when they met, he found that he was no different from the ancient people he had met before.

He puts on such a righteous look, seemingly taking responsibility for his own actions, but in fact he is just satisfying his desire to finish a show.

Maybe the Taoist priest really thought so in his heart, or maybe he was just pretending to be like this, which made Martin feel disgusted.

"Throughout history, I have seen too many hypocritical people like you. If you really want to repent, then go and commit suicide. Why do you come to me and act like this? Do you think this is a stage for a big show?"

"It's so disgusting!"

Martin thrust his spear forward, and the vast light from the sky seemed to illuminate most of the underworld. Then the light from the sky descended and turned into countless sky fires, hitting the underworld like raindrops.

Martin only used one move, but it caused turmoil in the underworld. The Taoist priest was locked in the heavenly fire, and his black robe began to glow red.

As long as the Taoist priest doesn't dodge and is hit by the heavenly fire, it would not be difficult for him to die hundreds or thousands of times, let alone die once. Not even a thought would remain.

But under the yellow sky, everything became insignificant, and everyone seemed to be flattened, with no difference, even Martin.

The power of heaven was so overwhelming that the half-human, half-ghost Taoist priest could not help but tremble all over. His original indifference disappeared without a trace, and a feeling of rage and unwillingness rushed out uncontrollably, occupying his body and mind.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"

The Taoist roared, grabbed a whisk from thin air and swept it forward.

The five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth were summoned and entangled with each other, then formed a wheel, rolling forward and turning into mountains of knives, seas of fire, forests, oceans, and rock formations, forcing out a path under the might of heaven.

"No one can take my life away except death!"

The Taoist rose up, and endless Yin energy poured into his body. In a flash, he turned into a real ghost, but he was still constantly absorbing Yin energy. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a ghost king. Then he took the step that countless ghosts were looking forward to and turned into a real ghost god.

His black Taoist robe began to twist, and the scriptures turned into a picture of ghosts burning on fire, with an illusory crown on his head.

Martin could have interrupted the opponent, but he didn't. In order to show Zhang Jue a complete battle, he retracted the spear in his hand.

However, when he heard what the ghost Taoist shouted, his face became distorted.

"So you did all this just to show your face in front of death? That's disgusting, too despicable. You're a person who has achieved success in cultivation."

"hehe!"

The ghost Taoist's pure energy was completely consumed, and he completely turned into a king of the underworld, staring at Martin ferociously.

"A god like you certainly won't understand my pain. In the past, the world was turned upside down, and the heavens directly abandoned us practitioners. I had no choice but to pray for death!"

The more the ghost Taoist defended himself, the more contempt Martin looked at him with.

"Of course I know that compared to death, I am like a grain of rice compared to the sun and the moon. But at least I can leave a deep impression on her, even if it is a disgusting impression."

As the ghost Taoist priest spoke, he connected with the rules of the underworld. Countless negative energy gathered behind him, and countless ghosts gathered behind him, stretching out their hands towards Martin.

"Ugh!"

Martin closed his eyes. Although he no longer had a stomach, he still felt nauseous and wanted to vomit something.

"That's enough. Stop repeating your disgusting thoughts to me. If you want to die, I'll grant your wish now."

Martin was speechless. He originally thought this guy was a hypocrite, but he didn't expect him to be a pervert.

"Did Death already know this and push this task onto me?"

As soon as this thought flashed through Martin's mind, he threw it out of his mind.

Anyway, I have already accepted the task, so there is no point in thinking about it anymore.

Besides, we cannot let this ghost Taoist priest escape under any circumstances. Otherwise, God knows how many things he will do to anger God and man just to see death.

"I never thought that Death would find a general from the Taiping Dao to kill me! Weren't you guys already beheaded by Han Ting?"

The Yin energy on the ghost Taoist priest became heavier and heavier, and the split Yin soil was forcibly reconciled by his power. He was determined to fight Martin to the death.

"You are not only a piece of trash, but also a fool! If you don't understand the Taiping Dao, then shut up and stop talking nonsense. Just lower your head and let me chop you off. This will be the end of it!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm already dead. How do you kill someone who's already dead?"

The ghost Taoist had a sneer on his face, and his whole body looked wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the river.

The breath of the underworld was driven by his will, surrounding Martin and the soldiers of Huang Tian's army from all directions.

The protective spells on the soldiers were eroded and dimmed one by one. The yellow paper began to decay and quickly turned into ashes.

This is the so-called foul air, which can corrode protective spells and talismans.

If an ordinary Taoist priest or monk encounters the foul air coming out of the underworld, the only way to get rid of it is to perform a ritual.

But the Huang Tian army didn't need to do that. After receiving Martin's order and hesitating for a few seconds, they returned to the army formation.

With Huang Tian's blessing, the foul aura on them instantly dissipated like ice and snow, as if it had never existed.

"Now there are only two of us left, prepare to die!"

Martin was ready to fight. Without the soldiers of Huang Tian's army on the battlefield, he had nothing to worry about and could exert his full strength.

Well, the overall strength is a bit exaggerated!
Martin still had some concerns in his heart, but it would be no problem if he could use half of his skills, and he would definitely be able to defeat the man in front of him.

The ghost Taoist priest realized that he had never said anything about the general of Taiping Dao in front of him, so he simply shut his mouth and started to take action.

Martin became a god-man, and the foul air that was feared by the world was no different to him than air.

Although the Ghost Taoist did not understand the Taiping Taoist, he had a pair of eyes and could see Martin's current situation.

So he waved his hand, grabbed the ghosts and gods hiding in the dark land, and threw them at Martin.

The first one was the multi-eyed ghost who dragged Martin into the underworld. At this moment, he had completely turned into a ghost and could not even control his body. He turned into a giant octopus with eyes all over his body.

But compared to those ordinary ghosts, he at least retained his sanity and knew how to dodge, instead of closing his eyes and running around like an excited bull.

"You bastard, you are so despicable. We have known each other for so many years, and you actually treated me as..."

Before the many-eyed ghost could finish his words, the eyes on its body opened, and thousands of eyeballs spun around, creating illusions one after another, trying to pollute the mind of the god in front of it, while also emitting rays as black as water.

"Little tricks!"

Martin shook his head slightly, and stabbed out with the spear in his hand, directly piercing through the octopus-like thing.

In an instant, the ghosts and gods who wanted to sneak attack Martin felt the vast power of heaven. The majestic heavenly sound penetrated his soul, and the power of heaven rolled down, delivering the final judgment on him.

This was a burst of divine power that was hundreds of times more terrifying than the Great Power Spell, which directly tore apart the bodies of ghosts and gods.

His soul was instantly shattered into countless pieces. Then the power spread to the ghosts, tearing their bodies apart.

"The power of heaven is descending, the fractal killing god!"

Martin shouted loudly, grabbed the butt of the gun, and gave it a slight shake. A completely corrupted ghost was thrown out, his body and soul destroyed, leaving nothing behind.

The ghost Taoist frowned and realized that he had underestimated the Taiping Dao general in front of him.

Realizing that the man in front of him was a strong enemy, he did not rush into battle himself. Instead, he captured the surviving ghosts and gods in the Yintu and threw them at Martin, wanting to test the opponent's methods and strength.

"Asshole, shameless!"

Although these ghosts and gods cursed the ghost Taoist priests, they knew in their hearts that the general of Taiping Dao would not let them go either.

So, even though they cursed at each other, they all attacked Martin at the same time, using all their best magic skills.

Soul-binding, bloodthirsty, curses... countless magical powers were thrown at Martin like they were asking for money.

But in the end, all these things fell into the air and did not play any role.

Martin has transformed into a god, with Huang Tian protecting him from above. Any curse that wants to harm him must first break through Huang Tian's ability.

But if these ghosts and gods have this ability, why do they have to hide in the ghost country and survive?
As for those tricks that attack the skin, flesh, bones, blood, and internal organs, they are completely useless to Martin at this moment.

The so-called divine man does not have these organs that belong only to mortals. At this moment, there is only divine power and the power of incense and vows in his body.

It's not just the gods who are the real gods. The same is true for the immortals that people strive for. After becoming immortals, they will no longer be restricted by their physical bodies, and all the blood in their bodies will turn into smoke.

"Go away!"

Martin held the shield forward, and the tiger head on it swallowed all the spells, chewed it twice, and then spat it out in disgust.

Then, he swung the spear with one hand and chanted a spell, and the front half of the spear began to expand like a mountain range, carrying the energy of Huang Tian, and rolled twice on the ground.

Those ghosts and gods looked at the huge gun body and wanted to escape, but they were caught by Huang Tian's energy, rolled under the gun body, and crushed back and forth twice.

Immediately afterwards, Martin retracted his spear, and the bodies and souls of those ghosts and gods were all crushed into powder under the spear. They followed the fate of the multi-eyed ghost and god and ended up being destroyed both in body and soul.

"What a cruel method!"

As the spear rolled, the ghost Taoist used magic to transform himself into an invisible ghost body, fell into the dark earth, and avoided the attack.

When he crawled out of the dark earth and looked around, there was nothing left on the dark earth. There was only a bare piece of land like a disk.

"We are enemies."

Martin lowered his head and looked at Yintu, like a judge who was about to judge everything. He opened his mouth and roared like thunder: "Do you still expect me to show mercy to you cannibal bastards?"

"Of course not, it's just that what I expected to see hasn't appeared yet, so."

Before the ghost Taoist could finish his words, he launched a surprise attack on the one who bought it.

He seemed to be accustomed to using invisible magic. He waved a whisk that looked like a ghost claw, directly summoning five ghost kings, moving mountains and rivers, and smashing them directly on Martin.

"Five Ghosts Moving Technique, if you can move Mount Tai, Mount Xumi, Mount Emei, the Yangtze River, the Yellow River, the Jing River, and the Wei River, I might still be a little bit afraid."

Martin saw through the other party's tricks at a glance and said sarcastically, "But now you want me to surrender just by moving some small mountains and rivers. You are too self-righteous."

He threw down the big shield, held the gun in both hands, and his body continued to expand, moving with the energy of heaven and earth, with a sense of law of nature.

Snapped!
Martin held the gun in both hands and used it as an axe, smashing forward and collapsing a mountain. He took a step forward and crossed a long river.

A ghost king cast a spell and chanted a mantra, sending a mountain to crush Martin.

Martin tilted his head, put the mountain on his left shoulder, and said jokingly: "It's a small matter, no problem, no problem. Show some more skills, otherwise your master will be in trouble!"

When the ghost kings saw the divine man in front of them, carrying a mountain on one shoulder and still laughing, they were extremely frightened, their legs trembling, and they wanted to run away.

But they were controlled by the magic of the benefactor. As soon as this thought came into their minds, they felt as if their three souls were being roasted by fire and their seven spirits were being drowned by water. They were in great pain. They quickly gave up the thought and chanted the spell again. They sent another mountain to smash Martin down.

Martin laughed loudly, tilted his head again, picked up the mountain on his other shoulder, and strode towards the ghost Taoist priest.

The five ghost kings were so frightened by what they saw that they secretly groaned in their hearts, but as they had magic powers at their disposal, they could only bite the bullet and continue fighting.

"Since the mountain can't crush this man, let's use the river to entangle his limbs!"

The five ghost kings made a plan and did not dare to be negligent. They chanted a spell at the same time and summoned three long rivers, which rushed down with waves and entangled Martin's left and right feet and neck.

"Harder, harder!"

The five ghosts chanted spells and ran backwards desperately, trying to pull Martin to the ground.

As long as Martin fell to the ground, two mountains would press on his chest and three rivers would entangle his body. Even if a god from heaven came, it would take a while to escape.

"That's a nice idea, but it doesn't work on me!"

Martin planted his feet in the pubic soil and jolted his body forward.

The two rivers on the ankles were pulled like that, and the four ghost kings who were pulling the two rivers fell heavily to the ground. They rolled to Martin's feet along the force transmitted from the rivers.

The four ghost kings were so exhausted from the fall that they saw stars and barely gathered themselves together. Before they could even stand still, they saw Martin grab a mountain with one hand and smash down directly.

"Rao"

The four ghost kings didn't even have time to beg for mercy before they were crushed by the two mountains. Their souls flew away and they lost all sound.

The ghost king who was holding the long river that locked Martin's neck was the most powerful, but when he saw this scene, he was frightened and almost lost his soul. He wanted to escape despite the torture of the ghost Taoist's spell, but it was too late.

Martin opened his mouth and sucked, and the river on his neck was sucked down into his stomach.

The ghost king who brought this river was swept into the river and swallowed up.

When he passed the food, Martin chewed it twice. The ghost king's profound cultivation couldn't withstand it at all, so he was bitten to pieces and the pieces fell into his stomach along with the river water.

The ghost Taoist priest stood aside the whole time, watching Martin display his divine power in silence.

After the five ghost kings were also finished, he spoke: "I finally thought of a way to make death come here, just take you away."

"Are you still thinking about this?"

A series of question marks popped up in Martin's head. After fighting for so long and killing so many ghosts and gods, this guy is still thinking about this?

"From the netherworld, the netherworld rises and falls, and all the ghosts sink."

The ghost Taoist priest began to chant a spell, and the shattered Yin soil merged into one again, and a suction force was generated.

The person who chanted the spell recently fell into the Yin Land, and then this force grabbed Martin, trying to turn Martin into a ghost on their land.

What’s exaggerated is that this dark land’s interest in Martin far exceeds that in the ghost Taoist priest.

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