My Apprenticeship to Uncle Jiu: I Was a Warlord in the Republic of China

The Black Mountain Ghost King had been waiting for a long time. He raised his blood-red sword and blocked the attack. There was only a loud "bang".

Where the sword and sword energy collided, a dazzling light burst out, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this powerful force.

The Black Mountain Ghost King roared, swung his sword again, and slashed at Li Lin wildly.

Li Lin dodged quickly and swiftly, and stabbed the peach wood sword into the Ghost King's chest.

The Black Mountain Ghost King quickly changed his tactics to deflect the sword, then turned around and swept across to force Li Lin back.

Then, it opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a black mist.

The highly toxic and corrosive mist quickly spread out, and when it came into contact with the weeds on the ground, it quickly corroded them into charred dead grass.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Lin muttered something and cast a spell, forming a golden shield in front of him to keep the fog out.

Seeing that this spell didn't work, the Black Mountain Ghost King stepped forward again and fought with Li Lin. The two fought back and forth, and each attack contained great destructive power.

The surrounding ghost soldiers suffered a great deal as a result, suffering heavy casualties. Upon seeing this, the ghost generals immediately transferred the nearby ghost soldiers away, leaving a large open space for the two of them.

But as time went by, Li Lin's forehead was covered with sweat, even though Li Lin had already entered the realm of Heavenly Master and had profound skills.

But the erosion of time still left traces on him.

His once agile figure now looks a little slow, and his abundant energy has diminished with the passage of time, but his eyes are still firm, revealing an unyielding will.

At this moment, he had only one belief in his heart, that is, he must defeat the Black Mountain Ghost King, otherwise the people of the world would suffer great disaster.

The Ghost King showed no weakness and launched a crazy attack, vowing to kill Li Lin. He also knew that if he could kill Li Lin today, he would then kill all these damn Maoshan Taoists.

Then he could at least wreak havoc in this world for a few months, and by then, his cultivation would surely be further improved.

At this time, the Black Mountain Ghost King, with the blessing of the battle formation, had his magic power doubled, and his whole body exuded a strong black ghost aura, as if he could swallow up the entire world.

At the beginning of the battle, Li Lin relied on his years of combat experience and superb magic skills to fight the Black Mountain Ghost King to a standstill.

However, as time went on, his disadvantages due to his age gradually became apparent. His movements were no longer as agile as before, and his breathing began to become disordered.

On the other hand, the Black Mountain Ghost King became more and more ferocious, and his attack was like a storm.

Li Lin gradually lost the upper hand and was exhausted from fighting back. His Taoist robe was torn in many places and blood stained the corners of his clothes.

Fortunately, however, the Golden Crow Fiery Sun Formation played a significant role.

The blazing light penetrated the darkness like a sharp sword, constantly weakening its yin energy. This caused the Black Mountain Ghost King's strength to be boosted by the Netherworld Battle Flag while also being weakened by the Golden Crow Fiery Sun Formation.

It is precisely because of this that, although it has the advantage, it cannot easily defeat Li Lin in a short period of time due to the restraint of the Golden Crow Fiery Sun Formation.

The two sides were thus stuck in a stalemate and protracted war, with every moment filled with life-and-death crisis and every move determining the final outcome.

As time passed, the situation on the battlefield gradually tilted in favor of the Black Mountain Ghost King. The magic power of the Maoshan people was severely depleted, so the casualties gradually increased.

But at this time in the Maoshan camp, there were two figures who were obviously different from the others. They were not like their fellow disciples who could only defend more and attack less.

Instead, they continued to use violent attacks to quickly kill the ghost soldiers. These two people were none other than Uncle Jiu and Shi Jian.

Because Uncle Jiu has had a lot of Essence Pills to assist him in his practice over the years, not only has his magic power improved rapidly, but the body-refining effect of the Essence Pills has also greatly strengthened his physique.

In addition, Qingyun Temple was very popular and he had plenty of money, so he bought a lot of rare things and made many good-quality magical instruments.

The entire set of clothes he was wearing now were all worn by the founder. Because he received a large amount of incense and offerings in Qingyun Temple, he was extremely restrained towards these ghost soldiers and generals.

In his left and right hands, he held a copper coin sword made of thirty-six Five Emperors' coins. He slashed left and right in the ghost army's formation, killing everyone in his way.

Although Shi Jian's equipment was not as magnificent as Uncle Jiu's, he had the best talent and the highest magic power. His lightning and thunder fist made him the nemesis of these ghosts.

With just a wave of his hand, the thunder magic he released could scare several ghost soldiers to death, and no ghost soldiers dared to approach him within a ten-foot radius.

But even as strong as they were, they still couldn't change this unfavorable situation. After all, human power is limited, and their physical strength and magic power were severely damaged in such a fierce battle.

Faced with so many ghost soldiers, they could only keep retreating like their other fellow disciples, so as to avoid being surrounded by these ghost soldiers and being killed.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the people of Maoshan immediately thought of asking the ancestor for help. Even though they had received a message from the ancestor, the situation in the underworld was not optimistic and it was difficult to give them much help, but they could not care so much at this time.

If they don't try, they will only die if they continue fighting like this. If they try, there may be a glimmer of hope.

So after shouting loudly to communicate, they stabilized their front, and some people began to perform rituals to ask the ancestors for help.

But the result was not suspenseful. After they performed the actions, they did not receive much help. Only a few of them received some assistance from the master they had worshipped for many years.

But this only slightly enhanced the magic power and was of no help to the overall situation. At this time, someone in the crowd saw that the Black Mountain Ghost King had been entangled by Li Lin.

Now, there are only thirty-five ghost generals guarding the Netherworld Battle Flag, so naturally some people in the crowd would want to rush over and destroy it.

Uncle Jiu and Shi Jian were among them. They knew that this was a risk of death, but now they had no other choice but to give it a try.

Without any further communication, they looked at each other, nodded knowingly, and then turned around and charged towards the ghost army.

But there were as many as 50,000 ghost soldiers. Even though nearly half of them had died at this point in the battle, there were still quite a few left. So they were surrounded by the ghost soldiers after only rushing out a hundred meters.

However, the Netherworld battle flag was still fluttering in the cold wind, and the thirty-five ghost generals beside it were on high alert.

But at this moment, a figure rushed straight towards the Netherworld Battle Flag at an extremely fast speed. This person was none other than Jiang Li.

It turned out that after he finished leading the bombardment, he was worried that the Black Mountain Ghost King might have some hidden cards up his sleeve, so he left the artillery position, followed the footsteps of the Maoshan seniors, and sneaked into the ghost realm.

However, he arrived late and did not see the Black Mountain Ghost King activate the Netherworld Formation Flag. He just lay in ambush on the side, ready to find an opportunity to sneak attack the Black Mountain Ghost King and then seriously injure him with one blow.