"Old Witch of Black Mountain, do you really think you are the King of Hell? How dare you wear the flat crown? Aren't you afraid of the heavenly punishment?"
Yan Chixia glared at the Old Witch sitting on the high skeleton platform. If he was in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, with the Red Cloud Sword and the Diamond Sutra, he might be able to fight with him. But now, he lacked the magic weapons, and the strength of the opponent had increased significantly. They were no longer at the same level.
"How insidious."
Jian Dan cursed angrily. This boss did not have the demeanor of a boss at all. He had the absolute advantage, but he sent the ghost soldiers to weaken the strength of the people first, and only showed up when the fight was almost over.
It could be said that he was shameless to the extreme.
Moreover, he had the two goddesses Wang Zuxian and Lin Qingxia in his arms. I can't stand it, I can't stand it!
"Hahahaha …" The Old Witch of Black Mountain laughed. "In this world, there is no heavenly court, no underworld, who can do anything to me? The government, or a Shu Mountain disciple like you? Oh, by the way, there are evolved people, but unfortunately, they are a group of useless chickens and dogs, and I can crush them easily. "
"That kid is somewhat capable of killing the Tree Demon, but unfortunately, his fate is extremely miserable, and his soul is imprisoned in my body, never to be reincarnated!"
"After I kill you all today, I will combine the Wanzong Ghost Body and the real body of the Stone Demon into one, and become the King of Hell, the ruler of this world, and finally turn the world into the netherworld, and achieve supreme hegemony, hahaha …"
Lin Xi looked indifferent.
Villains like the Song of Death and the Old Witch of Black Mountain were ambitious and arrogant.
Yes, they were very strong, but there was always a higher mountain. How many bosses had come to the world? If they tried to expand their territory, they would definitely have conflicts with other bosses, and a Wing of Death with Shadow Flame was enough to melt them into molecules!
"Turn the world into the netherworld, how many murderous tribulations are you going to create? What an evil creature! "
Master Ding Hui's face turned red, and his beard fluttered in the wind. Even though he had been practicing Buddhism all his life, he couldn't help but scold — He quickly put his palms together, suppressed the nameless anger in his heart, and chanted a Buddhist mantra.
"Amitabha, I've sinned, I've sinned …"
"Hmph!"
The Witch of the Black Mountain flew into a rage. "Old monk, you are a cooked duck! You are so stubborn even when you are about to die! All ghost generals, come out and kill these bastards! "
"It's over …"
Li Qi's expression was unsightly. Previously, there were only about twenty Ghost Generals and their army of Ghost Soldiers had almost forced them into a corner. Now, there were more than a hundred Ghost Generals. Not to mention a few people, even an entire city would be destroyed!
The Ghost Generals all rode on their horses and formed a cavalry formation. However, they did not charge and instead slowly approached the crowd. This increased the pressure they felt.
Looking at the Ghost Generals with deathly pale and dark green faces holding axes, spears, broadswords, lances, truncheons, iron whips, and various other weapons walking over, the eerie aura they emitted linked together and seemed to transform into a huge tsunami that pressed down on them. The crowd almost couldn't breathe.
Even Yan Chixia's eyes flashed with despair.
"Ancestral Master, my unworthy disciple, Yan Chixia, is going to lose face for Mount Shu." He bit his fingers, smeared the blood on his palms, and drew a Tai Chi pattern. "Today, let me fight until the last drop of blood is drained. Just come on, you ghosts!"
Master Ding Hui silently ran his magic power, and the "Swastika Seal" formed by golden light flashed in his pupils. Zen cultivators cultivated their minds and didn't care about their bodies. It was nothing to die. If he could kill one more Ghost General before he died, he could weaken the power of the Witch of the Black Mountain and make a little contribution to the world.
"It's a pity … Young Benefactor Lin and the others couldn't escape …"
Thinking that Lin Xi, who had infinite potential, was also going to die in this world of the dead, the old monk's eyes were filled with tears.
"Fight to the death!"
Ninth Uncle looked determined. In history, many Mao Mountain Taoist priests had died in the battle with evil ghosts and monsters, so he was not afraid of death. He held the Seven-Star Sword in his hand and chanted a spell to bless it. The seven stars engraved on the sword lit up one after another, and the whole weapon was wrapped in a layer of starlight.
"Jian Dan, Jian Zhi, Liu Suifeng, Jiang Xinyu, and Li Qi, you use the red lines to set up the Five Elements Formation."
"Yes, Master!"
Jian Dan quickly took out the Ink Cup and the red lines, and the five of them each held a section of the line and set up an interception formation on the ground. Unfortunately, even Ninth Uncle himself knew that the red lines could only deal with ordinary ghost soldiers, and it was undoubtedly a fool's dream to stop the Ghost General.
The Ghost General at the front was approaching. As soon as the elongated red lines touched the horses, they immediately burst into smoke. The Ghost General waved the big knife in his hand, and the knife light flashed. Several red lines broke and exploded together, and the recoil force made Jian Dan and others fly backward.
"No!"
A mere Ghost General was not easy to deal with, let alone nearly a hundred.
Among them, even the combat girl Tifa, who was the strongest in actual combat, could only fight seven or eight of them alone. In the face of the Ghost General, the atmosphere was filled with despair, and the little courage that had just surged up was almost gone.
At this moment, Lin Xi stood out and stood in front of everyone.
A sentence flashed in his mind.
That was the roar that Zong Hou made to all the desperate people when the forbidden spell of "Requiem" was about to fall.
"There is still hope, how can we give up!"
A halberd appeared in his hand.
It was two and a half meters long, and the whole body was dark green. The surface of the halberd was densely covered with complex patterns, and it looked heavy and powerful. A layer of blood-red light covered the halberd, and the blood-red halo rippled like a burning fire.
Just looking at this halberd, the blood in the body accelerated and almost broke out of the body. Everyone felt a fanatical and excited emotion brewing in their chest.
"What … What is this?"
Not only Ding Hui, Yan Chixia, and the others, but even the old Witch of Black Mountain's eyes were attracted by the halberd. The trembling bead curtain showed that his heart was not calm.
"Buzz …"
The halberd danced between Lin Xi's raised hands, making a whistling sound like a propeller. The strong turbulence made it difficult for Tifa, who was nearby, to open her eyes. The halberd that was enshrouded in blood-red light was inserted into the ground.
"Come out, my brave warrior!"
It was unknown whether the soul in the halberd was affected after the Netherworld was cut off from reality. The Halberd of Hero Souls of Hecarim and Sparta had finally completed its transformation at the most critical moment.
In the cold and gloomy hell, a scorching and fierce wind blew. After the battle of the Dark Shadow Island, the warriors who left great and glorious marks on the road of human civilization and wrote the glory with their blood had once again arrived.
Three hundred heroic souls that belonged to Lin Xi had reconstructed their bodies in the magic circle of the halberd. They formed the Roman infantry formation.
Sparta's army formation!
The Spartan warriors were armed with spears, shields, and ancient Roman-style steel helmets. They were only wearing underwear, revealing their hard, bulging, rock-like chest and abdominal muscles. Their red cloaks fluttered behind them like blood-stained flags.
Fearless, hot-blooded, never retreating, never yielding!
Leonida's ferocious face was twisted, and his eyes were fierce and fanatical. His breathing was heavy, and his chest was heaving up and down violently. The blood coursing through his veins made him unable to control his desire to fight. He raised his spear with his right arm and let out a battle cry that belonged to the Sparta people.
"This is Sparta!"
When the three hundred muscular naked men clashed with nearly a hundred ghost soldiers on horseback, many people's jaws almost dropped to the ground.
"Lin Xi, you …"
Master Ding Hui's mouth opened and closed, but no one knew what to say. Yan Chixia and One Eyebrow Taoist had their mouths wide open. The bald young man, Li Qi, shook his head and gave Lin Xi a thumbs-up. Jian Dan and Jian Zhi, on the other hand, were dumbfounded.
Although they wouldn't be surprised if Lin Xi transformed into Ultraman, when they saw the legendary three hundred Sparta warriors being summoned by this young man, they still felt the magic of the world.
If the ghost soldiers were cold ice, then the Sparta warriors were blazing fire!
When the ice and fire collided, everyone was shocked by the scene.
The ghost soldiers were not ordinary units. They were the elites of the elites, and the phalanx formed by the cavalry was a fantasy army. As for the Sparta warriors, each of them was a top-level warrior who had gone through a lot of training, and they also had the aura of "Berserk".
If it was a one-on-one battle, other than Leonida, ordinary soldiers would not be a match for the ghost soldiers. However, the number of Sparta warriors was far greater than the ghost soldiers.
Three warriors against one ghost soldier, and the fierce and incisive charge of the king of Sparta. For a moment, the terrifying formation of the ghost soldiers was thrown into chaos by the Sparta warriors, and they fought for themselves.
There were no screams, only the cold sounds of fighting and the hot-blooded roars.
Leonidas raised his left arm and raised his round shield. The muscles on his arm bulged as if they were sculpted, and he used Shield Bash with all his strength to knock a horse over. He ignored the wound caused by a lance on his shoulder and killed the Ghost General who had fallen to the ground.
"Let's go and kill the Witch of Black Mountain!"
Hundreds of ghost soldiers were stopped by the three hundred Sparta warriors, and everyone was greatly encouraged. Yan Chixia, One Eyebrow Taoist, and Ding Hui rushed to the skeleton platform together. Even Ma Chunhua and the others rushed over, and only Tifa stayed by Lin Xi's side.
"Sparta can only deal with ghost soldiers, and the Witch of Black Mountain …"
Lin Xi was very clear about the current situation. It was impossible to rely on the Sparta warriors to kill all the ghost soldiers, and then kill the ghost soldiers to eliminate the Witch of Black Mountain. After all, this was only the army of Sparta, not the Ultraman army of Nebula M78.
Even if Yan Chixia and the others rushed forward, they would not be a match for the ghost soldiers. If the Witch of Black Mountain had multiple forms like the centipede monster and the tree monster …
"I have to find a way … to become stronger!"
With less than one-tenth of the energy left, Lin Xi had to think of other ways. Fighting skills were his weakness, and there was no possibility of using Seed Explosion. He closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged. Wisdom blossomed in his calmness. Grandmaster Wugui's guidance in the dreamland came to mind.
A little light is a talisman, and the mistakes of the human world are made by ink and vermilion. The ancient immortals refused to say it clearly, but many people were confused.
An image was fixed in Lin Xi's mind. It was the moment when Master Wugui waved his wooden staff in front of him and outlined the words with the golden heroic spirit. In the void, the words were grand, majestic, and absolutely motionless, like ancient seal scripts and tadpoles.
Qi.
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