Chapter 28: From Friends to Sworn Enemies with Even More Resentment and Hatred
With Zhenyi's death, the grudge between him and Qisheng was completely eliminated. Even if Qisheng didn't want to make trouble again... otherwise it would be too excessive.
Qī Shèng's harvest was just a ball of black air, which was nothing but the resentment from the Lùan family. However, most of the Lùan family's resentment still fell on Liú Yì's head, and only a small part flew to Qī Shèng. Such thoughts were indeed interesting!
Of course, these are just afterthoughts anyway.
Yuan Sheng led his men out of the city gate. Looking back, he saw a faint light, and the entire city seemed to be under a thin veil of dusk. Looking ahead again, the road leading out of the city gate was dark and silent, with many wild ghosts drifting about...
Riding on the night color, dozens of ghost soldiers rushed out. Many people have a strong momentum and are carrying a killing atmosphere. The wild ghosts were also numerous and did not dare to block them.
Only in the grand temple of Cheng Huang, the lights were shining brightly, and the decorations were luxurious, just like in the mortal world. The City God of Hui Ling, dressed in a black robe, was drinking wine, his drunken eyes gazing hazily at the dancing girl in front of him.
Then someone close came over, whispered the matter in his ear, and said: "Sir, we don't care about this matter. After all, it involves Sheng Junhou?"
Cheng Huang listened and said lightly: "What's the point of bothering with him? He's just a minor deity who has been indulged. If he can survive this calamity, he will be qualified to serve as a minister under my temple in the future!"
In other words, Liu Yi doesn't even have the qualifications to be his subordinate now.
"Then you won't give Sheng Junhou any face?" The ghostly official was somewhat uneasy.
Cheng Huan said faintly: "He can inherit the title of king, and only then does he have the qualifications to let me give him this face!"
"I hope that land can give me some surprises, being a god for too long has made it rare for things to excite me!"
As they spoke, Wan Sheng had already led the ghost soldiers to a place not far from Fenglai Mountain. Suddenly, a torch appeared, and a short-haired man in a hemp robe walked into the middle of the road, blocking their way.
"What people?" These ghostly soldiers were nocturnal and had rules, sending out scouts. They called out at this moment.
Cheng Fa Shi, you've arrived!
Cheng Fa Shih nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "It's getting late, let's get started!"
Rong Sheng said: "Yes, wait for the Dharma Master to cast a spell to break through the spiritual realm!"
Cheng Fa Shi nodded and said: "I'm ready!"
As they spoke, the group arrived outside the Come Phoenix Inn. From his sleeve he produced a flute. It looked like a bone flute, seemingly made from the leg bone of some fierce beast.
But he didn't put it near his mouth and blow, just saw Master Chengfa reciting words, a strand of black air flowed out from the bone flute.
"Oni beast, this is a wizard!" Those ghostly soldiers saw it and were all shocked.
Seeing the black air in the bone flute, it turned into a fierce tiger and rushed forward.
In the eyes of these ghostly soldiers, a faint white light enveloped the entire village in front of them. They were all startled, thinking that this divine light was so pure and almost no different from the city's guardian deity.
As soon as that fierce tiger pounced and bit into that cluster of spiritual light, the originally faint light screen began to shake and totter.
Liu Yi realized it at this time, and coldly laughed: "Good, good. The Ruan family still doesn't want to give up, it seems that the Ruan family has too few deaths!"
He silently looked at his own aura, exceptionally stable. Apparently tonight's killing intent wouldn't be able to harm him fundamentally. His heart felt at ease then.
But thinking of Wen's affair, I suddenly woke up. Reminding myself secretly, Liu Yi, Liu Yi. The matter of fate can be relied on but not depended on.
After all, it's all external forces that can transform at any time. Think about the day when Stack came during the day, mighty and powerful. Three fires are prosperous, and the gas operation is also good. A thread of red official energy on the top of the head is spiritual, and ghosts and gods dare not invade.
What's the outcome? Isn't it just a matter of time before we end up killing ourselves?
I had a sense of awe in my heart, reminding myself not to be careless at all. In doing things, one should be as cautious as if standing on the edge of an abyss, and as Taizu said, strategically despise your opponent, but tactically take your enemy seriously!
Thinking of it, he made a move with the Ghost Emperor's Heart Seal, summoning all the vengeful spirits under his command to come out.
"With the enemy invading, it's up to you all today!" Liu Yi said to his group of ghostly subordinates.
The vengeful spirits cried out in unison: "Don't worry, milord. This is our home. We would rather die in battle than be forced to wander the wilderness again and suffer from the wind and frost!"
Liu Yi burst out laughing: "Good!"
This is not the time to conserve divine power. Accumulating divine power, it's not for use in such a critical moment, but when should it be used? When holding onto wealth until death like a miser?
Divine power was unleashed, transforming into piece after piece of armor and weaponry, all of which were equipped onto his subordinates.
"Boom..."
The spiritual realm was torn apart, and ghostly soldiers wearing black armor swarmed in, forming a battle array and shouting "Kill".
Liu Yi's five ghost soldiers and other vengeful spirits also charged out fearlessly, clashing with the invading ghost soldiers in a chaotic melee.
"This spiritual realm actually has so many ghostly soldiers!" Guan Sheng was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that a small village god, after only being in office for a few days, would already be able to provide for this many armored ghost soldiers.
But now, with things coming to a head, there was no possibility of retreat. Gnashing his teeth, he shouted: "Men, charge!"
When the first horse rushed forward, it was blocked by another member of the Yan family, Yan Fang.
Weng won't be surprised: "Fifth brother, how are you here? This land is our family's great enemy!"
"Don't call me brother or friend... you enjoy the incense and offerings, while I'm left to wander alone in hardship!" Ruan Fang sneered: "Now that I've been taken in by Master, you're just jealous of my good fortune!"
Saying so, without being polite, he swung his knife and chopped down.
"Ah, I see!" Wan Sheng sighed, wanting to reason with him. The family's ancestral offerings were limited and couldn't be divided among everyone for worship. But how could he get through to Wan Fang, who was like a mad tiger?
With a sigh, Yuan Sheng's eyes turned firm, and he thought to himself: "Fifth brother, I'm sorry. This family's great vengeance will be avenged today!"
Thinking about it, there's no room for mercy, let's get serious. How can Fan Fang be a match for Fan Sheng? After all, Fan Sheng is also a lieutenant in the City God's Ghost Army who enjoys incense and offerings. His physical strength is unknown how many times stronger than Fan Fang's, but within a few knives, Fan Fang's entire body was injured, and most of his ghostly aura dissipated.
"Wu Xiong, you can leave now, I won't kill you!" Yan Sheng said.
Lü Fang heard this and sneered, but instead of retreating, he charged forward again, creating a situation where neither side would give in. Lü Sheng's eyes flashed with a resolute light: "Since it's come to this, don't blame me!"
One sword swung out, and just as Fang was about to lose his soul, a white light fell on his body. Not only did Fang's injuries heal completely, but he was also filled with energy.
Zhang Fei was overjoyed and exclaimed: "Thank you, milord!"
Fiercely pouncing on him, laughing loudly: "Ruan Sheng, you can't kill me today, I'm going to kill you!"
Both sides fell into a fierce battle once again...

