Chapter 89: The Great War is About to Begin

  When that divine thought struck the top of her head, a spiritual symbol appeared, and the symbol transformed into a ball of misty air, tightly protecting her surroundings.

  Guo Ming's expression changed, his fingertips brushed away the flowing light that flashed non-stop, and his powerful divine sense covered the entire sky and earth. Such a kind and lovely little girl, Guo Ming would never let her be in danger of losing her life.

  It turned out that her heart was not weak after all, and that divine thought and the spirit symbol on her head quickly dissipated together.

  "Be careful."

  Xin'er also nodded with a lingering fear in her heart, and subconsciously looked at Guo Ming, unable to help but feel shocked.

  Only to see Guo Ming waving his fists at the empty space, with her eyesight she naturally saw the little ghost trembling under Guo Ming's feet. Guo Ming's body emitted a strong yang energy, suppressing the ghost who was powerless to resist.

  "Hehe, Xiner's face showed two big dimples, amused by Guo Ming's performance."

  Guo Ming chopped for a while, seemingly tired, and walked towards the two with a vegetable knife in hand. Seeing them sitting on either side of an ashtray, he chuckled and said, "Does this really work?"

  The old man looked at Guo Ming with a glance, and couldn't help but exclaim. This Guo Ming seemed like one of his acquaintances. He quickly shook his head and threw this thought aside. How could it be? In the vast sea of people, wanting to see an old friend was no different from talking about a dream.

  "Hey young man, leave here quickly! The ghosts here are very fierce and you can't resist them."

  Guo Ming placed the kitchen knife on his shoulder, and with a sneer said: "This knife of mine has killed chickens and slaughtered dogs, but it's never killed ghosts. Today I must see just how ferocious he is, does he dare to be more ferocious than this kitchen knife of mine?"

  Xin'er chuckled and said: "This knife of yours is completely useless, it's not even a magical artifact."

  Guo Ming chuckled and walked closer to her, Xin'er hastily said, "Don't come in." But as soon as she spoke, Guo Ming had already stepped into the circle made of incense ash and dog blood, came to Xin'er's side, pinched her nose, and softly said, "Little girl, who told you that you must use a magic tool to subdue ghosts?"

  "Ah, let go! Xiner angrily pushed away his hand. She took a look at the circle and found that it hadn't been damaged by Guo Ming's foot. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. Glaring at Guo Ming, she said: "What do you know? Then tell me how to deal with ghosts?"

  "Heh heh, of course it's yourself. Guo Ming pointed to his heart and said, you yourself are the treasure, it's just that you don't know how to dig it up."

  "I? Heart suddenly said, thought for a moment, and still shook his head, I don't understand."

  "I don't know either, heh heh," Guo Ming said with a very wicked smile.

  So angry that I wanted to strangle him on the spot.

  Just then, a dark cloud floated from the horizon, turning into bursts of thunder and flashes of lightning that crackled in the clouds. An inexplicable heavenly pressure struck, and immediately a strong wind blew, with the wind and clouds changing rapidly, and the dust on the ground was swept up, rolling up a dust dragon towards the three people.

  "My goodness, it's so fierce?" Guo Ming said with a pale face.

  Her small face was filled with solemnity, her hand grasped a spell seal, and she muttered: "Protective Body Formation, activate."

  Suddenly a circle of golden light surged up around her, tightly protecting Heart's surroundings.

  At the same time, the old Taoist beside her was also like this, the difference being that he stood up, holding a peach wood sword, his eyes piercing as he looked around, coldly saying: "This is not a place you should come to, get out of here."

  "Hmph, what a big tone you have! I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise when the Ghost King arrives later, he'll make sure you die without a place to be buried. A furious roar echoed through the cold wind."

  Lao Dao's eyebrows jumped at the words, and some thoughts of retreat sprouted in his heart. He hadn't expected that even a Gui Wang-level person would be recruited. Upon further consideration, it was indeed so - that was the supreme treasure that suppressed the soldier's soul, how could the Gui Wang not be tempted?

  Lao Dao hadn't even spoken, but over there, Guo Ming stood up, holding a kitchen knife and said with great righteousness: "Who are you trying to scare? Do you think Brother is afraid of you? And what's with this 'Ghost King' nonsense? Bring it on, one comes I'll chop one, two come I'll hack two."

  Xin'er was startled and hastily pulled Guo Ming's hand, anxiously saying: "Don't talk nonsense, the Ghost King has great divine powers, be careful not to let him hear."

  Guo Ming chuckled in a low voice: "What's there to be afraid of? One look and it's clear you're formidable. Even if you can't beat the Ghost King, that old Daoist won't be able to take you on either. I'm just trying to scare him off."

  "What? Heart's head knocked, bitterly smiled and said, my grandfather may not be the ghost king's opponent, now you've gotten into big trouble."

  "What did you say?" Guo Ming's eyes widened in an incredulous expression.

  "Kid, you're quite bold! I'd like to see if you can still say something like that when the Ghost King arrives later," the ghost in the dark wind said coldly.

  "Ah yo, are you trying to scare me?" Guo Ming shouted. The kitchen knife was wiped on the ash on the ground and thrown into the windy darkness with a whoosh.

  A loud, mournful cry echoed through the air as a large amount of fresh blood burst forth from the void and scattered down with the fierce wind.

  The two of them exchanged a glance, then shook their heads with wry smiles. This was just too coincidental. It was unclear whether it was the misfortune of that ghost general or Guo Ming's explosive temper, but in any case, it had saved the two of them a lot of trouble.

  The dark wind dispersed quickly, and the three of them hastily looked down at the ground. On the ground lay a withered skeleton, with Guo Ming's cleaver lodged in his forehead, almost splitting his skull in two. Now, one could still see wisps of pale blue soul fire emanating from his forehead, disappearing into thin air.

  "A powerful ghost will be finished just like this, Lao Dao said in disbelief."

  Guo Mingteng suddenly jumped out of the circle and came to the side of the pile of bones, pulled out a kitchen knife with his hand, and sneered: "You little thing, you still die at my hands, wait for me to send you to meet your Ghost King."

  Xin'er burst out laughing, indeed, ignorance is bliss! How could the Ghost King's divine powers be so easily overcome by just good luck?

  She soon couldn't laugh anymore, the air around her suddenly transmitted a strange pressure, the golden light shield around her had risen, but still couldn't withstand this kind of intimidation, and for the first time, a terrified expression appeared on Heart's face.

  "Are you talking to me?" A flat voice came, like a thunder in the clear sky, drowning out all other sounds.

  The old man shouted: "Get out of the way quickly, he is the King of Ghosts."

  "Wherever you go, everything here is cut off by him. Unless you force your way out, it's absolutely impossible to leave. Guo Ming's calm voice also echoed through this void."

  Lao Dao heard this and thought for a moment, but then his face suddenly revealed an incredulous expression. He stared blankly at Guo Ming, who was standing with his hands behind his back, facing off against the Ghost King. That demeanor, that confidence - how could it be possessed by an ordinary person? Xīn Er's reaction was similar: initially shocked, her face then revealed a delighted expression, followed by a glare of annoyance at Guo Ming. It was unclear why her face had cycled through so many emotions in such a short period of time.