chun jie di xiao long
Chapter 1148 What Am I
The old Taoist looked at the half-face kneeling on the sea in front of him, and reprimanded him with some annoyance.
Earlier,
if he hadn’t acted in time, the force and waves of the explosion would have directly impacted the densely populated city center of South Street, resulting in extremely terrible casualties.
Of course, it wasn't that the old Taoist had suddenly become concerned about the well-being of the world, but since he had reached an agreement with the bookstore owner, fulfilled his promise, and just hung his painting on that wall not long ago, it would all be for naught if it were destroyed.
"Hehe... Hahaha..."
The half-face continued to laugh like this, but the laughter was getting colder and colder.
The old Taoist frowned slightly. He sensed that the previous explosion was not the end of the venting, but possibly the real beginning of a runaway loss of control.
Even the old Taoist found it hard to imagine, a being who, although imprisoned and sealed for a long time, could still have a lifespan measured in "millennia,"
what on earth had happened to make him so mad?
Strands of dark red began to overflow from the half-face, covering the surrounding sea at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This "red" was shockingly red.
Despair, anger, death... all kinds of negative emotions poured out, forming a magnetic field of its own, like a barrier.
"Don't restrain yourself!"
The old Taoist spoke the truth, every word sonorous!
The previous "old Taoist" was indeed an employee of the bookstore, but the current one had no intention of cleaning up the mess for the bookstore.
Nor did he want to waste his time here, indulging someone who had been hit by something and was venting his anger.
However,
the half-face was still just a half-face.
In fact,
since his revival,
although he had swallowed the female xiezhi (mythical beast) clone,
it was hard to say how much he had recovered.
However,
the foundation, level, identity, and realm,
were still there.
The old Taoist's truth failed to deter his mind, but instead elicited an extremely cold response:
"Restraint? Why do I need to restrain myself? What am I that I deserve the word 'restraint'?"
The old Taoist raised an eyebrow, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the half-face:
"I've lived for a thousand years, and I've lived out a joke, thinking I'm living freely and unrestrainedly, but in the end, I'm just a joke in the eyes of others."
"Who would laugh at you?" the old Taoist asked.
"Myself."
The half-face slammed both hands fiercely onto the sea surface below.
"Boom!"
In an instant,
below,
a scarlet giant face appeared, the expression on the giant face was ferocious, and the old Taoist himself was standing on the tip of the giant face's nose.
A terrifying tsunami was set off at this moment.
The giant face opened its mouth,
roaring,
wanting to devour the old Taoist directly!
The duel of true powerhouses, every move, is earth-shattering!
The old Taoist was startled but not panicked,
stepping down with one foot,
there seemed to be a muffled sound from the sky.
With this step,
the scarlet giant face under him trembled and its momentum was impeded.
However, in the next moment, two extremely thick giant arms suddenly sprang out from under the surrounding sea surface, grabbing directly at the old Taoist.
The old Taoist spread his hands, and two purple halos appeared on both sides of his body.
"Buzz!"
The giant arms came menacingly, but were ultimately blocked by the halos.
And in the old Taoist's eyes, an expression of impatience had already appeared.
"Don't be presumptuous!"
If Ying Gou (zombie ancestor) himself had come, the old Taoist wouldn't have minded giving Ying Gou some face. After all, he had called him "brother" before, and even his ancestor was on equal footing with Ying Gou, so he wouldn't feel any pressure being polite.
But what kind of ghost was this guy in front of him?
To put it nicely, he was a temporary hero. To put it bluntly, wasn't he just a remnant of Ying Gou!
However, as soon as the old Taoist finished speaking, the half-face sitting on the sea surface below exploded directly, submerging into the sea.
Immediately afterward, the sea boiled in an instant, and the giant face, whose momentum had been broken by the old Taoist's foot, roared again and began to rise rapidly.
Along with it came the neck and the chest below, and the power of the two giant arms had increased several times!
The purple halos on the old Taoist's sides had already begun to twist at this moment, obviously unable to continue.
"Hehe."
Previously in hell, Chang Shi's (name) surrender, the betrayal of the Ten Yama Kings, and the old guys' "better a dead friend than me" attitude had prevented the old Taoist from personally taking action and enjoying himself, causing the pent-up anger he felt in Sanya when facing Dizang (Ksitigarbha) to have nowhere to vent.
In addition to this guy in front of him provoking him again and again,
the old Taoist finally decided not to endure it any longer.
"Heaven and earth are vast, my spirit stands on its own, the sky is the handle, and thunder is the power!"
From the sky, a scarlet thunderbolt instantly appeared, roaming wildly among the dark clouds, while devouring other thunderbolts.
The red giant below began to strike and tear at the old Taoist's defense even more violently,
at the moment before the defense was broken,
the space around the old Taoist twisted for a while,
and his figure teleported hundreds of meters away in an instant.
Clamping his index finger and middle finger together,
first raising them above his head,
then pointing down!
"Boom!"
The thick, pillar-like scarlet thunder was directly guided down, striking the giant in an instant.
In an instant,
the left half of the giant's face was blasted into slag, and the left chest was also removed along with it. The old Taoist's scarlet thunder directly melted most of the giant's massive body.
The power of the last era was terrifying!
"Roar!"
However,
the giant, with only half of its body left, roared again, and its remaining body began to melt, blood and flesh flying into the sky, actually enveloping the old Taoist in this sky.
Looking from a distance, it was like another rising sun!
The old Taoist's eyes were solemn. He was never worried about not being able to defeat this guy.
In fact,
when it came to combat power,
there were very few in the entire yin and yang realms who could defeat him.
Those who could fight weren't as good at playing dead;
those who could play dead weren't as good at fighting;
if he hadn't suddenly become obsessed with that painting and lost his spirit, he could have created an enterprise that surpassed even his ancestors in an instant if he wanted to!
However,
the meatball in front of him had touched his sensitive nerves.
The most powerful thing about zombies was their terrifying physique, and the half-face was born from Ying Gou, so his foundation was naturally among the best of the zombies, and he had even surpassed his predecessors in some aspects. His will would not be extinguished, and his body would be immortal!
Even if he had once taken a knife and become a "Heaven Defier," and was besieged, the old guys and remnants of the immortal clan still couldn't kill him. They could only shave his flesh and bones, leaving only half of his face to preserve his thoughts and seal him away.
Now, the half-face knew his own situation. If Ying Gou was like a cup with a hole in the bottom, then he was like a duckweed without roots.
And the duel of true powerhouses often involved comparing background and accumulation, in which he had no advantage at all.
Only now, with his immortal will and immortal body, could he turn himself into a prison and seal this last-generation lord directly!
Turning himself into a prison to lock others, wasn't this also sealing himself?
To be able to make such a move, this was enough to see the madness of the half-face at this time!
He really didn't care anymore. There was nothing he couldn't give up, and nothing he couldn't let go of. He had originally had no intention of caring about the lives of the surrounding mortals. Now, when venting, he had encountered the old Taoist's obstruction, so this crazy thought naturally fell on the old Taoist.
And among them, the old Taoist was the most embarrassed.
What exactly was going on!
For no reason,
he had just stood downstairs in the bookstore looking at the painting all day,
and as a result, he had ended up like this?
He could break this prison, but it would take at least sixty years of work!
But why would he be willing to spend sixty years here "removing mountains like the Foolish Old Man"?
He was only staying in the bookstore to see the bookstore owner off one last time, and he hadn't even decided whether to watch him fight Xuanyuan Sword (legendary sword)!
However, the other party's almost rogue method really left the lord helpless.
Even though the lord had many ways to defeat this guy with certainty, in this situation, there was still no way to quickly break the situation.
"What... happened to you?"
The old Taoist had to slow down his tone again.
"What... am I?"
The half-face's voice emanated from all around the prison.
"This lord knows a good doctor, who is that bookstore owner's childhood friend..."
"What am I..."
The half-face was just repeating this sentence.
"Why are you acting crazy!"
"What am I..."
The old Taoist took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"Do you have grievances?"
"No grievances..."
"Do you have hatred?"
"No hatred..."
"Since you have no grievances or hatred, why are you acting so crazy?
The past is the past, and the present is the present."
"What am I..."
"..." The old Taoist.
At this time, the old Taoist was really a little tired.
"What am I..."
The old Taoist immediately raised his head and said directly:
"You're just a fart!"
The constant murmuring suddenly stopped,
and then,
the terrifying prison gradually dissipated.
The old Taoist was a little stunned. This madness had come and gone so quickly?
Even as a lord, he was somewhat caught off guard by this change.
Looking down again,
the old Taoist saw the half-face lying on the sea below,
his eyes looking at himself in the sky,
his eye sockets full of self-deprecation, and exuding an extremely desolate loneliness.
"Yes, I'm just a... fart."
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