novelraw Chapter 342 - 108: Monkey Wine (Part 3)
Chapter 342 - 108: Monkey Wine (Part 3)
The past is not the past, the future is not the future, everything shifts at the sides, even up and down seem to be turned upside down.
An array?
Someone has targeted me, intending to rob and kill?
Fang Zheng stopped his Body Technique, his face tensed, instantly making a reaction.
This kind of array, capable of confusing others’ perception and creating an illusion of inverted space, is a rather common one, for which Pure Yang Palace has a specialized counter.
"Swish!"
Fang Zheng waved his large hand, and five Spirit Talismans appeared out of thin air.
"Five Mountains True Form!"
"Shake!"
The Spirit Talismans ignited without fire, and the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi then condensed in the void, transforming into five massive mountains, heavily crashing downward.
"Boom..."
The void trembled slightly.
The power of the Five Mountains’ suppression cleared the grayish scene in his perception, making a narrow and dark passage reappear before his eyes.
The sense of direction returned to normal.
However, compared to the Five Mountains True Spirit Talisman, the array’s power here was clearly stronger; in just a moment, the mountains formed by Primordial Energy showed signs of strain under the squeeze of Invisible Power.
Cracks appeared on the mountain bodies.
Inside the cracks,
it was full of gray mist.
In the blink of an eye, the Five Mountains True Form might completely collapse.
"Ha!"
Fang Zheng let out a low shout, squatting like a horse, bending his arms like a bow, staring wide-eyed to throw a punch forward, infusing his Martial Dao Will entirely into the punch’s edge.
Heart Intent Fist—Primordial Infinite!
"Boom!"
Where the fist force reached, the thunder was deafening, the walls suddenly quaked violently, and even the air in front seemed to be punched into a funnel shape.
Under the combined might of the Five Mountains True Spirit Talisman and the boxing, the array finally revealed a crack.
Just as Fang Zheng was about to seize the opportunity to leap out of the array’s coverage, a streak of knife light appeared out of nowhere, forcing him to twist around and dodge.
"Trying to escape?"
The newcomer sneered:
"Don’t even think about it!"
Fang Zheng stepped back two steps and lightly patted the Five Ghosts’ Pouch at his waist, the Five Ghosts transformed into a wisp of black smoke passing through the array rushing towards the outside mage.
He couldn’t get out, but it didn’t mean the Five Ghosts couldn’t.
Breaking the array from the outside is also far easier than doing so from within.
"Who are you?" Fang Zheng slowly opened his mouth, glancing at the newcomer:
"Why block my path?"
"Thud!"
The ground trembled lightly, a burly man more than two meters tall landed nearby, wielding a Wolf Fang Club, standing shoulder to shoulder with the man holding the knife.
"Hand over your belongings."
The man with the knife raised his weapon, pointing from afar:
"Behave, maybe we’ll spare your life!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" The burly man growled:
"He’s a tough one, sending the ghost out to deal with the second elder. If the array breaks, neither of us will have a good end."
"He’s just stalling for time."
"Take action!"
This man, his face full of brute yet not foolish, instantly understood the situation in the field; now, the battlefield had already divided into two, inside and outside.
Unlike ambushing others in the past, where the longer they delayed, the more prepared the outside mage was, the greater their grasp.
Now...
If the outside mage falters, that’s a disaster.
"Charge!"
The burly man roared, took a step forward, and vanished from sight in situ.
Fang Zheng squinted.
The opponent didn’t disappear because his Body Technique was too fast but instead merged into the array, vanishing from his sense and sight.
This kind of method...
Seems like a veteran of waylaying!
As thoughts turned, he slowly closed his eyes altogether shutting off sight and Divine Thought, relying on his battle-hardened Martial Dao physical body’s perception of the external environment.
......
Outside the field.
A pitch-black carriage was parked not far from the alley.
The carriage opened, revealing a Magic Altar inside, where a Daoist dressed in a Daoist Robe and wearing a High Crown, holding a Peach Wood Sword, muttered incantations.
On the Magic Altar before him lay an Eight Trigrams Mirror, in which Fang Zheng stood with eyes closed.
Surrounding the Eight Trigrams Mirror were various ritual items needed, and a huge yellow cloth with numerous runes was spread below.
The runes’ Spiritual Light flickered, vaguely merging with the qi changes within the alley.
"Screech!"
Suddenly, a ghostly wail rang out in the void.
The wailing sound shook the void, transforming into visible soundwaves, crashing towards the Magic Altar.
"Evil creature!"
The mage’s eyes snapped open, deep and dark like two bottomless abysses, with a layer of hazy aura covering the whole Magic Altar.
"Buzz..."
The soundwaves and aura clashed, immediately raising countless ripples.
"Fierce Ghost!"
The mage’s face revealed surprise:
"There are actually five of them, how were they raised?"
Raising ghosts is no easy task, especially Fierce Ghosts are rare, encountering five at once is quite uncommon.
Unless...
There’s a teacher’s legacy, inheriting ghosts nurtured by elders.
But this opponent isn’t a mage, yet harbors five Fierce Ghosts as a martial artist, quite unexpected indeed.
"Good!"
With a shift in thoughts, the mage showed a frenzy of joy:
"If successful, these five Fierce Ghosts will be mine!"
With the help of these Five Ghosts, his techniques would significantly enhance, and his strength would greatly augment.
In the course of things, the Five Ghosts came close to the Magic Altar, claws reaching forward, managed to tear a crack in the aura guarding the altar.
"Hmph!"
The mage snorted coldly, picking up a few Spirit Talismans from the altar with the Peach Wood Sword, as he swung the long sword, the talismans immediately turned into countless sparks shooting upwards.
Sparks filled the sky, piercing the Five Ghosts full of holes.
Even those Ghost Claws almost crumbled.
"Screech!"
The Five Ghosts howled full of pain, yet pain also incited the ghost’s ferocity, condensing Ghost Energy, charging at the altar once more.
The ferocity of the attack even caused air currents to create waves.
"Courting death!"
The mage’s face showed chilliness, reaching for a Spirit Talisman with a trace of reluctance, then clenched his teeth, activating the talisman.
Red Flame Sword Light Talisman!
"Go!"
A bright red sword light emerged out of nowhere, twisting like a living thing mid-air, where the red glow passed, dissipating the sky full of Ghost Energy.