I Am Loaded with Passive Skills
Chapter 3653 - 1779: Phantom City (Part 2)

Chapter 3653: Chapter 1779: Phantom City (Part 2)

Bazhun’an’s Phantom Swords Technique, actually inferior to Hua Changdeng?

Xu Xiaoshou pondered for a moment and realized this seemed like the first time the Eighth acknowledged being inferior to someone in Ancient Sword Technique?

He asked, "Then what is the difference between your Lord of Phantom City and Hua Changdeng’s Lord of Phantom City?"

Bazhun’an, after considering, calmly stated:

"My Phantom City, Mirror Flower Water Moon."

"His Phantom City, reverse and alter reality."

...

Sizzle!

The ground suddenly decayed.

Dark brown viscous marsh water seeped from the underground, bubbling like boiling water.

With each bubble burst, decaying Aura of the God of Death gushed out, causing the marsh water to splash and pollute the ground, thus accelerating the decay.

Soon, with the hundred-foot evil ghost as the center, even the ground under Xu Xiaoshou’s feet was covered by the marsh water decay.

"Drive!"

Old Man Li ran the fastest, immediately steering the horse carriage outward, leaving only one sentence: "Young master, be careful."

"What is this?"

The matchmaker saw this and was startled, daring not to approach, continuously retreating with the Golden Apricot in hand.

She couldn’t quite understand why the marsh water existed, but could roughly sense that the power contained within it was no less than the Aura of the God of Death that the White-faced Ghost had just used.

But...

"The White-faced Ghost is already dead!"

The matchmaker exclaimed, as under Lord Shou’s one finger just now, the White-faced Ghost couldn’t even let out a miserable cry.

In the end, it quickly collapsed and dissipated into the world.

But after its death, why does this marshland seem like more ghostly creatures are about to emerge?

"Sizzle..."

Indeed, as expected, the decayed areas quickly cracked open in various places, and ghostly hands stretched out from within.

"Hiss!"

"Hoo hah!"

"Ha ya, gah gah!"

Either humanoid, beast-shaped, or neither-human-nor-beast ghostly creatures quickly crawled out from the underground, making the scene extremely terrifying.

In the scene of the Golden Apricot, the comment section was boiling.

Everyone speculated, could it be that after slaying one White-faced Ghost, ten thousand White-faced Ghosts would emerge?

Ten thousand semi-saints?

Even though the White-faced Ghost had no semi-saint person status, it wasn’t a true semi-saint in the normal sense, but the sheer quantity alone was too terrifying?

In the midst of ten thousand ghosts, Lord Shou was actually unruffled, even bending down, reaching out to fish up a handful of marsh water.

"What is he doing!"

"Lord Shou, using his precious hand for what, I do not allow it!"

"Don’t fish the marsh water, fish me instead..."

The Golden Apricot focused, and could see Lord Shou picked up some viscous liquid from the decayed ground.

He rubbed it between his fingers, frowning.

When his two fingers separated, everyone could see the marsh water hanging down in viscous strands from Lord Shou’s fingertips.

Drip.

It fell back to the ground, making a corrosive sizzle sound.

"A bit disgusting..."

Just as the spectators of the Golden Apricot concluded, it was indeed a bit disgusting.

Xu Xiaoshou had seen this thing before.

He had previously slain fifty-six ghosts, all of which were of the White-faced Ghost level.

The difference was, some carried only Holy Power, some only had the Aura of the God of Death, far from meeting the "master" standard.

Only a mere three ghosts mastered the Aura of the God of Death.

The strongest among them was about the same as the current White-faced Ghost, having a significant amount of power of the ancestral source.

When Xu Xiaoshou slew ghosts, after their death, they would decay the ground, producing a wisp of will.

Unfortunately, just as this will appeared, upon sensing the pressure of the Holy Emperor, Xu Xiaoshou didn’t think much, and while the thing was still forming, he slashed it.

Afterward, Xu Xiaoshou deeply regretted it.

He thought, after slashing, it would either weaken their power or stir their anger, thus revealing their true body.

No matter which direction it developed, it would be quite good.

At least, capable of disrupting the opponent’s plans.

He never imagined...

"After slashing, it’s gone."

Previously that will was genuinely just a wisp, apparently having nothing much to do with its main body, gone meant truly gone.

Afterward, Xu Xiaoshou again slew about a dozen ghosts, none possessed this intensity, none gave birth to similar anomalies.

He even applied torturous methods, really causing some to go berserk, but unfortunately, after death, no will was born.

Indeed!

Traveling through the Central Yuan world with Li Fugui, they stumbled upon this White-faced Ghost, which held considerable Aura of the God of Death within.

Xu Xiaoshou was keen indeed.

Employing various strategies came over, not for nothing but hoping the will, waiting in the decayed ground after the ghost’s death, would manifest?

"Sizzle!"

The ghost’s hand flounders blindly, colliding with each other.

There really are those without eyes, stumbling as they make their way toward him.

Xu Xiaoshou raised two fingers.

Thinking about it, he lowered his hand, giving way to the ghost.

"Don’t scare Hua Changdeng, what if he senses I’m too dangerous and doesn’t dare to come out?"

Rumble!

Just as the thought flashed, the world trembled violently.

The area covered by the Phantom Beast changed colors, plunging from daylight into night, the surroundings chilling cold, making one feel as though falling into an ice cellar.

"So cold..."

The matchmaker’s delicate figure shuddered violently, feeling that this scene was beyond her ability to preach, she kind of wanted to retreat.

Where Lord Shou was, the temperature was even hotter.

At this time, within the Golden Apricot screen, two million had already passed, and as people rushed to tell each other, the numbers quickly soared to three million.

But they couldn’t stand against "Lord Shou" equating to "calamity"!

Beside him, even if there was heat, it was certainly extremely dangerous, and she was not Feng Zhongzui; Lord Shou also had no intention to protect her.

"Wuu, the matchmaker wants to withdraw..."

Just as these words came out, millions of the Golden Apricot audience collectively uttered sounds of resistance.

Before everyone could respond, a boom sounded from the Nine Heavens, and with a snap, several protective jade talismans shattered on the matchmaker.

"Ah!"

She screamed and fell heavily to the ground outside the Phantom Beast, her voice full of fear:

"Saint, Saint Emperor Pressure?"

The Golden Apricot rolled before her, automatically locking on the scene.

In the image, Lord Shou’s white clothes and black robe billowed in the sinister wind, and not far in front of him accompanied by ghostly wails, a vague illusory body slowly formed.

"Three-Day Forest Change, Hundred Ghost Night Walk..."

"Approaching the bridge, crossing the water, the spider lily bows..."

With fleeting murmurs, the illusory body stepped forward from afar.

Behind it, an endless torrent of yellow murky water suddenly emerged, engulfing everything.

Some specters and demonic beasts floated and sank within, never managing to escape.

"This is..."

The matchmaker’s pupils tensed, she cried out in shock, "Forget River Water, Huangquan Road?"

This Huangquan was not the same Huangquan, not the one under Yama.

The matchmaker had seen ancient books, which recorded: "When Fengdu Prison Gate opens, the Huangquan Road descends, this spring, this road is bitter, revolving yet never exiting."

A true practitioner of the Spirit Dao, if cultivated to the extreme, could visualize or even summon the imagery of Huangquan Road, imprisoning human souls within, never to transcend.

This person...

Did he succeed?

"Wait!"

"It seems to be more than just Huangquan Road, this bridge is..."

That figure came from afar, as the Forget River parted at its feet, creating a path, leading to a high bridge at the end of the Huangquan Road.

The bridge, built of grim white bone stone, hung with oxhead horseface and bones of various races, was exceedingly eerie and strange.

The bridge seemed to span Yin and Yang, and when that Saint Emperor figure walked onto it, he became somewhat more solid as he returned from the end.

"Other Shore Bridge?"

"White bones built high, oxhead horseface cry, one bowl of Forget River Water, two-life separation... Other Shore Bridge?"

The matchmaker was entirely panicked, "Can’t look! Can’t look!"

Only now did she realize how big-hearted Feng Zhongzui must have been when transmitting Dao for Lord Shou.

This Saint Emperor Pressure, this Fengdu imagery.

Its power, even without spreading outward, was enough to crush bodies and make it hard to breathe.

How to explain it?

Even holding one’s breath and staring was difficult; explaining required a big heart!

Saying can’t look, but the Golden Apricot’s screen kept focusing.

Over two million spectators were entirely fervent, wishing they could have more eyes to see it more clearly.

After all, through the Golden Apricot’s screen, they could at most see the distortion in the image, but wouldn’t be pressed to the ground.

"Matchmaker, you’re amazing, actually squatting in front of Lord Shou, knowing around Lord Shou there’s no small matter, this person looks a bit terrifying!"

"Matchmaker, stand up! Why are you lying there, you’re about to surpass Feng Zhongzui and become the first preacher of this era! Seize the opportunity!"

"Matchmaker, quickly ask Lord Shou to protect you, if Feng Zhongzui, a man, can, why can’t you?"

"Who exactly is this Saint Emperor, why do I have no impression of this Saint Emperor?"

"Look quickly, he’s carrying a sword!"

Carrying a sword, this is too important.

The white-faced ghost also carried a sword; Uncle Jin and Elder Fu died under ghost swordsmanship.

Lord Shou carried a sword, and after half a year, upon his return, his first compelled opponent also carried a sword...

"I know who he is!"

In the Golden Apricot screen, that Saint Emperor figure walked down from the Other Shore Bridge, his face blurred, yet his voice was clear, breaking all the fervent discussion of Golden Apricot:

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji?"