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The hermit in the thatched hut cried out in alarm, for the light from the magic mirror immediately dimmed.
They could no longer suppress the Fusang Demon King.
The Fusang Demon King is about to break free from the talisman's restraints.
at this time,
Long Yan acted decisively, unleashing the full power of his right Qilin Arm.
He threw a punch at the Japanese Demon King.
Last night, Long Yan shattered the armor on the Fusang Ghost King with a single punch.
At that time, he had only reached the Great Perfection of Body Refinement.
Now that he has reached the pinnacle of body refinement, his power is even greater.
boom!
There was an explosion.
The moment the Fusang Ghost King broke free of the magic array, he was struck by Long Yan's fist.
Torn apart!
His body was covered in cracks, and even shimmered with a faint golden light—that was Long Yan's fist energy.
"No!"
The Fusang Demon King looked on in despair, never expecting that his ghostly body would actually crack open!
The next moment, he exploded!
It turned into pieces of minced meat, scattered in all directions.
The jet-black blood boiled and evaporated instantly.
This scene startled even the hermit of the thatched cottage.
Only one day has passed, and the little monk's power has increased again?
"Holy crap! That's incredible!"
Ma Shangfeng, a first-rank military general, was astonished by Long Yan's punch.
If the emperor found out, he would definitely appoint the little monk as a general.
"We've finally defeated the Fusang Demon King."
The hermit of the thatched cottage breathed a sigh of relief; he had successfully traced the trail from ancient times to the present.
The most relaxed one was Wang Xian'er, who had been terrified these past few days that the Ghost King would capture her and make her his wife.
Seeing that the Ghost King had been defeated by Long Yan, she believed that the danger was over.
but,
Long Yan didn't believe that the Fusang Ghost King had been dealt with so easily.
Because the hermit of the thatched cottage has not disappeared.
If the Fusang Demon King is completely destroyed, then the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage and his two disciples should return to ancient times.
But the three of them are still standing in the same spot; they haven't disappeared.
That means the Fusang Demon King might still be alive.
It was not completely eradicated.
After all, Long Yan's punch was primarily a physical attack.
The physical body of the Fusang Demon King was destroyed, but his lingering spirit is likely still present in the surrounding area.
and,
The ghostly soldiers and demons from the underworld who came to fetch the bride were still rushing up in an endless stream, approaching Wang Xian'er.
Wang Xian'er, who had just felt a moment of relief, was plunged back into fear and asked the hermit of the thatched cottage:
"Layman, why haven't these ghost soldiers left yet?"
“Miss Shishi, I’m afraid you’ve already been registered in the underworld, so the ghost soldiers are determined to take you back for a ghost marriage.”
The hermit of the thatched cottage said:
"But don't worry, once the sun rises at dawn and the gates of the underworld close, these ghost soldiers will naturally disappear."
"Therefore, we must hold out until dawn!"
The hermit of the thatched hut continued to lead his two disciples in fending off the attacks of the demon soldiers.
Long Yan temporarily believed the hermit's words and stayed by Wang Xian'er's side.
But he always felt that something was wrong.
The ghost tide surged wave after wave, seemingly without end.
The hermit of the thatched cottage and his two disciples were both injured and on the verge of collapse.
But the sun just wouldn't come out.
There wasn't even a sign of sunrise.
While dealing with the ghost tide, Long Yan asked Wang Xian'er:
"Sister Xian'er, look at the time!"
Wang Xian'er picked up an electronic clock from the ground.
Upon seeing the time, she suddenly felt a chill and replied to Long Yan:
"Little Master, it's 5:30 in the morning now."
It's summer now, and at 5:30, the sun should be rising!
But it was still pitch black all around, with no sign of sunrise whatsoever.
"It's that ghost realm again!"
Long Yan came to a conclusion.
I remember the last time we fought the Vampire King in the Three Saints House, we got lost in the Ghost Realm.
Now, when sunrise is due, there is no sunrise.
It must be the Ghost Realm again.
It should be said that from the very beginning, the Fusang Demon King had already used the Ghost Realm, but the range was too large, so the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage did not notice it.
This is why the moon was suddenly obscured by dark clouds just now; it was all due to the ghostly realm.
"It seems the Fusang Demon King is not completely dead yet; his lingering spirit has trapped us in the demon realm."
The hermit of the thatched cottage also realized the seriousness of the matter.
If this continues, they will definitely be exhausted and die from the ghost tide.
"Master, is there any way to break free from the demon realm?"
Ma Shangfeng asked the hermit of the thatched cottage.
"Yes! By using yang energy to counteract yin energy, we can break through the ghost realm!"
The hermit of the thatched cottage explained:
"The simplest way is to let sunlight in, and the ghosts will naturally disappear."
After all, sunlight is the most yang-energy-rich thing in the world.
"However, the ghost tide is endless, and the yin energy rises and condenses into dark clouds, blocking out the sun and moon, so that sunlight cannot shine in."
"Master, isn't this unsolvable!"
Ma Shangfeng felt a wave of despair.
"Layman, if we could fly up and dispel the clouds in the sky to let the sunlight in, wouldn't that be possible?"
Long Yan came up with an idea, which was also thanks to the script of A Chinese Ghost Story 3.
The young monk Shifang used this method to defeat the Black Mountain Demon.
Long Yan thought he might be able to give it a try.
"Yes, yes."
The hermit of the thatched cottage nodded and added:
"However, the yin energy above is so heavy that it can even block the sunlight. I'm afraid we won't be able to dispel it."
at this time,
Long Yan's skin began to turn golden and emitted a faint golden light.
Wherever the golden light touched, the ghost soldiers were all annihilated, dying the moment they saw the light.
"Little Master, you..."
Wang Xian'er stood next to Long Yan, and stared in disbelief at his golden body.
People were frightened.
She felt as if she were enveloped in golden light, a warm sensation spreading through her, and all the gloom dissipated.
"The Golden Body of an Arhat!"
The hermit of the thatched hut possessed extraordinary insight and recognized at a glance that it was a golden Arhat Buddha statue from Buddhism.
He could even be called a living Buddha.
After death, they are placed in temples and worshipped for generations.
The hermit of the thatched hut never expected that Long Yan, at such a young age, could actually cultivate the golden body of an Arhat.
This is something only a highly accomplished monk who is about to become a Buddha can do.
However, Long Yan's Arhat golden body is not actually Buddhist teaching.
It's simply martial arts!