Swordsman the Wanderer
Ch 147's. The Ghost King Statue
Snow continued to fall, splinter by splinter.
They flew through the snow-white land nonstop.
There might be many treasures on the third floor, but in Zhang En's opinion, the Ghost King's Sutra and the Ghost King's relics replaced everything he could find here, therefore he had to reach the fifth floor quickly.
While Zhang Eb was rushing towards the entrance of the fourth floor, Zhao Chen, Li Qiuping, Wang Lin, and the others arrived at the entrance towards the third floor. Although they had many warriors on their side, they faced more trials than Zhang En to reach the third floor so far.
Zhao Chen's group battled against the terrifying black vines of the maggot phantom for six hours before they took the opportunity to run through the entrance and arrive at the third floor, but nevertheless, a number of disciples from the other three imperial cities were turned into blood mist by the ghost maggots.
"This maggot ghost is really scary!" Li Qiuping exclaimed in fear as he looked back, screams echoing in his ears. The rest, the person with him looked pale, agreed to his words and was silent. If not for their initial preparations, it was likely that everyone here would have died there at the entrance of the third floor.
"That little puppy Zhang En, where did he run!" Zhao Chen shouted with a gloomy face.
"I think he might have died under those vines." Standing behind Zhao Chen, Servant Feng spoke.
"Despite whether Zhang Eb was killed by the Ghost Maggots or not, we should get to the fifth floor as soon as possible." Wang Lin added, "There are only ten more days before Ghost City disappears."
Everyone had a solemn expression on their faces that recalled this fact. They had to leave before Ghost City closed, failing to leave meant they would be trapped inside until Ghost City reappeared next. And the next time was a thousand years later to be able to get out of Ghost City.
"good. Now, everyone swallowed the fire spirit Bead to hold back that soul snow, so we can quickly climb up to the fourth floor." Guo Dehui took out a reddish bead as he said that, then swallowed it. Instantly, a clear blue flame enveloped his body.
Zhao Chen and the others followed his actions, swallowing the same fire spirit bead and stepping onto the snowy ground. With the help of the fire spirit bead, Zhao Chen's group drove through the vast snow land, narrowing the distance between them and Zhang En at incredible speed.
Whereas Zhang En carefully observed the surroundings while controlling the Golden God Mountain flying towards the entrance of the fourth floor. There were no obstacles they encountered and felt calm throughout the journey.
One day later, Zhang En arrived safely at the entrance to the fourth floor. What surprised him was the fact that there were no traps of anything he had encountered at the entrance of the fourth floor.
Zhang En continued to spread out his spiritual awareness, even opening the Eye of Heaven to scan the area around the entrance, but he detected nothing.
Ten minutes later, Zhang En was still in a state of disbelief, even as he passed through the entrance smoothly, until he reached the fourth floor.
A moment later, Zhang En focused his mind, observing the surroundings on the fourth floor. The scenery in front of him reflected a mist of prism colors everywhere, this mist glittered beautifully, emitting a dazzling light floating above the air with a gentle breeze blowing towards them. Half an hour later, Zhang En heaved a sigh of relief.
Although they continued to hear strange cries during the flight, they did not encounter any attacks. Within half a day, Zhang En and the gigantic ghost of Feng Yang reached the entrance threshold to the fifth floor.
Like the entrance of the fourth floor, there was no trap entrance to the fifth floor, so Zhang En passed through the entrance without any surprises to the fifth floor.
On the fifth floor, the majestic splendor of the palace came into view, towering over the mountain peak.
The huge palace was on top of a towering mountain. At the top of the mountain, the refreshing scent of various herb plants came out and the spiritual tree that was enveloped by a dazzling halo.
Not long after, Zhang En stood on top of a peak that was as high as a palace, a powerful spiritual energy surging from the elixir and Ganoderma around him, enveloping Zhang En and the gigantic ghost of Feng Yang was as if making them plunge into a rich sea of spiritual energy.
Sensing this, Zhang En felt extremely elated. The potions at this peak were no worse compared to the ones he found at the bottom of the Tiger Valley, some of these herbs were even more valuable and rare.
“Golden Sky Baby Fruit!”
“Golden Jade Pearl Flower!”
“Grass Nine Nodes!”
Not to be left behind, with a gentle wave of his hands, all the herbs nearby flew towards Zhang En and entered his spatial ring. In less time than it took to sip a glass of tea, all the herbs present throughout the mountain peak were cleared by him. There was not even a root tip left behind for Zhao Chen's group.
After collecting various precious herbs, Zhang En and the gigantic ghost of Feng Yang stood in front of the palace gate. The gate was ten meters tall, five meters wide, and they opened the palace door.
The surrounding environment is very calm. Zhang En spread his spiritual awareness and opened his Heaven's Eyes at the same time. Making sure that the gate was no trap or was already coated by a certain power, a moment later he entered with the giant ghost of Feng Yang.
One step on their footrest in the palace grounds, Zhang En and the gigantic ghost of Feng Yang felt a huge pressure envelop them. Before this pressure, Feng Yang's knees became soft, falling into a kneeling position.
Zhang En also nearly fell to his knees, but the divine twin dragons flew out from his body. The ancient dragon that seemed to be asleep instantly woke up, surging out from Zhang En's body, indirectly helping him withstand the oppressive pressure.
Even so, Zhang En felt the oppressive pressure remain. Looking around, Zhang En saw a statue not too far ahead. From his appearance, Zhang En had no idea what material the statue was made of, but it was very similar to the original. The statue was of a well-built middle-aged man with a short beard, thick eyebrows, and a large mouth. The knot of unknown origin, resembling a small black python flowed from the man's head like hair, and the man's legs stood on the two heads of the dragon. Two demonic dragons with red colored eyeballs.
The terrifying oppressive atmosphere he felt before came from this statue.
"The statue really emits this much oppression!" Zhang En slowly
"Master Ghost King!" Hearing Feng Yang's trembling voice, he turned to look, noticing the fear, worship, excitement, and unease in his eyes as he stared at the statue.
"Hantom King! This very lively statue is truly a statue of the Ghost King!"
Zhang En took a deep breath looking at the statue of the Ghost King, the shock in his heart was undeniable. Although he could hardly imagine an era when the achievements of the Ghost King soared high, blocking many other experts and ruling billions of powerful ghosts and demons, he said, Zhang En felt the Ghost King's majesty might radiate out from the statue. Even the demonic dragon was under his feet.
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