Run into the world

Chapter 631: Just a Little God
Is the Dead Lake Ghost a god? Is he the same as Nezha, Yang Jian, or Yuchi Gong?

The same, definitely the same, even if it’s different, we have to say it’s the same!
Fu Qingmiao was very excited. She had always heard Duanmu Xiang bragging about how she had killed a lot of real and false gods. She never thought that she would have the opportunity to achieve this. She was so happy!
At this moment, in Fu Qingmiao's eyes, Bedias, with the Dead Lake Ghost lying on his back, looked like a very big head, the kind that was full of bounty, which made him drool!
"Uh, Master's wife, we won't compete with you. No need to be so aggressive!" Zhao Fangxu was a seasoned man. He saw through Fu Qingmiao's intention at a glance and felt a little amused.

Fu Qingmiao glanced at him and sighed, "Alas, you are not an immortal, so you don't know how much effort you need to make in order for your husband and wife to have more common topics!"

Zhao Fangxu smiled awkwardly, "You are all immortals. When you have nothing to talk about, just sweat a little. It's not like you are middle-aged and don't have the energy to do so."

Fu Qingmiao was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhao Fangxu seriously again, nodded in approval and said, "A Xiang really had good taste in accepting you as a disciple!"

Zhao Fangxu, who was quite old, said shyly: "Outer sect disciple, outer sect disciple, hehe!"

Dead Lake Wrath: "Roar!" You bastards! How dare you ignore me!

Fu Qingmiao turned around to confront the Dead Lake Ghost, while Zhao Fangxu waved his hand to let the others retreat, and went to preside over the evacuation mission. The whole process was so calm, as if there was no enemy present.

The Nadutong employees around looked at Zhao Fangxu with eyes full of admiration. They had only heard that Mr. Zhao was very powerful before, but now he could even take a master like Bedias for granted. How awesome!
Fu Qingmiao no longer cared about how Zhao Fangxu pretended to be. He took a step forward, and the colorful lake water finally came out of the big pit. It was obvious that the dead lake ghost began to expand its territory, and the colorful lake water began to spread more.

However, since Fu Qingmiao has decided to stand up and kill him, she will naturally not let him do whatever he wants. She is not a stupid villain who will wait for the enemy to finish transforming. As soon as she comes up, sword energy forms a giant sword in the air, and there are many special Bagua formations and Yin-Yang pictures on it. An inexplicable aura circulates on the sword.

The Dead Lake Ghost suddenly lowered his body and dived into the colorful lake water. Logically speaking, the colorful lake water that only reached his ankles should not be able to accommodate his body, but he disappeared without a trace the moment he entered the lake.

"Hmm, dissolving in water? This elemental method is quite tricky, but do you think my giant sword is only a physical attack?"

Fu Qingmiao sneered. She started out by practicing the art of yin and yang swordsmanship. At that time, she worked hard on the theory of the Book of Changes. After learning the two-handed sword technique from Duanmu Xiang, she had few rivals in terms of fighting moves. Later, she practiced the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin. Her sword practice was even purer than Duanmu Xiang.

It's just that Duanmu Xiang's foundation lies in earth, water, fire and wind. Her power is really too great, and it is manifested in the form of sword cultivation. In the end, it is a conceptual-level sharp existence, so Duanmu Xiang seems so much stronger than Fu Qingmiao.

Fu Qingmiao's giant sword embodies her understanding of the way of the sword, which is already close to the state of mind. In addition, it is condensed from sword energy, so it can be a pure physical attack.

What's more, it also includes her understanding of the theory of the Book of Changes, and the blessing of various Taoist formations, which are quite restraining to the resentful spirits of the Dead Lake.

Well, who made the other party called the Dead Lake Ghost? The name sounds very down-to-earth, so of course Fu Qingmiao had to depict some means to ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts.

boom!
The giant sword fell to the ground and half of it was inserted directly. The part exposed on the ground was more than ten meters high. The ground radiating a hundred meters was covered with huge cracks, and the colorful lake water seeped in, once again preventing the colorful lake water from spreading.

However, the Dead Lake Ghost jumped out from the gap again, "Hahahaha, you want to deal with me in this way, it's simply..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and countless sword energies formed a circle within a hundred meters, and the wide venue like the Roman Colosseum surrounded Fu Qingmiao and the Dead Lake Ghost.

If that were all, it would at most reflect Fu Qingmiao's determination, but these sword energies were connected to each other and actually formed a barrier, cutting off the Dead Lake's resentful spirit's perception of the sea water!
"Surprised?" Fu Qingmiao pointed at the sea outside and shouted to Zhao Fangxu on the other side righteously: "Xiao Zhao, tell him where this place is."

Zhao Fangxu immediately understood, and even his big belly looked righteous, "This is China's territorial waters. Any enemy that intends to harm the interests of the motherland will be severely punished. Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Fu Qingmiao raised his eyebrows, "Did you hear that? Your true ancestor didn't say he would stay in Hong Kong Island. Do you dare to fight back?"

The Dead Lake Ghost's mouth twitched. The sea water flows all over the world and has no national boundaries? Damn, they are so good at pretending!
Fu Qingmiao was too lazy to argue with her, but he learned the skill of foul language while fighting from Duanmu Xiang, and he couldn't help but use it.

The sword energy began to crisscross and shuttle around the Dead Lake Ghost. Because it no longer had the sensitivity to the sea water, the colorful lake water was not endless, so the Dead Lake Ghost changed its attack method. The colorful lake water floated out from the cracks and formed a vortex barrier around him that wrapped around his body.

All the sword energy will be carried out by the vortex when entering the barrier, which looks like the ultimate use of softness to overcome hardness.

However, Fu Qingmiao saw through his true intentions at a glance. Yes, this kind of water vortex did have the meaning of using softness to overcome hardness, but its essence was to utilize centrifugal force.

Centrifugal force and using softness to overcome hardness are not the same thing. The so-called "hardness" does not mean recklessness, it also has the ability to change.

But centrifugal force cannot fight against change!
Fu Qingmiao took a step forward, and countless sword energies began to emerge from under his feet. In an instant, there was no place to stand in the entire sword energy arena, and the vortex defense water ball of the Dead Lake Ghost was forcibly pushed up by the sword energy.

Since these sword energies are rooted in the ground and have a solid foundation, the centrifugal force generated by the vortex cannot push the sword energies away, so they can only push themselves away.

The Dead Lake Ghost had never expected such a thing. The vortex of water ball had already carried him around in the sea of ​​swords and blades, just like a bouncing ping-pong ball.

The ghost of the Dead Lake became even more angry. It jumped into the air, grasped all the colorful lake water in its hands to form a whip, and whipped towards Fu Qingmiao from a distance.

It was obvious that the colorful lake whip also contained sinister resentment, or it could be said to be a mental energy attack. Seeing this, Fu Qingmiao dodged it in a flash.

This caught the Dead Lake Ghost off guard, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. During this moment of stunned concentration, all the sword energy and blades on the ground instantly grew together and formed a giant sword that pierced his anus.

The Dead Lake Wraith was shocked and began to roll in the air, creating the vortex defense again. Theoretically, even if it turned into a ping-pong ball, it could be considered to have escaped, but this time the giant sword Fu Qingmiao created had another change. When the giant sword pierced through the vortex barrier, countless small blades suddenly branched out from the blade, densely packed like a lush giant tree!

Puff puff!
The Dead Lake Ghost was caught off guard and was stabbed to pieces in the blink of an eye, but the body of the third-generation zombie allowed him to return to normal after he landed.

"Hahahaha, my zombie body is immortal..."

The Dead Lake Ghost did not finish pretending because a pressure from his bloodline descended upon him. Looking up at the sky in disbelief, Fu Qingmiao's originally dark eyes had turned blood red, his long hair completely spread out and flew behind him, turning silver-white, and there were some fluorescent blue battle patterns on his face.

This state is one of Fu Qingmiao's many states. To be honest, the Pangu clan is indeed a race that uses emotional power as its origin. When using different emotions as a basis to a certain extent, it can transform into various special forms.

For example, the current battle pattern is actually formed by controlling the anger. In addition, there is a ferocious monster form, with twisted skin and flesh, a green face and fangs, which is very ugly. There is also a magic beast or mythical beast form, which can transform into some kind of legendary fantasy creature.

However, as a girl with a mild obsession with mysophobia, Fu Qingmiao would not choose those two disgusting forms. Instead, this battle pattern form that controls anger is quite good.

But as Baiyue said, the most powerful power of zombies comes from love, and only the form catalyzed by the power of love is the strongest form of zombies.

But using that form to deal with the Dead Lake Ghost is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

The Dead Lake Ghost, who had just stood up, fell to the ground with a thud. Sword energies rose from the ground and stabbed him through the heart.

"Zombie! You also have a zombie body, and even a more advanced zombie bloodline than Bedias!"

The Dead Lake Ghost screamed and shouted, but the next second it completely shrank back into its body.

This operation made Fu Qingmiao stunned for a moment. What was this for?
His voice suddenly changed, and there was a hint of clarity in his eyes. He looked at Fu Qingmiao and rushed over while roaring. This time he did not use the power of the Dead Lake Ghosts, but relied on the zombies' melee ability as if he was determined to fight Fu Qingmiao to the end.

Fu Qingmiao wanted to laugh. Who gave you the confidence?
Without even trying to dodge, they just launched a series of quick counterattacks. The speed of the two men was too fast to follow with the naked eye. However, Bedias was a Native American, and as we all know, many customs and heritage of the Native Americans had long been lost. It was an anomaly for him to become a divine warrior, not to mention the traditional fighting method.

And relying solely on those worldly fighting skills may seem impressive at first glance, but those fighting skills do not have the soil for producing business, and are not powerful enough at all.

Therefore, in less than a hundred moves, Fu Qingmiao pierced his throat with his finger. This move would be a killing move for ordinary people, but it was nothing for a zombie. However, Fu Qingmiao's attacks were continuous, and each attack on the vital points could cause Bedias to pause for a short time. Slowly, the damage increased, and even the zombie's recovery ability was not useful.

"Under the suppression of zombie-level blood, you still force yourself to fight me. You are asking for death!" Fu Qingmiao sighed and poked a finger into Bedias' heart. This time she used the power of One Yang Finger, but sword energy burst out when it entered the body, instantly crushing Bedias' insides into pieces.

There was a hint of relief in Bedias' eyes. He took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Thank you. Also, you have to be careful that it wants to take over your body."

After the reminder, Bedias simply died. Fu Qingmiao was a little bit amused and helpless. The last words of this villain were so straightforward that she didn't know how to complain for a moment.

As for the matter of possessing another's body, she understood it almost instantly.

The God-hosted Warrior is the pull of two soul consciousnesses, and also a common bondage. Theoretically speaking, as long as Bedias, whose body is a cage, dies, the Dead Lake Ghosts will be able to break free from the bondage of the God-hosted Warrior and turn back into a free group consciousness, and of course they can choose a new host.

"Haha, so you think you can't defeat me by force, so you plan to fight me at the soul level?"

Fu Qingmiao put away the sword arena with a smile. Zhao Fangxu and others on the periphery were stunned for a moment and hurriedly reminded: "Don't get close to him, don't let him take over your body! I will contact the Wang family immediately!"

Fu Qingmiao was extremely disdainful. Although she did not have any special means of mental attack, her soul was already very stable and it was not so easy to be possessed by another person.

Of course, the reason why Fu Qingmiao was most confident was because... she was certain that the resentful spirits in the Dead Lake had dissipated!
"Don't worry, the ghost in the Dead Lake died more easily than Bedias, humph!" Fu Qingmiao waved his hand.

Zhao Fangxu was a little confused and came closer, "What do you mean, Master's wife?"

Fu Qingmiao returned to his normal state and said with a smile: "The Godhead Mask and the God-Sent Warrior are both a way of using the power of faith to fight. So where does faith come from? It comes from people's cognition!"

Zhao Fangxu is a smart man, he understood it immediately, "Oh, so that's why. The divine masks can be used to play Nezha, Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong, etc., because they are believed in by the people, and people worship them to gain the power of faith. And the dead lake ghosts..."

Fu Qingmiao was amused. "According to the information, Bedias is the last God-borne Warrior. All his tribesmen are gone, so no one believes in the Dead Lake Wraith anymore. Although there are still alien organizations in various countries who know about the existence of the Dead Lake Wraith, knowing and believing are not the same thing."

Zhao Fangxu laughed and said, "Yes, there are definitely more people who know Calabash Brothers than those who know the Dead Lake Wrath. I have never seen a user of a divine mask who can perform the Calabash Brothers."

"So the Dead Lake Ghost had a good plan, but he failed to put himself in the right position. Once Bedias dies, there will be no one on the entire earth who believes in him anymore. What is the basis for his existence?"

Zhao Fangxu looked at the body of Bedias that had been beaten into a pulp and sighed, "If I were the Dead Lake Wrathful Spirit, I would definitely stay alive and preach. When I have more followers, I will naturally become stronger. Behaviors like this that always fight with the host for the body... Alas, I can only say that this little god from a small place has no vision."

(End of this chapter)