Chapter 88: Dharma Form of Heaven and Earth Appears

Ghost Empress Yanzhi immediately left the place.

"Qin Guang, that familiar feeling, how far is it in distance?"

"Very far, very far, Mother, about this much far." Little King Qin Guang tried hard to open his arms, wishing he could stretch them until they broke.

Ghost Empress Yanzhi was silent. After interacting with Little King Qin Guang these past couple of days, she more or less figured out his brain circuits. Seeing him spread his hands that wide, it must mean the distance is quite far.

Ghost Empress Yanzhi waved her sleeve like a sweep; ghostly energy wrapped around them, and with a gust of wind, the ghost energy dispersed.

Their appearances changed from their original ghostly forms.

Ghost Empress Yanzhi wore a bright red bridal dress. The commander of ghost soldiers was clad in ghost armor, surrounded by ghost fire, and the ghost soldiers beside them were ready for action.

"So fun."

Little King Qin Guang clapped his hands, looking at Ghost Empress Yanzhi covered in a red bridal veil, and said, "Mother is so pretty."

Ghost Empress Yanzhi ignored Little King Qin Guang. With a gust of wind, her red bridal sleeves fluttered. Ghost energy once again spread, and when it dispersed, they disappeared from the spot.

In the span of two or three breaths, a hundred meters away from where they were, a sudden vortex of ghost energy surged up, then scattered with the wind.

Ghost Empress Yanzhi and her group of ghosts emerged from it.

"Now then, Qin Guang, that familiar feeling, what direction is it in?" Ghost Empress Yanzhi asked.

Little King Qin Guang still raised his hand and pointed in the same direction as before.

"Still over there, still very far, Mother."

Ghost Empress Yanzhi listened, the red bridal veil on her head slightly nodding, muttering, "Looks like it's not in Yangzhou."

After speaking, a gloomy ghost wind blew past.

Ghost Empress Yanzhi and her group of ghosts disappeared, heading in the direction Little King Qin Guang had sensed.

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[Great Xia, Fujian]

"After all, they aren't truly gods descending to the mortal world, their power can't be fully exerted." Qin Ye murmured to himself.

Before him, the three girls including Xiao Wen were heavily bound by restraints. Their strength, let alone reaching immortal class or pinnacle levels, couldn't even be considered worldly dust immortals, only at the night watchman level.

No research value. Also, since their state involved divine possession, they couldn't be used as test subjects.

"Forget it. I originally thought if I infected possessed immortals, I could force you to descend and use you for experiments. But now it looks impossible." Qin Ye muttered a sentence.

But just as he was thinking about how to rescue the three girls from the possession state, "Hehehe…" Xiao Wen let out a laugh.

Qin Ye lifted his eyelids slightly, focusing his gaze, and saw that the aura on Xiao Wen's body grew thicker, becoming more and more intense, gradually shifting from gas to a condensed form, increasingly dense.

At the same time, Xiao Wen's strength was rising too. In a single breath, a sky-shattering leap occurred, from night watchman level across to worldly dust immortal, then breaking through the mortal world's cultivation barrier, ascending to the pinnacle realm that even worldly dust immortals look up to.

During the whole process, Xiao Wen stared dead at Qin Ye.

Perhaps because she failed to kill Qin Ye in one blow, the immortal possessing her went mad, wanting nothing but to kill Qin Ye at all costs.

In an instant, with childish laughter spreading across the open ground, "Hehehe…"

The black aura radiating from Xiao Wen solidified in that moment, transforming into a figure.

"Dharma Form of Heaven and Earth of an Immortal God." Qin Ye squinted his eyes, recognizing and speaking.

The figure was tall, five to six meters high, entirely black like vapor, blurry like gas, woven with light and shadows, illusory yet real, closely resembling the legendary Dharma Form of Immortal Gods.

Then, Qin Ye saw clearly the figure's appearance.

Feet on wind-fire wheels, holding a flaming spear, wearing a red cosmic scarf, with three heads and six arms, divine power and majesty overwhelmingly arrogant.

Such appearance, just by the weapon held in the figure's hand, any citizen of Great Xia would recognize it: this is a martial deity ranked among the immortals, Third Prince Nezha.

This is assuming you ignore the figure's three heads.

"Dog head?" Qin Ye looked at the side head of Nezha. Nezha's three heads weren't all the same. While the front and back were Nezha's, the side head was a black dog's head.

"Xiao Tian Quan (Howling Sky Dog)?" Qin Ye examined the black dog head and said.

No one answered his question.

Bang!

The Dharma Form of Nezha struck, the binding spell on Xiao Wen was broken, chains of restraints snapped inch by inch.

———

At the same time, outside the open ground, on a street, the Wandering God procession had exited the open ground and came here. The street instantly became lively. Firecrackers crackled, gongs and drums sounded.

Rumble~ Rumble~ Rumble~

Thunder boomed on a sunny day, like firecrackers, each boom louder than the last, followed by rolling dark clouds.

"Is the weather forecast just for fun? Didn't it say clear skies today? So inaccurate?" The leader of the Wandering God procession complained.

"Dad, this thunder, I feel like it came from behind." The leader's son said.

Wearing a small celestial god costume, he pointed to the direction they came from.

"That's firecracker sound. Just now a shop in the back lit up big firecrackers." The leader casually replied. Rather than checking where the thunder came from, he chose to turn back and look at the spirit medium procession behind, curiously asking:

"By the way, where's Qin Ye?" The leader scanned the spirit medium team.

"Didn't he say he wanted to see the performance? Where did he go?"

"Dad, want me to go look for Brother Qin Ye?"

"No need. Qin Ye probably went to the toilet. Let's keep going forward, head to the next temple and meet up with the other Wandering God group."

These past few days, Qin Ye had gotten familiar, and had gotten along well with many in the Wandering God team, including the team leader.

"Woof!!"

"Hehehe…"

Nezha's Dharma Form moved, the front head let out a childlike laugh, and the side head, Xiao Tian Quan (Howling Sky Dog), howled toward the sky. The bark sounded like thunder, shaking the heavens.

Zzz!

Three of Nezha's six arms rose, grabbing toward Qin Ye. The arm holding the flaming spear stabbed forward.

The spear tip gleamed coldly. Wherever it passed, space distorted, as if this area was about to be pierced through.

But Qin Ye neither dodged nor avoided. He just raised two fingers, pointing toward the oncoming spear tip.

Fingertips clashed with the spearhead.

Clang!

Qin Ye and Nezha's Dharma Form, beneath both their feet, the ground caved in with a rumble, layer after layer collapsing into massive craters.

A gust of divine wind blew out, blasting everything around them. Even the concrete pipes stacked on the open ground, each weighing several tons, were effortlessly flung into the air.

If not for Qin Ye casually tossing out a few talismans in the nick of time, immortal arts activated, those several-ton concrete pipes, once touched by the talismans, seemed to gain spiritual energy, flying up into the sky, then returning one by one to their original positions.

But even though the pipes were restored, the battle continued.

Qin Ye looked at the gradually solidifying, thick black energy-emitting Dharma Form of Nezha, and finally, his lazy expression disappeared.

"Howling Sky Dog and Nezha fused, if we think about it, shouldn't Erlang Shen and Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King fight for custody?"

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