Chapter 4 Divine Spirits

As the gods often say: There is no ability to be garbage, only people who are garbage.I want to say, fart.There should be no garbage in this world, but there is so much garbage that even garbage has the ability to be despised.——Taken from the supreme saint and demon of heaven and earth, in the third article of Zhang Mo Shen's "My Diary", "Ah! Damn it!" inside the main hall of discussion, Zhang Mo, who was as motionless as a mountain, was immediately plunged into a rage.At this moment, he finally understood why there were four big characters on the altar: "X, your uncle".That's not blasphemy, it's sincere praise.Just relying on the super trash ability given by Void, the four words "X" cannot describe Zhang Mo's current mood.Zhang Mo repeatedly stepped on and shook the "Sacrifice to the Gods".If it weren't for the incredible toughness of this thing, Zhang Mo would have torn it to pieces long ago.Zhang Mo, who didn't believe in evil, tried to use it several times without moving like a mountain.It is indeed the garbage in the garbage, the best in the garbage.Unable to move, completely unable to move, not to mention walking forward, unable to even lift a finger.Although one can blink and speak, what is the use of just blinking and speaking?The only usage that Zhang Mo could think of was "mockery!" with the phrase "you have the guts to kill grandpa and me!" After saying this, he could die with more dignity."No, I can't die. I haven't married a wife yet, how can I die!" Zhang Mo ran to the door and started frantically knocking on it, shouting.But the door was already locked, and in exchange for a new guard, there were two old cripples playing chess in the distance.Judging from the appearance, it's probably still a bit deaf. You said you're all disabled, what kind of demon cultivator are you.Zhang Mo was furious, but he couldn't open the door.In other places, he can't even move.After tossing and turning for several hours, it was finally late at night.Zhang Mo has not drunk a sip of water or eaten a single grain of rice so far, completely losing his strength.At this moment, Zhao Can and others also took advantage of the dark clouds covering the moon and entered the tunnel from somewhere on the mountain.The spacious dungeon is enough for one person to walk normally, with Zhao Can, Bald Man, and Thin Dog walking in sequence, neither fast nor slow.Around the tunnel, there are completely buried magical firebolts that look no different from ordinary stones, but in reality, they are enough to blow up half of the mountain.Meanwhile, on the other side, in the Cangzhu Forest, a group of righteous warriors also entered the tunnel, leaving only seven or eight people guarding the exit. The rest, fully armed, quickly traversed through the tunnel.Two people and horses are coming from opposite directions. Zhao Can and others were unaware that the underground exit of the Cangzhu Forest had already been exposed.Halfway down the road, Zhao Can and the other three were still chatting and waiting for the golden cicada to emerge. Should we go to the Soul Sect and find a larger demon gate to lean on.It is already difficult for evil cultivators like them to survive on their own. They either immerse themselves in large demon gates or completely retreat to the mountains and forests, only to survive.As he was walking, suddenly, Zhao Can heard footsteps coming from ahead."Who?" Immediately, Zhao Can drew his sword and heard the footsteps of others in the tunnel, which was not a good thing.The person across from him seemed to have stopped at this moment, but as Zhao Can drew his sword, a dazzling purple light appeared, and the other side immediately exclaimed, "Purple Hand Sword Demon!" With this exclamation, a white light rushed directly to Zhao Can's face.The sword light bloomed like a white lotus.Zhao Can couldn't dodge in this narrow space and could only retreat in succession, while exclaiming in shock, "White Lotus Sword Lord." Obviously, the other party was a well-known righteous martial artist, whose cultivation had already surpassed the mortal realm and reached the level of sword martial arts.Zhao Can's demonic martial arts are no different from the opponent's sword martial arts realm, they are just two different names.But when it comes to fighting, it's obvious that the White Lotus Sword Lord has an advantage.Zhao Can knew very well that a large part of his abilities were actually on the purple claw of his left hand, just like the sword technique, and he was bound to lose."Step back, step back!" Zhao Can shouted repeatedly to step back, and the bald man at the back turned around and ran. But before taking two steps, I suddenly saw a knife floating in front of me.Immediately, revealing the face from the blade and then squeezing out the body."Hide the sword!" The bald man shouted out this person's name, which was the famous sword maniac in the righteous sect. Hide the sword!Being sandwiched before and after is such a cramped place.Bald suddenly thought to himself, it's over!With a grit of his teeth, the bald man suddenly took out the flint."Don't move, be careful I'll blow you up!" Bald Man's face showed a fierce expression, but Zhao Can exclaimed in surprise, "No!" Before Bald Man could react, Zang Dao twisted his body and cut off Bald Man's right arm with a sharp blade.The ignition stone flew out with the bald arm, creating a dazzling spark on the wall of the tunnel.Then, everyone heard a sizzling sound.Zhao Can widened his eyes, and all the righteous warriors also stopped in their tracks."No, it's Thunderbolt Demon Fire!" "Withdraw!" "Withdraw!" The cries rang out, but everything was too late.With a loud bang, the tunnel shattered, followed by a series of explosions.Inside the main hall of discussion, Zhang Mo also heard the commotion outside and saw through the crack in the door that the two old cripples who were playing chess were desperately fleeing down the mountain.It's over, everything is over!The explosion began, and Zhao Can's plan was successful. He was going to replace the dead ghost.Zhang Mo was filled with grief and anger, but at the same time, he was helpless.The entire hall began to shake, and Zhang Mo's heart was filled with darkness.Turning around, Zhang Mo walked back to the master's chair and slowly sat down.Well, maybe that's just my fate.Poor my parents, the child cannot be filial anymore.Close your eyes, Zhang Mo held the chair with both hands and whispered, "Don't move like a mountain!" There are tricks to use, not a waste.It's okay to die with a bit of dignity!Boom!The ground shattered, the main hall of the council completely collapsed, the roof shattered, countless broken stones fell, but none hit Zhang Mo, which is also considered luck.From a distance, the entire Little Holy Mountain began to collapse after a series of explosions, and from the top of the mountain, countless huge stones rolled down."Ah! Master!" "Oh my goodness, Sword Lord and the others are still inside!" Outside the Cangzhu Forest, several remaining righteous figures widened their eyes.The demonic cultivators who were still alive at the foot of Xiaosheng Mountain looked at the top of the mountain in shock."Done, the Heavenly Demon Sect is completely finished!" As the explosion ended, all the dust fell to the ground.In the tunnel, the bodies are buried and no one can climb out."Ah! Master!" Several righteous people rushed towards the Little Holy Mountain with grief and anger, drawing out their swords, wanting to fight for their lives.But he didn't take a few steps, yet he was tightly pulled by someone."Don't go, Xiaoran, look!" At this moment, a sharp eyed person pointed towards the mountaintop.As everyone watched, there seemed to be a vague figure there.After waiting for a while, the dark clouds dissipated and the moonlight shone heavily on the earth.And just under the moonlight, a figure, an iron stone chair, hung in the sky.Like a deity!