So in almost a second, except for the thatched house in the middle, everything in this small farmhouse was chopped back to its original shape. Waves of supernatural power swept back towards the thatched house like wind and clouds.
At the same time, an unhappy snort came from the thatched house, accompanied by a somewhat old voice.
"You brat! You want to demolish my house as soon as you make a move? That's really too much."
Fu Yang was speechless for a while.
He laughed and shouted loudly: "Who told you that you can't show off? You're asking me to demonstrate."
Fu Yang could feel that although the other party was unhappy and hurt, there was no malice or murderous intention, that's why he spoke like this.
Hurrah!
The wooden door of the thatched house suddenly opened automatically, and a huge object composed of black gas flew out.
Take a closer look.
The shape of that thing is actually a pen! It is similar to the brush commonly used in ancient China.
The power of the underworld condensed into a ten-foot-long writing brush, which flew out from the thatched house to attack Fu Yang!
"Huh? What a strange attack!"
When Fu Yang saw this scene, he was shocked and at the same time very happy.
Ghost Way Spirit Controlling Fist!
He waved his right arm fiercely.
Immediately, a huge black metal fist passed through the air and fiercely faced the brush. Along the way, there were gusts of strong wind, which was extremely powerful.
Gu Jianyang and Zhao Feng hurriedly hid to the side to avoid being accidentally injured.
"Master is so awesome!"
He clenched his fists and was very excited every time he saw this kind of high-level fighting.
But Fu Yang's ghostly spirit-controlling fist suddenly collided with this black air brush!
The situation that Fu Yang expected did not happen.
Originally, according to his idea, even if the brush could not be destroyed with one blow, it would at least be annihilated and disappear at the same time, right? But to his surprise, the tip of the black air brush was extremely sharp, comparable to a sword.
And it suddenly accelerated at the last moment!
The tip of the pen was accurately placed on the surface of the huge Ghost Spirit Control Fist - that was actually the weakest area where the power of Ghost Spirit and the spiritual power of the Spirit were condensed.
Boom!
The black Qi writing brush instantly shattered the Ghost Road Spirit Taming Fist and continued to head straight towards Fu Yang.
His pupils suddenly narrowed: "So strong! He seems to be a ruthless character. He is much more powerful than that guy Wang Jian!"
but……
Fu Yang is also unfazed!
The metal glove wrapped on his right arm instantly deformed and turned into a long and narrow black magic sword - Thousand Fantasy Sword.
"Thousand Fantasy Ghost Dao Slash!"
Swish, swish, swish!
Fu Yang swung his magic sword and slashed out three black sword gangs. They suddenly spread out and surrounded the black air brush from three different directions in a fan shape.
finally!
Click, click, click...
Three black swords cut the huge brush into three pieces. However, it did not collapse, but wanted to regroup into its original state.
It can be seen that this power from the underworld is very strange and very stubborn. It is difficult to be eliminated!
"Haha. Young man, the old man's randomly transformed pen is not so easy to deal with, right?"
A proud voice came from the thatched house again.
There was also a smile on Fu Yang's lips: "Old man, my Thousand Illusion Ghost Slash is not that simple."
As soon as I finished speaking, boom!!!
Three black sword gangs exploded at once, and the power of ghosts filled the surrounding area like black clouds. And from the exploding clouds, three claws of ghosts suddenly popped out.
The mysterious beast's claws were covered with black scales and knotted muscles. They actually grabbed the black air brush at the same time.
then……
Smash!
Smash it hard!
Bang bang bang bang!
The whole cave was almost shaking slightly as if the ground was shaking. The mysterious supernatural power from the underworld was finally completely shattered and could no longer be condensed into the form of a brush. Then it flew back and entered the thatched house.
Fu Yang's movements of casting spells did not stop at all.
"Qian Huan, here comes the bow!"
As he roared, the Thousand Fantasy Sword in his hand immediately transformed into a black metal long bow in less than half a second. Fu Yang held the bow in his left hand, hooked the bow string with his right hand, and suddenly drew the bow back.
Buzz!
It was obviously an empty bowstring, but a black arrow automatically appeared out of thin air. Although it was in a gaseous state, it gave people a heavy feeling like steel poured into iron.
"go!"
Whoosh!!!
A sharp sound broke through the air.
The black arrows of ghost power were like meteors falling from the sky. With great speed and power, they shot towards the thatched house in front.
"Good boy, you..."
The voice in the thatched house hadn't had time to finish speaking.
Boom!!!
The black arrow hit the thatched house accurately, and exploded with huge power instantly. A faint black sphere flashed away. Then it shattered, and a huge shock wave spread in all directions, surging like ripples of water.
And accompanied by strong winds.
With one arrow, the entire thatched house was blown up.
"Damn it, damn it! You little guy who doesn't know how to respect your elders is just like that damn guy Wang Jian... you don't have any good things. Ahem..."
In the violent shock wave, a black shadow instantly rose into the sky. Then it drew an arc in mid-air and landed accurately about one foot in front of Fu Yang.
At the same time, the shattered thatched house turned into strands of black gas, which was absorbed from behind. It quickly turned into a piece of clothing, covering the person in front of him.
It turned out that the entire small farmyard that I saw just now was actually transformed into a piece of clothing on this person!
Soon, Fu Yang and Gu Jianyang finally saw clearly the appearance and attire of the man in front of them.
He is an old man who looks about fifty or sixty years old. He has sharp eyes and his hair is combed in the style of a common official in ancient China. He is quite majestic.
He wears a square official hat of black gauze on his head, and the clothes on his body are a bit like the official uniforms of ancient imperial officials. He holds something like a thread-bound book in his left hand, and a writing brush in his right hand.
"This is...the Yin Division Judge?!"
Fu Yang was stunned and blurted out uncontrollably.
That's right, the man in front of me looks exactly like the underworld judge from TV series and movies.
"Hey? You young man is quite discerning. Yes, I am the judge of the underworld. You and other living beings who go to the underworld in the future may still be under the control of me."
The judge looked very pretentious. He put the judge's pen in his left hand and held it with the book of life and death, and stroked the beard on his chin with his right hand.
"Master, is there really an underworld in this world? Is there really a King of Hell and a judge? And it can also fight with us living people?"
Gu Jianyang looked very surprised.
Fu Yang smiled slightly at his apprentice: "My silly apprentice, of course! However, the underworld is also a complicated situation. I will tell you in detail when I have time in the future." (Third update)