This group of mountain people didn't know that the vicious ghost just now was just the pioneer who opened the way.
A large group of people followed closely behind, with the evil ghosts acting as pawns and the evil ghosts acting as generals, surrounded by a group of old evil ghosts who marched toward the village in a mighty manner.
Wang Fu killed the pioneer who opened the way, and the group of ghosts immediately knew that they were excited and wanted to wash away the mountain village.
In other words, no matter how fearful and frightened these mountain people are, rushing to surround Wang Fu and showing their loyalty to the ghosts, they will inevitably face the fate of destruction.
"No matter how loyal a sheep is, it is ultimately a reserve of food for hungry wolves."
Wang Fu smiled and said nothing, watching the villagers fall into a carnival, holding various sticks and shouting at him to kill him, but he did not know that his death was coming.
He opened his Dharma Eyes and saw a few miles away, a group of ghosts strutting around, making a scene.
The 'Mountain God Master' is the old and fierce ghost wearing a big red robe, sitting on a pole, wearing a black gauze and winged official hat on his head, thick eyebrows and a messy beard, and a pair of eyes protruding like copper bells.
Around him, demons danced wildly, some dressed as generals, as well as attentive servants and officials.
The evil spirits leading the way were holding wooden signs saying "Quiet" and "Mighty", followed by a troupe of musical instruments playing gongs and drums. Under the moonlight, they looked so ghostly that birds and beasts could not avoid them.
"A bunch of nerds who play cosplay, they are complete trash."
Wang Fu withdrew his words, "What's wrong with playing? Let's play with this!"
"The mountain god is on a patrol!"
A voice as sharp and harsh as a eunuch's voice sounded in the open mountainous area, followed closely by the sound of noisy gongs and drums.
There was a commotion in the mountain village. After hearing this, all the mountain people knelt down in the direction where the ghosts were coming and kowtowed reverently.
"With the blessing of the mountain god, a big fat boy will be born in my family next year."
"Bless my family a good harvest, but don't bless the neighbors, they are not good people."
"Collect the offerings quickly, don't eat us."
In the crowd, all kinds of murmurs and whispers converged into a torrent.
Wang Fu shook his head when he saw this. These mountain people were hopeless.
In other words, in Gushan, if people don’t look like humans and ghosts don’t look like ghosts, it will be in vain to live.
The surrounding space began to distort, and Wang Fu noticed that the land under his feet began to change.
The mountain people who were kneeling on the ground and kowtow disappeared one by one, but they were not aware of the disappearance of their companions around them.
A mist descended, figures disappeared one after another, and soon the village became empty.
Torches were lying on the ground, and miscellaneous farm tools, bows and arrows were scattered everywhere, indicating that there were still people there before.
Including the family that had previously 'entertained' Wang Fu, they all disappeared.
This village has been shrouded in the ghost realm of old and vicious ghosts, and other mountain residents have been swallowed up by him.
Wang Fu's expression was indifferent. When the mountain people knelt down just now, they probably didn't know that his final fate would be to be swallowed up by the 'mountain god'.
"The mountain god has arrived, and the lonely ghosts have retreated. Why don't ordinary people kneel down, prostrate themselves, and pray devoutly?"
The sharp voice sounded again, and in the blink of an eye a group of strange ghosts came in front of them.
Wang Fu had a smile on his face but made no move.
The old evil ghost sitting on the pole stared at him.
He used the power of the ghost realm to swallow all the living creatures in the village into the ghost realm. Except for the man in front of him, the power of the ghost realm swept over him several times and remained motionless.
The old and evil ghost knows that the young man in front of him is definitely a practitioner and his strength is not low.
"If you don't worship God when you see it, you are despising the gods and you should be killed!"
A mighty general walked out from the crowd of ghosts, holding a large sword and wearing a battle robe. He shouted angrily and rushed towards Wang Fu.
This is a ferocious ghost, and the Daguandao is also a ghost weapon. It strikes with unparalleled power and strikes directly towards Wang Fu's body.
"Why bother coming here!"
Wang Fu sighed and waited for the Guandao to strike in front of him, less than a fist away from his forehead.
He took out the ancient ax with his backhand, restored it to its original size, and slashed it out in one breath.
The ancient ax hit the Daguandao right in the middle, splitting it into two halves. The attack continued, and then it landed on the ghost general and exploded in the air.
With a few movements of his hands, Wang Fu killed a vicious ghost.
All the ghosts were in an uproar. This ghost was a brave and good fighter among them, and he was killed on sight.
"You're so brave, you...
The sharp voice sounded again, but this time, the ghost could not finish his words.
"Boom!"
The ancient ax flew out and stabbed the half-spoken ghost. The fire rose and burned it into nothingness.
He deceived the ghost so much that he immediately killed him without even letting him finish his words.
A ghost dressed as a slave flew into the air and turned into black smoke with teeth and claws. Wang Fu thought that he would not be able to kill him.
"Send your name."
What answered him was a breath of fresh air. When the strong wind curse blew, the black smoke dispersed and disappeared before his eyes.
The ghost was so frightened that it hurriedly fell to the ground and turned into a physical entity. As a result, it was hit on the head with an axe. Death!
The ghosts were frightened and angry. They were so numerous that they ran rampant in the area, raising pigs and sheep on the spot of the mountain people, and did not look down upon the casual practitioners.
Who would have expected that today I would meet Wang Fu, the killer.
As soon as they met and exchanged just a few words, he killed three ghosts in a row. In addition to the pioneers who had previously explored the road, four evil ghosts had already died in his hands.
At this time, the 'Mountain God Master' spoke, "As a mortal, you don't worship the mountain god, and you are good at killing the ghosts and soldiers under the mountain god. Do you know your sin?"
They look pretty similar!
Wang Fu laughed dumbly. The old and vicious ghost in front of him was definitely not a big shot, otherwise he wouldn't have rashly claimed to be a mountain god.
It should be noted that there is only one mountain god in the entire Gushan Mountain, and that is the main mountain god of Gushan Mountain.
These self-proclaimed little gods are just a bunch of bastards who amuse themselves. For details, please refer to the ‘emperors’ who were exterminated by our police officers after the founding of the People’s Republic of China.
"A mountain god, right?"
The old evil ghost said majestically, "Exactly."
"I have a wish. I wonder if the mountain god can make it come true?"
The 'mountain god master' smiled. Mortals are greedy for dreams and want nothing more than women of gold and silver. He uses illusions to confuse and rip out the opponent's heart in a few rounds.
"The grace of the mountain god can make all your wishes come true."
"Ask the mountain god to die,"
The next moment, Wang Fu held up a golden, round and lumpy object with both hands, and threw it towards the old and vicious ghost.
The 'Mountain God Master' didn't rush and came out of the ghost domain in an attempt to include it.
However……
"Serial thunder."
Wang Fu let out a soft cry, and the object exploded just before it fell into the ghost realm.
The brilliant lightning exploded inside the ghost's body on the spot, exploding the mountain god's body in an instant, and the gray mist squirmed endlessly.
This isn't the end yet.
The golden thunder flew out without any damage, splitting into hundreds of branches on the spot, each of which pierced into the bodies of the surrounding ghosts and exploded them at the same time.
Serial thunder, as its name suggests, once triggered, it will kill ghosts in an endless chain, spread out quickly, and is extremely powerful.
If you look down from above, you can see the lightning spread out into lush tree branches, piercing all the ghosts.
One by one, the ghosts, no matter how evil they are, are like ripe fruits, being destroyed one after another.
"Still want to run."
Wang Fu, with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, noticed a wisp of ghostly nature trying to escape, and a thunder light emitted from his palm, beating it to ashes.
"Um?"
Before this old and vicious ghost disappeared, a complex pattern flashed across its body.