Zhao Erfei did not doubt the words of the Old Ghost of West Mountain. Since he dared to appear, he must have deployed a Ghost Emperor Grade Battle Power of the corresponding level to stop the True Dragon General of the Sanshui Ghost Suppression Bureau.
Things aren't looking good.
Have these Ghost King and Ghost Emperor gone mad?
It should be noted that for many years, no Ghost Emperor has dared to challenge the True Dragon General, as the Combat between the True Dragon General and the Ghost Emperor is far too destructive.
Moreover, a single move could have far-reaching consequences, unless...
At this moment, countless vengeful ghosts and Ghost General were less than a hundred meters away from him.
Zhao Erfei pulled out a handful of talismans from his pocket, held them between two fingers, pressed them to his brow, and murmured earnestly, "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Fire talisman, appear!"
As the incantation was uttered, Zhao Erfei waved his hand, and countless talismans, empowered by his True Qi, suddenly flew out, spontaneously combusting in mid-air and instantly striking the surrounding vengeful spirits.
"Boom boom boom..."
A series of explosions rang out, and in an instant, many vengeful ghosts were annihilated by the immense power of the attack.
Zhao Erfei pressed one hand to the ground and pulled out another high-grade talisman. A pained expression appeared on his face. This talisman was a high-level item that he had painstakingly created, and its value was immeasurable.
But now, it's clear that we can't worry about that anymore.
" Wind and Lightning Earth Escape Technique, get out of here!"
Countless Lightning surged from Zhao Erfei's body, and his figure flickered, but after a moment, he remained in the same spot without any Changes.
"Holy crap, there's more than one Ghost King this time?"
The Wind and Lightning Earth Escape Technique is a combination of talismans he developed himself, which allows him to instantly Earth Escape hundreds of miles underground.
Even ordinary Ghost King Ghost Domain cannot stop him; this is his means of survival.
Since it's useless, it proves that at least two Ghost King are maintaining this Ghost Domain, and the fact that they know so much about him means there must be a traitor among them.
Things were probably worse than he had imagined.
"Do you have to be so serious? Hey, Old Ghost of West Mountain, who else could it be but you?"
"Hehehe, guess!"
I bet you're a jerk!
Zhao Erfei gave a bitter smile, but waiting to die was not his style. Just as he was about to take out more talismans, he suddenly saw the Armor Hero Transformation belt that he had thrown on the ground.
A thought suddenly struck him, "Why not give it a try? It's embarrassing, but I'm about to die, what does it matter? What if it works?"
He gritted his teeth, picked up the Armor Hero's belt, bit his lip, and thought, "So be it, dying is better than dying for real."
" Armor Hero, Transformation! Ugh, damn it!"
As soon as the command was given, the belt was enveloped in a white light, and in the next moment, it automatically transformed into a set of armor parts that floated in the air.
"Bang bang bang..."
Each of these armor components attaches to its corresponding position, instantly completing the Transformation Dress the Armor Hero.
Looking at the glowing armor on his hands and feeling the surging power within him, Zhao Erfei was dumbfounded.
"That Uncle was actually telling the truth? And this is a magical Dharma Artifact?! Holy crap, my worldview is shattered!"
"I feel like I could punch a Ghost King to pieces right now."
Whether it works or not, we'll find out by trying.
Zhao Erfei, now clad in a striking Hong Jin Flame Dragon Armor, transformed into a streak of light and charged forward.
To be honest, Ling Yi underestimated the destructive power of the magic weapon.
Even the worst magical artifact is still a magical artifact.
Zhao Erfei was truly one punch after another, and this feeling of power made him roar with excitement as he charged left and right, unleashing a rampage.
He was satisfied, but the two Ghost King were dumbfounded.
" Armor Hero?"
"Although there's no sword, it does seem to be Armor Hero, but this must be an illusion, right? Aren't Armor Hero fake?"
Inside the " Old Man Figurines " store, Ling Yi and Lin Wanzhen were playing games together to rank up.
The monk clasped his hands together, staring intently at the doorway with a worried expression.
Just then, a familiar figure appeared in his sight. The difference was that behind this figure were two... Ghost King?
" The Old Ghost of West Mountain, the Faceless Ghost King?" The monk's pupils contracted, and he suddenly stood up, his face full of anxiety.
"Hurry up, stop dawdling!" Zhao Erfei kicked Old Ghost of West Mountain and shouted.
The monk's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Amitabha! Damn it, Erfei, you actually dared to kick the Ghost King?"
"Haha, monk, you've broken your vows! I not only dare to kick you, I dare to slap you too!" With that, Zhao Erfei slapped the Faceless Ghost King on the back of the head.
The two Ghost King dared not speak their anger, their faces filled with shame and rage.
After bringing the two Ghost King into the shop, Zhao Erfei respectfully gave Ling Yi a Daoist School greeting.
"Senior, two Ghost King, I want to exchange them for points."
"200 points, minus 100 points for the credit, leaving 100 points. This is a unique membership card for my store; you can view the information by consuming Magic Power." Ling Yi said, tossing out a black card.
Zhao Erfei reached out and caught it, Magic Power into the card. Instantly, he saw the message "Balance: 100 points" written on it.
After the Magic Power dissipated, it turned into a plain black card with nothing on it.
Ling Yi looked at the two Ghost King with some surprise. It seemed that he had underestimated the power of these magical treasures.
But isn't that better?
Ling Yi pulled two sheets of A4 paper from under the printer next to him and grabbed them at the two Ghost King.
The two Ghost King screamed and transformed into two black orbs of light, flying in front of Ling Yi. Ling Yi slapped them one by one, shoving them into an A4 sheet of paper.
Ling Yi picked it up and shook it, and saw two lifelike Ghost King staring at each other.
You've turned into a painting?
"Didn't you also turn into a painting?"
"What kind of tactic is this?"
"I don't know what methods they used, all I know is that we've run into Big Shot!"
"Damn, what you said makes so much sense, Big Shot, please have mercy!"
Ling Yi ignored them, rolled up the two pieces of paper, and casually tossed them into his Star Ring.
Yundu and Zhao Erfei both swallowed hard. What the hell was this technique? It could actually turn a person into a painting?
At this moment, Zhao Erfei's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled the monk outside the door and began to whisper among himself.
The monk's expression changed from curiosity to surprise, from surprise to anger, and then he frowned.
A moment later, the two returned to the shop.
Zhao Erfei said to Ling Yi, "Um, senior..."
"Don't call me 'senior,' call me 'boss.' I'm only twenty-nine years old."
"Twenty-nine years old?"
"What? Boss, you're only twenty-nine? You look way older than your age."
Amitabha Buddha!
Zhao Erfei, Lin Wanzhen, and Yundu Du couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Twenty-nine? I doubt anyone would believe it if it were fifty-nine.
"Stop talking nonsense, get to the point, or get lost," Ling Yi said irritably.
Is this what I wanted to look like? This is the identity I was randomly assigned, and I'm still just Old Zhao, I don't even have a name yet.
The Role-Playing Space is cursed; every time he's assigned a freakish character, it's just unbelievable.
"Boss, I want to make a purchase!" Zhao Erfei said, holding his black card.
"Go and choose for yourself. The prices are clearly marked. Once you've chosen, come to me and swipe your card."
"Boss, can you give me some recommendations?"
Ling Yi was too lazy to talk. Would I tell you that Mikoto Misaka figures are the best? Impossible.
Seeing that Ling Yi had started playing games again, the monk and Zhao Erfei had no choice but to make their own decision.
"Monk, why don't you choose Ultraman?" Zhao Erfei suggested.
"Amitabha Buddha, Ultraman is useless except for his height, the key thing is that his time is too short, he can't last long."
"Monk, I feel like you're driving; the wheels are running over my face."
"My benefactor, your heart is truly filthy!"
How do you know I'm dirty if you're not dirty yourself?
Lin Wanzhen cheered from the sidelines, "Whoosh whoosh, the Little Huo is coming to the station!"
The two looked at Lin Wanzhen at the same time, Zhao Erfei asked, "Um, beautiful lady, what's your name?"
Call me Sister Zhen.
" Sister Zhen, can you give me some advice?"
After learning about Ling Yi's boasting, the two were no longer so afraid of the Ghost King in front of them.
With their seniors watching over them, they believe the Ghost King wouldn't dare to attack them.
"These are Summon units; they can Summon corresponding characters to aid in Combat."
"These are Transformation Type, like the Armor Hero you chose; they belong to the Transformation Type."
"In terms of Summon types, there are power types, such as Saitama, Goku from Dragon Ball Goku, Superman, and so on."
"On the Transformation Type, there's the Saint armor, the Ultraman Transformation device, the Sailor Moon staff..."
"Just choose whichever you think is stronger. Pick whichever you like. Higher Battle Power means shorter duration, lower Combat means longer duration. It depends on how you use it."
After Lin Wanzhen's introduction, the two were even more unsure of what to choose.
In the end, the monk still fell in love with the flashy Saint Cloth and directly chose a Capricorn Cloth figure.
"Are you sure you want to choose this? I thought you wanted to choose Saitama- sensei."
"Who says bald people have to choose bald people? Besides, Saitama isn't a monk; we're not on the same wavelength."
"Furthermore, the choice itself isn't important. After all, Benefactor Zhen said that their power is about the same; the main thing is how you choose."
"A monk wearing Cloth... damn, why does this imagery feel so strong?"
Having used up their last 100 points, the two looked at the room full of figurines with envy, wanting to buy them all.
Unfortunately, I didn't have the money.
The two exchanged a glance, both understanding the meaning in each other's eyes: make money, and buy up all the figurines when they get back.
Watching the two leave, Lin Wanzhen said, "Boss, something serious must have happened."
"Don't worry about that, we're just business people. Come on, let's play some games together!"
"No, boss, you're too incompetent, I can't handle you."
"Want a monthly salary of 100 points?"
"Serving the boss!" Lin Wanzhen said righteously.
Off-camera, viewers were thoroughly engrossed. Although Ling Yi participated in fewer Combat this time, and even had Ling Yi scenes, they found the plot and scenes more interesting.
The main attraction is the collectible figurines; they're just so interesting.
[I really want a figurine too. I suggest God Ling open a Dharma Artifact shop in the real world as well.]
[Same as above, this must be turned on.]
[The key point is, there are no ghosts in the real world, so where do the points come from?]
[You can use points to Role-Playing Space. If all else fails, just spend money. One point is now worth 100,000. I'd buy a figurine for 1 billion, even at a premium.]
[What if everyone in our Ancient Country had a set of figurines? Wouldn't we be invincible?]
[Upstairs, while your idea is good, it's impossible.]
[Why is it impossible? It only takes God Ling a few minutes to tinker with a figure. Is it that difficult to give everyone one?]
[Forget about us ordinary people, this thing will definitely be restricted. The authorities will probably contact God Ling!]
[Too!]