The faces of the dozens of monks on the ground were all red, as if they were on fire.

One person struggled to get up and rushed towards 'Huang Shaohong'. It was the rich middle-aged man. He shouted: "Return my magic pen quickly!"

‘Bang’

Before he even got close, he was kicked forward by 'Huang Shaohong', who vomited blood and flew away:

"You idiot, you didn't hear me say, this is my general's trophy!"

This middle-aged man's skills were all in his pen. How could he fight against 'Huang Shaohong' without his brush? He was so angry that he suffered internal injuries, and ended up spitting out a mouthful of blood. He also became a lot more depressed.

"Okay, okay, my Ma family will not let you go!"

‘Huang Shaohong’ waved his hand:

"If you love someone, you won't return it anyway, so hurry up and take me to see 'Yuan Tiangang' without a second step!"

A thin, middle-aged Taoist priest got up from the ground, turned to the others and said:

"Fellow Taoists, please step back a little, the poor Taoist is about to cast a spell!"

When the others saw that it was him who took action, they all became happy: "If Taoist Master Mao takes action, he will definitely defeat this kid and save our face!"

As if they knew that this man's magic was powerful, everyone else stood up and retreated far away.

The middle-aged Taoist priest turned towards Huang Shaohong and said:

"Based on the Tao of Maoshan Mao Da Fang, I will be the master of this second level. Fellow Taoist, if you admit defeat, it's still too late. Otherwise, if you cast a spell with the Tao, you may not be able to escape unscathed. Even if you save your life, I'm afraid you will be injured."

The foundation!"

‘Huang Shaohong’ asked curiously:

"You are Mao Dafang from the Maoshan sect? Do you know someone named Mao Xiaofang? Where is Kuang Tianyou?"

That 'Mao Dafang' looked confused when he was asked, and said dissatisfied:

"Fellow Taoist, don't talk nonsense. Since you don't know what is good and what is good, don't blame the poor Taoist for being ruthless!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and shouted:

"Fellow Taoists, please help Pingdao activate the formation in the prison. I want to use Maoshan's forbidden technique 'Hundred Ghosts Night Walk'!"

Others made friends one after another, and they all used magic spells to activate the protective formation in the Qintian Prison, blocking out the sunlight. The next moment, the entire sky darkened, like night.

On the 'Star Observation Deck', 'Yuan Tiangang', who was watching all this through the Taoist Circle Light Technique, hesitated and said:

"The Night Walk of One Hundred Ghosts is extremely powerful. Among the martial arts monks, none other than the Martial Saint can break it. Although Huang Erlang is just a hair short of it, he is not a Martial Saint after all. Do you want to stop Mao Dafang?"

‘Li Chunfeng’ smiled and shook his head:

"Brother, please don't forget who we are going to deal with in our plan? Now let's take a look at Huang Erlang's response and strength!"

After it got dark, ‘Mao Dafang’ spoke again:

"Fellow Taoist, why don't you stop thinking about it? There is no turning back when you shoot your bow. Don't regret it until you are too late to regret it!"

‘Huang Shaohong’ said impatiently:

"How do you practice Taoism? If you have any means, use them as soon as possible. It will also let me see the methods of the Maoshan Sect!"

‘Mao Dafang’ snorted coldly:

"It's hard to persuade a damned person with good words..."

‘Huang Shaohong’ gave this guy a middle finger:

"If you want to hit me, hit me. Please don't leave any marks on me, please!"

'Mao Dafang' stopped talking this time, took out a yellowed scroll from the cuff of his Taoist robe, and threw it into the sky.

The scroll automatically suspended in mid-air and then slowly unfolded.

As the scroll unfolded, the infinite ghostly aura emitted from the scroll, and someone among the group of monks praised:

"Sure enough, it is the life-saving forbidden technique of the Maoshan sect, the 'Hundred Ghosts at Night'!"

‘Mao Dafang’ was naturally very proud of using his proud methods in front of everyone, and smiled at ‘Huang Shaohong’:

"This is my Maoshan Forbidden Technique, Hundred Ghosts at Night. Please give me some advice from fellow Taoists!"

After he finished speaking, he shot out a black light with his pinching technique, which hit the "Hundred Ghosts at Night" in the middle of the air.

In an instant, ghostly cries and howls resounded throughout the courtyard.

Countless evil spirit ghosts flew out from the picture, led by more than a dozen powerful evil spirit ghosts, to defend the king with endless evil spirit.

'Mao Dafang' smiled proudly and said: "Hahaha, my Maoshan sect's Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Map cannot be broken by warriors who are not in the realm of martial saints. Fellow Taoist, you are in danger!"

As he spoke, countless evil spirits flew towards Huang Shaohong, intending to suck out his flesh and blood and tear him into pieces.

'Huang Shaohong' felt that the hundreds of ghosts in the 'Hundred Ghosts at Night' could resist his mercury-like vitality and blood through some method.

He immediately laughed and said: "It's quite interesting. Can't you break it without a Martial Saint? Then become a Martial Saint!"

The aura of 'Huang Shaohong' suddenly exploded, and the power of his blood also boiled. Everyone was shocked and speechless. This guy actually broke through and achieved the realm of Martial Saint on the spot. This means that if you upgrade, you will upgrade.

Martial arts is so easy to practice, why should we practice it?

In fact, 'Huang Shaohong' is just a hair away from breaking through. He just painted the Yellow River water falling from the nine heavens. Looking at the monstrous water, if there is any enlightenment, he has quietly comprehended that hairline.

He originally planned to go home and upgrade, but he didn't expect that the other party would come up with something called "Hundred Ghost Night Parade" that only a martial saint could not break, so he would break through it.

This 'Huang Shaohong' became like the sun in the eyes of those fierce ghosts. Dozens of ghost ghosts who had just rushed to his side were directly vaporized by his energy and blood.

‘Five Finger Mountain’!

Capture everything, suppress everything!

After "Huang Shaohong" broke through the Martial Saint, he used this move again, and its power increased to three levels.

The 'Giant Palm of Golden Light' turned into a big mountain and pressed directly towards the ghost king. Feeling the crisis of life and death, the ghost king let out a terrifying ghost roar, but it could not stop the mountain from pressing down.

The next moment, all the ghosts were caught and exploded by the palm of 'Huang Shaohong', and the 'Hundred Ghosts Night Journey' that had been sacrificed by 'Mao Dafang' for many years exploded with a bang.

"The third level, scattering beans and forming an army!"

Another veteran Taoist wearing a Taoist uniform wanted to catch 'Huang Shaohong' when he had just made a breakthrough and was not yet stable. He made a surprise attack and took out a handful of golden beans from the treasure bag at his waist and sprinkled them into the sky.

"Throwing beans makes an army!"

There were hundreds of golden beans in that handful. After taking action, golden light flashed and transformed into golden helmets and golden armor. Heavenly soldiers holding golden swords and golden spears came towards Huang Shaohong to kill him.

‘Huang Shaohong’ picked up the brush again, painted in the air, and at the same time recited loudly in the air:

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuangxue Ming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles."

In an instant, the courtyard seemed to turn into an ancient battlefield, with armies and iron horses.

In the hands of 'Huang Shaohong', Lu Bu, Zhao Yun, Guan Yu, Overlord, Li Yuanba, Ultraman, Calabash, and various characters in the painting books were transformed into the void under his brush, and they rushed towards the heavenly soldiers and generals.

A moment later, each of the heavenly soldiers and generals was blown into pieces, and ‘Huang Shaohong’ won the third level.

Then he didn't ask what the fourth level was, and shouted: "You guys can go up together!"

Then he urged the characters in these paintings to kill the monks.

Suddenly, someone among the monks shouted:

"Fellow Taoist, stop, we are convinced..."
Chapter completed!