Chapter 465 Divine General Slices the Plague Demon (Third Update)

"Whoosh..."

The moment he charged out of the town, he could feel an indescribable aura and oppressive force coming from ahead. The yin wind had almost become tangible, rolling forward.

Even the mountain forest outside the town seemed to come alive at this moment, baring its fangs and claws, rushing towards him.

In the distance, he could clearly see one of the eight decaying gods of the thatched altar facing the direction Hu Ma was charging. It was tall, towering over the eerie tree canopy outside the town.

It wore a black robe as dark as night, with a crown made of rice straw on its head. The tassels hanging around it were actually woven from strands of black hair. At the end of these hairs were heads tied together, one after another.

Some faces were black, some were pale. They were just heads, hanging like ornaments, but they were alive, constantly opening their mouths. They couldn't make a sound, but it seemed like something was indeed being said from their mouths.

Endless yin wind, accompanied by the words from their mouths, swept towards the town.

The closer he charged towards the shadow, the more fiercely he felt the yin wind blowing at him, as if it was directly pouring into his seven apertures and five viscera, trying to tear out his spirit, turning his body into an empty shell.

Ordinary people facing the yin wind blowing from this divine position, even watchmen, would suffer illness, confusion, and a body as if the bones had been removed, unable to support itself. The huge shadow, high above, seemed to possess endless power, trying to force people to kneel on the ground.

A guest of the hall.

Not some wild Taoist like the Yiqian Sect's offering, but a true and proper deity, once bestowed by the Yi Dynasty, enjoying countless incense and offerings.

Facing this deity of the hall, mortals could only kowtow.

Otherwise, once they looked directly at such an existence, their spirits would gain weight and be sucked in by the other party like a vortex, becoming a minor ghost attached to their side.

But Hu Ma, charging out of the town and facing the tall black shadow, merely narrowed his eyes and roared furiously. Soul energy surged from his seven apertures, faintly forming a tall shadow above his head.

Green face, fangs, fierce eyes, arrogance overflowing. A fierce god and evil spirit calling upon the gods.

So what if it's a guest of the hall?

This master is on the high platform, and even ghosts and gods must respect me!

The yin wind blowing towards him seemed to be directly absorbed by his dharma, not only not being weakened, but instead, his soul energy became more and more condensed.

The Grand Majestic Heavenly Duke General Seal called upon gods and ghosts, showing no respect for divine positions, and was not subject to this level of oppression at all.

And the horse beneath him became even more excited.

Charging directly at this level of divine position was equivalent to being infected with the eight decays. The more afraid one was of illness and pain, the more fear they would feel towards the shadow on this divine position. This was a biological instinct that no living being could eliminate. However, the more ordinary people feared, the more this Master Horse liked it.

Sensing the strange danger and overwhelming power ahead, its four hooves almost flew up as it galloped like lightning, its aura soaring to the sky. Almost the moment it charged out of the town, Hu Ma felt his vision blur, as if he had entered a thick fog.

In that instant, he felt as if he was suddenly submerged by endless evil ghosts. All around his body, there were arms grabbing and tearing at him, trying to drag him off the horse.

He could no longer see, nor did he know where he was. He only felt dizzy and his soul scattered. But at the same moment, he suddenly let out a sharp whistle, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of yang blood. In an instant, the yin energy dissolved, and the rolling fog shattered.

Focusing his eyes and looking forward again, he saw that the grass crown deity shadow, which had been hundreds of feet tall and looking down upon him, had disappeared. Ghostly mist swirled, and in front of the horse's head, there was only a kneeling maid.

She wore a green dress, holding a memorial tablet in her hands, with four thick incense sticks burning beside her.

"Audacious!"

Seeing Hu Ma appear, the maid was also clearly stunned for a moment, seemingly never expecting anyone to come here.

But she only paused slightly before standing up, still holding the memorial tablet, and sternly rebuked Hu Ma, "What kind of rebellious bandit, with such boundless audacity, dares to offend the position of the grass head god?"

Although she looked young, and her dress was that of a servant, at this moment, her stern reprimand seemed to possess the majesty of a superior. In her stern voice, she even took out a wooden board, preparing to strike Hu Ma's head.

She was truly unafraid, only filled with displeasure at Hu Ma's offense against the divine position. She swung the wooden board in her hand towards the horse's head, as if to knock down both man and horse.

"Heh..."

But listening to the maid's stern reprimand, Hu Ma didn't even bother to pay attention to her. A cold smile flashed across his face. Master Horse didn't even try to rein in his hooves. Taking advantage of the horse's momentum, he swung the saber in his hand.

"Shua!"

The newly forged ghost head saber was yearning for something, and when Hu Ma casually swung it out, it was filled with baleful aura.

A magical light seemed to light up around the maid, but it was useless.

The four incense sticks beside her also reacted. The smoke on the sticks immediately surged, winding around like swimming snakes, seemingly transforming into a blurred ghost shadow, wanting to push Hu Ma off the horse. But it was also useless. Instead, it was grabbed by Hu Ma's dharma, and pulled over.

"Kacha..."

The dharma was originally an ethereal thing, just an illusion born from the vibration of the spirit, but at this moment, it revealed its ferocity, directly grabbing the ghost shadow, stuffing it into its mouth and chewing it.

"Grass head god protect me..."

The maid was finally frightened by this ferocious appearance, screaming hoarsely. Facing the sharp blade, her face changed drastically, and she stomped her feet repeatedly. She was a Spirit Attendant and could borrow the grass head god's abilities to take this saber strike for her.

But Hu Ma didn't even look at what she was doing. He just rode forward and slashed out with his saber. He only heard a "chi" sound, and the maid's mouth was still moving when her body and the memorial tablet were simultaneously sliced in two.

"Pu..."

The person fell to the ground like a broken sack, and hot blood splashed out three or four zhang, spilling onto the broken memorial tablet.

One of the eight streams of decaying energy blowing towards Stone Horse Town immediately lessened. The people of this town were originally affected by the eight decaying gods of the thatched altar, as if trapped in a desperate and painful nightmare.

Between confused spirits, they seemed to see plague ghosts and evil gods laughing hideously above the town, jumping and scattering pain and disaster upon the world.

Whether it was real or illusion, it was difficult to say.

Ordinary people did not have the ability to directly see ghosts and gods, but they could sense them under certain circumstances, and then weave corresponding appearances in their eyes. When Hu Ma slashed and killed this Disease Decay God, they immediately sensed it.

Thus, they also saw the figure riding a tall horse, wielding a saber to slay the plague demon.

The entire town seemed to be silent for a moment. The frightened and desperate people, looking at the horse, at the figure on the horse, at the ghost shadow that was slashed down, suddenly felt a slight tremor in their hearts, and vaguely remembered something.

Someone used all their strength, trembling, and cried out in a lost voice: "It... it's that stone horse..."

"It's the divine general who slays the plague demon... riding the stone horse back..."

This cry startled the entire town, whether it was Master Sun and the others in the inn, waiting for a powerful enemy to attack, or the Dharma King on the altar, seeing the town being invaded by plague, wanting to bestow blessings and drive away evil, but already unable to hold on.

Or it was the Myosin Immortal, guarding ten large vats in the main altar's old house, but already overwhelmed by the pressure outside, looking at each other in despair.

Everyone at this moment was as if struck by lightning, raising their heads high, and saw the stone horse, saw the horse as if leaping in the air, and on the horse was a tall figure wearing armor, holding a ferocious saber.

They couldn't see the face clearly, nor the shadow of the saber, and even the shadows that everyone saw were reflections projected by their souls.

But they felt the power and domineering aura contained in this shadow, and were momentarily awed.

Now they were in Stone Horse Town, and plague demons were causing trouble, in a time of despair and sorrow. So, who else could suddenly appear and help the people slay the plague demons but the legendary divine general?

The Yiqian Sect Leader, Myosin Immortal, did not believe that the stone horse could come alive.

She was already astonished by the heaviness of the evil aura outside. Seeing that the blessings inside the ten large vats were about to be exhausted, and the things inside were about to come alive, she was shocked by the appearance of the shadow. The creatures inside the vats instantly retracted their heads, and even the overflowing blood receded.

There was even a hand that stretched out from the vat, quietly picked up a hairpin that had just been thrown out, and quickly retracted it into the vat.

"Ah, this..."

On the other side, White Fan, seeing that things were not good, had already packed his bags. But now he was also touched by the vision above his head, standing blankly in place, just muttering to himself: "A little later, a little later, I would have taken the lead in tying her up and taking her out..."

"But, but who could have thought that the Yiqian Sect, the Yiqian Sect actually had such great luck, that even the stone horse in this town would come alive, carrying a god, to protect the lamp and blessing society?"

In that moment, led by the Dharma King on the altar, they were startled and terrified, full of excitement, and kowtowed remotely towards the shadow.

Even Old Abacus, squatting on the steps of the inn, was suddenly frightened by this power and almost fell to the ground.

The pipe in his mouth silently slipped: "Instantly slaying the eight decaying gods of the thatched altar, you this... you this..."

"...your baleful aura is heavier than I thought?"

And in these exclamations of joy, even the large tree that covered the entire courtyard in the main altar's house was trembling, its branches shaking, and the surrounding wind was scattered by the branches, as if an old voice was filled with joy:

"The stone horse has come alive..."

"Young Master, he... he has really returned..."

(End of this chapter) (3/3)