On the wheel of fortune, the third pattern appeared. It was an existence like a god and a demon, sitting cross-legged, with eyes closed, like an old monk in meditation, or like a demon god sleeping.
When the pattern was fully revealed, a huge prison king's light and shadow also appeared in front of Zhou Wen, and Zhou Wen had teleported above the locomotive.
The light and shadow of Prison King Zun, who was like a god, devil and giant, slapped down with a slap, and landed on the front of the ghost train.
The speed of the ghost train that was running at high speed unexpectedly slowed down. Prison Wangzun blocked the locomotive with both hands, but his body was pushed back quickly by the terrifying force. His hands that were in contact with the locomotive were also being burned and swallowed by the weird blue flame .
Seeing that Prison King Zun's power was effective on the locomotive, Zhou Wen was a little happy in his heart.
After all, Prison King Zun is still at the mythical level, and he was able to slow down the ghost train in the case of a frontal collision. It has already shown that the power of Prison King Zun has a strong restraint effect on the ghost train. The ghost train was devoured.
Feeling the message from Prison King Zun, Zhou Wen seemed to realize something in his heart.
After a hundred years of practice, Xiao Prajna has been pushed to the extreme of mythology by Zhou Wen, and Prison King Zun is already at the pinnacle of mythology, but for some reason, they have never been able to go further.
Now that Prison King Zun was fighting against the fear-level ghost train, he made Zhou Wen understand the root cause.
Prison King Zun was not able to go further, not because Zhou Wen's realm was not enough, but because his body had limitations when he was trapped.
At this time, Zhou Wen had already vaguely guessed that he might really have only been trapped for five years, not hundreds of years.
Because his state has been improving, but the vitality formula in his body has not kept up with the improvement of the state, it is probably because the time of the body and the time of the mind are not synchronized.
In other words, Zhou Wen only felt that he had experienced a hundred years, but his body had only experienced five years.
"What exactly did the teacher do? Or was it originally the power of Fangzhang Mountain? The teacher just used the power of Fangzhang Mountain?" Zhou Wen didn't have the time to think about that now.
Prison King Zun was pushed back quickly by the train, and his body was constantly burned by the blue ghost fire.
However, the speed of the ghost train was much slower because of this, so that the disciples of Ertian Feitianliu could retreat to the side in time, and only the train pushed Prison King Zun forward.
Prison King Zun seemed to be a machine without any emotions. He faithfully transmitted everything he had endured to Zhou Wen's brain, making Zhou Wen's feelings more and more intense.
"Then let's try it out." Zhou Wen's eyes narrowed, and the small Prajna Sutra began to flow quickly in his body, and the pattern of Prison King Zun on the Wheel of Fortune also ignited an invisible karmic fire at the same time.
After the two days Feixianliu's disciples escaped, they were all watching the battle between the ghost train and Prison King Zun.
They could all see that Prison King Zun was obviously a soul of fate, and Zhou Wen didn't have the aura of dimensional creatures or guardians on him. He should be just a human being.
But pure human beings can actually compete with the ghost train, which is really unbelievable.
After all, both Qi Yazheng and Motoma Sakura are myth-level powerhouses, and Qi Yazheng is even called a half-step fear. Even he can hardly compete with the ghost train. A pure human being, just using his own soul, can actually Temporarily warding off a ghost train, even for a short time, is shocking enough.
But at this moment, they couldn't care less about thinking too much. Seeing that Prison King Zun was being pushed by the ghost train, he had already crashed into the mountain behind, and Prison King Zun's body was completely wrapped in blue ghost flames. The flames flew even further down, and the blue ghost flames rose and exploded, completely devouring Prison King Zun's body and the mountain behind him.
Everyone thought that Prison King Zun was finished, but only Zhou Wen's eyes shone with brilliance, and the pattern of Prison King Zun on the natal chart also shone brightly.
When the disciples of Ertian Feixianliu were retreating, they suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.
After the ghost train hit the mountain, it actually stopped there. It didn't break the mountain, nor could it pass through the mountain.
Its wheels were still turning, its siren was still sounding, but it didn't move on.
The mountain in front of it was still surrounded by raging ghostly flames, and Zhou Wen was suspended above the mountain.
Click! Click!
A strange sound came from the peak wrapped in ghostly flames, like something cracked, or crackling of firecrackers.
Suddenly, the blue flame faded quickly, rather than fading, it was more like being swallowed, but no one could see what swallowed the ghost flame.
As the ghost flame subsided, the mountain peak wrapped in flames was gradually revealed. In front of the mountain peak, there was the Prison King Zun who they thought had been destroyed.
It's just that the current Prison King Zun may no longer be called Prison King Zun.
His body is like a Buddha sitting cross-legged, but he has four arms, each arm has a different posture, holds different handprints, and the four faces are also different.
The face directly in front of him was neither happy nor sad, heartless or worry-free, like a machine without any emotion.
On the other hand, the face on the left is smiling, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.
The face on the right is completely opposite, with blood and tears in the corners of the eyes, and a look of pity and sadness.
The face behind him, I couldn't see what it looked like, but I just had a faint feeling that the eyes on that face seemed to be peeping at the common people.
No one can see the face behind him, because behind him, there is a hell-like black hole opening, like a round of black Buddha light floating behind him.
The inside of the black hole is full of strange lights, and there are faint sounds of crying and howling ghosts. Although there is nothing to see, it makes people feel boundless fear.
And the ghost train, at this time, no longer moved forward, not only did not move forward, but also wanted to retreat.
Its wheels reversed and its whistle blew, but its body did not move back. Not only did it not move back, it was pulled by a strange force, and it kept approaching Prison King Zun.
Prison Wangzun's eyes were slightly closed, and one of his palms was slowly photographed.
The ghost train spewed out ghost flames frantically, trying to stop the coming big hand, but before the ghost flame touched the big hand, it was swallowed by the invisible karmic fire.
Boom!
The terrifying ghost train was shattered by a big palm, and turned into flowing flames flying all over the sky, but when those flowing flames were still in the air, they were swallowed by invisible karmic fire.
And the people who were swallowed by the ghost train before also fell out, and then fell out, and there was a bright green crystal.
All the disciples of Feixianliu in Ertian stared blankly at Prison King Zun and Zhou Wen floating above Prison King Zun's head. They seemed to understand why Qi Yazheng, whom they regarded as a god, respected Zhou Wen so much.
"The human body is promoted to the myth... Is he really human..." Motoma Sakura looked at Zhou Wen with a complicated expression, and muttered to herself