There was chaos inside and outside the palace. People were often running in groups, and fighting could be seen everywhere.
Groups of witches and priests gathered together to fight against evil spirits. The witches stimulated their magical powers and relied on their own divine and demonic blood to slay the evil spirits.
The princes and dukes who fled separately, and the shaman priests they brought with them, also used their own methods to tear a path through the overwhelming cover of ghosts. However, at this moment, the entire Xundu city had turned into a den of ghosts. No one could leave here until the formation was resolved.
The streets were completely transformed into a world of ghosts, and the living were trembling in fear.
The witch altar outside became the center of the storm. Everyone was avoiding this place. Thousands of evil spirits were rampant. The most powerful witch and groups of strange monks were also fighting nearby.
Qingyang, Jia Yi, Che Shao and others threw out paper talismans one after another as if they were free. The talismans turned into flames and kept cutting and tearing the evil spirits around them, but they were just ordinary evil spirits.
Some powerful evil spirits and ghosts are the incarnations of shamans and wizards after their death. Each of them is extremely powerful. Over the years, most of the shamans and wizards who died in battle or in accidents were buried in Xundu.
At this moment, all of them crawled out, carrying with them the souls of those who had been detained, buried, and sacrificed throughout the years. The number of them was far beyond their imagination.
The magic weapon in his hand was waved, and the talisman glowed, illuminating the dark place.
That is the only hope and light that the common people and mortals of Xundu can see.
Many monks and witches fought back and forth with some powerful evil spirits. The black ghost energy filled the entire Xun, and the sky was dark. Gray smoke was floating in the air, just like ashes after a burning city.
At the same time, they were also paying attention to the conversation and fight between the Great Shaman Qingyun and King Huan. Seeing King Huan suppressing Qingyun little by little, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, what no one expected was that the underworld that should not have been opened was opened at this moment.
The familiar and heavy sound of the door to the underworld being knocked open was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's soul.
The darkness spread from under their feet, causing millions of people in Xundu to stop at the same time.
Standing on the ground, everyone felt as if they were on the edge of an abyss. It seemed that if they moved at all, they would fall into the horrible and dark underworld, the place of reincarnation.
"The underworld?"
"The gate to the underworld has opened!"
"Everyone, don't move! Don't move!" An old witch priest who had participated in the battle of Xuanyuan Kingdom roared loudly.
"Is it because a ghost came into the world? Or..." Qingyang looked at the dark abyss under his feet, and looked at Jia Yi dully. He found that the other party had also thought of something, and his face turned pale at this moment.
“Did He notice this?”
The two seemed to see again the Book of Life and Death that was as heavy as a mountain. When the pen fell to decide life and death, the ancestor god of the Xuanyuan Kingdom, who was like a god or demon, splattered blood in the sky.
Some of the surviving elders, shaman priests, sorcerers and officials who had participated in the war with Xuanyuan Kingdom recalled the horrific scene again in an instant.
Then I saw bright lights appearing under the earth, as if at this moment, the earth had turned into darkness and the sky was filled with stars.
"What is that?"
"What?"
One after another, stars shook and shot out, rushing out from under the earth with brilliant light, flying into the sky and sliding into the distance.
One after another, one after another, it seems like there is no end in sight.
The people of Xundu stood on the ground, watching the brilliant rays of light from Xunlan rushing up to the sky. Millions of them bloomed at the same time, just like dazzling fireworks.
The scene is so beautiful that it makes people dizzy and so shocking that it makes people fall in love with it.
One after another, violent beams of light shot up from the depths of the earth, with Xundu as the center, dispersing the dark clouds in the sky.
The sun breaks through the dark clouds and shines on the earth, destroying all evil spirits.
Stars rose from the ground and continued to scatter across the mountains and seas. Immediately, someone wanted to stop the stars from rushing into the sky, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. They were instantly defeated by the light of the stars, their bodies shattered, and their souls scattered.
No one who does not have the qualification of destiny can stop the divine decree from the underworld that rushes out from the netherworld.
This scene frightened everyone so much that they immediately stopped what they were doing, and Xundu stood there in a daze, not moving a muscle.
“Appoint the Human King Huanhua as the Emperor of Longqiu!”
A faint whisper came from the darkness, exploding in the Xundu like thunder.
That voice seemed to carry the power to control life and death, making no one able to resist. It was as if the words came true and the heaven and earth responded to them.
A beam of light shot up into the sky, and a star fell from the sky, leaving a beautiful trail, dragging a long trajectory, and fell into the body of King Huan who was standing on the altar of the witch god.
In an instant, endless light was seen blooming from his body, and the old King Huan, who was holding on to his last breath, slowly closed his eyes.
Then, a figure like a god or a demon walked out from his originally decayed and old body.
He was dressed in the majestic imperial robe, with a dragon crown on his head. His face was as white as jade and his eyes were like stars. Everything looked as if he had just stepped into the world of mountains and seas.
Huan Wanghua seemed to have returned to the days of the unrivaled young Xun King in an instant. The aura of a king swept through like the sun, his eyes were filled with majestic authority, and the power and momentum emanating from his body overwhelmed the entire Xun Capital.
From the darkness, eight mysterious dragon horses with flames burning on their bodies emerged, carrying a bronze chariot.
King Huan Hua, wearing the emperor's robe, stood on the bronze chariot. His eyes swept across the entire Xundu, and a drastic change took place in his whole body.
Everyone in Xundu looked at King Huan in disbelief, not knowing what had happened to him.
Only those who come from the real world can roughly understand what happened.
"Be deified after death!" Qingyang looked at King Huan with trembling body. Envy, jealousy and disbelief could be seen in his eyes.
"Becoming a god! It turns out that it is true that emperors are deified after their death!" Jia Yi was almost roaring with jealousy, but he was more concerned about the divine position that King Huan had obtained.
"Emperor Longqiu! What's the connection with Longqiu Mountain?"
The eight dragon horses neighed and rushed off into the distance with their bodies in flames. Their flaming hooves stomped on the ground, and a huge fire started on the entire road. However, the fire did not ignite any mortal object. Even the living people felt a warmth, as if their souls had become clearer.
Thousands of evil spirits that were originally suppressed under the earth appeared together, and at this moment they turned into ghost soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, kneeling on both sides of the bronze chariot.
Millions of ghost soldiers and generals followed Emperor Longqiu and rushed out along the spacious avenue of Xundu. In the end, they pulled a suppressed prisoner with a cage and iron chains.
Numerous ghost shadows and dead souls passed through the people of Xundu on the streets and stepped onto the tall city walls of Xundu. The mighty army of ghost soldiers followed their emperor and rushed into the distance.
A dark gate opened up under the earth, and eight dragon horses pulled a bronze chariot, driven by Emperor Longqiu, and broke into it.
The army of ghosts also rushed in. With the final swing of the prison van and the clanking of chains, all the evil ghosts and demons disappeared from the world.
"After I leave, the throne will be passed to Chongbai!"
Deep in the earth, in the dark place.
The army of ghost soldiers traveled through the dark land of the underworld. The emperor's bronze chariot pulled by the dragon colt went away, and the fighting spirits and dead generals who were inspired from far away also gathered together.
These dead fighting spirits who had been sleeping and refusing to enter reincarnation finally followed their emperor and entered a new chapter together.
As you travel along the way, you can hear the roars of millions of fighting spirits, the neighing of wild beasts, and the whistling of war horses and chariots.
Blood-red Dahuan flags were raised, and thousands of troops followed the emperor's carriage and rushed towards the distant Dragon Hill.
When they arrived at Longqiu, the souls of the warriors who had died in the first war between Xuanyuan and Xun crawled out one by one from death, and came thousands of miles away to greet their emperor.
The vast army of ghost soldiers gathered together and rushed into Dragon Hill.
Deep in the underworld, a huge city looms at the bottom of Dragon Hill.
As the evil spirit and fighting spirit retreated, the deathly aura that shrouded the entire Dragon Hill slowly receded, all things revived, and the world returned to spring.
A huge dragon vein coiled up above the Dragon Hill, and the original Dragon Hill Mountain began to rise inch by inch.