Soul lamps are flickering, thousands of households are closed, and a hundred ghosts are walking around in the city of Fengdu on the day of the Ghost Festival. However, it is different from the secluded and quiet past years, and Fengdu at this time is in a mess.
Since the day when Qi Mengsheng became mad, there has been no peace in the world of cultivating immortals in Kyushu. The flames of war have finally reached the homes of ordinary people.
Xie Bian and Fan Wuzhen went through a hundred moves, and it was hard to tell the winner. Fan Wuzhen lost his patience, activated the soul card to control a large number of ghosts, and in an instant, dozens of monks were on their bodies. With the barrier of living people, the ghosts' fear of Wuwubi would be much weakened. They turned their weapons and attacked Xiebian.
Everyone was shocked, shocked that the spiritual power of the Demon Lord's reincarnation was so profound that he could control so many ghosts at the same time. Recalling what he said before, he must have planned to use the ghost to control the living, and with the blessing of the Shanhe Sheji Map, it may not be difficult to invade the netherworld and regain the secret talisman.
Jie Bian didn't want to hurt anyone, so he tied his hands and feet and was forced to dodge constantly. He quickly walked among the monks, and drove out the evil spirits in their bodies one by one with infinite blue.
Fan Wuxi shot out his hand, and then squeezed a thunderbolt to hit the barrier. There was a spiritual vibration in the air, like ripples in water, and finally disappeared. The ghost world turned into bursts of earthquakes.
Every time the enchantment is turbulent, evil spirits take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the human world, a large number of ghosts have to go all over the city to hunt them down, and the guards of the underworld are constantly weakened.
Jie Bi'an is very anxious, if this continues, even the guards at the Yin-Yang Monument will not be enough, if the Yin-Yang Monument falls, anyone can enter Jiuyou freely!
Suddenly, the ground trembled again, this time it was different, the soles of the feet trembled for a long time, and even seemed to become more violent.
At first they thought it was Fan Wuzhen who was attacking the barrier, but when the earthquake gradually became so strong that these monks with extremely stable feet staggered, they finally realized that something was wrong.
The surrounding Yin Qi became more and more dense. This place is obviously the world of the sun, but it seems that there is no room for living people. The cold Yin Qi permeates the air, and even the body with spiritual power can feel suffocating discomfort. It felt like being thrown into the pile of thousands of corpses!
"Yes, there is something."
"A ghost! It must be a ghost!"
Xie Bian's scalp was numb, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He held his sword so tightly that it hurt so much. That's right, it's a ghost. Such a strong Yin Qi proves that there is more than one. And such a strong shock was obviously not caused by the fluctuation of the enchantment, but really came from the trembling of the ground under his feet, probably from... Luofeng Mountain.
Where are the fierce ghosts in Luofeng Mountain? The answer is — hell.
Jie Bian's pupils constricted suddenly, and fear wrapped around his ankles like vines, and then climbed up, covering his whole body in an instant. Junlan sword slashed out the majesty of the seventh heaven, forcing all the enemies in front of him to retreat, and he ran to the Yin-Yang Monument: "Yeyou! Lord Cuifu!"
As soon as Xie Bian rushed past the Yin-Yang Monument, he was hit by a huge wave of Yin Qi. The extreme and deep resentment made Xie Bian's heart and lungs swell unbearably, and his limbs became numb.
What kind of ghost can express such resentment! Xie Bian has received countless souls, even the monks who have been dug out of the alchemy have never had such deep resentment.
Accompanied by crying and howling sounds from far and near, gloomy, sharp, and stern, it seems that they have endured infinite injustices in the world and been sentenced to death by thousands of knives.
A pale shadow floated towards him at high speed, before Xie Bi'an had time to see what it was, Unlimited Bi unleashed a forceful blow accompanied by spiritual pressure. Before settling down, he left a rotten, distorted, bloody face in his pupils, and was repulsed by Infinity Bi before he really touched him.
Miserable howls came from the deepest part of the nether world, more and more, getting closer, accompanied by the tsunami-like yin energy, Xie Bian watched countless ghosts pass through the barrier, Climbed to the world.
He took a deep breath, looking at this irreversible scene, even his fingertips felt chills.
Jiang Qulian opened the gate of hell and released the most powerful, evil, and most resentful ghost in the Netherworld!
They guessed that Jiang Qulian would attack on the day of the Ghost Festival, but they still underestimated his madness. Hell is an important place of the Underworld, so it is naturally guarded by heavy soldiers this time, and there is an enchantment that even the ghost emperors of the five directions cannot easily shake. However, Jiang Qulian has been in prison for a hundred years, and it is obvious that he does not know the secret passage under the Red Palace The only loophole, for his own selfishness, he actually released the monsters imprisoned in the depths of hell.
These fierce ghosts were all treacherous and evil people in their lifetime. They suffered from the death penalty in hell, and their grievances were as great as mountains and seas. .
Cui Jue and Ye You came running from the depths of Jiuyou with panic on their faces, they noticed Jiang Qulian's movements, but it was already too late.
Xie Bian's face was paper-like, and his dark pupils concealed deep despair: "Mr. Cui, I'm going to collect the ghosts. You go and ask the Wufang Ghost Emperor to come out of the mountain."
Cui Jue shook his head: "Early before the Ghost Festival, I invited the Ghost Emperor, and they refused to interfere in the 'underworld's internal affairs'."
"The ghost king in red has released the ghosts from hell. This is not the internal affairs of the underworld. This is a catastrophe that threatens the safety of both human and ghost worlds!" Xie Bian roared.
"You still don't understand." Cui Jue looked at him solemnly, "The power of the ghost emperors of the five directions was originally in the territory of Jiuyou Wanli, but the existence of Hades took away their power to reward and punish human souls. They have no other purpose except to guard the ghost people in the territory under their jurisdiction, and they don't care how many people are killed or injured. If the emperor hadn't left the pass a hundred years ago and ordered them to jointly resist the demon king, they would be more happy to see more people die."
Xie Bian said angrily, "I understand, maybe Jiang Qulian's actions are just in line with their intentions."
Ye You looked at the ghosts crawling toward the human world, and said sadly, "If only the Heavenly Master was here."
Xie Bian felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes gradually turned red.
Cui Jue gritted his teeth and said, "I will never let Jiuyou fall, I will go to Yan Luodian to dispatch more secret agents."
"Yeyou, protect Lord Cui." Xie Bian pursed his lips, "I can hold on for now."
"Impermanence..."
Xie Bian took out the map of mountains, rivers and land from the Qiankun bag: "Mr. Cuifu, this is the treasure of my famous Zong family. I didn't dare to try it before because I was afraid that I would not be able to control it, but I want to try it."
Cui Jue nodded solemnly: "Bian, Wan Jia be careful."
Xie Bian passed through the Yin-Yang Monument again and returned to the human world. The screams of ghosts, the screams of living people, the collision of weapons, the flashing of magic talismans, and the fighting between humans and ghosts in Fengdu City, corpses were everywhere, and flames shot into the sky. Perhaps from the moment the Yin-Yang Monument was opened, hell had already been connected to the human world.
Fan Wuxi stands alone on the eaves, a full moon hangs alone in the sky, his figure is superimposed in front of him, black death surrounds his outline, like a painting of the contradiction between divinity and demonity, in a piece of In the chaos, he was the only silent black.
He looked at Xie Bian condescendingly: "Give me the map of the country, and I wish you to recover your soul."
Xie Bian stretched out his slender fingers, and the map of mountains, rivers and society floated in his palm, and slowly, slowly unfolded its picture scroll.
Fan Wuxi's pupils shrank suddenly.
Xie Bian took a deep breath, pouring strong spiritual power into the map of the country, his chest rose and fell violently, and he saw the landforms of Fengdu City emerge one by one on the blank roll.
Fan Wuxi showed a meaningful smile: "As expected of my big brother, I'll see how long you can last."
"My clan's most precious treasure should be controlled by me." Xie Bian noticed that his spiritual power poured into Shejitu like a bankrupt bank. No, it should be said that this ancient divine treasure was madly absorbing his spiritual power. With scarlet eyes and blue veins appearing on his forehead, he yelled, "The First Ancestor of the Universe, open the sky with one painting—"
This majestic and turbulent spiritual power made everyone look sideways at it, and at the same time looked around vigilantly, in preparation for the arrival of great changes.
The picture scroll only trembled slightly, and the city-state landscape of Fengdu City did not change significantly, but all the soul-inducing lamps in the city suddenly rose out of thin air, like countless fireflies fluttering their wings at the same time, shining blood-red light, Little by little, it forms a vast galaxy, this bloody and cruel beauty must be seen only in this life.
Fan Wuxi looked at Xie Bian in surprise, vaguely guessing what he was going to do.
Xie Bian knew that he could not control the Sheji map for too long, and the more complicated the use, the faster his spiritual power would be exhausted, so he wanted to achieve his goal with the least loss.
Tens of thousands of soul-inducing lamps gathered in the sky, reflecting the entire Fengdu city scarlet and beautifully, the moonlight was completely eclipsed, and the darkness also retreated. The ferocious horror on their faces complemented each other, and for a while, it was indistinguishable from ghost to human.
Xie Bian's gaze was like a torch, and he silently recited the spell.
Countless soul lamps began to gather towards the center, collided with each other, and melted. Amidst the endless cracking sound, a violent and dazzling red light burst out suddenly. The demon light made people turn their heads and close their eyes. When they opened their eyes again , everything in sight turned red for a moment, and above the night sky, a huge soul-inducing lamp hung alone, with corpse oil boiling like a sea, a wick of cow blood as thick as a thousand-year-old tree, and a blazing fire , Can compete with the sky and the moon.
Xie Bian put away the map of mountains and rivers, and shouted in a loud voice: "Yellow Spring Road, led by the lamp of the soul, thousands of ghosts and gods, splitting mountains and seas, rushing like a law—"
The huge soul-attracting lamp flashed red, and all the ghosts, no matter they were ordinary human souls, fierce ghosts, or ghosts, raised their heads as if they were listening to the hadith, and stared at the sky. Here comes the calling.
A soul-attracting lamp can only attract lonely souls with a chance, but when countless lights are fused together, it will produce a power that is irresistible to all ghosts.
Jie Bian controls the soul lamp, and the soul lamp leads all the ghosts to retreat slowly to the nether world.