The yin qi is like a tide, if a yin qi flower is blooming on the sea. All the Bone Hounds slumped down, bowed their heads, and moved out of the way as if they were being directed.
In the next second, a puff of snow-white money paper raised the center of Yin Qi, followed by more and more, drifting away with the wind. And among the money paper, with the sound of a suona, a sharp and strange yet atmospheric music sounded, and dozens of paper people came out beating gongs and drums.
Right in the middle of Zhi Zha Ren, a big red sedan chair stood there nondescript. It is very old, and it is covered with traces of years. As if it had just been dug out of the dirt.
An old hand lifted the curtain, revealing blood-red eyes behind it. Through the afterglow of the sunshine, I can vaguely see the appearance of the people inside.
It was a bald old man.
Very old, but without a beard, only two snow-white eyebrows. His eyes were scarlet, he was wearing a dragon robe, and his skin was covered with age spots. He was clearly a living person, but he didn't feel the slightest vitality, as if he had just climbed out of a grave.
silence.
A few seconds later, the Yin soldiers in the direction of Busan gave way, and a group of two-meter-high skeleton horses jumped out. Song Wudi was wearing golden armor. Soul fire flashed in his eyes, staring at the old man opposite, before sighing for a long time: "It's you..."
"It's not easy to survive the Asura Dao."
"Yeah, it's not easy." The old man said hoarsely and laughed.
His smile was very strange, all the muscles on his face did not move, only the corners of his mouth raised mechanically, revealing a row of sharp teeth inside.
"I don't want to be your enemy." After sighing, the old man put down the curtain: "I'm looking for something, let me go there, and make sure that the Hanyang Underworld will not be touched."
"Go away." Emperor Wu of Song sneered: "The underworld of China is still there, how can it be your turn to come and go?"
"Cough cough..." The old man coughed violently from the sedan chair, and sighed softly: "Huaguo Difu is still there... Nearly a year ago, we did feel the fluctuations similar to the establishment of the Difu... Well, really good... So righteous and strict..."
boom! !
Before he could finish speaking, the Yin Qi was like a tsunami, suddenly setting off a height of 100 meters! Countless fires flew in the sky, and the endless ghost cry suddenly sounded, as if eighteen hells had opened up on the sea.
The old man's voice sounded like a viper in the air: "Then who sold us the existence of the new underworld, what qualifications do you have to question us?"
Emperor Wu of Song led the horse around and didn't say anything.
Swipe... In the 100-meter cloud, the twisted face of the old man gathered, and two blood-red ghost fires stared straight at each other. Its face was composed of countless Yin spirits. Twisted and growled. With the appearance of this illusory face, the yin qi brush brush brush... rows of blood-red lights suddenly lit up.
It was a string of red lanterns. At this moment, the sea seemed to have become the main road of Fengdu, and the wind was blowing, and the ghosts followed.
"We were not sure whether the new underworld was established." The illusory face laughed sharply: "But you told us. Why?"
"Because you want to be the opposite... Our goals are the same. We will never be a puppet of the underworld again. The world is so big, let me be free... How can you be so righteous and awe-inspiring?"
Song Wudi said lightly: "It's still a little different."
He gently raised the spear in his hand, and at the same time, thousands of Yin spirits behind him raised their long spears at the same time, and the spear array of the Yin soldiers pointed directly at the sedan chair: "I, ordered by the sky, with a longevity and longevity, should be the master of China. Any one of the twelve celestial beings is far from being a beast under the six realms—a being like you, who is cast aside by the people, can be compared."
"I'm against the underworld, I'm going to ruin the night, and I'll restore the Song Dynasty. How can you dare to compare with me!"
In the sedan chair, the corners of the old man's eyes shrank suddenly, and his hand gripping the armrest suddenly grew an inch long nail. The whites of his eyes suddenly turned pitch black, with only a white pupil the size of a pinpoint in the center. Yin Qi overflows in the seven orifices. Not humanoid at all.
The sharp teeth in his mouth were intertwined, and a black liquid was left behind, staining the old man's chest, but he didn't notice it.
That's corpse water.
After a person dies, bacteria and viruses multiply without the control of the body's defense system, and through dehydration, sugars and proteins form soluble compounds, thereby forming corpse water.
The corpse water made a Zira sound on his clothes, and it was obvious to the naked eye that his clothes were soaked in layers of corpse water. In the end... it actually dented!
At this moment, a pair of hands covered with blue and purple corpse spots quietly stretched out and tightened the clothes.
It was the hand of a child.
After a while, the old man took a deep breath and leaned on the soft seat, sneering: "What if I have to go there?"
"You can try it." Song Wudi also replied with a sneer, pointing his spear to the sky, and the next second, the sky-shattering war drum sounded, and the desolate horn resounded in every corner of the sea. Dong, dong, dong... The sea began to tremble, and then, the cavalry separated like Moses' water-dividing staff, and a forest of auras suddenly rose up behind them, and more than ten thousand Yin soldiers rushed out with deafening drums.
Also wearing ancient armor, but not a skeleton. A knife in one hand and a one-meter shield in the other. At the same time hit the sea.
boom!
Under the narrowed eyes of the old man, the sea was violently smashed by tens of thousands of yin soldiers with a huge wave of ten meters.
However, this is not the end.
Just behind the shield, thousands of bows and arrows were raised, and three rows of arrows arrayed behind the shield with soaring Yin Qi. spread hundreds of meters.
Brush... A bow arrow ignites a ghost fire, like a lonely star in a dead country. The yin qi in the whole body of the yin soldier was blown straight backwards, followed by the second, the third... 100, 1,000, 51,000!
Tens of thousands of ghost fires are neat and tidy, forming a matrix of ghost fires, encircling the waters of Busan with water!
"30,000 people... Hehehe... Liu Jinu, the top officials in the frontier can't exceed 5,000 soldiers, how dare you support the soldiers yourself?" The old man did not panic at all, but a shrill voice sounded: "I understand, what you mean Yes, no matter how you fight against the Twelve Heavenly Law, the body poison ambassador and the new underworld, whoever wins will be 'ordered by the sky, longevity and prosperous'. I can't do it?"
Liu Yu glanced at Yinfeng Hell indifferently: "Wrong."
"It's none of you!"
Dead silence.
Opposite the waters of Busan, the yin gas is getting stronger and stronger, and it has engulfed all the bone hounds, only the red light can be seen inside. Thirty thousand yin soldiers are lined up on the left, and they are ready to stand in an array.
Just a touch.
I don't know how long it took, and needles could be heard throughout the sea. Then I heard a cold snort: "Okay... I won't go this time, but, I have a question, and I ask Emperor Song Wu to tell the truth. Otherwise... "
The voice suddenly became sharp, like a three-year-old child, who should be childish, but with malicious intent: "Don't blame this official for not remembering the old feelings! No matter what, I am also the ruler of the government! You are just a judge! "
Song Wudi's face was unhappy: "Ask."
"Where is the book of life and death!!" The voice was sharp enough to tear the sky, with a kind of madness: "Tell me where the book of life and death is, and I will go immediately!"
"Heh..." Emperor Wu of Song led the horse, then laughed, laughing enough, squinting his eyes and looking at the center of Yin Qi: "Are you afraid?"
boom!
Before he finished speaking, the red light spots in the Yin Qi rapidly increased. If it was thousands before, then... now it is thousands! Tens of thousands! Even... 100,000!
Card... At the side of Emperor Wu of Song, all the archers tightened their bowstrings, the knight let out a roar, the yin was overflowing, the skeleton horse's head was lowered, the spear was on the side, ready to charge at all times.
Silent repression, yin qi kept surging, the next second, countless paper-tie people, tall hat, simple face, black clothes, holding a mourning stick, wrapped in the slightest yin qi, a goddess It flew out like scattered flowers!
"Zizzizi!!" Thousands of ghosts cried, the flames blazed into the sky, and there was an endless stream of paper stickers, and a number of almost 100,000 were formed around the yin qi!
Even Song Wudi's eyes paused.
"Yeah... I'm afraid..." In the dark cloud, it became the voice of the old man again, hoarse and resentful: "The thousands of years under the six realms, the endless torture... The hell that can't see the end... I am true I'm afraid... So, you tell me, how about we don't make the water from the well?"
Emperor Wu of Song smiled silently, looked up and said, "I don't know either."
He led the horse and walked to the army formation: "Maybe it was taken by the underworld agents of the new underworld? How would I know if I am not in the country? Why don't you... go and have a look?"
Crash... With his departure, the 30,000 Yin Soldiers faded away like a tide.
There was a dead silence on the sea, and after a few minutes, the Yin Qi on the other side shrank back strangely, as if a cave had opened out of sight and sucked them all away. In an instant, the sea was quiet.
"Sir." A few minutes later, a ghost in ancient Chinese literati clothes floated down beside Song Wudi: "He's gone."
Emperor Wudi of Song nodded, and the scholar said hoarsely: "Your Excellency is a good idea, but we don't know the details of the new underworld. But the Taoist master is definitely more concerned than us. They know very well that once the underworld is established, they are likely to be taken by them. Take it back to the Six Paths and suffer endless pain. Let them go and test first."
Emperor Wu of Song dragged his spear on the sea, looked up at the already dark sky, and muttered: "There was no book of life and death before, and the yin was not strong enough. If the new underworld hides itself, they can't find it at all. But now the book of life and death has returned. Damn, how majestic the Yin Qi of the New Underworld is. Even the blind can see it... If the New Underworld really got the book of life and death."
Even he didn't know what was going on in the Tsushima Strait. But... to be sure, the Book of Life and Death appeared and disappeared. No one knows... Is it still in this sea area, or someone took it away.
Or... by whom
"Sir, then... what about those people in the world?" The scribe Yin Ling asked respectfully.
A cold light flashed in Emperor Song Wu's eyes: "Dispose of it."
"Anyone who dares to covet the Tsushima Strait will be dealt with. Japan is also doing... things here, don't let third-party forces know."
"Yes!"
The army left, leaving only four corpses on the sea.
An albatross mark is engraved on the cuff buttons.