The Gate of Ghosts, which exists in the depths of the Nine Netherworld and represents the boundary between life and death to some extent, actually appears in the Yang world!
Since then, the thick fog that has never been able to dissipate has been explained. The fog is not man-made, but the natural cohesion of the laws of heaven and earth.
Because the underworld and the blue sky do not meet each other. When the gate of hell appears in the human world, it must be covered up.
The wandering spirits who gathered here, far more than the number of living people in Xiaolin Town, suddenly had a reason for their appearance. The wandering soul moves closer to the gate of hell. This is an instinct that has nothing to do with sanity. The wandering souls in the entire Maple Forest City are probably gathered here. And it is foreseeable that as long as this ghost gate still exists, the wandering souls gathered will only become more and more powerful!
But why did the Hell Gate appear here?
Wei Yan almost did not hesitate. After understanding the meaning of the three words "Guimenguan", he took out a bright red incense stick with an ancient style from his arms and handed it to Zhao Lang, "Quick!"
——Of course he carries flint with him, and he is no stranger to the art of fire. But after all, it is not as fast as Zhao Lang.
Having worked with Wei Yan for many years, it goes without saying that they have a tacit understanding. While the bright red incense was handed over, Zhao Lang had already rubbed it with his fingers, and a cluster of flames jumped up on the incense, and burned up the small incense in a very short time.
It was only then that he said with an ugly face: "You only have this red letter on your body."
Zhuang Guojun's incense is divided into three types: black, red and yellow. They can only be owned by people with a certain status. They are rare strategic items. Once the black letter was burned, the whole country fought to the death, and there were only a few people in the whole country who were qualified to burn the black letter.
When the yellow letter is burned, it means that the person who burned the letter is in dire straits.
The red letter between the two represents the danger of destroying the city and losing the land!
Once the red letter is burned, the entire Maple Forest City will be shaken, and it will even alarm Wei Quji.
Now that both the city guards and the Criminal Investigation Department in Maplewood City have been restrained, Wei Quji is sitting in the city lord's palace, and his whole body can be affected by a single move. Is it worth Wei Quji's personal visit to Xiaolin Town, a town where no enemies other than wandering souls have appeared so far? In other words, once Wei Yan makes a mistake in judgment, what problems will occur in Maplewood City due to Wei Quji's dispatch? Can he bear this responsibility?
But there is no need to think about these questions, in front of those three words.
Because... that is the gate of hell.
Appearing in countless legends, it is vaguely the epitome of the mythical age.
In fact, when the shadow of the red letter suddenly ignited in front of him, Wei Quji, the majestic lord of the city, stood up without hesitation!
He rushed high into the sky, his whole body wrapped in a hurricane, and roared towards Xiaolin Town.
Almost at the same time, Dong A, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes. No matter when, there must be a strong man of this level in Maplewood City. Now that Wei Quji has gone, he cannot leave again.
Others did not move, but the majestic voice had already come out of the room, "Instruct all the disciples who can be notified, no matter what tasks they are performing or what they are practicing, to stop immediately and return to Maplewood City!"
It is true that the Taoist Academy cultivates Zhuang Guo's hope, and there is a long growth process before that. But when the country is in danger, everyone must fight for it.
Song Qifang, the current vice-president of the Taoist temple, was sitting cross-legged in front of an alchemy furnace, waving a cattail leaf fan in his hand and taking care of the heat. A very low sigh, "Old."
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In Xiaolin Town, Wei Yan did not pause after lighting the red letter. Instead, he immediately slashed with his long sword. The sharp sword light almost cut through the air, and then dissipated on the archway.
Yes, it just disappeared without a trace.
The same is true for the next attack. Whether it is fire or strong wind, any Taoist magic that hits it will be useless. Ling He even threw his sword over, but it also disappeared without a trace.
It's like it doesn't exist, not only does it not exist, but everything that touches it doesn't exist either.
Huang Azhan stood in front of the gate of hell and hesitated for a long time. He had a very persistent confidence in his boy's urine, but after seeing that Linghe's sword also disappeared, he chose to give up with great regret.
"This vortex...should be connected to the Netherworld. With so many people here who died in vain...all our attacks fell in the Netherworld, not in the present world." Wang Changxiang frowned and analyzed: "The ones who appeared in front of us This, this should be the reflection of the ghost gate, and even the reflection has not condensed."
Not condensed?
Jiang Wang had seen the fonts on the plaque in Taixu Illusion, and knew that they were Taoist texts, words that expounded the laws of heaven and earth. He had been thinking about what the ghost gate that appeared in Xiaolin Town represented. It was not until he heard Wang Changxiang's analysis that he was shocked.
So, when will the real reflection of the gate of hell be condensed, and in what way? And what will it ultimately bring to this place?
People soon had answers.
It is the countless wandering souls that permeate Xiaolin Town, killing and eradicating them all the way. But at this moment, they came in droves and gathered in the center.
The group of people couldn't care about anything else. They can only repeat their old tricks. After retreating for a certain distance, they draw a circle with the fire technique and everyone can defend themselves.
If someone could penetrate the fog and look down from the sky, he would be able to see countless wandering souls rushing over under the attraction of some kind of force, and the mighty river of wandering souls, rushing like hundreds of rivers into the sea!
The disciples from Maple City Taoist Academy, as well as Wei Yan and Zhao Lang, were like bitter rocks washed away by the river.
Can't move, can't resist, and don't know the end!
"The wandering souls from the entire Maple Forest City are attracted here. Maybe they are going to die here?" Wang Changxiang smiled bitterly.
These wandering souls are not powerful at first, and they could come and go freely in the formation before. But the premise is that those wandering souls only wander around mindlessly and instinctively attack when strangers approach. Now these wandering souls are gathering in one place, but they happen to be blocking the way.
There are so many, almost endless!
At least in Wang Changxiang's barely blown vision, they didn't see the end of the wandering soul.
What they don't know is that if this place had previously only gathered the wandering souls of the dead in Xiaolin Town over the years, it also attracted scattered souls from further away. Now the wandering souls from the entire Maple Grove City are gathering here. At speeds far beyond what they could achieve on their own.
The dense lines of wandering souls cutting through the sky. A cobweb-like scene in the spiritual vision of the entire Maple Grove City area moved countless powerful people.
"No." Wei Yan's voice was a little cold, and so was his heart, "The city lord will be here soon."
No one knew how much he didn't want to light the red letter, and didn't want that person to see him looking weak and asking for help. But he can't. Facing a legendary existence like the Gate of Hell, he could not risk the safety of the entire Maplewood City for his own self-esteem.
Jiang Wang also watched the wandering souls who rushed around the "rock" and roared towards the gate of hell, only to be absorbed and digested in an instant. His mood was complicated and indescribable.
These wandering souls are probably not sane. So there was no struggling, no howling, and there seemed to be no regrets, no pain.
But they were all once living people. They are all the souls of the living who should be resting in peace!
Among them, there may be someone who has passed by him, or someone he has known, or his neighbor, his grandparents, or his father.
He opened his eyes wide and looked for his father who was dying of illness among these dense wandering souls. The man who is not tall but has been supporting his sky.
Those wandering souls disappeared in a flash, passing by like lightning and flint, in all directions. He only stared in the direction Fengxi Town was coming from. His eyes were red but he couldn't see it at all.
Having lived alone all this time, he didn't want to show vulnerability. Later, when he brought An An to life, he had to be strong as an older brother. He almost never said it, but really, I miss him so much!
Jiang Wang wanted to take another look at him, but he was so afraid of seeing him.
I'm so afraid of being helpless in front of the gate of hell.
Suddenly, it seemed that a certain critical point had been reached, and the mighty river of wandering souls was instantly emptied by some kind of power. And the shadow of the ghost gate above the whirlpool is extremely clear and specific.
In the next moment, Wei Quji, the lord of Maplewood City, was wrapped in a hurricane and fell from the sky. But the shadow at the gate of hell also disappeared in a flash!
Jiang Wang vaguely seemed to feel a wisp of breeze blowing against his cheek, but after a flash of consciousness, everything in front of him changed.
The huge whirlpool disappeared, and the fog that gathered in Xiaolin Town immediately dispersed.
Everything has dissipated, the underworld and the blue sky have disappeared!
