Zhongshan blessed land.
The top of the mountains.
This was a large-scale sacrificial ceremony, with howling winds and flags blowing; cauldrons of incense and candles, burning fiercely, and fireworks filling the sky; three animals and six animals, spiritual fruits and fairy wine, enshrined on the high platform.
There are also shaman priests, dancing wildly around the bonfire day and night; there are Butian disciples, showing grotesque monster bodies, twisting their bodies crazily to the beat of drums.
But above the high platform, Yinglong Longjun had already revealed his true form.
In the clouds and mist, a dragon body of unknown length was constantly rolling and swimming. The white scales were only occasionally revealed, and shimmered with cold metallic light. It had a pair of wings, like dark clouds covering the sky, casting shadows.
There was also a continuous roar of dragons, which turned into layers of sound waves and spread throughout the four ends of the world.
That's right, if you listen carefully to the dragon's chant, although you don't understand it, there is always a sense of sadness filling your heart. It's a bit like the sad music played by the suona and erhu when a relative is buried.
In addition, the sound of the dragon's roar, the shamanic dance, and even the incense and candle fireworks all carry an unconcealable sense of weakness.
It seemed like it had been going on for a long, long time, and there was a sense of exhaustion from the inside out, just a mechanical dance.
This is also true. The whole ceremony started from setting up the altar, and it has been going on for six months now!
That’s a full six months!
Day after day and night after night, even a group of monsters with amazing physiques were exhausted to death.
Especially those Wu Zhu, they are basically old and miserable guys.
But they just didn't dare to stop. They were so exhausted that they didn't dare to stop. They didn't even look at the one in the sky. Their voices were almost hoarse from shouting, so they didn't even stop either? !
At this moment, Ying Long in the sky was also turning his body slightly, and his eyes were fixed on one place.
There, the flow of time seems to have slowed down a bit, and Zhulong Longjun has already revealed his figure.
His movements did not stop at all, and the sound of the dragon's roar was still loud and clear. With only distraction, a sound had already reached the ears of Zhulong Longjun.
"I'm going to stop here, you're here, tell me quickly, what did the ancestor say?
Is there something wrong with this ceremony? Is there something wrong with the ceremony? Didn't the news get to the Lord of Taishan Palace? "
The distance between Zhulonglongjun and Zhulonglong was quite far, at least, he did not dare to set foot within the range of the sacrifice.
But when Ying Long's voice reached his ears, his expression turned serious and he said, "I've checked it three times. There can be no mistakes."
Ying Long was a little anxious: "Of course what we prepared is correct, and that's not what I meant.
Zhulong, don’t play tricks on me, do you understand what I mean? "
Zhulong chuckled: "Of course I understand. Didn't you just say that the ancestor is old and confused? The sacrificial method he taught is wrong?"
Ying Long quickly distanced himself from the relationship: "Ahem, this is what you said, not me. I will never admit it in front of my ancestor."
"This is not what I said, but what the ancestor said himself.
The ancestor also said that although he is a little older, he is still not old enough to remember things clearly. You little bastards don't do things carefully, and you still dare to arrange him, don't you?
Is your skin thick again and you want to be beaten? "
Zhulong imitated it perfectly, but at the end, he said again: "It's not easy for you to host the ceremony here, but do you think it will be easier for me to be scolded by my ancestors over there?
In a very short period of time, three large formations were used to contact each other, but the damage to the Taiyin Star was not small, and the ancestors were already very unhappy. "
Ying Long couldn't help roaring: "Then tell me why? How can a ceremony last for six months?
It’s been more than one hundred and eighty days. Do you know how I lived my life? Why don't you come and yell at me for not taking a break for the first half of the year and get a feel for it?
If I hadn't known that existences at the level of my ancestors were indeed immortal in a certain sense, I would have doubted that the Lord of Taishan Prefecture would have ceased to exist? "
"Ahem, don't say this nonsense!"
Lord Zhulong immediately interrupted, and then said, "Well, our ancestors gave us an explanation as to why the ritual didn't work."
"Hmm, tell me quickly?"
"What our ancestors mean is that the ceremony has failed, your summons has reached the ears of Taishan Mansion, or that..."
"What is that?"
"That old man sleeps more peacefully and doesn't listen to thunder or rain outside, so he ignored us."
As soon as this reason came out, Yinglong Longjun's movements were deformed, and his singing voice paused for a moment, as if he couldn't accept it.
It wasn't until a long, long time that Ying Long's voice came again: "Then, what should we do now?"
"The meaning of our ancestors has to be exhausted again and again. So, please sing louder!"
"..."
At this moment, Yinglong was ready to die.
After a while, Zhulong looked sympathetic, but ran away unfaithfully.
Only Yinglong was left, shouting a continuous dragon roar at the top of his lungs, and his voice became more and more sad and moving, as if he was about to cry.
…
at the same time,
Under the netherworld, at the end of the Santu River, is the deepest part of Wusheng City.
It was an endless open space, filled with countless black mist. The terrifying behemoth just turned over, and the stirring black mist set off a huge storm.
The outline of a human figure could be vaguely seen, waving its big hands covering the sky, slapping its ears again and again, as if to drive something away.
It's a pity that the buzzing sound like mosquitoes is continuous, disturbing people's sleep, and extremely annoying.
But seeing that driving them away was ineffective, the huge creature turned over and ignored it.
…
Hades, deep.
South of Santu River, thousands of miles away.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The shouts of killing rise and fall like waves all over the sky, and countless ghosts and ghosts are fighting to the death on the vast expanse of the land.
On one side of the battle are the disorderly resentful ghosts.
They all look strange, some are several feet tall, and are covered with heads. Their chirping screams can turn into sound waves, causing the surrounding ghosts to roll on the ground and howl miserably.
Some have tentacles all over their bodies, rolling around like balls at extremely fast speeds.
Wherever he passed, no matter whether it was his own side or the enemy, he was swallowed into his belly, and his size became larger and larger.
Some are full of muscles, with three heads and eighteen hands, each holding a weapon. They rotate like a tornado, sweeping away everything.
Others were covered with eyes, and in the blink of an eye, ghost rays shot in all directions, exploding everything they passed.
Of course, most of them are normal.
There are humanoid ones, including jackals, tigers, and leopards, and at most they have horns, wings, extra arms and legs, or a trailing tail.
Their combat power is very average. Although their methods are a bit weird, they are at least within the range that they can handle.
But from time to time, when they are fighting, they will howl and turn into strange shapes. They also have all kinds of weird abilities, which are hard to guard against.
Their opponents, however, were quite regular ghost troops. Although they were also made up of jackals, tigers and leopards, they were all wearing the same clothes.
Some have the word "pawn" written on them, and they are ghost soldiers; some have the word "general" written on them, and they are ghost generals.
They seemed to be much more orderly, and most of them were well-trained. They were led by ghost generals. They ranged from dozens to hundreds to groups of three to five, and were distributed throughout the battlefield, fighting endlessly.
However, in terms of quantity, they are much less.
If the enemy hadn't been too chaotic and most of the time killed even their own people, they would have been unable to hold it on long ago.
But even so, as time goes by, the balance of the war has begun to tilt towards the disorderly ghost army.
Until a certain moment, the whine of a horn resounded through the sky. In the darkness, a thick fog seemed to roll in, and terrifying figures descended from the sky.
Some of them rode war horses and swung their axes, creating hundreds of feet of ghost fire.
Some showed ghost bodies of tens of feet, with hundreds of arms attacking in turn, and they directly hit the muscular ghost with ten arms.
Some figures passed by, disappeared and reappeared, advancing like a flash. Wherever they passed, all incoming enemies were killed.
And the most powerful one is undoubtedly the leader.
He maintained his human form without any change, but he was surrounded by thousands of sword energies. When he cut through the air, only the sound of "chichichichichi" was heard.
Wherever the sword energy passed, all incoming enemies were shattered into pieces, no matter whether they were ghosts, ghosts, or deformed ghost kings, or even the ghosts and immortals who commanded the battlefield.
It was a terrifying resentful ghost with three heads, shaped like a vicious dog, and several hundred feet long.
When roaring, it can spit out tornadoes and flames that sweep across the battlefield, and when its head opens its mouth, it can swallow a void.
No matter how much the enemy exists, once it enters his mouth, it never comes out.
But the person who came didn't care. He just entered with boundless sword energy. Then, after a pause of only three seconds, the space was shattered, the vicious dog's head was shattered, and his body was shattered.
However, after killing the biggest boss, he seemed to have lost his nature. Instead, with a roll of sword energy, he returned to the mist like a tired bird returning to the forest.
Following his movements, the mist rolled up, revealing the outline of a giant beast entrenched on the ground.
It is a city and a palace, saying: Puming Palace!
It is the Ten Palaces of Yama, the place where King Chu Jiang is commanding.
On the city wall, stood a king, wearing a black robe and a crown of twelve rows of beads, looking at the battlefield in the distance, his temperament was calm and intimidating.
The visitor landed on the city wall, and had already restrained his sword energy. He stepped forward like an old mortal, walked closer, exhaled and said: "There is no suspense in this battle."
King Chu Jiang, also known as Madman Ning, tilted his head slightly, but his expression was not very happy: "Old friend, don't you think that the number of these resentful ghosts is increasing, and the number of attacks is becoming more and more frequent?"
"Here, it's just a few more swords. I really didn't pay much attention to them."
The old master tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about it, and then asked: "Is it the same in other places?"
King Chu Jiang: "It will only be more chaotic than ours. After all, they don't have a sword madman to help suppress it."
"But why?"
"There is news from the Yangjian. If it is correct, the Demon Lord was killed again and came to this Netherworld.
Only that One can make these rootless and resentful ghosts riot. "
The old master seemed a little strange and asked: "I remember there is another person above you, but he really doesn't care about doing anything?"
"You mean Mr. Taishan Mansion?"
King Chu Jiang seemed to be in a trance and paused for a moment before saying: "Although this man built the underworld of the underworld, opened up the Santu River, built the City of Fushun, and even established the order of the ten palaces of Yama, it can be said that he is a ghost. Trailblazer.
But besides that, he is famous for being a hands-off shopkeeper!
Otherwise, why do you think I dare to steal the power and position of the 'King of Chujiang' so unscrupulously?
It's not because he ignored me and I just grabbed it.
You may not believe it, but even if I became the 'King of Chujiang', in charge of the Puming Palace, and accounted for one-tenth of the underworld, I still haven't seen that person.
He doesn't care at all who is the Yama of the Ten Halls. "
The old master couldn't help frowning and asked: "If this is the case, then who should deal with this demon lord?"
"Old friend, you haven't figured out how to play in this Netherland Land! As for the Demon Lord, whoever likes to stand out can be the one to stand out. As long as you don't bump into me, it doesn't matter."
King Chu Jiang waved his hand, but changed the subject again, looking at his old friend with burning eyes: "I am not telling you this to ask you to compete with the demon lord.
In fact, as long as the demon lord is there, it is possible for this netherworld to become completely chaotic.
And when it is messy, it is easier for us to do things! "
The old master looked sideways: "What are you going to do?"
King Chu Jiang laughed: "It's not what I want to do, but what you want to do, my old friend.
Just like that mortal dynasty, if you want to fish in troubled waters, you have to be completely in chaos to have a chance.
Only if there is complete chaos, brother, can I think of a way to secure your position in the Tenth Palace of Yama! "
The old master couldn't help but frown: "You know, I actually don't like to be the King of Hell!"
"No, no, old friend, you have to understand that when practicing in the Netherworld, you can only make further progress if you occupy that position.
This is an opportunity that only comes once in a thousand years. You have to seize it and I will help you. Don’t worry, don’t worry! "
…
The city died in vain.
When there is a problem with the operation of the Netherworld, the City of Death becomes less lively than usual.
It's not that there are no ghosts floating down the Santu River, but the number is much less.
As a result, even the Minotaur Horse Noodles working here seemed a little more relaxed. Although the entire team looked quite long, it seemed a bit swaying and careless.
And in the distance, in the sky.
A 'ghost' dressed as a handsome monk stood in the gloomy black mist, with a pair of dark eyes staring at the city of futile death, with an inexplicable meaning at the corner of his mouth.
To be honest, Heavenly Court's unconventional play really caught him off guard, and the strength of the patrolling immortal official was indeed beyond his expectation.
However, death is death, it doesn't matter, anyway, he has already arranged the matters in the underworld, and it will take some time to ferment.
And this matter in the underworld should be resolved.
For example, this city of futile death is the most critical place for the ghost army's transshipment in the Tianwaitian battlefield. This time, we have to find a way to defeat it.
Therefore, the fall of this world must start from this netherworld.
And the fall of the Netherworld must start from this city of futile death!
It's a little late, but yesterday's message is still there...
