"what happened!"
The old turtles and giant clams in the water mansion were crawling on the ground, and there was a terrible oppressive force from the sky, which almost turned his Shinto water mansion into ashes.
This is the anger of the Lei tribe generals, and everyone in the world is afraid of it.
"Did Changyang Lord fail to ascend to heaven? Otherwise, why would these Thunder Gods be so angry?" The giant clam's face changed and he speculated in his heart.
Fuhe Shuibo shivered, his whole body stuck to the bottom of the water.
Although Fuhe is within his scope, he is not qualified to observe the death ceremony of Lord Changyang.
Everyone in the world who is qualified to watch the ceremony is now in Fengchan Mountain or the Imperial Capital.
So he doesn't know what's going on yet.
"Let's give it up for today. Your Majesty will return to your throne another day." After a while, a thunderous voice echoed through Fuhe, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed.
"Can anyone fail in this ascension?"
The giant clam looked puzzled. He himself supported the new sect of the gods, and he hoped that Lord Changyang would ascend to heaven, so that he could share the credit. This was so good, so why did an accident happen?
The so-called spirit ascends to heaven and returns to its throne, which means giving up the human body and spiritually returning to the authority of Shinto.
Generally speaking, their ascension ceremony involves choosing violent death.
Such as falling into the water, falling off a cliff, or being attacked by thieves.
Only in this way can it become tragic and spread easily among the human world.
That's right, these great gods choose these miserable-looking ways to die, but in the final analysis they are still competing for incense in the world.
Just like a great talent, you die without a cure, which is a completely different concept from falling into the water or dying in depression due to persecution. The latter is more legendary.
And legendaryness is exactly what the gods pursue.
However, no matter how the storm broke out in Shinto, the little loach at the center of the storm was completely unaware of it.
He was immersed in the joy of filling up his progress bar.
Yes, his progress bar was not only filled up, it even felt like it was overflowing.
"It's better to help humans. A word of thanks has actually increased my merits so much. No wonder the monsters say humans are treasures." Qiu Ping looked at the golden thread on his back with delight and took photos of the ancient well again and again.
"Heaven...Heaven, I, Hu Hansan, am back again. I just don't know if I am still in the pond after traveling this time. I hope I am still in the same place, otherwise I will easily be killed if I encounter someone with a bad temper."
Qiu Ping muttered in his heart, and at the same time, he focused his attention on the golden thread behind his back and dived forward suddenly.
The void around him became thicker, and his whole fish seemed to be plunged into some kind of paste.
The golden light behind it became more and more brilliant, which also caused Qiu Ping to leave golden afterimages in the process of drilling holes in the void.
"Buzz."
After reaching a limit, his body suddenly disappeared.
…
"I, Hu Hansan..."
Qiu Ping felt the familiar falling feeling and felt very happy in his heart.
"Hey, wait, something seems wrong!"
Qiu Ping looked down and saw that what was beneath him was not the white clouds he had imagined, but an endless wave.
The rolling turbid waves were surging, and countless sallow and skinny ghosts were floating and struggling in it. The astonishing resentment soared into the sky, making the sky gloomy as if water was about to drip.
Directly below Qiuping is an isolated island.
To be precise, it is more like a broken obelisk inserted diagonally into the sea.
Just because it is so huge, from Qiu Ping's perspective, it looks like an island.
"ah……"
Qiu Ping screamed and hit the obelisk straight away, with a "pop" sound and blood all over his body.
"what sound?"
On the waves around the obelisk, there were a dozen ships rising and falling, one of which was shaped like a paper boat, with a woman who looked like a god of war standing on the boat.
"There seems to be something abnormal in Huangquan Terrace. The surrounding formations are shrinking rapidly."
Everyone soon discovered the anomaly. There was a layer of almost invisible power outside the obelisk, making it inaccessible to outsiders. But in just a few breaths, this power shrank by one-tenth.
The contraction speed was more than ten times faster than before.
"It seems that Huangquan Terrace is about to be born. I am sure to win this time." The woman who looked like a god of war exuded an icy aura. Her face was shrouded in a layer of silver light, and a strong aura of lead and mercury erupted.
Huangquan Terrace is a treasure of the Yin Division. If her family wants to open up a world in the Yin Division, it will definitely need this thing.
but……
Her eyes swept over the rest of the people, all of whom had the same thoughts as hers.
Humph, they're just local chickens and tile dogs.
Everyone outside the obelisk was anxious, and at the same time they were secretly on guard.
And Qiu Ping inside the obelisk didn't feel so good either.
He had crossed twice before, once hitting the white clouds and once hitting the water, and each had a buffer.
But this time, it hit a rock.
Still very hard.
He twisted his body with difficulty, and a curved trail of blood appeared on the ground, with some remaining scales on it.
Qiu Ping quickly took out the fish food from the scale space and swallowed it in big gulps.
The fish food was worthy of being produced by heaven. The medicinal power and incense power inside quickly melted, and his broken body was quickly repaired.
But what he didn't notice was that the blood under him was much lighter, as if it had penetrated into the stone.
After eating two fish food, Qiu Ping felt that his health was almost better, and he had the energy to start looking at his surroundings.
This seemed to be an isolated island, surrounded by the endless sea of yellow springs. The sight of those wronged souls and resentful ghosts made Qiu Ping's scalp numb.
It's like he is an aquatic creature in Fuhe River, but if you ask him to go swimming in Fukushima, he will be scared.
"Loss of blood, why did we end up in such a poor place during this time travel?"
Within the range visible to the naked eye, Qiu Ping could not see any animals or plants, nor could he see any valuable items.
We can't let him swim into the water. What's the difference between that and courting death?
Although the status of the underworld is not as noble as that of heaven, the danger is much greater.
Qiu Ping was bored, waiting for time to run out so that he could return to the ancient well.
However, at this time, he unexpectedly discovered that there seemed to be some words carved on the stone, but the words were too big. At first, he thought they were traces left by wind and rain.
Following the gestures, he identified the characters bit by bit.
"Here we go...quan...tai...recruit the old troops..."
After waiting for a long time, he finally recognized what was written on it.
"Flags...one hundred thousand...kill Yama!"
He finished reading word by word, and suddenly there was a strong smell of blood. The obelisk here seemed to drag people into the battlefield, with iron horses and swords clanging.
Lines of black energy condensed and clung to his body, turning into a layer of pitch-black scales.
His perspective became higher and higher, and after a few breaths, he transformed into a tall black-armored knight, with a horse under his crotch with spiritual flames under his feet and eyes spitting out fire.
