Including Qiu Ping, the expressions of all the gods changed drastically.
Wherever he saw it, densely packed resentful ghosts were shuttled through the space, attacking them crazily. Without the support of [Jiangshan Kanyutu], none of them would be able to survive.
"Spread out!" the head of the Yin and Yang Department roared, and the fifty Yin and Yang soldiers and a thousand shrimp soldiers and generals who followed him quickly changed their formations and no longer gathered in one place.
Facing an almost endless number of resentful ghosts, they had no way to resist at the moment. This was the only way to reduce casualties as much as possible.
If they still get together, it only takes a dozen resentful ghosts to form a formation to kill them all!
It's not just them. The entire incense pillar has gathered the power of gods from more than a hundred counties. However, the number of gods is more than 2,000. Together with Yin and sailors, there can be hundreds of thousands.
But these 100,000 troops are far less than the number of these resentful ghosts, and the individual strength is even more different.
It's not that the power of Shinto is inferior to that of Abi Hell, because this is meant to train soldiers and let the grassroots gods get some exercise, so as not to embarrass these gods if something happens in the future.
If we really want to encircle and suppress these resentful ghosts, the gods sent by Shinto will at least be gods of level seven or above.
"Which powerful being took action? Such behavior is too despicable." The director of the Department of Yin and Yang raised his head and looked at the sky. The giant pillar of incense and the world barrier of Abi Hell were still colliding, and ripples rippled out.
There are unspoken rules in this world, and all forces are tacitly aware of it. High-level combat forces generally will not try to kill other people's grassroots forces, otherwise everything will be completely chaotic.
Moreover, the value of these people and the giant incense pillar may not be very high.
Obviously, there may be a deeper conspiracy involved, and these people are just cannon fodder or... bait.
"Whoosh."
The old turtle in Chenjiaping shrank his head, completely hid in the turtle shell, and rolled out.
The other gods also used their magical powers to dodge the attacks of the endless resentment ghost. Now they only have one life, and no one wants to die here for no reason.
The shrew got up out of nowhere and ran faster than anyone else.
"Snapped."
But not everyone has great life-saving abilities. In almost an instant, three gods were beaten to a pulp and never resurrected.
Among them was the Daping Mountain Spring God whom Qiu Ping was familiar with.
The other party was originally a koi that became a spirit. Although his roots were not as deep as Qiu Ping's, he had an auspicious spirit.
A few days ago, in autumn, many literati held a spring poetry meeting next to the spring in Daping Mountain, making this spring god famous. It is rumored that within the next few years, the City God will upgrade him to a higher rank and help him become an eighth-rank god.
But now, he died here.
But Qiu Ping had no time to sigh, because he couldn't protect himself either.
More and more resentful ghosts gathered next to the giant incense pillar, making the space for him to dodge increasingly limited.
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At the moment when [Jiangshan Kanyu Map] lost contact with the gods, all the city gods in the entire world felt it in an instant.
This treasure is under the joint control of all the City Gods. As soon as they took a breath, they knew what was happening.
Through this treasure, their sight spanned infinite space and saw the scene outside Abi Hell.
Outside the world, a stone tower with a square and wide base and a whole body like a masonry tower stood above the hell, firmly blocking the space in front of it.
The octagonal corners of the stone tower are decorated with ghostly treasures such as skulls, bone swords, and bone bowls. Black energy is constantly emanating outwards, and the evil atmosphere is strong.
Many city gods saw this stone tower, but they couldn't tell what it was.
I can only recognize that this is the style of the pagoda, but it is a Buddhist treasure, so it should not be so evil.
"Quickly report to the Imperial Capital and Fengchan Mountain, something big has happened!" No matter what the origin of this pagoda is, the treasure that can seal off the first level of hell is not something that city gods like them can solve, not even the fifth-grade city god.
The trapped god must be rescued by the "Ming Ling King" who is in charge of the imperial capital.
They sent messages quickly, anxious.
"Buddha Pagoda... Pagoda Pagoda, huh, there is a Buddhist figure in the Netherworld, and other forces may not have the courage to imitate this thing... I have long heard that the underworld is going to be unrest, but I didn't expect it to come so fast." Changning County City God sat down. In the temple, it is like a clay sculpture, only its eyes occasionally blink.
He has a powerful clan behind him and knows far more information than ordinary gods.
In this world, there are not many people who have the courage to challenge Shinto, or... very few.
"To report to the City God, the monks from Luohan Zen Temple have come to pay their respects." A small official from the Reporting Department came in and spoke in a low voice, interrupting the City God's thoughts.
"Luohan Chanyuan... no need to meet, by the way... let them give me some peace of mind."
The city god was feeling annoyed at the moment and waved his hand to let the young official leave.
Not long after, the [Jiangshan Kanyu Map] that was originally suspended above the City God's Temple suddenly shrank out of thin air. If you stood outside this world, you could see a middle-aged man in a bright yellow robe reaching out and lifting it. He picked up the treasure that covered the entire Yangjian Shinto system and turned it into a scroll in his hands.
The city god of Changning County quickly bowed. To be precise, all the city gods in the world bowed.
Because this middle-aged man is the first city god in the world, the first-class city god in the world - Chengtian Jianguo Simin Shengfu Mingling King.
King Mingling took one step and came beyond the realm of life and death.
In front of him was the Abi Hell, the deepest part of the vast and endless netherworld.
He held the scroll in hand and waved it forward. In an instant, this hell shook. The world barrier that was originally suppressed by the pagoda shook wildly, and cracks like snakes appeared.
"King Mingling, you are the god of the world, but you also want to interfere with my affairs in the underworld?" I saw countless black ghosts pouring out of the cracks.
These little ghosts quickly closed up and turned into an evil ghost with disheveled hair and a bulging head that was hundreds of feet tall.
However, King Mingling noticed at a glance that the other party was wearing a crown shaped like a prayer flag, and his eyes couldn't help but become a little colder.
"boom."
He waved his hand casually, and the evil ghost exploded in an instant, and was then included in his map.
"King Mingling, you are just a few thousand little gods, a few months of incense and some miscellaneous soldiers. After the death of those gods, they will become the ghost officials of my Abi Hell. It may not be a good thing for them. You should go and think about it. You know, if you really break up with us, we will cut off the communication between your world and the underworld!"
In the pagoda, a deep voice came over.
