Guishan Mountain is a rugged and strange mountain, stretching for nearly a hundred miles from north to south, with twists and turns, scattered valleys, and occasional cliffs between the ridges, which are far apart.
After everyone discussed it, they decided to continue moving along the Tongtian River in the direction of Ghost Mountain.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and everything is dark, gray, and cold. The strong wind blows from the pass of the Dahe Mountain, whining and roaring, and the waves of the forest burst into bursts; the Tongtian River rolls and flows a few feet away, desolate and tragic, like the sound of the White Emperor's Xun.
A few miles ahead, the melancholy horn sounded again. At the same time, the Tongtian River surged, the water rose into the sky, and countless white skeleton zombies crawled out from the ground and the river.
The zombies in the river stood dripping wet, most of them dragging a corpse on their claws. The whites of their eyes rolled, and they opened their mouths and roared loudly. The zombies crawling out of the ground were dragging bones or animal corpses, and they also made low and terrifying screams. Wailing, he walked mechanically towards the direction where the horn sound came from, one step higher and one lower step.
As if smelling the breath of a stranger, the water ghost zombie approaching Song Xing paused for a moment and turned around.
Song Xing whispered a spell, and the magic power in his body was circulating. An invisible air shield was generated from his body, and then expanded to cover Bai Di and others, cutting off all their breath.
The zombie suddenly lost the aura of Song Xing and others, roared a few times, and walked staggeringly towards the ghost mountain.
Bai Di looked a little surprised when he saw those zombies ignoring him and others, "What kind of witchcraft is this? It can cut off all vitality?"
He is proficient in the witchcraft of the Jin clan, and although he has not dabbled in the witchcraft of the other four clans, he also has some understanding of it.
When the five races perform witchcraft, they all need to rely on the power of thought in the body to perform all kinds of incredible witchcraft.
When Song Xing performed the spell just now, Bai Di did not sense any changes in the true energy and telepathy in his body. The protective air shield did not seem to be connected with the telepathy in Song Xing's body, but was integrated with the heaven and earth. Isolated from everyone's breath.
This novel way of casting spells made Bai Di's eyes light up, and he felt like he was seeing a new world.
Song Xing smiled slightly and said: "This is not the witchcraft among the five tribes. It is my own creation. I call it Taoism."
Bai Di was puzzled and said: "Taoist magic? It turns out that this little friend created his own magic. No wonder I have never seen such a novel witchcraft. This magic seems to be able to not only draw on its own strength, but also the heaven and earth. If it is a little friend, If you can perfect this technique, you may not be able to open up a new witch lineage in addition to the tens of thousands of years of witch family inheritance."
Song Xing smiled and nodded, but did not explain too much about the origin of Taoism.
The sound of the horn was getting closer and closer, and the shrill and strange sound penetrated into the ears like a cold poisonous snake. My heart felt itchy and cold, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
The cold wind was blowing, and the mountains were filled with the wails and low roars of zombies and ghosts, rising and falling, echoing continuously, like cold waves, surging and attacking one after another.
Chi You and Tuoba Ye looked up and saw countless dark shadows densely gathering on the east and west sides of the Guishan Mountains, on the vast forest sea and grassland, like the ocean tide rolling forward. They were full of zombie skeletons, at least tens of thousands of them.
Although the two of them have always been bold, seeing such a spectacular and eerie scene, they couldn't help but feel chilled in their hearts.
"With so many corpses, is there really a ghost realm under the ghost mountain?"
There has always been talk of reincarnation and the underworld in the Great Wilderness, but no one has ever seen it. Seeing tens of thousands of ghosts in this ghost mountain, Chi You couldn't help but wonder whether he and others were no longer in the Great Wilderness, but had come to the ghost world of the underworld.
"Then what does the demon want to do by collecting so many zombie bone ghosts? Is it to form an army and attack the wilderness?" Tuoba Ye's face changed slightly and he guessed.
The further forward they go, the zombie skeletons are so densely packed that it becomes difficult to move forward.
Chi You simply summoned the Sun Crow, and several people rode the Sun Crow, past the corpses, and flew towards the depths of the Ghost Mountain.
The wind was roaring, and there was a cliff ahead. Under the cliff was a huge ravine, surrounded by the peaks of Ghost Mountain. The cliffs are cut with knives and axes, and there is no way to climb. The cold air is intertwined with the shrill horn, rushing straight up from the bottom of the dark mountain ravine.
Chi You carefully controlled the Sun Crow to land in the direction of the horn sound. With the protection of Song Xing's Taoism, the people in the valley did not notice the extra people above their heads.
The mist in the mountain ravine, surrounded by cliffs, is as eerie as ghosts and ghosts. The roars of thousands of zombies are surging in the ravine, making it even more eerie and terrifying.
The waterfall hangs upside down on the east side of the ravine, and there is a sudden cliff directly in front of it, like a wolf's fang crossing the sky.
There were two men in black standing on the top of the cliff. One was wearing the head of a wild cow, and the other was wearing the head of a North Sea unicorn. Their eyes were shining with green light, and they were fierce and ferocious.
The tauren held his head high and blew a huge silver horn, and it was he who made the shrill horn sound like a ghost crying.
And the horse-faced man held a huge bloody flag in his right hand, curling and dancing in the strong wind. The four characters "Youtian Ghost Emperor" were embroidered on the flag!
The ghosts in the mountain ravine were crying loudly. Countless zombies and ghosts poured in from the mountain passes on the east and west sides, forming a neat square formation. They advanced one after another like a tide. According to the dispatch and command of the horse-faced human blood banner flag, they moved in an orderly manner. The earth twists and turns.
Song Xing and Bai Di looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Bai Emperor was surprised that Youtian Ghost Emperor had so many ghost soldiers and that these ghost soldiers were trained like an army.
What surprised Song Xing was, "Did there actually exist bull heads and horse faces in the Great Wilderness era?"
The bull-headed horse face is the messenger of the ghost town Fengdu. The first history book to record the bull-headed horse face is the "Tiecheng Mud Plow Sutra" of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. When Abang was a human, he was unfilial to his parents. After his death, he was transformed into a bull-headed person in the underworld. He was responsible for patrolling, searching and escaping. The prisoner of sinners.
This is the origin of the bull head in the Buddhist scriptures. It was not until the Tang Dynasty that the horse-headed Rakshasa was completed. Since then, the theory of bull head and horse face has been born.
"The Surangama Sutra" states that "the deceased's spiritual consciousness saw a large iron city, fire snakes and fire dogs, tigers, wolves and lions, bull-headed jailers, and horse-faced Rakshasas, armed with spears and spears, driving into the city toward the Infinite Hell."
Although Bai Emperor, Chi You and others had heard of ghost world legends, they were only limited to rumors. Only Song Xing knew that in this era of wilderness, bull heads and horse faces should not appear at all.
Where did the Nether Sky Ghost Emperor learn about the bull-headed horse face and create this Netherworld Ghost City under the ghost mountain?
Bai Di looked at the countless ghost soldiers below and murmured to himself: "On July 15th, the gate of ghosts opens wide. Are these ghosts really traveling from the ghost world to the human world?"
Even though he was the White Emperor of the Jin clan and firmly believed in the theory of reincarnation, this was the first time he had seen so many ghosts gathered in one place.
Could it be that after death, people always go to the ghost world and reincarnate through this place?
Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at Song Xing, wanting to see how the messenger of the God Emperor would face these thousands of ghosts.
Song Xing's mind scanned the bull-headed and horse-faced masks below, and he found that the two of them were just wearing masks with bull-headed and horse-faced faces. Their heartbeats were normal, their blood flow, infuriating energy, etc. were no different from those of living people, and there was no trace of divine power in their bodies. He suddenly understood.
"It's just a trick to pretend to be a ghost. With Bai Emperor here, the ghosts will naturally run away. Let's attack directly!"
With the Nine Death Jingling Armor around, Song Xing really didn't pay attention to the countless ghost soldiers below. Looking at the stiffness of the ghost soldiers below, nine out of ten are zombie puppets controlled by Gu insects. The level of danger is not even as dangerous as before. His exploration experience in Shennongjia.
What really interested him was who was the master of the ghost world, the Ghost Emperor Youtian, under the ghost mountain?
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, stood up and jumped off Sun Crow's back, falling downwards.
As soon as he left the shield that concealed his aura, the bull-headed horse-faced man on the mountain suddenly reacted, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a sinister smile: "Who dares to trespass into the underworld of Huangquan!"
Niu Tou moved his arms, and a black light drew a faint arc in the air. The air wave was like a knife, dancing angrily through the air, and struck Song Xing head-on. It turned out to be a black ice iron chain dozens of feet long. Each link The edges of the iron chains were as sharp as knives and sparkled with cold light.
At the same time, thousands of corpse ghosts turned around one after another, like a surging wave, roaring in a deep voice, ready to pounce. (End of chapter)
