In the great river basin of the prehistoric east, deep underground under the Yan clan, the new underworld suddenly changed, affecting the radiation reality. On the Ziyanling Mountain, which became more and more majestic, a sinister wind suddenly rose.
On the Purple Jade Spiritual Cliff, which is full of Yang and vitality, suddenly there is a gathering of yin and darkness, and a dark sacred tree rises into the sky, breaking through the blockade of the Purple Jade Leaf Spiritual Root, covering the Spiritual Mountain, blocking out the sky and the sun.
On the jade cliff of Lingshan Mountain, a dark wind suddenly rose, dark clouds filled up, and dense black branches twisted and twisted in mid-air, gradually forming a huge mysterious portal shining with dark divine light.
The portal was pitch black, and there was a strange world hidden within it. There was an inexplicable aura coming out of it, spreading across the vast wilderness of the nine heavens, and faintly summoning all ghosts and undead souls.
In the surrounding area of millions of kilometers, there was a moment of silence. Affected by this, countless ghosts and ghosts turned around and looked up at the mysterious portal in the distance through their senses.
Then, ghosts roared in the sky, evil winds and resentments arose everywhere, and countless ghosts and monsters rushed towards the mysterious portal. Tens of thousands of ghosts turned towards the dark place, and a vast ghost tide took shape.
This land, which had just calmed down from the impact of natural disasters, was once again in turmoil. The sounds of ghosts crying and wolf howling came one after another, and the dark wind filled the sky with resentment and resentment.
Above the sky, the dark clouds that had just dispersed were once again shrouded in haze and ghost mist. Under the cover and erosion of the ghost mist and resentment, the silver-white moon disk was filled with the energy of dirt and blood, gradually becoming hazy and strange.
In the underworld, Yan couldn't help but feel nervous as he looked at the ghostly objects on the ground that were pouring towards the Yan family and Ziyan Lingshan like a tide.
Regarding the ghost tide, it is not that Yanhe Youyan has not experienced it.
More than two hundred years ago, Yan Zeng, with his mere Yin god cultivation, led the Youyan tribe, which had only a thousand members, to safely survive an attack by a wave of ghosts.
It stands to reason that after such an experience, coupled with the fact that the current strength of the Yan tribe is no longer comparable to that of Yan in the past, we really shouldn't worry about the mere ghost tide anymore.
But now, seeing the huge and boundless ghost tide rolling up from the ancient land, covering the sky and covering the earth, sweeping millions of kilometers in radius, no matter how confident Yan was, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
Looking at the mighty wind blowing up in the ancient Yang world, Yan looked cautious, his eyes paused slightly on the pen of the Samsara judge standing tall in the Yin world, and then looked at the palace of gods densely covered with stars on the Yin earth.
My heart couldn't help but move slightly, and an idea came to my mind.
With thoughts in mind, Yan couldn't help but turn his eyes and looked at the ancient land again. The tribes of the Yan clan were slightly confused due to the sudden wave of ghosts.
At this time, the Youyan clan, with the blessing of their ancestors and gods, had just survived the natural disaster. Before they had time to cheer, they were immediately greeted by a huge wave of ghosts. It is inevitable to feel panicked and overwhelmed.
Fortunately, after experiencing the natural disaster that seemed to destroy the world just now, everyone's endurance and adaptability have become much stronger, and order was restored after only a moment of chaos.
However, people's faces were not pretty, and the panic in their eyes could not be concealed.
After all, large-scale disasters have occurred one after another, and it is inevitable to think too much. Some people even thought that the tribe had been cursed and had been abandoned by the gods of heaven and earth.
However, under such circumstances, the power of belief in the incense offered by the Yan clan became more intense and pious, and the sound of prayers and sacrifices was even louder than before.
"People fear authority and respect virtue. Humanity and faith are formed by gathering the incense and faith of all living beings. The way of faith lies in authority and virtue. It is indeed good."
Seeing Yan's situation on the ground, Yan thought of some legends from his previous life, and a flash of enlightenment flashed in his heart, and he couldn't help but murmur.
At this time, he was a little more sure of what he had just thought, and his confidence in Yan's ability to survive this huge ghost disaster was a little stronger.
Thinking in his heart, Yan gently landed in front of the reincarnation judge's pen, stretched out his hand to touch it, and with a thought, this innate spiritual treasure that suppressed the underworld and stood tall on the sky and the earth suddenly shrank with a roar.
Looking at the innate spiritual treasure with a white pole and black blade in his hand, which was no different from an ordinary judge's pen, a joyful feeling of connectedness came to his heart, making Yan Xin unusually transparent and joyful.
Speaking of which, although he had already experienced the power of the Samsara Judge's Pen before, this was the first time he had taken a closer look at this innate spiritual treasure after it had matured and been refined.
At this time, upon closer inspection, I found that this innate spiritual treasure, white jade, was used as a pole, containing vitality and righteousness; pure yin and death energy turned into a pen, which was surrounded by cause and effect and destiny. Between each other, there is no separation between life and death, yin and yang absorb each other, restrain each other, and the yin virtue is dark and yellow.
When you start with Lingbao, you will have righteousness accompanying you, Yin virtues and black and yellow will accompany you, evil spirits will be warded off, your mind will be pure and peaceful, your cause and effect will be controlled, and your luck will be prosperous.
It is accompanied by the merits of the Yin world, inherits the fate of heaven and earth, and is born innately. It has the ability to understand Yin and Yang, determine Yin virtue and life span, judge life and death, and distinguish Yin and Yang.
By witnessing it with the heart, one can understand the secret laws of life and death of yin and yang, and then gain insight into the great secret of yin and yang's life and death, and understand the true principles of the cycle of life and death.
What's more, if you use the spiritual treasure to visit the Tao, you can also see the mystery of cause and effect, and then pry into the mystery of the fate of the Tao, and understand the cause and effect of all living beings.
Yan holds the pen of the judge of reincarnation, his eyes are slightly closed, his mind is clear, his mind is connected, his mind is peaceful, his soul is clear, his heart is happy, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
In this way, the spirit treasure and the person are perfectly harmonious, as if they are one body. When the mind moves, the will follows, and the innate spiritual light suddenly surges on the pen of the Samsara Judge.
Yan's eyes suddenly opened, and he shouted softly: "The magic pen has a spirit, and the divine light differentiates it. Zha!"
Following Yan's roar, the innate aura on the Samsara Judge's pen suddenly differentiated, and hundreds of auras scattered in all directions, falling into the starry palace of the gods in the underworld.
In various divine courts, as the innate spiritual light falls, the golden divine light surges, and along with the sacred prayers, people of faith in humane incense flock in.
Immediately, a black and white magic pen was quickly formed in the divine court with the innate aura as the core, the golden divine light as the skeleton, and the boundless humanistic faith as the raw material.
On the body of the pen, yin and yang are mixed, life and death are prepared, fate follows each other, cause and effect are connected, merits and virtues are faint, incense lingers in people's wishes, divine power is manifested, and divine light is blazing.
At first glance, it is even more dazzling than the innate spiritual treasure in Yan's hand - the Samsara Judge's Pen. But in fact, this is just a clone of the Samsara Judge Pen.
However, although these magical pens are only clones of the Samsara Judge's Pen, they can also exert considerable power in the hands of their respective gods because of their inherent aura and the blessing of divine power and incense.
Yan looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and waved lightly, these magic pens flashed and suddenly disappeared into the underworld divine court.
Following the mysterious connection, when he reappeared, he was already in the hands of the ghosts and gods of various ancestral temples in the prehistoric world.
At the same time, along with the magic pen was an oracle calling for forgiveness.
