Xiaobai shook his body, ran to Su Ming happily, and rubbed against him. His eyes were full of joy. Due to the limitation of bloodline, even if it reached the realm of Nascent Soul, it could not He couldn't refine the crossbones to speak human words, but his spiritual intelligence was not low.
Su Ming touched its head. The soft hair was smooth and shiny, and it felt great. "You can speak after you refine the power accumulated in your body. Don't worry."
"Ouch!" Xiaobai nodded, lying on the top of the cloud and snuggling up to Su Ming's side.
In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Feng Wuya returned to the base of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan and took away most of the resources and potential clan members.
After he left, the members of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan also dispersed and no longer stationed here.
Not long after, the clouds shook and roared, and with a high-pitched voice, Feng Wuya led his tribe to Su Ming.
As soon as he arrived here, he transformed into a human form and bowed to Su Ming, "Master, this is an outstandingly talented descendant of my Golden-winged Dapeng clan. Do you want to take a look at it?"
Behind him, several hundred-foot-sized golden-winged Dapeng with Jueyun Qi, carrying the blue sky, were extremely handsome, with their wings spread out for thousands of miles, and their demonic aura was majestic. Many of them had already achieved Nascent Soul cultivation.
Seeing them, Su Ming nodded secretly and said in a deep voice, "No need, just pass the Heart Buddha Sutra to them. When they complete it, we will return to the Great Zhou Imperial Capital together."
"yes."
Afterwards, Feng Wuya taught the scriptures of the Heart Buddha Sutra to the golden-winged rocs.
At the same time, Feng Wuya also noticed Xiaobai next to Su Ming. With his spiritual cultivation, he could naturally see how powerful the bloodline in Xiaobai's body was. Furthermore, this white tiger had an extremely large amount of energy and blood hidden in its body. If it can be completely refined, it will be enough to push it to the realm of Nascent Soul Dzogchen.
"Master, the bloodline of this white tiger seems to be a little different from that of ordinary white tigers." Looking at the dragon whiskers on Xiao Bai's lips and the dragon scales on the lower abdomen, Feng Wuya said in surprise.
"The Sword Comes"
A slight smile appeared on Su Ming's face, "Yes, the blood in Xiaobai's body is indeed extraordinary. From now on, it will be up to you to teach him. The power of qi and blood in his body is too strong now, which not only prevents him from transforming, but also makes him unable to transform. Bones can’t be refined. I’m leaving it to you. Train it well. The white tiger kills and is good at fighting. I don’t want to raise it into a big cat.”
Feng Wuya nodded slightly, with a solemn look on his face, "Master's instructions, I must obey them. This guy's potential is probably more powerful than those pure-blooded white tigers in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Once it is fully unleashed, the soul can be expected ah."
At the same time, he glanced at his younger disciples without leaving a trace, and secretly sighed. Although these younger generations were good, they were still far behind this white tiger, and he didn't know where the master got them.
Subsequently, these golden-winged rocs have learned the Heart Buddha Sutra and successfully condensed the Buddha seeds. Originally, the ancestor took them away and told them about defecting to Shiwanda Mountain. They were a little reluctant at first, but due to the Feng Wuya was the ancestor of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, so they could only obey.
But now, after they came into contact with the Heart Buddha Sutra, they gathered their Buddhist seeds, and their cultivation suddenly improved a lot, and the resistance in their hearts also dissipated invisibly, and they became willing.
In the name of the Heart Buddha, follow the path of the inner demon.
"Let's go, it's time to go back."
At this moment, in Su Ming's storage ring and the sky-shielding coffin, the woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled.
The next moment, the Sheotian Coffin exuded a gleaming light, slowly absorbing the vitality between heaven and earth. This process was very slow.
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Netherworld.
There is no sun in the sky, and there is deathly silence and darkness.
The black water is surging, coming from eternity, bottomless, and spreading everywhere. Occasionally, the waves surge, and ghosts emerge, with pale eyes opening, some hanged ghosts, some with long tongues, some missing arms, some missing legs, and so on, and so on and so forth, containing killing, destruction, and wreaking havoc.
There are many rumors about the Netherworld and the Hall of Hell in the world of immortality, but any one of them is related to evil, gloom, frightening, pain, and death.
Because this is the realm of the dead, an evil country, very dangerous, no one can stop here, even the powerful souls are unwilling to set foot here.
The land of the Yin Division has its own rules. It is different from the Yang world. It excludes people from the Yang world. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the suppression here.
Moreover, the gods of the Yin Division are powerful and geographically advantageous. Even if the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon have a long inheritance, they cannot interfere in the affairs of the Yin Division. At most, the reincarnation of their disciples will be a little convenient.
However, since the gods of the underworld died and disappeared, the underworld has become chaotic.
The ghost kings from all sides recruited troops and horses to separate one side and fight endlessly.
Only now, after the great war, have all the forces in the Underworld been temporarily stabilized.
In the dark north, in a dark space, there is not only a sinister wind, but also sad howls. Occasionally, wandering ghosts can be seen wandering here aimlessly. Suddenly, the ghosts seem to be frightened. Screaming and running away.
A majestic mountain connecting heaven and earth. This mountain is tall and steep, with dark rocks, as if it is the only existence between heaven and earth.
If it is deep in the black mountain, there will be a color that does not know the sky and the earth, as if the world is about to be disillusioned.
On the top of Black Mountain, there is a palace.
The flying eaves are embossed with monsters, their scales are fierce, and the dim light on the mandarin duck tiles above shines on them. The eyes are half-open and half-closed, lifelike, as if they are living creatures that can wake up at any time and devour the world.
The high tower stands among the clouds, unattainable, with faint ghost fires, falling from top to bottom, like a waterfall, with the appearance of a bull's head and a horse's face, looming.
On the plaque in front of the main hall, "Yam Luo Hall", three simple seal characters are emitting dim light and are clearly visible. This hall is the Yama Hall, one of the ten halls of the underworld.
In the war of the underworld, in order to snatch the power of the gods, both the Naihe Bridge and the ten palaces of the underworld were snatched away. Most of them were torn and damaged in the battle, but here, you can actually see a complete Yama Hall.
At this moment, there is a bone throne deep in the hall. Under the seat is a pile of skeletons. The sight of the white bones makes one's heart tremble with fear. A dark figure slowly appears, with blood-red eyes shining brightly, showing the unrest in his heart. .
He is the old Black Mountain demon who returned from the Yang world.
After seeing Su Ming achieve Yuan Shen, he also felt a sense of urgency in his heart. In the age of great strife, the first monk to achieve Yuan Shen had appeared.
It is foreseeable that more Yuanshen monks will appear in the future.
If he still stayed in the Nascent Soul realm, he would definitely be annihilated by the general trend. Therefore, as soon as he returned to the underworld, he began to prepare for the tribulation.
The leader of a force like him will be blessed by the Yin Division's luck once he overcomes the catastrophe. The greater the power of his subordinates, the more blessings they will receive. At that time, the chance of surviving the catastrophe will be greater.
Chapter 163: The Land of the Underworld, the Old Demon of Black Mountain
