The wind howled, the sky was filled with yellow sand, and the dim sky was endless as far as the eye could see. Sparse vegetation covered the surface, and occasionally bare bones could be seen in the sand.
In the northwest, the folk customs are fierce and business travelers are rampant. In addition to doing business, they occasionally work part-time as horse thieves. The men who live in this land have few lives in their hands.
Along the way, Su Ming casually buried their corpses deep in the yellow sand to avoid exposing them to the wilderness.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped and came to a plain, where Chen Faxuan died. A year later, the traces here have long since disappeared.
Looking at the land covered with green plants and a new tomb on the gently undulating hillside, Su Ming glanced at it and found that there were only some clothes inside. He immediately understood that this should be the tomb set up by the Xuanjing Division for Chen Faxuan.
"I didn't expect that it would be hard to see each other again after we said goodbye."
Before Chen Faxuan left, he gave him nine drops of true dragon essence and blood to help him cultivate the mighty Tianlong Seal. At that time, Chen Faxuan was in the realm of Yuanying Dzogchen, and was only one step away from the realm of Yuanshen.
It's a pity that one step separates heaven and man.
Su Ming sighed softly, took out a bottle of sake from the storage ring, and poured it slowly in front of the grave.
After doing this, he turned around and left. In fact, he came here just to remember his old friend. As for the investigation, he didn't care.
A year later, the traces that should have been erased have long been erased. Those who dared to attack and kill high-ranking officials must have been fully prepared. It is impossible to say that the people who participated in this incident had already been stripped of their souls and killed. .
In the vast sea of people, where could he go to check?
As for the Xuanjing Division in the northwest, he didn't bother to take care of it at all. Since the old emperor didn't deal with it, how could he take over the affairs of others? Even if he wanted to rectify it, it would not be an easy task.
These people have been entrenched in the northwest for many years, and have long formed a huge network of relationships. One move can affect the whole body. Without the support of the emperor, he cannot convince everyone with force. Maybe he will be criticized before he is rectified. Thankless effort.
After sighing for a while, Su Ming stepped to another land. This place was barren and extremely desolate. Even in the hot northwest, it was bitingly cold. There was not a single person or household in sight for hundreds of miles. people.
However, what Su Ming saw in his eyes was an extremely powerful sealing formation. Golden runes connected the earth's veins with a radius of thousands of miles, firmly locking the spiritual energy here, and at the same time, they were constantly purifying the things inside the formation.
However, cracks have appeared in this formation, and traces of evil energy have begun to leak out, dyeing the land blood red. The wind howls, and the faint sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling can be heard.
There is a border town located thousands of miles away from here. The tyrannical military aura turned into a white tiger, and the evil energy surged into the sky. This made up for the cracks in the formation, so that the ghosts inside did not dare to escape.
Of course, this is only a superficial scene. In fact, in Su Ming's eyes, this area has a faint tendency to form a barrier. The earth veins that originally sealed the formation have been eroded and are filled with ghostly energy.
However, because of the ban on the formation, he could not see what was going on inside.
Within the formation, compared to the outside world, here is another scene. The dark red sky is ominous and strange, and white bones and skeletons are silent underground. The rich blood and Yin energy are mixed, and there are countless people as far as you can see. One hundred thousand, and the Qi of each skeleton is not weak, most of them have foundation-building cultivation, and even have golden elixir and Nascent Soul realm.
These skeletons are sleeping underground, covered with broken armor, and the scars of swords are faintly visible.
In the center, a ten-foot-high white bone throne stands on the ground. The white bones as white as jade reveal extraordinary qualities and occasionally shine. On the throne, a middle-aged man is squinting his eyes slightly, as if he is sleeping. Wearing a golden crown, thin lips, indifferent eyes, pale face, wearing a blood-cloth with golden dragon patterns embroidered on it, teeth and claws, blood-red dragon eyes opened angrily, exuding awe-inspiring power.
Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes, and an invisible wave spread, and there was the sound of thousands of ghosts howling, "Strange! Why is this king a little uneasy? Is something going to happen?"
The middle-aged man's brows were slightly furrowed, his face was uncertain, and he could not tell whether he was happy or angry. Then, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and saw a looming portal in the void, with three ancient seal characters "Ghost Gate" written on it.
Looking at the Gate of Ghosts, the middle-aged man was slightly absent-minded. He shook his head and hid the gate. Even though he sent a hundred thousand Yin soldiers to enter the Gate of Ghosts, he still could not open the way to the Yin Division.
Yin and Yang are separated, and the Gate of Hell is a necessary place to enter the Yin Division. However, the Ghost Emperor in the Yang Realm outside him was born to be suppressed by the rules of the underworld, and his strength was greatly reduced. Before he could gain a firm foothold, the Ghost King of the Yin Division came to attack, causing heavy losses. Not one of the hundred thousand Yin soldiers escaped.
Since then, he has given up the idea of entering the underworld. Not everyone is called Cao Cao, but they are all Emperors of Wei. He is a prince when alive, and a ghost emperor when dead.
Although he was determined to imitate Cao Cao and occupy a place in the Yin Division, even if he was sitting on the ancient battlefield and had hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers under his command, it would be difficult to continue.
Therefore, after that failure, he continued to send elite soldiers into the Yin Division to inquire about information, trying to find out the situation in the Yin Division. As for the Demon Sect, he had already cut off contact.
Cooperating with the Devil's Cult is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger. What's more, the world outside has changed now, and the real Yuanshen is coming one after another. Even if he is the Ghost Emperor, he cannot claim lordship alone. Therefore, he has always been entrenched in the northwest. The territory has not been expanded.
Once he breaks the formation set up by the three sects, he may attract the attention of the three sects. Then he will be unable to bear the burden of just sending a few Yuan Shen monks over.
Unless, he can surrender to some big force.
However, the power of the three sects is too strong. It is a big mountain that straddles the world of immortality. Although he has countless evil soldiers, in the eyes of the three sects, he cannot rise to the top. If he rashly takes refuge, he will only be regarded as a worthless person. Just heavy chess pieces.
Moreover, he was the former King of Zhao, with a sensitive status, and the Great Zhou Dynasty was not destroyed. He did not dare to come forward at all. He could not leave, and the underworld could not enter. He was extremely frustrated.
Of course, the current chaotic situation in the northwest cannot be separated from him.
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Outside the formation, Su Ming opened his Dharma Eyes, penetrated the space, and observed the earth veins. He saw that these earth veins were all soaked in Yin Qi and were biting with coldness. The runes on the Earth Veins were also crumbling and were corroded by Yin Qi. look.
strangeness.
Seeing this scene, he was a little surprised in his heart. The formation had been eroded like this. Logically speaking, it should not just be as simple as leaking some Yin Qi and ghost energy. The ghosts inside should have escaped long ago. Why? Will he be locked inside?
What did Chen Faxuan encounter when he came here?
All kinds of doubts came to mind. Immediately, he changed his face, and the devilish energy around him made him look like a devil. Then, he flashed, passed through the crack, and entered the formation.
The ground is dark red, the sky is pitch black, a blood moon hangs high, and a strange light shines on the earth.
So many evil soldiers?
When he entered the formation, he sent out his spiritual thoughts to investigate. He was shocked when he saw that the ground with a radius of a hundred miles was crowded with Yin soldiers. The higher it is.
With just one glance, he could not see more than a dozen Yin soldiers in the Nascent Soul realm. These Yin soldiers were all left over from the original war and had been trained for hundreds of years, and there was still a lot of blood, evil, and death in this battlefield. It’s enough for them to practice.
Coupled with the erosion of the earth's veins, they can use the earth's veins to practice. After a few hundred years, even a pig can take off. Of course, even if it takes a few hundred years, most of these Yin soldiers are only in the foundation-building realm.
But even so, if so many Yin soldiers were released, the northwest would probably become a hell on earth.
Of course, if Su Ming took action, it would be nothing to deal with these underworld soldiers. In fact, if the old emperor was willing to send two Yuanshen monks, plus the secret guards of the Xuanjing Division, it would be enough to suppress them.
Huh? This breath.
"Who! Come out!"
Just when Su Ming was surprised, a sharp shout sounded, and at the same time, a cold gaze fell on Su Ming, revealing deep malice.
While he was shouting angrily, the skeleton Yin soldiers sleeping underground suddenly looked at Su Ming, with soul fires lighting up in their dark eyes, staring at him silently.
On the tall bone throne, the middle-aged man noticed Su Ming's aura, stood up suddenly, and looked at Su Ming. "People from the Demon Cult? What do you want to do?"
again?
Could it be that this guy has connections with people from the Demon Cult?
When he came in, he didn't cover up his energy, and he sent out his spiritual thoughts to explore. He was not surprised to be sensed by this guy. After all, he was a ghost at the level of a soul, and he was not blind.
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Seeing that he was discovered, Su Ming curled his lips, and his spiritual thoughts swept across, becoming more and more unscrupulous. However, after scanning around, there was only one ghost at the level of the soul.
"Bastard!" Seeing that he was ignored, the middle-aged man felt an unknown fire in his heart. Even Mo Li Hai did not dare to be so presumptuous!
Suddenly, his sleeves rolled up and split into long lengths, like outstretched bat wings, covering the sky and the sun. He roared forward, covering the sky. The golden dragon's bloody eyes on the crown robe flashed and suddenly rose into the air, turning into a 100-foot-long dragon. The golden dragon, with blood clouds all over its body, moved towards Su Ming to grab him.
Seeing the golden dragon roaring in mourning, Su Ming showed a hint of disdain in his eyes. He lightly drew his sword with his fingers, and a sharp sword edge emerged from the void, filling the sky and the earth with incomparable sharpness.
It only took a moment to cut off the golden dragon. It whined and turned into a bloody light and retracted its clothes.
"Yuanshen monk?"
The middle-aged man was shocked and felt something was wrong. Why did a soul come to him?
"Who told you that I am a member of the Demon Cult?" Su Ming took one step at a time and came to the Bone Throne with a slight smile on his face. The demonic aura on his body dissipated instantly and returned to his original appearance.
Suddenly, feeling the demonic aura on Su Ming's body, the middle-aged man's heart suddenly cast a shadow. The remaining bone throne exploded and turned into a gray-yellow river entwining around him. It was vicissitudes and ancient, and contained a lot of... Unparalleled power, like a netherworld.
"Huang Quan River?" Although Su Ming has never seen Huang Quan, Su Ming has the memories of so many monks, so he is no stranger to Huang Quan River. After all, the Immortal Sect often deals with the Netherworld. If his disciples die, they will escort their souls. Reincarnation, if there is a fate, you will be re-entered into the sect in the next life.
Of course, that was hundreds of years ago. Since the death of the gods of the underworld, the order of the underworld has been chaotic. But fortunately, the entrenched ghost kings do not dare to violate reincarnation, so those souls who step into the underworld can still be reincarnated.
It's just that those reincarnated souls have also been exploited, and those like evil ghosts will be left to serve as evil soldiers and ghost generals, losing the chance of reincarnation.
At this moment, I could only hear the loud sound of the Yellow Spring water, and suddenly thousands of dark black air fell down, condensed into flowers, and entangled themselves on rocks, branches, and under trees.
If you look carefully, you can see that the long roots penetrate into the ground, the filaments are like a necklace, entwined like a tassel, and the sparse leaves face each other beautifully.
When the wind blows, clusters of flowers bloom, and an unspeakable fragrance fills the air, traveling everywhere.
The flowers swayed, and figures rose up one after another from the flower cores. They had long sleeves and loose clothes, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but the horizontal lines on their cheeks were clear and appeared in black and white. It was scary to take a look at them.
"Witherworm Xiaoji, I won't play with you anymore."
"Cut the karma and raise the sword!"
In an instant, the Karma-Destroying Sword rose up in response and fell into Su Ming's hand. The Buddha's power swept across all directions. At this moment, Su Ming touched the Karma-Destroying Sword with his two fingers and recited the Sanskrit Sound of Selflessness in his mouth.
The next moment, accompanied by the sound of a bell that was like a brainwashing magic sound, mysterious Sanskrit patterns quietly emerged, circle after circle, layer after layer, coming from all directions and gathering together.
Bells rang loudly in the array. As the bells rang, the middle-aged man became sluggish for an instant, his sharp eyes also lost their sparkle, and his whole person seemed to have turned into a puppet in an instant.
The clear bell penetrated his eardrums and hit his heart hard, as if it had penetrated his soul, causing his thinking to stagnate. Even his ability to think disappeared, and the Huangquan River he summoned also disappeared in an instant. Dissipated and turned into a throne of bones.
After entering the formation, Su Ming casually set up the formation, so the Sanskrit Sound of Selflessness could not be transmitted to the outside world. This is his unique skill. Once the three sects know about it, he may immediately become a thorn in their side, or the kind that can be eliminated quickly.
After all, the power of the Selfless Sanskrit Sound is so powerful that even Yuanshen monks can be forcibly converted. They do not kill people, but only convert them, turning other people into their own subordinates. This is more terrifying than killing people. If the three sects knew it, how could they do it? Maybe not afraid!
When the inner demon turned the Yuanshen monk into a puppet, didn't it also arouse the fear of the three sects, which prompted Xue Buhan to take action. Although Su Ming was strong now, he was still just one person, and masters from the three sects like Xue Bu Ran had no idea how much they had hidden in secret.
Therefore, before he was still young, he did not want to expose the selfless Sanskrit.
"Winter! Winter! Winter!"
At the moment when the bell rang, the middle-aged man looked extremely ferocious, and there seemed to be two different thoughts struggling in his mind. And those bones and shadow soldiers silent in the ground, when they heard the first sound of the selfless Sanskrit, they Been converted.
