"So that's it."
After displaying the divine palm seal that had been re-evolved by his own Taoist heart, Guan Luoyang's spirit fetus clone stepped into the cross-border rift without any hindrance this time.
However, he did not directly come to the world inside the golden bowl, but entered a void where trillions of golden curses were flickering. Looking down, he could vaguely see the outline of a lotus, as if he was suspended above the red golden lotus.
Guan Luoyang felt some fluctuations emanating from the lotus, and gradually understood the origin of this red gold lotus in his mind.
This is a Ksitigarbha golden bowl. It is unknown which world the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva refined as a magic weapon.
After a great battle, the old master was dead, and the spirituality of the Golden Bowl itself had been shattered and was drifting in the sea of the great void.
The remnants of the demon blood that fell into the bowl could not be completely erased, and the strongest one was left, entangled in a state of entanglement and confrontation with the power of the incomplete golden bowl.
This world was slowly evolved and created in the process of entanglement and confrontation between the two.
Because the knowledge of Ksitigarbha was integrated into this golden bowl, the human beings derived from this world have transformed in just a few thousand years from a state of living like hair and drinking blood to a state where countries stand side by side, with vast cities, solid houses, and abundant products. era.
There are even people who have been enlightened by various magical powers, and have achieved schools that can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and can travel between the Yin and Yang realms.
However, because of the existence of demon blood, the underworld has not been able to produce some creatures that meet the special requirements of ghosts and gods. Instead, it has been in a relatively chaotic state, with evil ghosts running rampant and opening the gates of hell from time to time to invade the human world.
Practitioners in the human world also suffered nine disasters of death, which suppressed their spiritual power and forced them to become ghosts.
It only took a thousand years for this world to develop from primitive times to a prosperous age where hundreds of schools of thought flourished. However, in the subsequent tens of thousands of years of history, we cannot escape this cycle of ups and downs.
Originally, this situation might spread to the future.
This golden bowl that carries a world will occasionally bump into some cosmic membranes when it is drifting in the void. However, due to the entanglement of two types of internal forces, it is not aggressive and is often bounced away by the cosmic membranes. There are not enough external factors to change the internal pattern.
However, not long ago, due to the chaotic collision of those light balls in the Lord God Space during the dispute between the Supreme Battle Group, which affected the coordinates of all realms, the Ksitigarbha King's Golden Bowl was also swept up by the turbulence of the Void Realm Sea. Go and change the trajectory significantly.
The number of worlds it has come into contact with during this period of time is more than a hundred times greater than the total number of times it has been wandering in the past.
The circulation of power inside the golden bowl also experienced considerable turbulence.
The evil spirit of the underworld begins to actively spread out, preparing to capture some netherworld spaces from other worlds to fill in and strengthen the evil energy of the underworld.
The remaining spirituality of Jinbo itself began to try to calculate the trajectory of cause and effect, and tried its best to adjust the drifting route, approaching the world where Guan Luoyang's clone lived.
In the end, this golden bowl finally collided with the worlds of Immortal and Demonic Water Margin, Shuiyue Cave, Chuang Guandong and so on.
In the worlds such as Guandong and Laughing Jianghu, although there are no real artifacts of the gods, the fantasies of the creatures in the world about the afterlife have gradually condensed into some secret spaces that focus on spiritual existence, as the thoughts of the undead return to the world. Transfer station.
After a person dies, the soul can survive from seven days to several years or decades, depending on the strength of his thoughts, before being dispersed to heaven and earth.
In fact, compared to those worlds where there is no soul at all, or where there is a strict Hades system, situations like this that barely condense the prototype of the Nether Space are the most common in the Great Void Sea.
Let’s not talk about the distance, let’s just say that there is such a netherworld in the world of Nanming. However, for the masters of the Earth Mother God Clan, this purely mental space dimension is too unstable and not worth using at all.
Guan Luoyang also wanted to protect that netherworld. When the war situation was unclear, he never touched it. He waited until he got rid of the Taiyuan God Lord and others before he set foot in that space to deal with some things.
However, when the demonic energy of the underworld merged with those netherworld spaces, it was enough to accelerate the breaking of the balance inside the golden bowl, cleanse the underworld of those famous mountains, and then completely erode the underworld.
"The existence that left behind this demonic energy is much higher than my own realm."
Guan Luoyang's eyes could see some traces of the demonic energy of the underworld through this red golden lotus.
Just the part he could understand made him feel like "Yin Qi can still be used in this way". As for the parts he couldn't understand, there were even more.
To be fair, although the current size of the demonic energy in the underworld is similar to that of his spiritual fetus clone, it can only be regarded as a peak six-star state.
However, even if Guan Luoyang's true form came over, he might not be able to do some of the things that that demonic energy could do so easily and without any trace of chiseling.
But to eliminate this demonic aura, there is no need to bring Guan Luoyang's body over.
Because Ksitigarbha Jinbo would cooperate with Guan Luoyang's actions.
"As long as I continue to use this move?"
Guan Luoyang nodded, "Without further ado, let's get started."
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On the land of the underworld, the dark storm has approached the Laoshan underworld.
All the monks in the Laoshan Yin Mansion were ready, and the faces of the senior leaders of each sect were full of worry.
In fact, with the size of Laoshan Yin Mansion and the presence of so many of them here, it is certain to resist the passage of Yin Feng this time.
But just now, Yue Fei had told these people about the strange movements on the Black Mountain Old Demon's side, as well as the traces of troop movements he had detected along the way.
After surviving the Yin Feng passage, how much strength do everyone still have to resist the attack of the Black Mountain Old Demon?
Even if this battle can be endured, it will definitely be a bloody battle and a hard battle.
But basically no sect is ready to withdraw its personnel who come to celebrate birthdays.
The reason is also very simple. The Laoshan Underworld can be said to be the largest type of underworld in the world today. If this underworld is also breached by the ghosts of the underworld, then all the ghosts in this area will be transformed into evil spirits. ghost.
The lost troops of the Black Mountain Old Demon and the others can be replenished soon.
At that time, if their troops are directed at other underworlds, how can those sects whose strength is not as strong as the Laoshan underworld resist?
Therefore, this battle must be fought.
The dark wind is getting closer and closer, and everyone's expressions are getting more and more solemn.
Some monks with better Dharma eyesight were able to vaguely observe the signs of the ghost army sneaking towards them when they turned their eyes away from the cold wind in the west because they had prepared in advance.
Suddenly, something strange appeared in the field of vision of these monks.
The sky in the underworld has always been dark, but at this time, there was a subtle firelight on the dark sky.
Small paper boats, carrying balls of flames, drifted down from the sky.
Compared with the huge wind, thousands of paper boats can only be regarded as a trickle.
But it seemed that just by everyone's surprise, the number of paper boats had increased a thousand or ten thousand times.
In the vast wilderness, nearby towns, the peaks of Mount Laoshan, in the sky and on the earth, you can see the white paper boats sailing with the blue fire.
When the massive dark wind encountered these paper boats, it let out an earth-shattering roar.
Pure cyan flames burned on the black mist, constantly burning out huge holes. Wherever the paper boat passed, there was a pure waterway.
When the torrent formed by the paper boats washed over the wilderness, all the dark winds dissipated, and even the gray clouds in the sky were swung out into an increasingly wider trajectory.
The sky was not particularly bright, but it was pure enough, making it extremely eye-catching in the entire underworld environment.
Everyone in Laoshan Yin Mansion showed a somewhat bewildered expression, wondering where such a change came from.
Suddenly, the palace in the mountain shook, and more than a dozen Dharma mirrors flew out, like white cranes soaring into the sky, hanging high in the sky.
After a slight pause, each mirror enlarged to the size of a hundred feet, like dozens of bright moons rising at the same time.
The edges of the bright moon are close to the ground, and it looks like it will not fall.
Even the surrounding mountain peaks appear small in front of these bright moon mirrors. The shapes of the mountains seem to be just shadows in the bright moon and the foil of the moonlight.
And in every bright moon, a figure appears, either an old man, a woman, a young girl, or a child.
Some Laoshan disciples couldn't help but exclaimed. They recognized that these figures were exactly the same as some of the portraits hanging in their Laoshan Patriarch Hall.
It is true that no one among the seniors of various sects in the human world can withstand nine disasters and survive the deliberate targeting of evil spirits from the underworld.
But they don't live for a living either.
The path of transforming ghosts was not feasible, and they could not survive the nine disasters, but they still found a new way and found a way to extend their lives and preserve their power, that is, to refine themselves into weapon spirits!
Although after turning into a weapon spirit, it will be difficult to make progress in cultivation, and they need to sleep frequently to avoid the ubiquitous aura of decay and calamity in the world from continuing to wear away their spiritual consciousness.
However, this not-so-perfect method can at least allow these old-timers to occasionally take a look at the scenery a thousand years from now.
If it really comes to a critical moment for the survival of the sect and the right path to be in danger, they can also contribute.
But today, before the people of the Laoshan sect asked for these precious mirrors, these old seniors suddenly flew out by themselves, which made some elders of the Laoshan sect who knew about it full of suspicion.
However, the headmaster of Laoshan was thoughtful, and the magic power on his body soon spread out without any reservation.
His magic power is profound, and his cultivation level is even higher than that of some ancestors. He has not yet trained himself into a weapon spirit. Now that he activates his magic power, the power he exudes is even more astonishing.
I saw rich and soft white clouds slowly rising from his body, and a white crane condensed in the sky, with a wingspan of thousands of feet, pressing across the peaks.
Everyone who came to celebrate his birthday felt strange, when suddenly many people's expressions changed.
They gradually noticed that in their own underworld, the magic weapons refined by their predecessors, transformed into weapon spirits, also flew out on their own, showing their power.
The Kunlun sect's eight flag gates of "beacon fire, thunder and lightning, leaving no trace of ghosts and gods", the treasure seal of escape from the earth, the golden book and jade book, and the body-locking talisman.
The Crouching Dragon Ling, Xiu Ji, Tang Wen Mengze Tu, Seven Star Lantern, Northern Expedition Vehicle of the hidden Zhuge lineage, as well as the Miao Tears Golden Buddha of Jinshan Temple, Tianlong Kasaya, etc.
"Brother Laoshan Taoist, what on earth is going on?"
"Haven't you noticed yet?"
Headmaster Laoshan looked at the white crane and the bright moon in the sky, his tone full of expectation and a hint of unnoticeable anxiety.
"The aura of decline and calamity between heaven and earth seems to be being removed. Those of us who have endured the disaster of decay and death, the aura of decay accumulated in our bodies is now being washed away."
"If you dissipate the mana outside the body, you can feel this change more clearly."
Suppose that these human monks in the underworld of Laoshan are all shocked, doubtful and happy at the moment.
Then the old demon from Montenegro and their army of ghosts and monsters in the south are now frightened, angry and frightened.
Because after those paper boat lanterns appeared, they obviously felt uncomfortable all over.
It was as if he was accustomed to the darkness and slipperiness of life in the water, but now he was suddenly thrown onto land, almost to the point of being thrown into the desert.
In the surrounding environment, something they are used to and like is quickly disappearing, turning this environment they like into a "furnace" for evil spirits.
"ah!!!"
It didn't take long before some evil spirits couldn't stand it any longer. They abandoned the small spells they used for sneaking, jumped into the air, and flew away in the direction of Wushou City.
When he jumped up, he still felt that he might be the only ghost. He was extremely uneasy. He was unwilling to stay here and be tortured, and was afraid of being killed by military orders.
However, when he really took off, he realized that he was just an insignificant part of the dark clouds in the sky.
The army of millions of ghosts and monsters, because the vanguard troops fled without fighting, all collapsed in the blink of an eye, like a stormy sea, rolling up into the sky and washing the earth.
The ghosts and monsters formed layers of waves and pushed to the south. All the ghosts and monsters were rushing towards the City of Fushou.
They could feel that the closer they got to the area heading towards the Death City, the pain on their bodies would be alleviated.
The Black Mountain Old Demon and the others have indeed planted a mark on these ghosts and monsters. It is a top-down, layer-by-layer suppression method.
The ghost king controls all the ghost generals, the ghost generals control all the commanders, the commanders control all the centurions, and so on.
This method can maintain the most stable rule in peacetime. However, once all the armies are defeated and come back, it will obviously not be effective enough.
What's more, the Black Mountain Old Demon and the others have no intention of controlling this army now, because they have all felt the call of their ancestors.
That extremely urgent call made many ghost kings, including the Black Mountain Old Demon, fly away like meteors of different colors through the sky.
So what happened? Where did those paper boats come from? Who is causing trouble in the bush? What happened to our ancestors? !
These angry questions lingered in the minds of the ghost kings, each one became more urgent than the last, and each one made them more angry than the last one.
boom! ! ! !
In vain, the city has undergone tremendous changes, and all the buildings have been demolished.
Huge tree roots protruded from the ground, and huge shadows swept over the entire city.
It looked like a peach tree. All the positions of the trunk, including the branches and leaves, were imprinted with dark golden spells, which were ancient and mysterious, noble and mysterious.
It grew out from the direction of the Black Mountain Old Demon's Palace, and its branches stretched out for hundreds of miles. The ends of some branches even pierced into the void. It was unknown where it had arrived.
Among the layers of branches and leaves that cover the sky and the sun, there are many fruits that have not fully grown, and countless bright red peach blossoms.
The peach trees rising from the sky almost break through the boundaries of the underworld and squeeze into the upper world completely.
There are still some cracked peaches hanging on the ends of some branches of this peach tree. The surface of the peaches has been completely dried up, as if they were carved from brown wood and stone.
Those cracked parts looked like big black mouths.
"reset!!!!"
The deep shouts echoed in the underworld, and the ghost kings returned to their places one after another, falling into those dry old peaches. Everything fell into place naturally, like a fish in water.
Although the Black Mountain Old Demon and his one hundred brothers and sisters seem to have different origins, some are zombies, some are beast ghosts, some are bone demons, and some are even spirits transformed from stone.
But in fact, they are all ghosts born from this peach tree.
This peach tree is their common ancestor.
In other words, each of their ghost kings is actually a part of this peach tree.
The reason why the Black Mountain Old Demon deserves the most attention is because its nature is closest to the nature of this peach tree.
At this moment, the cultivation and spirituality of many ghost kings returned to one. The big tree, which originally seemed a bit stiff, suddenly danced all its branches wildly. The trajectory of every branch and leaf seemed to explain the ultimate goal of heaven and earth. reason.
The entire spatial distance of the underworld is disrupted by traces of cutting branches and leaves.
The monks in the underworld of Laoshan felt an extremely strange scene.
They seem to think that the famous mountains in the world, such as Laoshan, Jinshan, Kunlun, and Huashan, all grow together.
They feel as if there are thousands or tens of thousands of creatures at the same time where their bodies are, and even their own bodies are overlapped with walls, jungles, rain clouds, soil, and magma at the same time.
No matter how weird this feeling was, the moment they looked up, the huge impact made them forget that strange feeling.
Because they seemed to have arrived in front of the peach tree in Wusi City, and they could even touch the roots of the tree with their hands, using their hands as small as ants to touch the root system as big as a mountain.
All creatures and ghosts on the underworld can see the terrifying figure of this strange tree.
However, at the next moment, the leaves shattered and the peach blossoms exploded.
Billions of paper boats and precious lanterns sailed out from between the holes in the branches and leaves of this big tree, breaking the flowers and lighting the branches.
Between the underworld and the earth, endless paper boats are sailing, and countless lights are shining.
Guan Luoyang's consciousness seemed to be no longer in his spiritual body, and his realm was no longer limited by the clone, and he could exert his due power.
That is even a more mysterious power than the original body.
Qiong Ying, Yan Qing, Yue Fei and others were suddenly startled. They all saw the paper boat beside them and the figure emerging from the light of the paper boat.
That figure seemed to be just a fantasy when the lights flickered. It disappeared in a flash, but was deeply engraved in the senses of the world. Then all the figures slowly pushed out a palm.
It exists in every place in the world of Senluo Universe, stirring up great light that illuminates the world in all directions!
Roar! ! ! !
The strange tree roared unwillingly, but it was frozen under the omnipresent palm.
