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The sound rumbled like a morning bell and a dusk drum, as if it was in the ears, and like thunder rolling away in the sky, the sound waves were like stormy waves, impacting the ghost tide, howling miserably, hundreds of ghosts retreated, countless spirits flew up, like a little firefly wildly, I don't know how many ghosts were shocked by this sound.

Ran Jing looked at the bronze giant gate in disbelief, and suddenly found a figure emerging from the door, Eguan Bo belt, wide-sleeved long shirt, and a three-foot Qingfeng sword in his waist, standing with his hands in his hands, looking ahead.

There was only one person, a lonely person, with a thin face, but sharp and angular, resolute, a pair of eyes as deep as cold stars in the sky, bright that people could not look directly, and the sword eyebrows flew into the sideburns.

A person, a sword, stood in front of the bronze giant gate, facing countless unjust ghosts rushing towards him, standing still, like an ancient mountain.

The man on the ground slowly looked up, and his gaze collided with Ran Jing in mid-air, although it was only for a moment, it was enough to explain a lot of things.

A flat voice sounded in Ran Jing's mind, "A hundred ghosts walk at night to bring disaster to the world, the Iron Buddha has suppressed demons for five hundred years, a cloth cloth book is angry, imitate the sage Yin Lin Spring, abandon the body to cast the right path, I keep peace for the common people, thirty-six years of spring and autumn, waiting for future generations to move forward." ”

It was the short poem that Du Kang was talking about.

The sound was in the ears, but it seemed to be far away in the sky, and in a trance, Ran Jing's consciousness was restrained and flew down on the bronze giant gate, until at this time, when he stepped on the giant door, he felt its hugeness, and Ran Jing only felt that he was standing on it as small as an ant.

Looking down again, the man was below, blocking the door, with the horizontal sword in his hand, standing in the wind, stepping forward, without a trace of hesitation or hesitation.

"Where the Tao is, although tens of millions of people go to me!"

A faint voice came with the wind, cutting thousands of words, no need for many bold words, no more crying blood and lamentations, just a sentence, the same indomitable back.

"Confucianism, Haoran righteousness!" Ran Jing is the only disciple of the inner sect, and if she sees it, she will naturally have much more than Du Kang.

Ran Jing put her left hand around her chest, supported her chin with her right hand, and carefully looked at the giant door in front of her, only to feel that the more she looked at it, the more frightened she became, and even for a moment she felt that her divine consciousness was about to be swallowed by this giant door.

"It's... Could this be the Rakshasa Gate?!" Ran Jing had an idea in her heart that made her feel ridiculous and terrifying.

Buddhist scriptures record that there is a Rakshasa country in the world, its people are millions, Rakshasa has men and women, male Rakshasa black body, red hair, green eyes, infinite strength, bloodthirsty food, sexual violence, female Rakshasa is like a beautiful woman, rich in charming power, specializing in eating human flesh and blood, has divine power, can fly in the air, or speed on the ground, for the violent and terrible ghost.

In addition, the rakshasa is also the jailer of hell, and his duty is to rebuke sinners, and it comes in many forms, such as bull-headed human hands, ox-headed hooves, great strength, or deer-headed, sheep-headed, rabbit-headed, etc.

Ran Jing remembered that her master, the old ghost, had mentioned to herself, saying that this Rakshasa Gate was a forbidden place, and no one should approach it, but it was forged by a powerful secret method to communicate with the Rakshasa Ghost Country, and use its power for its own use.

This Rakshasa Gate is a special secret method to communicate with the Netherworld, and the power of the Rakshasa is poured into this door to achieve the function of guarding the spirit.

According to legend, to cast the Rakshasa Gate, its means are extremely cruel, there is a harm to the heavens and harmony, and the era is too long, has been submerged in the long river of history, the world is not visible at all.

However, the inner gate of the Maoshan Sect has a collection of tens of millions, and there are many unique ancient scrolls, among which there are also only a few words about the Rakshasa Gate, but they are all scales and half claws, which seem to be very fearful, and most of the words are unknown.

Even what Master Ran Jing said was inferred by himself based on a lot of corroborating evidence.

According to Master Ran Jing, that is, the true person of the contemporary Maoshan Sect, if such a Rakshasa door is to be cast, the prerequisite is to use ninety-nine eighty-one living people to put it into the kiln, mixed with witch Gu ashes, yin jade shavings and other materials to the evil to the yin to calcine together to form the door base.

Then seal nine hundred and eighty-one souls in the Rakshasa Gate, and the thirteen human-faced copper nails nailed to the door mean that people's seven emotions and six desires are specially disturbed by people's souls, so that the souls fall into a state of violent madness, and finally trapped in illusions, and the souls after death will be imprisoned by the Rakshasa Gate, increasing the power of the Rakshasa Gate.

And the living soul trapped in the Rakshasa Gate is imprisoned for life and life, and it cannot be reborn forever, and it is tortured by pain, and the accumulation of resentment is increasing, and the power of the Rakshasa Gate is becoming more and more powerful, which is the horror of the Rakshasa Gate.

After Ran Jing ran the Taidao Extreme Pupil in "Sanmao True Technique", the gate that originally had no other singularities except for the big one gradually changed a little.

Black dead air and crimson blood were entangled with each other, and they emerged from small holes in the Rakshasa door.

Ran Jing took a step back slightly, secretly running the true yuan, guarding her mind, lest she not pay attention and be exploited by this Rakshasa demonic qi.

This air mass where death qi and blood qi are entangled with each other should be the Rakshasa demonic qi mentioned in the ancient scroll, this kind of thing is colorless and tasteless, and in the eyes of ordinary people, even in cultivators like Ran Jing who have not reached the Heavenly Eye, it is invisible.

It can enter the human body through the five senses and seven orifices, it is not a poisonous gas, but it is more terrible than any poisonous gas, the poisonous gas destroys your body, and the Rakshasa demonic qi erodes your soul.

Once corrupted by it, according to the ancient books, madness, violence, and anger destroy everything you can see, whether dead or alive, endlessly, knowing that you become a rakshasa imp until you die.

The faces of people who did not exist in real life created by the soul power kept emerging, changing, distorting, howling, joy, anger, sadness, sadness, fear, shock, all kinds of emotions and expressions.

"It's really too terrifying, Rakshasa Gate, there is a Rakshasa Gate here, is it left over from ancient times, or is it imitated by today's people? And the figure guarding in front of the door, what kind of person is it, who can fight against millions of ghosts, and is not affected by the Rakshasa Gate, how terrifying is this person's cultivation, thirty-six years, I have never heard of such a great supernatural person in modern times?"

One thought after another rose in Ran Jing's heart, like a mess, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't figure it out, and she couldn't help frowning.

And at this moment, the figure collided with the overwhelming tide of yin ghosts, setting off a shocking killing sound, screaming miserably, the ghosts cried and howled, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the sun, moon and stars were dull.

Ran Jing only felt that she was being hit by a mighty aura, and with a violent shock, her divine consciousness retreated from the illusion inside the stone statue...