Soul Ling's voice became almost the only voice in this world. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoA crisp bell sounded to lead countless ghosts to the final destination, the Soul Ancient.

Soul Ancient is the place where all soul bodies die, and the place where the last step of the Hundred Ghosts' nocturnal journey is taken.

There, a new ghost king will be seen establishing his power. There, you will witness the death of the losers who were defeated in the battle of the Oni King. It was a grand and bloody, the demise and inauguration of power, the establishment and change of status. All of this was successfully held every year as scheduled with the tacit consent of Yan Jun of the underworld.

There was a fire that opened to the sky, and it was a blood-colored galaxy that was burned with the flesh and blood of the old ghost king. The blood-colored galaxy stretched from the ground to the nine heavens, and the new ghost king would start from this part of the ground, as if he were ascending step by step, to the place that was supreme to him.

Behind him, a hundred ghosts walk at night. Behind him, the abyss is wide. For Xie Jiuli, this change is more like an ancient and cruel curse. However, for the ghost king, becoming the king of a hundred ghosts was the only way to continue his life. Because only the ghost king is eligible to be reborn. Only the Ghost King can take back his imprisoned soul from the hands of Yan Jun of the underworld. For those powerful ghosts, retrieving their souls is the only way to get a chance to be resurrected.

Now, if you were given two choices. One is to live forever under the earth without seeing the sun, suffering from the reincarnation of hundreds of lifetimes. One is to return to the time when life is alive, and everything only needs to listen to one's original intention.

Which of the two options would you choose?

The answer is self-evident, no one wants to live forever in a place where the sun doesn't shine, still be moldy and smelly, and finally become the last thing they want to see.

So, for the Ghost King, this is the easiest and easiest path to rebirth. Therefore, the alternation between ghost kings is exceptionally frequent and rapid. Usually no ghost king can hold on to the position of ghost king for three years. There will always be a new ghost king, leading the hundred ghosts to repeat this unchanging night path, and at the last moment, cut off the head of the old ghost king.

That blood-colored passage is the path of the ghost king's rebirth, and this path is only useful for the ghost king. Because of this blood path, as long as it appears, no matter where in this world, it will be directly conveyed to Yan Jun's eyes. Only by going up from this road can you be qualified to get Yan Jun's mercy.

Of course, no one knows how powerful this Yan Jun is, how terrifying it is, because for this new ghost king, as well as Xie Jiuli and the four of them, they are just characters that only appear in legends. The figure has only outline, no flesh and blood, like any god on high above.

Of course, no one would take the risk of trying to overthrow such a high god.

Dawn, just at the end of the road, came just in time.

Above the originally dark sky, the yellow-green eyes finally disappeared, as if they were tired and wanted to close and rest all night. On the horizon, a glimmer of light slowly appeared. It's like someone has made a mark on the ground with a highlighter. It is the only light between heaven and earth.

Strangely, all people can see it.

Xie Jiuli greeted the light of dawn and murmured, "Is this the time when the night is about to pass?"

He didn't have the habit of waking up early, nor did he have the perseverance to get up early, so he had never seen what the sky was like when there was only a glimmer of light. Although he knew that everything here might be illusory, the shock of seeing the sky light emerging from the horizon little by little was still rumbling through his heart.

Qian Qian said lightly: "That's right, it's about to dawn." ”

Mo Tutu asked, "Then now the sacrifice of the ghost king...... Are you going to start?"

"It should be." I heard that after the sacrifice of the ghost king, it is the last carnival of the ghosts in the world. During this, the goblins will exhaust their strength before being brought into the underworld by the Black and White Impermanence Recovery the next morning. This is the only time they will be able to come out and wander thoroughly, and I think this kind of carnival should not be small. ”

Xie Jiuli asked, "Did you start after killing the old ghost king?"

He nodded and said, "That's right." All the ghosts here will eat the flesh and power of the old ghost king, and when the last mouthful of blood is dried up, and the most bone is turned into powder, a blood-colored road will appear to connect the ground and the nine skies. It is said that that is the real night path of Hyakki. ”

On a blood-colored road, all the ghosts started from the ground, and approached the highest point of the sky step by step, just like the gods who had become immortals. Of course, this will not really be to become a god. It's just that this road is the promotion path of the ghost king, except for any ghost of the ghost king, it is just a foil on this road.

The ghost king who has walked this bloody path will take back his soul from the hands of the underworld from now on, and wait for the time of his resurrection. It's just that some ghost kings were replaced by newborn ghost kings before the time came, and in the process of expecting to be resurrected, they became the steps of the next ghost king.

I heard that it was the failure of these ghost kings that paved such a road to the sky.

Wei Xiao'an sighed, he didn't expect that this creature that turned into a ghost after death had such a complicated and miserable life, and he needed to constantly endure pain. I also suddenly realized that ordinary people can't see a way out really because he neither has the courage to take a step forward, but also loses the right to take a step back. That's why I will always drift with the tide like this, floating wherever I go.

How different is such a person, a demon, or a ghost, from a ghost?

Wei Xiaoan couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, after all, he was just one of the many beings.

And at this time, the crisp ringtone of Soul Attraction suddenly stopped. The skeletal scepter stood on the ground, unsupported but not falling.

The bell on the skull scepter turned into a dim glow, and this light instantly covered the entire Soul Gu. An old-sounding but powerful voice seemed to come from the sky, echoing above the entire Soul Ancient.

Between heaven and earth, there was a chanting-like voice, low and penetrating. Even Xie Jiuli couldn't help but feel that the heartbeat in his chest became uncontrollable with this inaudible emphasis.

The hand pressed on Xie Jiuli's shoulder, and the restless heartbeat gradually quieted down. Before Xie Jiuli could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a deafening sound. It was the sound of countless ghosts coming together.

That's when the cheers rang out.