At this time, behind the distant Jiangnan Imperial Court, the Muling Shrine. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young man in white, who was in an incense affair with the sterol clan, suddenly vomited blood, and all the ancient trees around him withered. It was still green and verdant before, but all of them withered and died in an instant.

"My Divine Venerable, what's wrong with you?" The Jiangnan Empress Dowager looked frightened.

"Damn, you dare to destroy my spiritual channel, if you let me know who you are, you will break your body into thousands of pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart." The white-clothed young man who looked exactly like Han Ting wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was very sluggish.

It is the Wood Spirit God who heals in retreat!

Now Han Ting, who he sent to Honglian County in Nanjun to explore the Ghost Gate Pass, has been killed, and the problem is that he doesn't even know who the enemy is.

You must know that the spirit guide is completely different from the soul clone, and it costs a lot of money. Han Ting's physical body is equivalent to a log, and the spirit guide is equivalent to a trap buried in the soul, which needs to be triggered to activate, and it is no different from ordinary people.

The Wood Spirit God triggered the Spirit Attraction before the Qingming Sealing God War, but only when Han Ting himself returned to a certain area around him could he clearly check the experience in his Spirit Channel. Usually, he can only passively accept incomplete memory fragments from the spiritual lead.

Previously, he only received a trace of Han Ting's entry into Sin City and climbing Yin Mountain, and then he couldn't perceive anything. Because he himself escaped from Yin Mountain, he knew very well that there were many secrets in this place involving reincarnation, and it was impossible to let the secrets flow out.

And the top task he gave to Han Ting was to imprison Lu Xing's soul and secretly bring him back to the Divine Palace. Because he felt that Lu Xing was involved in a lot of his own cause and effect.

From the possession of the black-clothed gods, more than half of his divine domain was destroyed, and the gods were injured. Then Lu Xing advanced to Shinto for no reason, and participated in the Nanjun God War with the body of a city god. If he doesn't restrain it and wait for him to grow, maybe the grasshopper will be able to shake the tree in the end, which is the bottom line that the wood spirit god will never tolerate.

Moreover, cultivating gods is a taboo for the gods, and all the heavens and all races dare not easily violate the taboo. It is impossible for the Wood Spirit God to let his Jiangnan Divine Kingdom have a primordial god who is not controlled by his own pardon talisman. And there is obviously someone standing behind Lu Xing, as if there is a hand in the dark that pushes everything forward, against himself everywhere.

He suspected that it was the black-clothed god who had left behind last time, so imprisoning Lu Xing was the first task. If necessary, he can even kill at any cost, he started to lay out the wood spirit god before the god of Nanjun, but unfortunately he failed to kill Lu Xing in the first battle. That's why he wanted to nip Lu Xing in the bud in Yin Mountain, the sin city this time, but unfortunately, he didn't know what the outcome would be before Lingyin was destroyed.

The second task is to destroy the conspiracy of the Ghost Gate Pass as much as possible, kill as many people as possible on the way, and not let the insatiable Sin City Yinshan have a chance to eat. He was disgusted with everything in Yinshan, and he didn't want people to know his true origin. Especially the god in his head, he is planning for the future.

It's a pity that the wood spirit god didn't know that Lu Xing turned over in Yinshan Salted Fish and achieved a second-grade god. Moreover, he turned around and shattered his spiritual lead, killed Han Ting's physical body, and severely damaged his divine body again. If you know, you will probably die of depression.

"My Divine Venerable, I have heard a report from the royal secret agents that many creatures have escaped from the skies over Nanjun recently. Some have even taken root in the deep mountains and old forests of Nam-gun. Moreover, there are many wandering creatures devouring mortals as blood food in many counties in Nanjun, and there are many lonely souls and wild ghosts that climb up during Qingming to feed...... Now that the one-month deadline is coming soon, the god sacrifice celebration is ready, do you want to clear up the southern county? Sterol lay naked on the ground, his slender figure trembling with fright, but he still spoke his mind.

"The celebration of the gods will be postponed first, and as long as the mortals do not die, you can do it yourself. Also, from today onwards, you don't have to wait, I'm going to close my death, don't bother me before the time comes to destroy the country and the clan! Mu Lingshen vomited blood, didn't even look at the woman on the ground, and walked away. With a flick of his sleeves, the gate of the shrine was closed and locked.

The queen mother of the Jiangnan Imperial Court who listened to the government silently got up, put on her clothes, and looked at the withered yellow courtyard, feeling concerned.

"When do you see the old trees sprouting outside, when do you come to serve? If necessary, I will send a divine decree to let the Hokugun Shinto go south to fight. My kingdom of God can be chaotic, but it cannot be destroyed. Even if it is destroyed, it should be done by me, who dares to touch it! The last divine order of the Wood Spirit God was issued, and the sterol clan, who was still sad just now, instantly revived his face, and he was as beautiful as a peach and plum.

At this time, outside the Wishing Table, the flower snake demon on the other side looked at the Wishing Platform silently.

He had heard the terrible screams inside, and he felt a sense of sadness inexplicably. He knew that the Yin Mountain of Sin City was coming to an end, and his duties this time should also end.

"Why can't I do the same as that broken branch, why?" The snake demon felt sorry for himself, he was still affected by the spirit of the wood spirit god.

"Son, because you are loyal, and he is betraying us!" An old voice suddenly sounded in the big tree, and the colorful evil fruits fell to the ground with a clatter, as if in response.

He said that there is no such thing as absolute loyalty, but that the price of temptation is not enough. I haven't betrayed it so far, and it seems that I'm more insatiable. The basilisk picked up the fruit that had fallen from the ground, wiped it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Kid, the world is bigger than you think. He is just a superfluous branch bud growing from the giant tree of Yinshan Mountain, he thinks that he will be free if he escapes and becomes a god, but he doesn't know that there are rules for everything, just a frog at the bottom of the well. You must know that the 18,000-zhang Yin Mountain is just a small corner of the Sin City, and there are many things in these nineteen layers of hell that he can't touch at all, and the freedom of self-righteousness is the most ridiculous. The old man's voice coughed a few times, his words full of disdain for the actions of the Wood Spirit God.

"But at least he has the courage, and now there must be something wrong with the will of the Prayer Stand inside, dare you say no?" The snake demon's eyes were red, and he bit the evil fruit hatefully, as if he had sprinkled all the evil in his heart on it.

"That's right, the will of the Spiritual Altar has been extinguished, and the hard work that has been raised for tens of thousands of years has been destroyed by someone for a while. However, the blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and reincarnation has its own fixed number. The old voice replied.

"I said earlier that he smells of demons, which is very dangerous, and I suggested that you don't choose him as a guardian, but you don't listen. said that he might have a big chance, and now the big chance has ruined all your hard work, and your heart is secretly dripping blood, right? Oh, I forgot that you are the will of Yin Mountain, and you have no heart at all. But now you think you're in control, but what is it? ”

The snake demon luckily broke the jar and broke. He has never been willful once in tens of thousands of years, and today he is completely let go. He's not a clay man, he's bloody.

"It's going to end, he'll come back, he will." The old man's voice paused for a long time before it sounded slowly. I don't know who he is talking about by the will of Yin Mountain, whether it is the Wood Spirit God or Lu Xing!

On this day, it was a full month since the Hades of the Qingming Dynasty occurred. The Ghost Gate Pass entrenched in the sky above Nanjun shook strongly, directly breaking through the black hole of the earth in Honglian County and sinking into the infinite underground. The passage that was left behind was silently smoothed out as if it had never been there.

Some of the dark creatures, the broken New Realm, the heavens and all the races, and some gods who entered the Ghost Gate to find the reincarnation god treasure were all folded in the Yin Mountain of the Sin City, and never came out of it again. Only a few wise warriors who fled with broken wrists survived.

After all, the green mountains are left without worrying about no firewood.

Some of the creatures and gods of all races who escaped death after avalanches and lightning strikes in Yinshan Mountain also secretly lurked and hid in order to recuperate. Some of the Broken New Realms that had signed an agreement with the criminals of Yinshan also seized the time to find an opportunity to settle in the Tian Yuan Continent to prevent the Heavenly Clans from taking advantage of the situation and seizing the fruits of victory. There are also some remaining lowly ghosts wandering in the mortal world, using mortals as blood food to create disasters and tragedies in the world.

Honglian County in Nanjun is already a ruin in the world, and Honglian Mountain has long ceased to exist. Lord Cui, who usually burns incense and worships, has never come forward to bless the people, and the county commander Yang He has already died with his family in the city, and he did not bat at the broken Red Lotus Mountain before he died.

The streets and alleys of Honglian County are full of broken rocks, and only some wandering lonely ghosts are foraging for food.

The surrounding Si County, Jie County and other places have also been greatly affected. Many living beings took the opportunity to raise the tiger flag and set up new gods to collect faith. Some ghost kings of the underworld in Nanjun, heavenly beings and local first- and second-grade pardon talisman gods of various ranks fought for the position, stirring the Nanjun Shinto into a pot of porridge, and they all wanted to be the masters and gods in the troubled times.

At this time, in the ruined land of Red Lotus Mountain, a golden-robed figure groped for the brand-new City God King Seal in his hand, sighed, and then broke through the earth and went straight into the underworld, frightening the surrounding ghosts to flee in all directions.

In the ruins of the original Sword Pavilion in Nanjun, a middle-aged man with a broken arm and leg was holding a snow-white broadsword and muttered to himself: Senior brother, I got you back, and we went home. The snow-white broadsword vibrated softly, as if in response to the man's words.

In the depths of the waters of the South China Sea, bordering Good Hope Island, the southernmost tip of the Jiangnan Kingdom, the goddess Ling Zhuya held the dragon ball and went straight into the Dragon Palace of the South China Sea.

In the land of Nanjun, a huge skeleton shelf is running wildly, collecting scattered bones and inserting them on its body as it goes. The golden skull attracted the attention of many living beings, but no one dared to provoke it easily. Above that head is a crown of skeletons, and the king travels, and if he violates it, he will die.

In Nanjun, an aimless black dragon wanders around among the lofty mountains. Everywhere he went, the tribe made a local chicken, fly and jump, and whoever dared to disagree was sucked out of his soul by his black and white eyes, and it seemed to be looking for a mysterious person named Lu Xing;

Jiuquan Township, Honglian County, has become a ruin because of the disaster, and the original wine and food have long become a memory. However, not long ago, at the original site of the broken Tiger Temple in the countryside, a black-clothed young man secretly dug out a strange-looking statue of the Tiger Arhat from the depths of the ground and kissed it like a treasure for a long time.

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In the underworld, more than half of the three days have passed, and the dark moon is still high in the sky, but there are still six days left before the end of the dark moon disaster.

At this moment, the world is the way. The Jiangnan Imperial Court issued a decree of the wood spirit: six days later, the northern county Shinto collectively marched south. Regain Nanjun and return humanity to peace!