275 Ghost Towns and Ghost Domains
The world is gradually on the right track, but Fu Yang is very clear that for monks, the source of merit is a problem.
He urgently summoned Tai Bai Xing, and the two sat down and talked.
"Your Majesty, I have dealt with the affairs of the world in recent days, and I want to turn my attention to the underworld." Tai Bai Xing said with a smile.
"Yes, but I still need your help with one thing." Fu Yang nodded.
After a war, Fu Yang can be said to have been baptized with iron blood, and he no longer has a giggling appearance on his body, and he looks solemn and serious.
This is also what Tai Bai Xing wants to see, a Heavenly Emperor cannot act arbitrarily like a child who will never grow up.
The last Jade Emperor, the Emperor of the Three Realms, the heavens were in awe, what a majesty it was, it was simply a word of the law, and the heavens and the earth collapsed.
"Your Majesty proposed, and Weichen naturally helped." Too platinum star road.
In fact, Tai Bai Xing had already calculated it, and he had already thought of countermeasures.
The Ghost Domain is a ruined place in the Heavenly Realm, in which an extremely dense Yin Qi is brewing, and he has lived for a long time, and he has a large number of immortal weapons in his mind to probe the location of the Ghost Domain.
The Evil Talisman is a simple magic weapon, not an immortal weapon, but a simplified magic weapon.
Its prototype is the Nine Evil Array Talismans of the Trapped Heavens, once sacrificed, an immortal array covers the heavens and the earth, and continuously extracts all kinds of yin and evil qi to maintain it.
The Tai Bai Xing is just peeling off the cocoon, preserving the ability to find evil, as long as the materials are sufficient, it can be continuously refined.
In this way, things were much simpler, and Fu Yang immediately sent ghost messengers to various ghost towns to collect Yin God tokens.
He had to do two things in one fell swoop, raising troops to march into the former vassal plane.
One ghost after another traveled through the sky, shuttling through the void of the underworld.
The ghost is a god with the most oil and water, and it catches ghosts wandering in the world every day. You can gain hundreds or thousands of merits.
Some sinful evil ghosts are entrenched in the ghost nest, pull out one, and basically have tens of thousands of years of merit in the bag, I simply envy the dead ghosts, and I can freely travel back and forth between the two worlds of yin and yang, which can be described as a beautiful difference.
Now the concept of the underworld has changed slightly. Being able to have a magic weapon of flight, just like the rich man of the earth, is very eye-catching.
Moreover, with the identity of a god, the spirit clan in the underworld basically retreated three points, for fear of causing a mistake and inviting the disaster of extermination.
Fu Yang will not indulge many spirit clans and underworld beasts, and he will be fine if he knows his duty, if he is arrogant. That's very sorry, eighteen layers of hell, choose one layer and stay honest.
Hundreds of ghost towns scattered in the underworld ushered in a ghost mission on this day.
Like locusts swept by, swept away until the essence was swept away, the token jade seal books were ......, and all kinds of tokens were too many to count.
Fu Yang is not worried. The ghost can hide the important artifact immortal weapon privately, as long as he can have that strength. He didn't stop at all.
Those are all the things left by the lord of the ghost city 10,000 years ago, and there are forbidden existences on them, and they are not easy to obtain.
A few days.
In the ghost city of Xudu, the ghosts returned one after another, piling up the tokens they had taken on the ground. It's as high as a hill.
At the same time, Tai Bai Xing rushed to produce a batch of Stygian Mountain Orders, which were tokens that could enter and exit the Stygian Mountain Ghost Domain.
Originally, the Three Thousand Daomen had been worrying about where to obtain merit in the future, and the son was hung out in the Stygian Mountain. The worries of my heart were removed.
There are 5,000 pieces in total, one with 1,000 merits, and the price is neither high nor low.
But every sect can make it up, and basically ordinary sects can exchange one for one, so that the strongest monks in the sect can go to gain merit, so as to feed the sect.
The main top ten sects have all exchanged about a hundred.
The forbidden area of the Daomen reappeared and was exchanged for as many as a thousand.
For a while, the abandoned ghost town of the Stygian Mountain became lively, and five thousand monks formed a group to brush up on the copy.
The leader is the three Yuanying monks, all because the information of the ghost domain of the Stygian Mountain was announced together, and there are Yuanying level ghost domain creatures in it, and if they are not handled properly, they will be in danger of being wiped out.
A door of light appeared, and a sinister aura poured out.
Many of the monks did not show signs of panic, and all of them were gearing up, hoping for a big victory.
Now the cultivator's thinking has changed, and he has put merit in the first place.
In the past, a herb that replenished qi and blood was a big fight, but now it is disdainful, in the past, cultivation resources were the top priority, but from the day the merit can be exchanged, they will fight for the merit.
It's like, if you need a herb that can be exchanged for merit, why waste time and energy by searching all over the world.
Merit already exists like money, and the most important thing is that the leaders of the three thousand Dao Sects found that there were still sin values, and they did not dare to do anything that harmed the heavens and peace.
In the entire cultivation world, there must be some things that imitate the Demon Dao, such as extracting the essence blood of ordinary people, refining and strengthening one's own body, or devouring the qi and blood of babies.
These sins are recorded on the book of life and death, and as long as they are done, they will be imprinted on it for life and for life, and cannot be erased.
The three Yuanying monks took the lead, followed by a wave of monks, like a rolling tide.
As soon as he entered the ghost domain, he couldn't help frowning when he looked at the harsh environment.
The body of a centipede, with its abdomen full of human faces, looks terrifying.
A sword light appeared, directly slashing through the body of the centipede with a human face, black dirty blood spilled on the ground, and the two bodies fell to the ground, twitching a few times from time to time.
This is the head of Shushan, dressed in green clothes, holding a three-foot Qingfeng, looking unruly, taking out the land token and looking at it, he immediately said excitedly: "This thing is worth one hundred and thirty merits." ”
The centipede is at most at the level of qi refining, and it is too simple to kill, as if it was picked up for nothing.
You must know that the worst in the crowd is a cultivator, who exists at the peak of Qi refining, and has no resources to break through.
It is estimated that once this time passes, the monastic world will usher in a blowout.
"Who dares to make a mistake here?"
An angry roar came from the sky, and a large number of ghost creatures were hidden on a piece of blood red, since the last time the Tai Bai Xing hit the faceless, the Emperor of Youruo has been in a state of rage almost every day.
"Kill, that's all merit!" Yuan Chengzi shouted with blazing eyes.
A group of monks were like chicken blood, their whole body was boiling, and there were no more terrifying creatures in front of them, but moving pills and magic weapons, which were all resources.
Three sharp spiritual rays suddenly pierced into the blood cloud, splashing a large amount of dirty blood, accompanied by a roar of pain.
Not to be outdone, many monks have come up with the strongest means to gain more merit.
If there is no accident this time, you can basically return with a full load, exchange it for a dead foundation building, break through to the realm of foundation building in one fell swoop, and become a master.
As a result, the Three Thousand Gates have risen, and the glorious era will be reproduced again. (To be continued.) )