The palace was chaotic inside and out, and there were often crowds of people running inside, and fighting and fighting could be seen everywhere.

Groups of witch sacrifices are combined to fight against evil spirits, and the witches inspire supernatural powers, relying on their own gods and demons to kill demons and evil spirits.

The scattered and fleeing princes Fang Bo, and the witch priests they carried, also used their own means to tear a road under the cover of the overwhelming souls of the dead, but at this moment, the entire Xun capital city was turned into ghosts, and the big array was not unraveled, and no one could leave here.

The streets were completely transformed into a world of ghosts, and the living trembled in fear.

And the witch altar outside has become the center of the storm at this moment, everyone is avoiding here, avoiding here, thousands of evil spirits are ravaging, the most powerful witch priests and groups of inhuman monks are also fighting nearby.

Qingyang, Jia Yi, Che Shao and others scattered the paper talismans one by one as if they didn't want money, and the spirit talismans turned into fire, constantly cutting off and tearing the surrounding demons, but this was just ordinary evil ghosts.

Some powerful fierce spirits and evil ghosts, the existence of the incarnation of witch priests after death, each of them is also an extremely powerful existence, for many years, most of the witch sacrifices and witches who died in battle, or died accidentally, most of them are buried in this Xun capital.

At this moment, all of them crawled out, carrying with them the souls of the dead who had died over the years and been detained, buried, and sacrificed, and the number was far beyond their imagination.

The magic weapon in his hand was waved, and the spiritual light of the talisman flickered, illuminating the dark place.

That was the only hope and fire that the common people and mortals of Xundu could see.

Many monks and witch sacrifices and some powerful evil spirits fought back and forth, and the black ghost aura filled the whole Xun without seeing the light of day, and the gray smoke drifted like ashes after the city was burned.

At the same time, they were also paying attention to the dialogue and battle between Qingyun and King Huan, and everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they watched King Huan suppress Qingyun little by little.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that the netherworld, which should not have been opened, was opened at this moment.

The familiar sound of the heavy netherworld door knocking open, like a heavy hammer striking on everyone's soul.

The darkness spread from under their feet, causing thousands of people in Xundu to stop at the same time.

Standing on the earth, everyone is like facing an abyss, as if they move casually, they will fall into that terrifying and dark netherworld, the land of reincarnation.

"Netherworld?"

"The gates of the underworld are open!"

"Don't move, don't move!" roared an old witch priest, who had participated in the Battle of Xuanyuan.

"Is it because the ghost thing was born and opened?, or is it ......" Qingyang looked at the dark abyss under his feet, looked at Jia Yi sluggishly, and found that the other party also thought of something, and his face was blue at the moment.

"He noticed this?"

The two of them seemed to see the book of life and death as heavy as a mountain again, and the pen settled on life and death, and the ancestral god of Xuanyuan Kingdom, who was like a god and demon, splashed blood in the sky.

Some of the old people, witch priests, sorcerers, and officials who survived the battle of Xuanyuan Kingdom recalled that terrifying scene again at this moment.

Then I saw that a bright light appeared under the earth, as if at this moment, the earth turned into night, and the sky was full of stars.

"What's that?"

"What's that?"

One after another, the stars vibrated and shot out, rushing out from under the earth with brilliant light, flying into the sky one by one, and sliding into the distance.

One after the other, one after the other, as if there was no end in sight.

The people of Xundu stood on the earth, just like that, watching the bright light of Xunlan rush into the sky, thousands of ways blooming together, as if blooming dazzling fireworks.

The beauty of this scene is dizzying, and the shock is overwhelming.

One after another, fierce pillars of light rose from the depths of the earth, centering on Xundu, dispersing the dark clouds in the sky.

The sun breaks through the dark clouds and shines on the earth, breaking through all the ghosts.

One after another the stars rose from the ground, constantly scattered to all parts of the mountains and seas, and immediately someone wanted to stop the stars from rushing into the sky, but just like a mayfly shaking a tree, it was instantly defeated by the light of the stars, the body was shattered, and the soul was scattered.

No one with the qualifications of the Mandate of Heaven can stop the edict of the underworld that rushes out of the netherworld.

This scene frightened everyone to stop their movements immediately, and Xun Du stood in place in a sluggish position and did not move.

"Emperor, Wang Huanhua, Emperor of Longqiu!"

An indifferent whisper in the darkness exploded like thunder.

The voice seemed to have the power to control all life and death, so that everyone could not resist, as if the words were followed, and heaven and earth echoed it.

A pillar of light rose into the sky, and a star fell from the sky, sliding out of a beautiful intersect, dragging a long trajectory, and falling into the body of King Huan, who was standing on the altar of the witch god.

In an instant, I saw endless brilliance blooming on his body, and King Huan, who was old and insisted on taking his last breath, slowly closed his eyes.

Then, a demon-like figure stepped out of its decaying and aging body.

The whole person was dressed in a majestic imperial robe, wearing a dragon crown, a face as white as a crown of jade, and eyes like stars, everything was as if he had just stepped into the realm of mountains and seas.

Huan Wanghua instantly seemed to have returned to the incomparable young Xunwang period, the king's breath swept like the sun, with majesty in his eyes, and the power and momentum emanating from his body overwhelmed and spread to the entire Xundu.

Out of the darkness, eight horses burned with flames, and the miraculous dragon horse came out of the darkness with a bronze chariot.

Huan Wanghua was dressed in the emperor's crown robe, standing on top of this bronze chariot, his eyes swept over the entire Xundu, and the whole person underwent earth-shaking changes.

Xun was up and down, and everyone looked at King Huan in disbelief, and they didn't know what happened to him.

Only the Inhumans from this world can probably understand what is going on.

"After death, he will be a god!" Qingyang looked at King Huan tremblingly, envy, jealousy, and disbelief could be seen in his eyes.

"Become a god! After the emperor died, it turned out to be true!" Jia Yi also roared with jealousy, but he was more concerned about the god title that King Huan obtained.

"Emperor Longqiu, does it have anything to do with Longqiu Mountain?"

The eight dragon horses roared, and rushed into the distance with their flaming bodies, and the flaming iron hooves trampled on the ground, and the whole avenue was ablaze, but this fire did not ignite anything mortal, and even the living felt a burst of warmth, as if the soul was also a little clearer.

Thousands of evil spirits that had been suppressed under the earth appeared together, and at this moment, they turned into Yin soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, kneeling on both sides of the bronze chariot.

Tens of thousands of Yin soldiers and Yin generals followed the Emperor of Longqiu, rushed out along the spacious avenue of Xundu, and at the end, they also used a prison cage and iron rope to pull a suppressed prisoner.

The ghosts and ghosts passed through the people of Xundu on the streets, stepped on the tall walls of Xundu, and the mighty army of Yin soldiers followed their emperor and rushed into the distance.

A dark gate opened under the earth, and eight dragon horses pulled the bronze chariot and broke into it under the control of the Dragon Hill Emperor.

The army of Yin soldiers also rushed into it, and with the shaking of the last pulled prisoner cart, accompanied by the clanging of chains, all the evil spirits disappeared into the present world.

"After I go, the throne will be passed on to Chongbai!"

Deep in the earth, in the Netherworld.

The army of Yin soldiers traveled all the way through the netherworld, and the bronze chariot of the emperor dragged by the dragon horse went away, and the war spirits and dead generals who had been inspired from afar also gathered together.

These dead warriors who were asleep and refused to enter reincarnation finally followed their emperor and walked towards a new chapter together.

Along the way, you can hear the roar of thousands of war spirits, the neighing of brute beasts, and the roar of war horses and chariots.

One by one, the blood-colored Dahuan banner was erected, and thousands of troops and horses followed the emperor's car away, rushing towards the distant Dragon Hill.

When they arrived at Longqiu, the undead generals who died because of the first war between Xuanyuan and Xunguo also crawled out of death one by one, and came thousands of miles to greet their emperor.

The vast army of Yin soldiers gathered together and rushed into Longqiu.

In the depths of the netherworld, a huge city, at the bottom of the dragon hill, is like a shadow.

As the evil qi and battle spirit receded, the dead qi that shrouded the entire dragon hill slowly receded, everything recovered, and heaven and earth rejuvenated.

A great dragon coiled up on the Dragon Hill, and the original Dragon Hill Mountain also began to rise inch by inch.