"Ten years, twenty years, as long as you can close the door of the Demon Realm here, you will always support it." Sen Luo calmly sat in the center of this circular pure land and said. There are no ghosts or ghosts in a radius of several miles, and this place has already become a forbidden area in the ghost domain.

It was difficult for Senro to reach the depths of the Ghost Realm, but it was also difficult for the powerful ghosts in the depths to come here and kill this skeleton ghost—strength was both their pride and their restraint. Only near the gates of the Demon Realm can these powerful ghosts maintain their existence, otherwise the terrifying power will probably destroy themselves.

They only need to exist, and they can continuously radiate their own power, maintain the existence of the ghost domain, make the demons in the ghost domain stronger, and at the same time expand the territory they occupy to the demon world - after reaching a certain range, if they become the lord of the demon world and get the feedback of the demon world, then they can move freely at that time.

The existence of Sen Luo is a thorn, and it is a thorn that is getting bigger and deeper, and it will gradually become a sharp blade, constantly killing the demonic energy they disperse, and this pure land has actually received the blessing of the king of the earth, Bodhisattva, and constantly soothes the resentment of the ghosts here, even if you don't need to enter the pure land, you can also eliminate the resentment and re-enter the reincarnation.

Mori Luo went to this place to meditate, and the dry mountains and rivers near it were also quite impressive, and the body damaged in the battle with the demon general had to be repaired slowly, so the samurai with this skeleton did not go out again.

Time passes, this pure land does not increase a point or subtract a point, in the daytime only a much weaker daylight than in the past years shines through the clouds to shine here, but this is already the only place within a radius of hundreds of miles of direct sunlight, at night there is moonlight sprinkled, shining on the dry mountains and water here, more and more cold. The skeletal warrior was unobtrusive, still wrapped in a tattered robe, and his movements remained untouched for days, months, and years.

The black clouds rolled up by the Demon Gate were also getting thicker and thicker, but they just couldn't overshadow this Pure Land. On this day, in the light of the sun, the bones moved. Shaking off the ashes from his tattered robe, Sen Luo picked up the long knife with his bony right hand and propped himself up like a crutch.

Sen Luo moved his bones and made a creaking sound, and the robe on his body flashed and disappeared, "It's broken a lot" He sighed, the mana of the original monk on this robe for many years finally dissipated, and the monk's robe that can be called a magic robe is now just a collar of shabby clothes.

However, Sen Robben is already a skeleton ghost, and there are no leaks on his body, and wearing robes is just a habit in his life and he doesn't want to be shocking - after all, he also has to walk on earth. The skeletal warrior tidied up his clothes, but there was really nothing to tidy up in tatters, and Sen Luo also let out a wry smile, and then walked towards the Pure Land for the first time.

In the Pure Land, he left behind a string of Buddha beads made of bones, which were polished by Sen Luo using the bones of the ghost generals who broke into this place and were freed by him, and in his hands he was instilled by the Buddha's light and scriptures, as well as the polishing of Sen Luo's own heart, which was enough to suppress the Pure Land here for a period of time.

Wrapped up in his robes, he walked towards the depths of the Ghost Realm, where there was nothing in front of him, only a little bit of the road ahead illuminated by the light of the heavy clouds—not completely dark, but as if it were dusk and night. The surroundings were desolate, and there seemed to be broken flags and weapons stuck on the ground as far as the eye could see, broken carts and deer antlers everywhere, and tattered tents, but there were no corpses in them.

"The corpses have turned into ghosts, where are the original corpses like a mountain." Sen Luo walked around the battlefield, and those special traces made him notice. "These traces, footprints, knife marks, and impact marks are still exuding a terrifying magic power after decades. The demons that left these traces are even stronger than the ghosts at the Demon Gate, and they are much stronger," the skeleton warrior was also very vigilant.

The reason for the creation of this ghost domain is that when the ghost will be exceeded, Sen Luo already knows a rough idea - even if this ghost general didn't know the ins and outs when he was killed, he has more or less known some reasons over the years. It was the demon army that slaughtered the army, and after all the demon soldiers who were killed, they found that this demon army that killed both sides at the same time was only about 200 people in total.

However, each of them can be called a big demon, hundreds of thousands of troops, together with a similar number of servants, women and children, plus the hundreds of thousands of former Ming troops and tens of thousands of Eight Banner soldiers in the Tartars, were slaughtered in one night, and according to those ghost generals who died late, the other party was even a little careless.

These demon armies have seized the essence blood of millions of people and the souls of most ordinary people, turned them into their food and devoured them all, and the remnants of the souls left behind and some of the military souls have formed the ghost domain here - even mainly caused by the demonic energy left by those demon armies and the gate of the demon realm that was opened when they came.

What Sen Luo saw now was the traces left by these demon armies, "Huge horseshoe prints." Oh, this is a tiger's claw? Haven't seen this before? There are also barefoot marks" He walked all the way, and he could see those marks along the way, and he also reconstructed the picture of that time in his heart.

It was a monster made of metal, wielding a huge double-headed sword to slash at the living. It was as if half a human had grown from the neck of a huge tiger, slaughtering those soldiers with its terrifying and huge twin knives and tiger head and claws. It was the same monster, but it was replaced by a giant crocodile

"Even the Vajra Secret Bodhisattva has it? No, it's just the same monster" Sen Luo seemed to see the two Vajra Secret Bodhisattvas guarding the mountain gate, one was angry and "hum", and the other was angry and "ha", these two monsters with a height of six feet were killing mortals like chopping melons and vegetables with their invincible iron fists and explosive qi as weapons.

"It's really the Great Ghost God King, the Great Anger Look," Sen Luo said, looking at the footprints on the ground. It's such a monster, slaughtering millions of people overnight, "It's really careless, what if it's serious, it's tens of millions!" "Sen Luo is also a member of the battle array, so he naturally knows how terrifying these monsters really are—what they have shown is only one percent of their true ability, right?

If you rely on demonic energy alone, you may be able to kill a million soldiers in one night, and the reason why you do it may be just to complete some kind of order.