In order to hold this commodity explanation conference, the Giant Bone Gang not only demolished their own front yard, but also forcibly demolished their neighbors and forcibly reorganized a large piece of land.

This is the ghost world, but there has never been such a thing as human rights protection, living next to the headquarters of a big gang, it can only be said that he didn't cultivate in his previous life, and when it was clear that he was going to bully you, he really didn't even have a place to cry.

However, the Giant Bone Gang didn't encounter any obstacles to doing this this time, because the frequency of fighting the Heavenly Ladder here has been too high recently, and it will affect the pond fish at every turn, not only demolishing houses and destroying courtyards, but even the ghosts who live nearby have already died a lot.

Even if there is any luck left, when the immortal will develop rapidly, they have all become the first wave of members to be absorbed, and they have become "brothers and sisters" in the morning, helping to pull ghosts everywhere, and now they have all become small leaders, Shuang Shuang is lying down waiting to collect money, and when they hear that the conference needs a venue, they all happily take the initiative to demolish the house and cooperate.

Ghosts have no entity, theoretically, only a small amount of space is needed to accommodate a huge amount of ghosts, so a bunch of gangs in the ghost market, there are hundreds of thousands of ghosts at every turn, or even millions of jumps, but the headquarters is only a small room, for an overall tablet or spirit monument, if it weren't for too many zombies, the giant bone gang wouldn't need such a large piece of land.

But this time, the ghosts who want to come to the conference are far more than just 100,000 or million, Wen Quzhi's original estimated number is in the hundreds of millions, but in fact, he found that he still underestimated the ghost world, and the members who came to participate were actually one billion, one billion came in like this, and this may be only a small number from the ghost market.

...... It's really worthy of being a species that is always playing with the sea of numbers, once the number is raised, among the seven realms, no one can compare to the ghost clan, and even the other six realms together can't do it!

Looking at it, the venue where the space cascading expansion technique has been laid out is already a black oppression, I don't know how many zombies, skeleton demons, and ghouls have gathered together, and even Yaksha is flying in the air.

Almost none of them have intact bodies, few skins, missing arms, broken torsos, and even headless and severed heads, they are really everything, or their bodies are rotten, or there are a few pieces of rotten flesh hanging on the broken skeleton, one by one, and they are all the "poor people" among the zombies.

As for those zombies with a certain degree of cultivation, their appearance is relatively complete, their eyes are as bright as electricity, and they even have long hair on their rotten bodies, but the thicker the hair on their bodies, the stronger the evil aura they emit, and their strength far exceeds that of their peers, but it is ...... The smell of corpses emitted from the body is also stronger, of course, it is the disgust of the Chinese, from this point of view, the ghost thing is disgusted by the sky, it is really not unreasonable, even if the practice is strong, it is useless, and the basic health is hopeless.

These "brothers and sisters" crowded the huge venue, rubbing shoulders one after another, and the whole venue was filled with the smell of blood and corpses, but the ghosts did not care, and they had long been accustomed to this.

Wen Qu thought that he would not be able to bear it, even if he was well-informed, he had seen any tragic scene, and he had never encountered this kind of scene, even if it was prevented during this time, he should at least have the urge to gag, but after the Yin ghost changed into a red fish, his sense of smell and taste also changed, and he was not disgusted by smelling these breaths.

Compared with this endless sea of zombies, Wen Qubing pays more attention to the little blue fire floating in mid-air.

The number of these ghost fires is overwhelmingly more than that of zombies, every zombie on the ground, there must be hundreds of ghost fires, like fluorescent lights dancing around the ups and downs, these are all ghosts, and these fireflies are not enough to see, what is really worth paying attention to is still those tablets floating in the air.

Tablets, small ones are only the size of a palm, and the big ones are like tombstones, dotted with fireflies around them, not living in and out, and the layers of light are almost connected, like a galaxy across the sky, I don't know how many ghosts are hidden.

According to Wen Quai's cognition, those small tablets can probably store thousands to more than 10,000 dead souls, and the large ones have been specially refined, the material is first-class, and the inhabited Yin Souls can even be millions, and when you look at it, the tablets in the entire venue are floating like a sea, dense, and even you don't know how many there are for a while, and the ghosts who come to participate in this grand event are said to be billion, tens of billions, which is definitely not underestimated.

Most of these are just brothers and sisters in the association, they are considered cadre levels, not the lowest level of members, if you count the members, the number is three or four times more than the one here, and the members of the Immortal Society say that there are tens of billions of less.

It feels like so many members, all of whom belong to their own organizations, to look up to themselves, to look forward to themselves, and perhaps even to worship themselves...... It's really amazing, throughout the ages, I don't know how many Terran emperors are left who can compare with themselves, have so many "people", and the numerical advantage of the ghost clan is really terrifying......

However, water can carry boats, and can also overturn boats, these ghosts are all asking for something, if they can't meet their expectations next, wait a minute, it is estimated that they don't have to wait for those who are lurking in the dark, think about the enemy who demolishes the stage, and they will be directly divided by these rioting ghosts.

If you want to get through the next hurdle, you have to cheer up and do your best......

Standing alone on the high platform, Wen Quzhi looked down at the hundreds of millions of ghosts below, met their gaze, silently felt their expectations and the pressure of carrying that hope, and after Turing, who served as the master of ceremonies, announced the start of the conference, he still stood on the stage silently, calmly bearing their gaze, and deliberately maintained the silence of the venue.

The whole venue fell into a dead silence, because it was a gathering of ghosts, there was no sound of breathing, and the eyes of hundreds of millions of ghosts were focused on the Holy Son Chilu on the stage, guessing why he never said a word? Why did he look at it with such a gaze? Some of the ghosts were active and began to wonder if the Holy Son wanted to hint at something? Only when they understood what the Holy Son wanted to express could they be qualified to contact the Fountain of Immortality in the future? This was a screening of members?

There are also ghosts who are skeptical, wondering if the Holy Son is in a weak heart, whether the Fountain of Immortality is a hoax from beginning to end, and whether they are thinking about how to fool this scene and then wait for an opportunity to run away? If yes, then it's really not good, I have invested all my life in it, although the basic entrance fee is only a penny, but in order to be able to upgrade to brothers and sisters, I pulled a bunch of ghosts into the club, and took the initiative to pay the membership fee for them, a lot of this money is still borrowed, and if the immortal spring is proven to be a scam, all the investments are wasted, and the ghost collects debts, and he is an ant on a hot pot, how is this good......

After a long period of silence, hundreds of millions of ghosts were under tremendous pressure, and in the silence, an undercurrent began to float, and every ghost in the venue felt as if something big was going to happen next, and it was really a blessing and a blessing to continue to stay here...... Should I go, should I be agitated, should I be agitated, what should I do......

It was not only the ordinary ghosts below who were nervous by this pressure, but even Turing, who was the owner of the venue, and the ghost market giants such as Rotten Wood, Basking Wuyan, and Phantom who were watching the ceremony in the front row, all felt uneasy, even if they were powerful, they could shake the audience with their palms, even if the hundreds of millions of ghosts below really rioted, it was impossible to endanger themselves, but they also felt ...... It's as if I'm sitting on a crater that is about to burst at any moment, and it's very unsafe.

Just before the commotion was about to break out, the stage had been paying close attention to the movements of all parties, and Wen Quzhi, who had carefully created momentum, finally opened his mouth.

"Hello brothers and sisters, I am Chilu, your family, and your patriarch. ”

A sentence that broke the silence, the huge pressure accumulated in the venue instantly came to naught, and some of the undead couldn't even bear such a collection and release, and when they heard the words, they exploded directly and died on the spot, while the rest were basically relieved, liberated from the heavy pressure, so that every word spoken by the Holy Son was like fairy music fluttering in the ears.

“...... Today, Chilu is happy to join you in this greatest gathering in the history of the ghost world to fight for the freedom of our race!"

Wen Quzhi said loudly: "Thousands of times ago, there was a great ghost and witch king...... Today we are standing under its symbolic figure...... The establishment of the Ghost Realm Royal Court, the implementation of this important initiative, for the ghosts that have been scorched in the flames of injustice for hundreds of billions of eternity, is like a huge lighthouse that brings the light of hope, just like the joyful dawn that is about to end the long night of confinement......"

The source of the ghost city in Xudu, the ghosts gathered here are all very clear, but this is the past that belongs to the past thousands of years ago, even if it is the deeds of the former lord of the ghost clan and the eternals who are high above, it is too far away for them, no one feels honored and honored, and between the looks of Gu Pan, the eyes they see are confused.

“...... However, after all eternities, the ghost clan still hasn't gotten the freedom it deserves!"

"After all eternities, the ghost clan is still tragically staggering under the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and the Six Realms!"

"After all eternity, the ghost clan still lives on a poor island in the invincible Han Sea!"

"After eternity, the ghost clan is still crying in the heavens and all worlds, and still feels that they are wandering in the world!"

The tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and every sentence thrown out by Wen Quai's illness aroused the regret in the hearts of every ghost thing present, from the powerful to the ordinary lonely soul, and the hatred and anger in the chest were all touched by the words, remembering those questions that usually do not stop or stop.

...... Why is it such a miserable thing to be born as a ghost?

...... Why do you become a demon or a demon, but you don't have the pain of the sun and the wind, and why is it unique to ghosts?

...... Why is the Heavenly Dao bent on suppressing the ghost race? Why should we be ostracized by the whole world and not have to resist?

God is unfair! There is no benevolence in the world! Regard my ghost clan as the garbage of all worlds, obviously we have the strongest power in the seven worlds, no matter the demons, immortals and Buddhas, they are all ghosts in the end, but they will be suppressed by heaven and earth, and they can only sink in misery and misery forever!

The atmosphere in the field has changed dramatically again, compared to the deathly silence just now, this time the surging dark tide is more intense, the tide of resentment and hatred, in an instant, swept every ghost in the field, arousing their deepest hatred and resentment, although there is no sound of breathing here, but it is full of gnashing teeth, and it will explode at any time.

“...... So, we're here today!"

Wen Quzhi said in a long voice: "Although His Majesty the Ghost Monarch was brutally suppressed by the Heavenly Dao in order to lead us to freedom, it still cares about us and leaves us with the last hope that we can continue to pursue freedom...... Ladies and gentlemen, this hope left by Your Majesty is called ...... The Fountain of Immortality!"

Wen Qu's sick hand was raised, and in the venue, a large area of red mist was immediately sprinkled, and it fell one after another, and the yin qi condensed on the way, turning into red water, and it turned out to be a blood rain in the field.

In other places, the blood rain is indeed terrible, often indicating the coming of a huge disaster, but in the ghost world there is nothing, many places will regularly rain blood, just a very common natural phenomenon, nothing to make a fuss about, seeing the blood rain from the sky, most of the hundreds of millions of ghosts in the audience are disappointed, and there are ghosts directly scolding underneath.

"The Fountain of Immortality is the rain of blood?

"I thought you had some magical powers, but it just rained some blood, even I can do this kind of trick, you eat!"

"Holy Son, my net worth and life are all on you, don't hurt me to lose all my money!"

"It doesn't matter if you want to lie to me, but don't leak it so easily, I'm going to go out and deceive other ghosts!"

Angry scolding, questioning, one after another in the venue, the ghost clan has never been a patient species, as soon as there is a grievance, there is an immediate reaction, to vent it, but before these grievances converge and surging towards Wen Quai, the voice disappears at once, turning into all kinds of surprises, sounding everywhere.

Wen Quzhi smiled slightly, not surprised by this result.

...... Seventy percent of the mushrooms in my hands are all ground and sprinkled, if there is no such effect, it will be wasted!