"Jiang Ziya's husband saw that Ma was trampled to death by Ji Fa on a horse, but he didn't say anything, husband and wife, so cold." Shen Gongbao picked up Jiang Ziya's bloody head with a look of disdain.

Hearing that Ma was dead, Chu Feng was silent, these days, Ma got up early and was greedy for darkness, cleaning the courtyard, cooking, feeding the military horses, and taking care of Nezha's giant baby, it can be said that it is better than before, I don't know how many times, such a person, because of one of his mistakes, was trampled to death by a horse, a pity, a pity. However, fortunately, she is not a nameless person, and she can be canonized in the future.

"Brother Dao, Jiang Ziya, as a person who should be robbed, is not so easy to die, I brought his head back, just hoping that you will cast a spell to seal his head, so as not to be saved by the twelve golden immortals with secret methods." This time, Shen Gongbao obviously has a brain, unlike before, pit himself and others.

Chu Feng nodded, took Jiang Ziya's head, and the figure disappeared, and reappeared in a mysterious space.

The space here is shattered, there are black holes everywhere, the golden sharp qi that pierces the sky, the sound created, sharp and abnormal, flickering and flickering, and the qi is depressed, like an abandoned world.

"What is this place?" Jiang Ziya's head suddenly spoke.

Chu Feng had long expected that Jiang Zi would not die so easily, and when he heard Jiang Ziya speak, he still looked calm.

"This is the space for the Poor Dao to cultivate the White Emperor Golden Emperor Slash, and there is Jin Rui Qi everywhere, which can just seal you. By the way, Poor Dao reminds you, don't try to escape from the black hole, you will definitely die after entering with your cultivation. ”

Jiang Ziya's head looked around for a while, his brows furrowed, this is indeed a natural prison cell, trapped here, and the possibility of escaping is completely non-existent. It's also hard for people from outside to find here.

Chu Feng lost the interest in going on, threw Jiang Ziya's head casually, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait" Jiang Ziya's head floated over, sighed, and looked sad: "Brother Dao, give Ma a stick of incense for me." ”

People are about to die, and their hearts are also mourning, going up the mountain to cultivate, fifty years without will, stepping into the mortal world, the merit is not accomplished, and the body dies first. It can be said that the woman who impressed him the most was the woman who lived with him for several months, Ma.

Chu Feng didn't answer, and disappeared.

In the afternoon, the sky was clear, and it rained continuously, which seemed to be mourning the tens of thousands of soldiers who died, the battle of Qinglong Pass, Zhang Guifang was killed in battle, Ma was trampled to death, tens of thousands of soldiers of the Shang Dynasty, half surrendered, half died in battle, and the people who surrendered did not mention, the tens of thousands of people who died, but they were not qualified to be on the god list. At this time, the underworld was not yet perfect, and the possibility of these people becoming lonely ghosts was very high.

Chu Feng, who was sitting quietly in the Dan room, looked at the drizzle outside the house through the window, with a gloomy face.

"Perhaps, what should the poor Dao do?"

……

At night, the rain still didn't stop, wantonly squandering her energy that she hadn't used up during the day. Qinglong Pass, which was immersed in darkness, sounded a cry from time to time, like a child's cry, and like a night supper, sharp and abnormal.

The soldiers of Zhou who patrolled the city, holding their spears, shrunk their heads, and muttered curses to the people who sent him out.

Suddenly, a black shadow floated by, like a ghost.

Sergeant Zhou was so frightened that he retreated several steps back, his face was pale.

Well, it was another black shadow, and when it passed by Sergeant Zhou's side, it emitted a chill that only existed in the Nine Hells.

"Hell!"

Sergeant Zhou couldn't bear it anymore, so he ran away. Due to the rain everywhere on the ground, Sergeant Zhou didn't run far before he slipped and fell into a puddle, motionless, thinking that he had fainted.

Half a sound passed, and another black shadow floated by, and surprisingly, these black shadows all went in the same direction - the west.

At this moment, in the col between Qinglong Pass and Qishan, one by one, the soldiers lay on the ground, and the thick blood qi rushed straight to the sky.

A few black shadows that had appeared in the pass before came to the col and jumped into the air. If anyone were here, look up and see thousands of dark shadows floating in the air.

The cold wind blew, and a dense cry came from thousands of dark shadows, and even the monks would be furious when they saw this scene.

Chu Feng, in the center of the mountain col, sat cross-legged, and kept chanting the "Duren Sutra" that covered the world in his mouth, surpassing these souls who died because of the war.

In fact, it is better to say that it is exceeding, it is better to say that it is purification, and there is no formal underworld at present, and these ghosts cannot enter the so-called underworld at all.

As time passed, in the misty drizzle, the baby-like crying became less and less, and the black shadows became more and more, and by the second half of the night, there were more than 20,000 people, and the number of people clearly exceeded the death toll of the merchant army.

"These are the souls of Zhou Jun, and the host is overtaken together, no matter in that world, the little people have always been like floating, humble in life, humble in death, no one knows."

The voice of the system sounded in Chu Feng's mind.

"Okay, let's go over it together." Chu Feng sped up his recitation of the "Duren Sutra", and this group of souls who died in the battle of the gods and had no words to say in the end fell silent.

When there was still an hour before dawn, Chu Feng, who had completed the transcendence, stepped into the midst of more than 20,000 dead souls.

"But can anyone speak?"

The black shadow buzzed, and the last white-haired old pawn came out and said with a dull expression: "Shangxian"

Chu Feng was ashamed when he saw the old soldier wearing the clothes of the merchant army.

"What's your name? Where do you live? ”

The old pawn shook his head, bluntly saying that he couldn't remember.

Chu Feng observed the soul consciousness of the old soldier with his divine sense, and found that the soul was not complete, which means that the "Duren Sutra" did not find all their three souls and six spirits.

"Poor Dao mana is limited, and I can't get all of your souls back, I'm ashamed."

The old pawn turned his head and looked blankly to the east.

"Alive—Coming Home"

Chu Feng couldn't answer, so he had to turn his head, when he didn't face some things, he felt that it was nothing, but when he really faced it, he suddenly touched the softest piece of his heart.

"Come home alive, come home alive......"

The old pawn staggered towards the east, his voice getting quieter and quieter.

Chu Feng watched the old pawn disappear before he said to the remaining souls: "Poor Dao sealed you here, and he has perfected the mansion of the earth, and someone has come to guide you." ”

The more than 20,000 revenants did not respond in any useful way except for a buzz.

In half an hour, Chu Feng laid out a sealing formation, sealed more than 20,000 ghosts inside, and set up a soul gathering banner in the middle, hoping to collect the remaining souls.

There was still half an hour before dawn, and Chu Feng was about to leave.

Five hundred steps to the east, two figures appeared, just blocking Chu Feng's way.

"Chu Daoyou, hand over Senior Brother Jiang's head, and let you go."

Finally got Jiang Ziya's head in his hands, how could Chu Feng be willing to return it.

"Manjushri Daoyou, Fuxian Daoyou, isn't it three days later, why can't you bear it so quickly."