Ten Thousand Miles of Ghost World!

A group of marching ghost armies were marching from the Dead Realm to the realm of Buddhism and Hell, and along the way, the ghosts were excited and even joked with each other.

After destroying the Buddha Gate and hell, expelling the foreign races, the soul of Huaxia was released, and the entire ghost world was ruled by the Nuwa Ghost Emperor alone, how could this not make them excited.

Legend has it that there are countless treasures in the eighteenth layer of hell in the Buddhist Gate, and just picking up a little residue can advance by leaps and bounds. Now they can't wait to put on their wings, step on the ghost ship, and immediately reach the eighteenth floor of the Buddha Gate.

Knock knock!

Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of drumming in the sky, and the sound of drums was stirring and shocking, as if it came from the sky.

"What happened? Could it be the remnants of Buddhism?"

The ghost general who stood still, and finally picked up a life, stared at it with wide eyes.

"Get out of the way! The ground exploded. ”

In a burst of exclamations from Xiang Ji, the ghost army, which was originally like a long snake winding, was cut into several pieces. Before the crowd, the ground bulged and unfurled, and a cloud of white mist rushed out of the ground.

"This is the power of the soul!"

Xiang Ji looked up at the sky, watching the white mist like a ghost rushing into the sky.

In the distance, more and more white fog rushed into the sky, the number was so large that it was simply an upside-down meteorite rain, and finally countless white fog converged, turning into a galaxy across the sky, passing through.

Is something happening again?

Xiang Ji trembled and palpitated, and the soul power in the sky continued to converge, just like a dragon for thousands of miles.

What he didn't know at all was that this was the power of Chu Wangxian's soul, when the Feng Sui people were killed, the power was divided into five, and Nuwa shared the power of the soul of the Feng Sui people, turning into mountains and rivers and melting into the ghost world.

At this moment, the soul power of the Feng Sui people turned into a thousand thousand miles soul dragon and rushed to the depths of the ghost world.

And at this moment, in the depths of the ghost world.

In the midst of the prohibitions, you can peek into a lake, the lake is quiet, clear and transparent, but there are no fish and no plants on the shore, and the silence is extreme.

This place is ruled by Nuwa, a forbidden place in the dead realm.

Dead Lake.

Except for the Ghost Emperor Nuwa, anyone who comes here has only one word, death!

It is like hundreds of millions of streams, converging into a river, turning thousands into one. When countless ghosts reach the end of their lives, their souls dissipate and fall into soul rain, accumulating for thousands of years and turning into a dead lake.

This place is the power of the soul that is extremely pure, like a spiritual lake, containing the terrifying power of death.

If a ghost comes here and throws himself into the lake, swallows the water in the dead lake, he will immediately become an immortal, and he can turn into a ghost immortal.

In the middle of the Dead Lake, beneath the surface, there was a tree.

The underwater tree is growing strongly, and at this moment on the tree, Chu Wangxian is standing in the water.

Suddenly, Chu Wangxian shook like a tiger, opened his mouth, and a whirlwind rushed straight into the sky, like a tiger coming out of the gate.

In the sky, the rolling dragon soul has been winding and moving, constantly hovering in the sky, roaring like a dragon god.

The soul and the body are about to become one.

"The Ten Souls Gathering Heavenly Array has been broken, and the power of the soul of the Fengsui people has been liberated!"

Nuwa's eyebrows tightened and watched, and there was a hint of unwillingness between the corners of her eyebrows.

This is the formation laid by Nuwa 10,000 years ago. Through the Ten Souls Gathering Heavenly Array, Nuwa sealed one-fifth of the power of the Feng Sui people in the entire ghost world, turning them into mountains and rivers in the ghost world.

At this moment, the power of the soul of the Feng Sui people broke through the formation.

"That's enough! I came to the ghost world, but I almost had to suck up the soul power of the ghost world. The more Nuwa looked at it, the more dissatisfied she became.

I saw that the Soul Dragon of Ten Thousand Miles was here, swallowing the soul qi of the ghost world, and after finally circling, it finally turned into a torrent, like a waterfall gushing down from the whirlpool overhead, and all fell into Chu Wangxian's body.

Boom Boom!

Chu Wangxian's body roared violently, like a thunderstorm entering his body.

After swallowing the power of the soul of the Feng Sui people, Chu Wangxian's spirit became more and more powerful, and his whole body released the combat power of destroying the world, and his cultivation was even higher from the first level of the Supreme Mirror to the third level of the Supreme Mirror.

Behind him, ten identical Chu Wangxian appeared.

The Ten Souls of the Wind Clan, the supreme soul refining method of the Wind Clan, was cultivated to the top level in an instant, making Chu Wangxian's soul body outside the body have terrifying power, and each of them is comparable to the supreme powerhouse.

Now, Chu Wangxian has finally recovered two-fifths of the strength of the Feng Sui people, and his soul is complete, and he can perform various Heavenly Emperor-level soul methods.

Crash!

Chu Wangxian jumped out of the water and slapped it casually, his eyes were full of energy, deep and infinite, as if there was a realm of space, all in his eyes.

Before she could make a move, there was a reborn change, which made Nuwa feel palpitations.

"It's a loss, I shouldn't have given you back my strength!"

Nuwa looked at Chu Wangxian who jumped out of the water, and said unwillingly.

One-fifth of the power she had obtained from the Feng Sui people had already been returned to Chu Wangxian at this moment.

Chu Wangxian patted the water stains on his body and spit out a breath of dead air.

"I am willing to gamble and lose, it is justified, and you will not lose, you have won the territory of the eighteenth layer of hell of Buddhism, expelled the entire Buddhism, and obtained all the power of the ghost clan in Huaxia. ”

"What's the matter, Buddhism will soon make a comeback. ”

Nuwa said seriously.

The power of Buddhism is far-reaching, and the seven Buddhas have not made a move in the past, who can guarantee that today's scene is not a mirror, maybe Buddhism is already on the way to counterattack.

"As a person from Huaxia, the former Emperor of Heaven, and now the Emperor of Ghosts, isn't it your duty to protect the Ghost Realm?"

Chu Wangxian was dissatisfied, and his right hand flipped again.

"Take it!"

"What is this?" Nuwa copied a dagger thrown by Chu Wangxian.

"This thing can break the golden body of the Buddha, even if it is Sakyamuni, if he dies on this dagger, there will be no ** return, you can make a big publicity, take a few Buddha Bodhisattvas to open the knife first, so that they dare not violate the ban, and leave plenty of time to rectify the ghost army. ”

Chu Wangxian handed over the dagger that had been transformed by the reversal Shakya tree to Nuwa.

It can make the Buddha unable to reincarnate, and the weapon turned into a Shakya Divine Wood is such a treasure that can be easily given away.

It's a pity that Nuwa doesn't know the preciousness of the Shakya Divine Tree, if she knows, she must be cautious, and she is just playing with it at will at the moment.

"Feng Suiren, you said lightly, the eight prison masters of the Nine Prisons and Yellow Springs, and the Feng Bingyi you brought, will not listen to my orders, they are waiting for you to give them the method of resurrection. ”

"Easy!"

Chu Wangxian's relaxed demeanor even made Nuwa look suffocated.

Is the resurrection really that simple?

After a while, Chu Wangxian summoned the eight prison masters, the four ancient gods of the North Wind Department, and even the Ten Armies of the Ghost Emperor, Feng Bingyi and others here.

Chu Wangxian's eyes swept over one by one, and at this moment, none of these Huaxia ancient gods dared to look directly at Chu Wangxian.

"Ancestor, you promised us to resurrect us!"

One of the four ancient gods of the North Wind Department took the lead in asking in a low voice. He killed the Shizi Yin Bodhisattva among the Nineteen Garans and broke through the eighth layer of hell.

"Are you doubting that I won't keep my promise?"

was glared at by Chu Wangxian, his eyes shrank for a moment, and he stepped back with trepidation in his heart, "This, don't dare!"

"I, the Flint, said that if I can let you, I can resurrect you. But if anyone speaks disrespectfully, I will not forgive him!"

Chu Wangxian shouted with a terrifying soul, his soul was majestic, comparable to the Emperor of Heaven.