Rustling!

Chu Wangxian grabbed the void at will, grabbed a pile of dirt, and with a twist of his fingers, the soil swirled and gradually gathered into a human shape, like a terracotta army.

One, two...... Chu Wangxian casually made a hundred clay figurines.

What is this doing?

Zuo Ci and the others stood and watched, Nuwa made people with mud, and Chu Wangxian also wanted to create people?

"You wait!"

After pinching the clay figure, Chu Wangxian stepped on his right foot, and the person disappeared.

The speed of the immortal's body is extremely fast, and the breath is already several miles away, and it can rush to a hundred miles away in two or three minutes.

"Do you understand?"

Chen Tuan circled around the clay figurines, this was just an ordinary clay figurines, and he didn't see anything special.

"Chu Wangxian is afraid that he wants to create people, do you know what Nuwa used to create people? I'm afraid it's not ordinary mud. ”

Li Xuanjing also joined the discussion, and he focused his attention on the mud.

There are five-colored divine stones in the fairy world, but what kind of divine mud there is, he really doesn't know, anyway, it is not easy to create people.

These people looked at each other speechlessly after talking a few words, except for the four words Nuwa created people, they didn't know anything about Nuwa's creation of people.

In fact, in the early works such as "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" and "Chu Ci", there is no story of Nuwa creating people, which was gradually made up by later generations, and the fake story naturally cannot withstand scrutiny.

Half a cup of tea.

Chu Wangxian flashed back, he was holding a black mist in his hand, the mist was moving, and he was wrapped in an invisible net, like a sack of jumping fish.

Everyone saw that this was the wandering spirit of the world.

With just half a cup of tea, Chu Wangxian must have destroyed a ghost mountain to catch so many wandering spirits.

"You're watching!"

Flick your fingers.

Chu Wangxian shot the spirit into the clay figure, pointed a little finger in his right hand, pinched out the magic formula, and drank "Seal!" in his mouth.

"Soul Sealing Spell!"

Zuo Ci has already seen Chu Wangxian's movements, and the soul sealing spell is not a difficult spell, when he was in the world, he had seen Zhang Jiao cast it, and there was an idiom, scattering beans into soldiers.

The clay figure sealed the soul in his body, and immediately opened his eyes, his eyes turned white, but he was in a sluggish state, which was a ghost eye.

"This is the creation of man!"

Chu Wangxian clapped his hands and pretended to be relaxed and said casually.

"What, what kind of creation is this, isn't it the easiest way to create ghost soldiers. Zuo Ci was shocked, what kind of person made man, isn't this nonsense.

"This is the creation of man, and so is how Nuwa created man. ”

Chu Wangxian said firmly.

Is it an exaggeration? The so-called Nuwa created people because of the ghost army under Nuwa's command.

Nuwa is the ghost emperor, the best at manipulating souls, using clay people as carriers in the underworld, creating hundreds of millions of ghost soldiers, forming a military formation, rampaging through the underworld, like ants swallowing forests.

Known as the Yin Soldier Ghost Emperor.

This is the original origin of the legend of the creation of man.

It's just that the Yan and Huang emperors preached Fuxi and Nuwa, so naturally they would not tell the truth, but beautify them.

The truth of the facts has been covered up, and so is the Queen Mother of the West, and so is Nuwa.

Falsifying legends is commonplace.

"Fuxi, Yanhuang Emperor, Taishang Laojun, who dares to say that they can create people? Even in Western alchemy, creating people is a forbidden method. ”

Chu Wangxian snorted coldly, "You really believe it when you say that you created people...... By the way, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of the First Emperor are the Yin Soldiers and Ghost Emperors of the First Emperor of Qin, and the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor and the Mausoleum of Nuwa are not far apart. ”

The people will be skeptical, and their faces will be ugly.

Emperor Nuwa, who was ranked alongside the ancient Heavenly Emperor Fuxi, turned out to have such a bad image. Chu Wangxian tore it bloody. But after thinking about it, apart from Nuwa, there is really no immortal who can do the creation of people.

Chu Wangxian drank it in his mouth, pinched out the magic trick, and hundreds of clay figures were neatly arranged and walked in front of him.

Now everyone doesn't understand it.

The Yin soldiers created with clay figures and wandering spirits have insignificant combat effectiveness, and when they blow their breath, the clay figures will disperse, and it is not ridiculous to let them open the way.

"Yin soldiers attract, and they will lead the way. When the soul of Jianmu died here, Su Yao asked for the method of Nuwa's resurrection, and Nuwa passed on Su Yao's method of Yin Soldier, and also instructed her to do some things. ”

Chu Wangxian walked forward and said, there was something in his words, which was obviously not simple.

The Yin soldier who led the way kept spinning left and right, as if he knew the road.

As they walked, the fog thickened, and everyone seemed to have crossed the boundary of a certain place and entered a mysterious place.

The footsteps of the Yin soldiers marched neatly, and after devouring the ghost qi, they became more and more powerful, as if they were filled with electricity.

"The rift between the underworld and the earth. ”

Zuo Ci was well-informed and immediately alerted, and they unknowingly stepped into a realm similar to the ghost city of Xudu.

He glanced at Chu Wangxian, and when he saw that Chu Wangxian was unmoved, he forcibly suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Zuo Ci and the others' eyes flickered, and they each used the means of the Heavenly Eye to look around.

In the boundless darkness is a dense forest, but the leaves of the forest wither, and the vines turn to stone.

The yin wind became stronger and stronger, and even turned into a visible white mist, and along the vines covering the ground, Chu Wangxian walked in front of a sinkhole.

The sinkhole is vast, probably dozens of miles in diameter, like the end of the world.

Looking down, he couldn't see the bottom, Zuo Ci secretly felt that with his heavenly eyesight, he was enough to see through a hundred miles away, and there was no bottom for a hundred miles.

Where does this lead!

Bang Bang Bang!

The Yin soldiers in front of them did not stop, they were brainless, and they fell silently into the sinkhole one by one, afraid that they would fall to pieces.

"What's going on?"

"Which of you has been to Hades. Chu Wangxian replied unanswered.

Zuo Ci, Chen Tuan and Li Xuanjing looked at each other, and finally Chen Tuan spoke, "I have been to the ghost city of Xudu and practiced the art of resisting ghosts. ”

"Do you see what this place is?"

Chen Qian hesitated for a moment and frowned violently, "The yin qi is very heavy, but it is obviously not the underworld, please show Chu Wangxian, where is this?"

Chu Wangxian stepped into the void, walked into the sky, and floated in the air:

"Up to the poor, down to the Yellow Spring, this is the Yellow Spring. ”

"How is this possible!"

Chen Jian was stunned and spoke, Huangquan is the entrance to the underworld, he has been to the ghost city of Xudu, and has seen Huangquan Road, which is not the deep pit in front of him at all.

"Don't you believe it? ”

Chu Wangxian's body hung down and rushed towards the huge pit, and the person was already shooting down like an arrow from the string.

Everyone used their own means and fell down one after another.

The howling yin wind blew past the ears, and after falling straight down with a stick of incense, everyone stepped in the void with their feet and slowly fell in front of them.

"Here it is!"

Zuo Ci and the others stood up leisurely, and once again cast the eye of the sky, the darkness was boundless, the stars were twinkling, and at the same time they saw a ruin in the distance, and all the pavilions and pavilions had collapsed, leaving only broken walls and ruins.

The night is like ink.

There is a sense of vicissitudes of the ruins of the Old Summer Palace.

"This is the underworld!" Chu Wangxian replied.

"How can the underworld be in ruins?" Zuo Ci jumped up and said. There are countless ghosts in the underworld, how can it be a piece of ruins.

"Isn't it normal if there is a change of dynasty and a new city replacing the old capital?" Chu Wangxian got up and replied, he took a few steps forward. The Yin soldiers were all shattered, and he spat out a breath of spiritual energy.

The shattered Yin soldiers gradually gathered and recovered, and once again lined up in a line and walked forward.

Zuo Ci doesn't understand, change the dynasty, what can there be in the underworld.

"This is the underworld before the invasion of Buddhism, after the death of our Chinese ancestors, it is not to enter the eighteen-layer hell of Buddhism to suffer, but to enter the underworld from the Yellow Spring, and receive the incense of the descendants to enjoy the blessings. ”

Chu Wangxian pointed his finger at the sky.

"Up to the poor, down to the Yellow Spring, these two words are connected. Not Zhoushan leads to heaven, and Huangquan leads to the earth. As soon as you go up and down, you will build your capital here, and naturally occupy the pivotal place, understand?"

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