Zhongshan blessed land.

The top of the mountains.

This is a large-scale sacrificial ceremony, with a howling wind and blowing flags for hunting; There are incense candles in the Ding furnace, burning fiercely, and fireworks fill the sky; There are three livestock and six animals, and the spirit fruit is brewed and enshrined on the high platform.

There are also witch priests, who dance wildly around the bonfires that go on day and night; There are disciples of Mending Heaven, showing a strangely shaped demon body, and twisting their bodies frantically with the beat of drums.

And above the high platform, Ying Long Longjun had already shown his original form.

In the clouds and mist, a dragon body of unknown length kept tumbling and swimming, the white scale armor was only occasionally revealed, flashing with metallic cold light, and there were a pair of wings, like dark clouds covering the sky, casting shadows.

There is also a continuous sound of dragon roaring, which turns into layers of sound waves and spreads throughout the four poles of heaven and earth.

That's it, if you taste the dragon chant carefully, although you can't understand it, there is always a sense of grief permeating the heart, it's a bit like a family funeral, when you are buried, the suona erhu pulls out the sad and sad music.

In addition, the sound of the dragon's groan, the witch dance, and even the incense, candles, and fireworks all carried a sense of weakness that could not be concealed.

It seemed to be going on for a long, long time, and there was a sense of exhaustion from the inside out, just a mechanical dance.

And so it is, the whole ceremony started with the altar being set up, and until now, it has been going on for six months!

That's six months!

Day and night, night and night, even a group of monsters are amazingly physical, and several of them are exhausted.

Especially those witches, who are basically old and unbearable guys.

But they just didn't dare to stop, they didn't dare to stop when they were tired, they didn't look at the one in the sky, their voices were almost hoarse, and they didn't stop?!

At this moment, Ying Long in the sky was also in the dragon's body slightly, and his eyes were locked on one place.

There, the flow of time seemed to slow down a bit, and the Candle Dragon Dragon Monarch had already shown his form.

His movements did not stop at all, and the sound of the dragon's groan was still loud, only to be distracted, and a voice had already reached the ears of the Candle Dragon Dragon Monarch.

"I'll you, you're here, tell me quickly, what did the old man say?

This ceremony, is there something wrong with the ceremony, didn't deliver the news to the Taishan Mansion Monarch? ”

The distance between the Candle Dragon Dragon Monarch was a little far, at least, he didn't dare to set foot in the scope of the sacrifice.

It's just that when Ying Long's voice came into his ears, his expression was very serious: "It's been checked three times, it's impossible to be wrong." ”

Ying Long was a little anxious: "Of course what we prepared is right, and what I said is not what I meant."

Candle Dragon, don't be sloppy with me, you know what I mean? ”

Candle Dragon smiled: "Of course I understand, don't you just say that the ancestor is old and confused, and the sacrificial method taught is wrong?" ”

Ying Long hurriedly cleared up the relationship: "Ahem, this is what you said, not me, in front of the ancestor, I will never admit it." ”

"I didn't say this, but the ancestor himself.

The old ancestor also said that although he is older, but he has not yet reached the time when he can't remember things clearly, you little rabbit cubs don't care about things, and you dare to arrange him, don't you?

Is the skin thick again, and you want to be beaten? ”

The candle dragon imitated vividly, but in the end, he said: "It's not easy for you to preside over the ceremony here, but do you think it's okay for me to be scolded by the ancestor over there?"

In a very short period of time, using three large array contacts, the Taiyin Star was not a small loss, and the old ancestor was already very unhappy. ”

Ying Long couldn't help but roar: "Then tell me why?" How can a ritual last for six months?

It's been more than 180 days, do you know how I've spent my days? Why don't you come and roar for half a year without a break, feel it?

If I hadn't known that the existence of the Ancestor's level was indeed immortal in a sense, I would have doubted that Taishan Mansion Monarch would not exist? ”

"Ahem, you can't talk nonsense!"

The Candle Dragon Dragon Monarch immediately interrupted, and then came again: "What, as to why the ritual didn't work, the old ancestor gave an explanation. ”

"Uh-huh, tell me about it?"

"What the ancestor meant, it's not that the ceremony has failed, your summons have reached the ears of Taishan Mansion Jun, that is, it's ......"

"What's it?"

"It's that old man who sleeps more 'steadily', and he is deaf to the thunder and rain outside, so he ignores us."

As soon as this reason came out, Ying Longlongjun's movements were deformed, and his singing voice paused for a moment, as if he couldn't accept it.

It wasn't until a long time, a long time, that Ying Long's voice came again: "Then, what should we do now?" ”

"The meaning of the ancestors is that they have to be exhausted in one go. So, chant louder! ”

“……”

At this moment, Ying Longxiang had the heart to die.

After a while, the candle dragon looked sympathetic, but ran away very unjustly.

Only the rest of Ying Long shouted a continuous dragon groan at the top of his throat, and the voice became more and more poignant and moving, as if he was about to cry.

……

meanwhile

Under the netherworld, at the end of the Santu River, in the deepest part of the city.

It was an infinite empty place, filled with countless black mist, and the terrifying behemoth turned over, stirring the black mist and setting off a monstrous storm.

Faintly, the silhouette of a human figure can be seen, dancing with big hands covering the sky, fanning and fanning on the ears, as if driving away something.

It's a pity that the sound of mosquitoes buzzing is continuous, disturbing people's dreams, and it is annoying.

But when the behemoth saw that the drive was ineffective, he turned over and ignored it again.

……

Underworld, the depths.

South of the Santu River, thousands of miles away.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The shouts of killing in the sky rose and fell like a tidal wave, and on the boundless and vast land, countless ghosts and ghosts were fighting to the death.

On the one side of the battle is the Chaos Grudge.

They were all strangely shaped, some of them were several feet tall, and their heads were covered in heads, and their chirping screams could turn into sound waves, causing the ghosts around them to roll on the ground and howl miserably.

Some of them are covered in tentacles, rolling around like balls, and they are extremely fast.

Everywhere he passed, whether it was his own side or his enemies, he swallowed it into his belly, and his size grew larger and larger.

Others were covered in muscles, with three heads and eighteen hands, each holding a weapon, and turned like a tornado, sweeping away everything.

Others were covered with eyes, and in the blink of an eye, ghost rays shot in all directions, shattering everywhere they passed.

Of course, most of it is normal.

There are humanoids, jackals, tigers and leopards and the like, at most they either have horns, or wings, or have more hands and feet, or drag out their tails.

Their combat power is very average, although the methods are a little treacherous, but at least they are still within the range of being able to deal with it.

It's just that from time to time, when they kill and rise, they howl and become strange, and they also have all kinds of strange abilities, which are impossible to prevent.

And their opponent is quite a regular ghost army, although they are also jackals, tigers and leopards, but they are all dressed in clothes.

Some have the word 'pawn' written on it, which is a ghost pawn, and some have the word 'will' written on it, which is a ghost general.

They seem to be much more orderly, and most of them are well-trained, with ghosts as commanders, most dozens or hundreds, and as few as three or five groups, distributed all over the battlefield, fighting endlessly.

It's just that, in terms of numbers, they are much less.

If it weren't for the fact that the enemy was too chaotic, most of the time they killed and killed even their own people, otherwise, they would have been unable to bear it a long time ago.

But even so, as time went on, the scales of war began to tilt in favor of the Discord Ghost Army.

Until a certain moment, the whimper of a horn resounded in the sky, and in the darkness, there seemed to be a thick fog rolling, and terrifying figures fell from the sky.

Some of them rode war horses, wielding big axes in their hands, and set out a hundred ghost fires.

Some showed dozens of ghost bodies, and hundreds of arms attacked in turn, directly hitting the muscular ghost with ten hands.

There are also figures that have disappeared and reappeared, moving forward as if flashing, and everywhere they passed, all the enemies were beheaded.

And the most powerful is the leader.

He maintained his human form, without the slightest change, but he was surrounded by ten thousand sword qi, and when he cut through the air, only the sound of 'snort' was incessant.

Wherever the sword qi passed, all the enemies were shattered into pieces, regardless of whether they were ghost ghosts, aberrant ghost kings, or even the ghost immortals who led the battlefield.

It was a terrifying ghost with three heads, resembling a vicious dog, and a body length of hundreds of feet.

When roaring, it can spit out tornadoes and flames that engulf the battlefield, and when a head opens its mouth, it can swallow a piece of void space.

No matter how present the enemy is, he never comes out of his mouth.

But the person who came didn't care, he just went in with the boundless sword qi, and then, after a pause of only three seconds, he shattered the space, the head of the vicious dog, and even his body.

It's just that after killing the biggest boss, this one seems to have lost his nature, but instead his sword aura rolled up, and he returned to the mist like a tired bird returning to the forest.

As he moved, the mist rolled up, revealing the silhouette of a giant beast entrenched over the earth.

It is a city and a palace, saying: Puming Palace!

It is the Ten Palaces of Yama, the land ruled by the King of Chujiang.

On the city wall, there stood a king, wearing a black gown, wearing a crown of twelve beads, looking at the battlefield in the distance, and his temperament was not angry and arrogant.

The person who came fell on the city wall, and he had already gathered the sword qi of his whole body, like a mortal old man stepped forward step by step, walked closer, and exhaled: "There is no suspense in this battle." ”

King Chu Jiang, that is, Ning Maniac, tilted his head slightly, but his expression was not very happy: "Old friend, don't you think that the number of these resentful ghosts is getting more and more, and the number of attacks is becoming more and more frequent?" ”

"It's just a few more swords, I really haven't paid much attention to it."

The old master tilted his head slightly, as if he thought about it, and then asked, "The same is true for other places?" ”

King Chu Jiang: "It's only more chaotic than ours, after all, they don't have a sword maniac to help suppress it." ”

"Why?"

"There is news from the yang world, if it is not bad, the demon lord has been killed again, and he has come to this netherworld and yin land.

Only that one can make these rootless and resentful ghosts riot. ”

The old master seemed a little strange, and asked rhetorically: "I remember that there is another one above you, and he doesn't care if he really does something?" ”

"You mean Taishan Mansion?"

King Chu Jiang seemed to be a little distracted, and paused for a moment before saying: "Although this one has built the Yin Si Difu, opened up the Santu River, built the city of vain death, and even set the order of the Ten Palaces of Yama, he can be said to be the pioneer of the Ghost Dao.

But in addition, he is notoriously hands-off shopkeeper!

Otherwise, why do you think I dare to snatch the authority and position of the 'King of Chujiang' so unscrupulously?

It's not because he ignored it, I grabbed it and grabbed it.

You may not believe it, even if I am the 'King of Chujiang', holding the authority of Puming Palace, accounting for one-tenth of this Yin Si Difu, I still haven't seen that one.

He doesn't care who is the Ten Yamas at all. ”

The old master couldn't help frowning and asked, "If that's the case, then who should deal with this demon master?" ”

"Old friend, you still haven't figured out how to play this netherworld! For that demon lord, whoever likes to come out and who comes out, as long as it doesn't bump into me, it doesn't matter. ”

King Chu Jiang waved his hand, but he changed his words again, and looked at his old friend with burning eyes: "I'm telling you this, but I'm not asking you to compete with that demon lord."

In fact, with the presence of the demon lord, it is possible for this netherworld to be completely chaotic.

And when it's messy, it's convenient for us to do things! ”

The old master looked sideways: "What are you going to do?" ”

King Chu Jiang laughed: "It's not what I'm going to do, it's what you're going to do, old friend."

It's like the mortal dynasty, if you want to fish in troubled waters, you have to be completely chaotic to have a chance.

Only when it is completely chaotic can my brother and I find a way to obtain the position of these ten halls of Yama for you! ”

The old master couldn't help frowning: "You know, I actually don't like to be this Yama King!" ”

"No, no, old friend, you have to know that when you cultivate in the Netherworld, you can only go further if you occupy that position.

This is a chance, a rare occurrence in a thousand years, you have to seize it, I will also help you, rest assured, and rest assured! ”

……

Dead city.

When the Netherlands went awry, the city of the dead didn't seem as lively as usual.

It's not that there are no ghosts floating down the Santu River, but the number is much less.

As a result, even the bull heads and horses working here seem to be a little more idle, and although the whole team looks quite long, it is a little swaying and careless.

And in the distance, Skyrim.

One is still a 'ghost' dressed as a handsome monk, standing in the dim black mist, with a pair of dark eyes, looking at this dead city, with a touch of indescribable meaning at the corner of his mouth.

To be honest, Heavenly Court's unreasonable playing of cards did catch him off guard, and the strength of the inspecting immortal official was indeed beyond his expectations.

However, death is death, it doesn't matter, anyway, the affairs of the yang world, he has already arranged it, and it will take some time to ferment.

And this matter of the underworld should also be resolved.

For example, this vain dead city is the most critical place for the transfer of the ghost army on the battlefield outside the sky, and this time, it has to be broken.

Therefore, the fall of this world must begin in this netherworld.

And the fall of the Netherworld has to start from this vain city!

It's late, but yesterday's one hasn't stopped......