A move.

The breath of life and death wanders on the end of the brush, and as it moves, black and gray, red and white alternate between the brushstrokes.

The strange painter is very serious and smears with his life.

From the Jade Maiden, she had learned that the Blood-Clad Sword God was not an ordinary person.

What she did for the Blood-Clad Sword God, the Jade Girl also knew a thing or two.

The jade girl asked her to do it well, and said that the blood-clothed sword god should be refining a magic weapon related to the netherworld.

It's no wonder that in the conversation between the painter and Qi Qi and those few underworld powers, the ambition of the blood-clothed sword god can be clearly felt.

It's not just about refining magic weapons.

It's really about forming a mythical and legendary underworld.

When she heard this, the jade girl smiled dumbly.

"The real land mansion, even the realm of great reason dare not be said, it is just a legend."

After all, a Yang God Heavenly Venerable of the Great Supreme Principle Realm, generally speaking, is only in charge of a Great Supreme Principle.

And if you want to build a dungeon, you need more than one reason.

Life, death, yin, yang, reincarnation...... And so on, the need for a great reason, too much, too much.

I'm afraid that if you gather all the Supreme Heavenly Venerables of the Nine Heavens, you won't be able to build an underworld.

The strange painter didn't know so much, but he also understood that Qi Yuan was not just talking.

The Shanhe Sheji pen in her hand trembled at this moment.

Suddenly, on the painting in front of me, there seemed to be a girl's sweet voice in the gloom.

"The ghost door is closed, and nine out of ten people will not return."

"The ghost door is closed, the yin and yang are upside down, life and death are chaotic, and grandma is not cold when she comes."

The strange painter's face changed slightly, and he saw that the ghost door she painted was closed, hazy, and faintly, there were many phantoms.

They read nursery rhymes, their voices innocent, but also eerie.

A sense of excitement and fear slowly crept up her back, and for some reason, the strange painter always felt that the phantom suddenly appeared in the painting, and the eyes of those girls were staring at her.

Obviously, some of them were walking, some were looking at the sky, and some were sleeping, but everyone's eyes were on her.

And at this moment, a voice was like thunder, sacred and majestic.

"The ghost door is closed, it's done!"

The one who opened was naturally Qi Yuan.

He was in the gate of all things, overlooking this piece of heaven and earth.

With his voice, the ghost gate painted by the strange painter turned into substance at this moment.

Those little dolls-like special creatures finally looked away at this moment, and they all secretly looked at the towering creatures above the sky.

The strange painter's face froze, she looked at the lifelike ghost gate, no, it was the ghost gate, and her heart was extremely shocked.

I don't understand why I can really show it in the world.

She looked like she was ready and continued to paint.

The Shanhai Society pen swam in her hand, and one picture after another was born.

Countless eerie aura, as well as things that could not be seen, frantically went to the underworld at this moment.

Qi Yuan, who was sitting in the underworld, squinted his eyes, but saw nothing.

"I've got a guest at home?"

The guest in front of him, but he doesn't know.

The rest of the Yang God Tianzun squinted, and Qi Qi seemed to be aware of something, but he couldn't see anything at all.

"Babble...... Yes...... Mad! ”

"Hafnium... Layer...... Woo ......"

Qi Yuan listened carefully, his ears that could hear the sounds of the world, and finally heard some chaotic sounds.

These voices are either shrill or howling wolves.

He also heard a crackling sound, like a maple tree burning and sparks splashing.

He also heard some whimpering, mixed with the sound of paper money burning.

Qi Yuan was surprised: "Dirty things come to my house?" ”

Qi Qi stood beside Qi Yuan, his eyes were like divine knives, looking at the underworld.

"He Fangxiao is small, do something here!"

The majesty and mystery of the emperor and the earth that belonged to the Chengtian imitation swept away at this moment.

The underworld in the picture scroll of mountains and seas is turbulent and washed at this moment.

Even those dirty things seem to realize the strength of Houtu and what it stands for at this moment.

“…… Coffee...... Seeking ......"

These dirty things didn't talk nonsense anymore, they just turned into a voice, as if they wanted to communicate with Qi Yuan and Qi Qi.

However, maybe it's because of time, or maybe it's because of space, and you can't hear it at all.

Qi Yuan's expression was calm, and there was helplessness in his voice: "It seems that I have to be a Chinese teacher." ”

As he spoke, his outfit changed, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hung from the bridge of his nose.

Behind him, a blackboard appeared, and a piece of chalk appeared in his hand.

"Little dirty things, come and read to me, a, o, e......"

The Shanhai Society is continuing, and there are more and more dirty things, and Qi Yuan is playing the role of a qualified Chinese teacher.

But halfway through the teaching, he was a little weak-hearted.

He doesn't have a teaching certificate, is that illegal?

But when I think about it, he has a mental illness certificate, so it's not a big problem.

Continuous mountain ranges are constantly appearing, rivers in the underworld are also flowing, and the eighteen-layer hell and the Temple of the Son of Heaven are also rising one after another.

The strange painter's body trembled and trembled, she had been writing for forty-four days, and the underworld had almost been completed.

At this time, Qi Yuan put down the chalk and lifted his gold-rimmed glasses up with his hand.

He opened his mouth in a voice like a law, majestic and holy, not to be heard.

"Little dirty things, have you learned, can you tell me what you are doing when you come to my house?"

It's a pity that Qi Yuan can't see them, otherwise he would have to charge them for accommodation.

With Qi Yuan's voice, there was silence in the underworld, and Qi Yuan didn't hear those ghosts crying wolf howls anymore, inexplicable sounds.

But in the underworld, there seems to be a white figure, distorted and illusory, not like substance.

But it can be seen that the white figure seems to be bowing to Qi Yuan.

The murmur also remembered at this moment.

"None...... Soul, borrowed ...... Return to ......"

Saying these words seemed to permanently affect the strength of the white figure's body.

The filth was all illusory at this moment, pouring into the white figure.

Finally, it condenses into a stone tablet.

I saw that the word "death" was engraved on the stone stele.

There are all kinds of strange atmospheres on the stone tablet, mysterious and unknown, as if it contains the truth of death.

[The Monument of the Dead, which seems to have come from another world. 】

Qi Yuan's eyes were finally able to see useful information.

"So...... The Gate of Ten Thousand Truths is the gate that my house ran out of, and the Monument of the Dead is also the monument that ran out of my house?

Where's my well? Who carried it? ”

Qi Yuan glanced around, but saw nothing, he was a little disappointed.

However, at this time, the overall structure of the underworld was also outlined by the strange painter at this moment.

All that's missing is the details, the sacredness.

The sacredness, as well as the jurisprudence, needs to be given by Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan looked at the strange painter, the trembling strange painter, but his eyes were shining at this time.

Obviously, this painting, she is very satisfied.

And at this time, in the underworld, Qi Yuan's vast voice sounded again, like the sound of the Great Dao.

"The ghost domain is formed, and the mountains and rivers are shaped."

The central ghost, the mountains and rivers that have been transformed, with the sound of the solemnity, seem to have an imprint falling in.

Where the mountain turns into a ghost mountain.

"The Oriental Ghost Emperor Yu Lei, Shen Tu, governs the Tao Zhi Mountain, and the Ghost Gate Pass."

"The Southern Ghost Emperor, governs Luofu Mountain, and leads the Qiang barbarian ghosts."

"The Ghost Emperor of the West, govern Panzuka Mountain."

"The Ghost Emperor of the North, Zhiluo Mountain."

"The Chinese Ghost Emperor, govern the Calf Mountain, and hold the Chinese Ghost Dragon!"

With Qi Yuan's figure, Yu Lei Shentu and other ghost emperors of the five directions appeared one after another.

Their bodies are majestic, and they are impressive, and they worship Qi Yuanzuo.

"Obey the orders of the Heavenly Venerable!"

The ghost emperor of the five directions turned into five streamers and went to the ghost.

Qi Yuan did not stop, and his voice was solemn and vast.

"What a bridge, Lethe River is a river, and Wangxiang is a platform!"

"Eighteen layers of hell are all hell!"

……

"The Son of Heaven Palace, judge yin and yang, judge reincarnation!"

"Ten halls of Yama, all in their place!"

"Cloudy Tianzi, living in the palace of Tianzi."

……

"King Jizo, go to hell!"

"Chengtian imitates the Emperor of the Earth and the Earth, and holds the reincarnation!"

With Qi Yuan's voice, one by one the divine babies appeared, turning into yin officials one by one!

They worshipped the first celestial venerable, turned into a streamer, and entered the underworld.

Qi Qi's consciousness seems to be in the underworld, and reincarnation has become a part of her.

The dungeon, which was originally empty and like a dead thing, hibernated a lot of powerful aura at this moment.

Eerie, dead silence, fire and heat, decay and loneliness......

The strange painter looked at this scene with excitement in his eyes.

At this time, Qi Yuan's eyes fell on a "platform".

This platform is not a hometown platform, but a leading platform.

When he was in the Moon Continent, he thought about reviving the Five Elements and Five Ancestors.

The receiving platform is the place of recovery.

"Sure enough, it still didn't work."

Obviously, the underworld is completed, but it cannot be operated.

Bringing in the undead is not possible now.

Or rather, the death of the dead died too completely.

"But ......"

At this moment, Qi Yuan's gaze looked at the Gate of Ten Thousand Things.

"The gate of the underworld, return to its place!"

With his voice, the original Gate of Ten Thousand Differences trembled at this moment, and endless changes occurred in its body in an instant.

Gate of Ten Thousand Demons...... Gate of Demons...... The Gate of Reason...... Gate of All Souls...... The Gate of All Machines!

Eventually, it became the Gate of the Underworld!

Forest, snow-white, seems to have yin and yang to the rational flow, as if leading to the infernal hell.

Countless truths, countless information, countless unknowns, countless unknowables, this moment passed through the gate of the underworld and entered the underworld of Qi Yuan.

The unspeakable change is formed at this moment.

It became the gate of Qi Yuan's house.

"Condensation...... Purple House! ”

At this moment, Qi Yuan opened his mouth violently and swallowed it violently at the underworld.

At the same time, the first qi of the Immortal Dao that was originally collected, the purple qi was also swayed at this moment, sprinkled in front of the gate of the underworld.

"Purple is purple gas!"

"The house is the underworld!"

"This is my Purple Mansion!"

With Qi Yuan's loud shout.

Inside his body, the two Origin Divine Powers trembled continuously.

The blood-red demon sword flew into the eighteenth layer of hell at this moment, turning into a demonic hell.

The forgetting of the Great Forgetting Heart Sutra seems to melt into the Meng Po soup, and hides in the Lechuan River.

The purple air is fluttering, full of vitality, like the purple of the blessed land of the fairy family.

The wind is cold, dark and terrifying, like the house of the land of the dead.

At this point, Zifu has become a company!

Qi Yuan's gaze fell on the receiving platform again.

Or because he had cultivated the underworld into a purple mansion, there was a hint of clarity in the depths of his eyes.

He looked at the reception table, as if he understood something.

"Yin and yang are in harmony, life and death are balanced.

Therefore, if you want to resurrect the dead, you need to wipe out the living. ”

But this kind of erasure is not the same as killing.

"So, now it can only be regarded as a small underworld, and not everyone can take it.

Alas, the Five Elements and Five Ancestors, it seems that you will have to lie down for a while. ”

Qi Yuan was helpless.

The underworld was much worse than he had imagined.

For example, he is now going to the Blue Star and using it for a while to mark all the creatures in the Blue Star.

Then, kill everyone in the Blue Star.

Everyone on the Blue Star will become a revenant, enter his dungeon, and give him free work.

If he wanted to, he could also let the people of Blue Star reincarnate.

But...... Those who do not bear the mark of the underworld will not be able to control the underworld.

For example, the Five Elements and Five Ancestors, as well as Zhang Sheng and Chen Jiao of the City of No Return, he can't be introduced now.

Therefore, this underworld is a small underworld.

It would be good if it was the Great Earth Mansion, and he would write the Taihuang Palace to death directly on the life and death book, wouldn't he be directly invincible?

Of course, this is just a thought.

Qi Yuan looked at his Purple Mansion.

Well, the purple gas at the door is pervasive, and it is the first qi in the fairy world.

Purple qi, even the Yang God Tianzun is extremely coveted.

Seeing this purple qi, there must be many Yang God Heavenly Venerables who will be moved.

"Well, the gate of the underworld...... Some of them are clear, and the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences has become the form of the Gate of Reason! Qi Yuan shouted.

This Gate of Ten Thousand Differences seems to be able to hear human words, and it really becomes the Gate of Reason.

On it, it seems that there are countless circulations of reason, and ordinary people will sink at a glance.

Yang God Tianzun took a look at it, and he couldn't wait to rush in directly and comprehend the truth.

After all, it's hard to understand.

The door of the Truth is to put the Truth in front of you to realize.

No matter how bad your understanding is, you can always realize one in a million years, right?

It's really not good, just go straight to the gate of reason and realize the infinite years, and you will be invincible when you go out.

"I was a little excited to see it and wanted to go in."

Qi Yuan sighed.

In fact, he also had thoughts in his heart, should he go to the Gate of Reason, spend hundreds of years, and tens of thousands of years to realize the appearance of a great reason?

But when you think about it, forget it.

For the other Yang God Heavenly Venerables, the Gate of Wisdom is the first creation treasure.

As long as you get it, if you have enough time, it will be a great thing.

But alignment turned out to be too much of a waste of time.

If you have this time to comprehend, it is better to play the game to break through.

Moreover, he could not waste any more time.

The immortal cultivation atmosphere in the upper realm is corrupted, and he has to go up to purify the atmosphere.

However, the Gate of Wisdom still has many functions for him.

First, to isolate the mark of the great calamity; Second, simply comprehend and see if you can observe other shortcomings of the Great Zhili.

The only caveat is that the message of the door of reason cannot be exposed.

Otherwise, Qi Yuan might be hated by all the Yang God Heavenly Venerables in the Great Reason Realm.

After all, in the Gate of Reason, all the Truth is recorded.

"Finally achieved the Purple Mansion, the improvement of strength...... Not bad. ”

"This time, the superpower turned out to be...... Mouth? ”

"It's even linked to the ear!"

"This superpower came a little late!"

"How do you feel like chicken."

This time, his awakened talent is that when his ears hear some whispering, he can activate his talent and take the initiative to talk to that person, but due to the space, there may be a certain amount of distortion.

Also, when it is not associated with the ear, when he activates his talent, the sound of his speech can be transmitted to a certain being at random.

"Read?"

"Tree hole?"

"I've become the little trumpet of the heavens?"

Thinking like this, Qi Yuan immediately gave it a try.

The brow of the right eye does not jump.

"I'm so poor, well-wisher, who borrowed some money from me!"

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