Chu Yiyang watched the little black snake stay on Yan Xun's wrist after spitting out something, and then the Tsing Yi Demon Cultivator raised his head, and his own shadow was reflected in his peach blossom eyes.

Yan Xun raised his hand, held the five Yin Beads under his nose, and asked, "Do you want this big one, or the other four small ones?" ”

"City Lord Yan, keep it, I'm not interested."

Chu Yiyang refused, although the Yin Bead was not completely useless to the monks of the Four Realms.

When the three sects of the Ghost Dao had not yet left this land, the Xuanmen Righteous Path and the Ghost Dao were inextricably fighting, and when they killed the Ghost Dao, they would also drop the same beads on their bodies, and after getting it, they could return to their own sect in exchange for meritorious service.

These beads condensed by pure yin qi also have some special effects in themselves, but the current Chu Yiyang does not need them.

After he finished speaking, he crossed Yan Xun and planned to leave from the mass grave, but the person behind him stopped him: "I'm not interested in Yin Zhu, so what about this?" ”

Hearing the sound of metal clashing behind him, Chu Yiyang stopped, stood on the spot and turned sideways, and then saw an extra token in Yan Xun's hand.

The Demon City Lord stood in place and smiled at him, and threw the token over, "It fell out when that ghost was about to die just now." ”

Chu Yiyang caught it with one hand and took the token in front of him and took a look.

The token is engraved with the same symbol as the flame pattern on the forehead of the ghost general, and among the five yin beads left by these ghost soldiers and ghost generals after they died, only the one of the ghost generals has a flame pattern on it, and the remaining four are all straight and vertical.

Chu Yiyang took this token, thinking about why there was such a difference between them, and then remembered a passage in "Yuan Gongfu's Miscellaneous Records", and suddenly a thunderbolt flashed in front of him-

The ghost general who was just killed by them didn't dress up as a general because of his preferences.

He is not self-appointed, he is sealed, and what this token represents is his identity in the netherworld.

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Chapter 46

Chu Yiyang stared at this token for a moment, and suddenly injected spiritual power into it.

Suddenly, the wind rose in the mass grave, and the yin qi that had been dispersed was born from the feet of the red-clothed man, forming a whirlpool.

The thick yin qi began to climb upwards from the corners of his red robe, over his knees, over his waist, and over the hand he held the token.

Yan Xun and the little black snake on his wrist watched from the side, but they didn't stop it, and the expression on Chu Yiyang's face, which was surrounded by yin qi, did not change in the slightest.

The gray-black yin qi carried the ashes that seemed to come from the netherworld, and washed his whole person once.

When the yin qi dissipated, and the person standing in it appeared in front of Yan Xun again, the red-clothed golden bell remained unchanged, but the temperament on his body completely changed.

The man in red raised his eyes, and there was a flame mark in the center of his eyebrows, just like the original demon leader, a total of four circles inside and outside.

It's just that this mark is blue-black on the demon general's body, but it is red on Chu Yiyang's body.

Originally, all the evil ghosts had been devoured, and the mass grave where the sky and earth were suddenly clear became thick again because of the people who turned into powerful ghosts, and even thick clouds gathered over the mass grave, among which there were faintly flashing electric snakes.

Chu Yiyang felt the changes in the spiritual power in his body, and sure enough, the ghost who turned into a ghost canonized in the yang world was immediately restricted by the rules of heaven and earth, and his cultivation suddenly weakened by three points.

However, as he thought, this token could change the breath, constitution, and even ignore yin and yang.

As soon as his mind moved, he withdrew his spiritual power from the token, and the aura on his body changed again, restoring the vitality of the living, and the restrictions imposed on his body also faded in an instant.

This token is a good thing, and it is very important to the demon who has been sealed, otherwise the demon leader would not have carried it with him.

Its value was much higher than those five yin beads.

"I want a token."

Chu Yiyang looked at Yan Xun, after Xu Yu fell off the Netherworld and the Sky-Breaking Sword appeared in Kunlun, he already had a faint premonition that he would definitely go to the Netherworld in the future.

This token obtained outside Yongling City was his best disguise in the Netherworld, and its function was very similar to the heaven-level glove he lost. It's just that Yan Xun threw the token to him, just out of gentlemanly demeanor, he got the Yin Pearl, and he wouldn't swallow it together.

Therefore, Chu Yiyang said, "City Lord Yan can put forward a condition. ”

Yan Xunwan put away the five yin beads in his hand: "Then how about asking the golden bell boy to be my companion on this trip?" ”

There is still a distance to completely repair the injuries with the five yin beads in his hand alone, so instead of looking for these scattered targets around, it is better to go directly to the imperial tomb to take a look.

He is a demon cultivator, and although he can hide his aura, it is inevitable to encounter other righteous monks who have discovered this secret.

If he could walk with the young master of the Hehuan Sect, he would naturally suspect that there would be fewer eyes on him.

Chu Yiyang knew Yan Xun's plan and said, "This request is not excessive. ”

He was going to the imperial capital to investigate, and he had lost the golden silk glove that could easily collect souls, and he really needed a replacement.

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the small black snake on Yan Xun's wrist.

The shrunken python looked much less threatening, and a pair of golden eyes stared at Chu Yiyang, as if he didn't feel very happy, so he turned his head and climbed into Yan Xun's sleeve.

Chu Yiyang retracted his gaze and stretched out his palm: "A word is a certainty." ”

Yan Xun stretched out his hand and high-fived him as an oath: "A word is a certainty." ”

The two fought against each other under the moon, made a temporary pact, and then planned to leave for the imperial capital immediately.

A green and a red figure walked out of the mass grave, the moonlight shone among the somewhat messy graves, I don't know how long later, the forest suddenly fogged, and from the fog came the sound of gold and iron clashing and fighting.

The fog quickly spread towards the mass grave, and the figures of the army moved faintly inside.

Then, as swift as the fog had been raised, it receded like the waters of the ebbing tide, leaving behind only the legions of demons in their armor tattered and covered in evil spirits.

A gust of wind swept by, and they looked around blankly—

"Where is this?"

"What about those bastards Zhu Yanjun?"

One moment, they were still fighting their opponents in the thick fog, and the next moment they found that they were the only ones standing in this mass grave with their comrades, and their strength was faintly limited.

In the center of this demon army, a demon leader riding a tall horse with black flames burning in his eyes raised his head.

He looked at the moon in the sky, and his forehead was blue and black like the pattern of the ancient word "water", with two strokes on the top and two strokes on the bottom.

He clenched the reins in his hand and strangled the war horse under him, and a rumbling sound sounded in his chest: "Yang ......"

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With the dragon vein of the Xuanyuan Dynasty as the axis, the same battles were taking place in the big cities dotted along this line for a day or two.

The elders of the various sects who came to their jurisdiction to check on the movements all got the Yin Beads from the disciples who were sent out, and one or two sects also got the Netherworld Canonization Token with different patterns.

Qingyang City.

The Great Elder of the Mingyang Sword Sect sat in the inn in the city, twisting his gray beard while looking at the token in his hand, the divine light in his eyes was a little surprised.

After a while, the Great Elder raised his head and looked at his grandson who was standing in front of him, "Is this really what you got from those evil spirits when you killed those evil spirits outside the city?" ”

"Yes, Grandpa."

Just took a group of junior brothers and sisters to a deserted garden outside Qingyang City, and wiped out the evil ghosts stationed inside, Ning Shaoyou, who was still neatly dressed in an arrow-sleeved warrior robe, stood in front of his grandfather with his sword in his arms.

Although he had just gone through a fierce battle, compared to the staggering junior brothers and sisters outside, he still maintained the neat and tidy posture of the chief senior brother, and he did not show the slightest tiredness.

This token was obtained after he killed the evil ghost who cultivated to the same level as himself in the deserted garden, and after he dissipated, it had a leaf-shaped mark on it, and a yin bead was dropped along with it.

As for the evil ghosts that the other junior brothers and sisters dealt with, the cultivation was not as superb as this commander, but he also seized a few Yin Beads from them.

After the ghost cultivator left the Three Realms, the younger generation of monks had never seen this thing again, let alone the token that was now in his grandfather's hand.

Ning Shaoyou's gaze fell on it, and he saw the Great Elder's fingers rubbing on the pattern of the token, and heard him speak: "If the old man is not mistaken, this is the token of the Netherworld Canonization Ghost General." ”

Because of Chu Yiyang, Ning Shaoyou also read the annotated version of "Yuan Gongfu's Miscellaneous Records" in Kunlun's Tibetan Scripture Hall and knew this allusion, but his grandfather's next words shocked him.

The Great Elder looked at this token with a somewhat complicated expression: "The Netherworld Canonization is the same as the Divine Palace Canonization, and the person who listens to the canonization will be given a token like this to prove their identity, the old man always thought that this was just a legend, but he didn't expect it to be true." ”

"Jingu?" Ning Shaoyou couldn't help but put down his arm, "The Netherworld is sealed by ghosts, and it is the same as the Divine Palace?" ”

It was hard for him to accept that the supreme beings that the world most longed for were put together with the Netherworld, and that they had similarities.

But the Great Elder didn't say anything more, but returned the token to Sun Er, and came to a conclusion similar to Chu Yiyang-

These appearances around the dragon vein are just small fights, and the real highlight should be in the imperial capital.

Although the Netherworld was completely isolated from the human world, and the ghost cultivators were far away from this continent, every sect did not give up the study of the Netherworld, and the same was true of the Mingyang Sword Sect.

After all, not every patriarch in the sect has time to inform future generations of his life's cultivation and treasures before leaving, if he can be able to supernatural yin and yang, even if he just sees the ancestor again, he can also recover a lot of lost inheritance and precious resources.

Ning Shaoyou took the token and asked hesitantly, "Should we report this matter to the Sword Sect?" ”

The Great Elder snorted, "Do you see if the people from the Sword Sect are here now?" ”

The secrets of these evil spirits outside the city must have been known to the people of other sects.

Don't talk about others, let's just say that the Tianqin Sect has always wanted to welcome back their ancestor Fa and get the secret treasure.

But so far, the people in Kunlun have not taken over, they must have concealed the report, and they plan to go to the imperial capital to check it out first, and then make a fortune first.

"Then we ......" Ning Shaoyou frowned, he had never been used to concealing anything, and he had seen the performance of the Heaven Breaking Sword in the succession ceremony of the Sword Sect, so he didn't think that this matter was so simple.

If they didn't report to the Sword Sect, the situation might be beyond the scope of their Mingyang Sword Sect to handle.

The Great Elder stood up and said, "Let the messenger go to Kunlun, but don't go too fast." Of course, this superficial effort must be done enough, not to conceal the report, but the news is going slowly, "Let's set off and go to the imperial capital." ”

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The Great Elder of the Mingyang Sword Sect was right, after the various sects discovered the hidden benefits, they all took the same action, while letting people report to the Sword Sect, they themselves rushed to the imperial capital in the name of checking.

The moon and stars are scarce, the sword light is like weaving, and there are countless monks wearing stars and moons on the territory of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, rushing towards the imperial capital.

Whether in the countryside or in the town, people who get up at night come outside, as long as they look up, they can see the streamer flying by.

The Xuanyuan Dynasty has only existed for a few hundred years, and it is the time when it is strong, so the dragon qi of this dynasty is also strong, especially in the imperial capital range, and the monks who come here will not feel very comfortable.