Dongming City slept in darkness. Where there is light, there are six cabinets, a bead, a silver hook, a silent song, a red star merit hall, a place without light, ghosts and shadows, and a gloomy atmosphere.

Tonight no one slept, and all the monks left Dongming City, gathered together in twos and threes, stood on a high place overlooking the city, pointed and whispered.

On the lonely long street, a big man with a bamboo pole in his hand walked around, where he passed, the candle flames disappeared one by one, the last light of Dongming City gradually extinguished, the shadow thicker than the darkness shrouded everything, the wind whimpered, like crying, how many years, finally can no longer be depressed, no longer cowering, can indulge in a cry, a sad ghost cry followed by a desolate ghost cry, one after another, under the sky of eternal night.

In plain sight, thousands of ghosts and creatures swarmed out, bathed in the cold air, quacking and screaming. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, except for the July 15th Halloween Festival, three hundred and sixty-four days and nights, they hide in the ground, endure hunger and thirst, serve hard labor, serve as the eyes of the ghost king, the ears of the ghost king, the mouth of the ghost king, and the hands of the ghost king.

Xu Ju stopped and looked up at Wei Qiqi, his dry eye sockets staring at him as if he was nothing.

Wei Qiqi gestured at him, Xu Ju lowered his head, opened his arms, the soles of his feet gradually sank into the earth, chanted a spell, and his body merged with Dongming City, continuously extracting the qi of the leylines. The "Four Eyes" buried deep in the crypt woke up from their slumber, trembling slightly, becoming more and more intense, and suddenly jumped upwards and swam towards the location where Xu Hu was.

The qi of the leylines passed through the heavy earth and stones, connecting the Xu pot and the "four eyes", and the legs of the Xu pot sank, as if hanging seventy or eighty drowned ghosts, little by little they did not enter the soil, and every time they sank, the body merged with Dongming City for a little more. There was an uneasy look on his face, if he completely merged with Dongming City, his will would die and become a part of this cave ghost city, he couldn't accept such a fate, even if it was a ghost, he also longed to keep himself, but forcibly extracting the qi of the leylines was like sailing against the current, once he started, he couldn't relax, otherwise, he would fall into the abyss at a faster speed.

Ankles, calves, knees, thighs, and the body are constantly sinking, but the "four eyes" have a great increase in spirit, with the intention of breaking free from the shackles, reluctantly, further, three steps back, like a big fish on the hook, trying to swim back to the crypt, Xu Ju looked up in despair, stretched out his hands to try to grasp something, trembling like a dead leaf in the wind.

At the critical moment, Wei Qiqi reached out to help, stepped behind him in the air, grabbed the five fingers in the air, and the five "soul eyes" around his body all lit up, and the power of the soul gushed out. He let out a long sigh of relief, gathered his mind, and concentrated on absorbing the qi of the leylines, no longer caring about anything else.

After a while, the body swelled around, the muscles and bones were quenched by the qi of the earth's veins, from head to toe, every pore was full of strength, Xu Ju was surprised and delighted, drunk like drinking alcohol, even the eye sockets that had been dry for many years were faintly itchy, and his eyes seemed to show signs of rejuvenation.

The "Four Eyes" writhed desperately in the ground, but in the end they were no stronger than Xu Wei and the two of them combined, and the meaning of the struggle was to loosen, suddenly penetrating the soil and stones, and the star gallop was electric, and it penetrated into his body from the spring point of Xu Hu's right foot and foot. An abundant earthly vein qi rushed left and right, sweeping the whole body, Xu Hu's eye sockets were in sharp pain, and he actually poked out a pair of hands, with five fingers flexed, and two eyes in the palm of his hand, and the divine light was like electricity, shining through the netherworld.

Wei Qiqi smiled "haha", stretched out his hand and pressed on the Xu Hu vest, drawing out the qi of the earth's veins and continuously injecting it into Dongming City.

The first to benefit were the thousands of ghosts in the city, one by one, they were like nectar, their size increased dramatically, and their upper and lower jaws "clucked" and closed, all of them looked at Wei Qiqi and were grateful to Dade. After a while, they plunged headlong into the ground, shoulder-to-shoulder, working together to serve their masters.

In an instant, the wind was blowing, the thunder rumbled, and the smoke and dust that shrouded the sky broke through a large hole, and the starlight and moonlight fell on Dongming City again.

The ground shakes the mountains, the city wall expands outward, vacates a large area of land, and the ghosts and things in the underground work together to raise the "demon refining" square step by step, uplift a huge hill, which is like a terraced field, and the houses, shops, inns, and wine shops are built around the slope, layer upon layer, dense like a beehive. Beneath the hills, the river meanders and sparkles, the black water passes through the city, and three stone bridges span the banks and are reflected in the water. On the top of the hill, the fountain statue is still there, the east is the silver hook workshop and the bell tower, the west is a bead and the song of silence, the north and south two halls echo each other, the south is the fire crow hall, the north is the red star merit hall, the cabinet fang six parts are scattered in the meantime, several places in the core of Dongming City, all in the present.

The gas of the leylines continues to flow into Dongming City, the hills are cracked, so the ruts are opened, there are eight stone steps and mountain roads leading to the square at the top of the mountain, a number of mountain gates are scattered, the number is different, there are eighteen plank roads around the mountain, one side of the mountain is the house, the other side stands with the square stone pile, the shape of the ghost is carved, the iron chain is connected, leaning on the railing.

At the beginning, it was just beginning to take shape, and under the continuous infusion of the earth's leylines, a stone and a tree, an eaves and a pillar, all became meticulously carved and orderly, and everyone was amazed.

Such a huge stroke, the tens of millions of years of accumulated leyline qi exhausted, Xu Hu's body "clicked", the "four eyes" shattered into several pieces, turned into powder, Wei Qiqi slowly withdrew his palm, stood with his hands down, and said with a smile: "How?"

Xu Hu looked at the mountain in the city, the city under the mountain, full of emotion, speechless for a while.

The stars dimmed, the smoke and dust covered the night sky again, and the darkness once again covered the land, but the attention of that short moment was enough to make people shocked. Dongming City once got a new life, a quick glance, many people are familiar with the shadow, the heart is related - the unity of the mountain city reminds people of Liantao City, the plank road around the mountain reminds people of the boundless view, the three bridges fly over reminds people of the three bridges of Xinyang, and the black water reflection belt reminds people of Chishui Cliff.

Wei Qiqi stepped into the void, stretched out his hand, and a sword light in Dongming City rose to the sky, and fell steadily into his palm, it was the treasure of the cave sky, the Mobei real waterfall sword. He shook the flying sword slightly, and Dongming City suddenly turned into billowing black smoke and poured into the flying sword, the cave was closed, and the ghost city disappeared without a trace.

Cities, mountains, rivers, bridges, houses, buildings, halls, thousands of ghosts, ghost kings and pots, all of them are included in the waterfall sword. Wei Qiqi flicked the sword body, buzzed, and whispered: "Chaos never keeps track of years, and each will make up for the truth." At that time, there was no galaxy fight, first there was our party and then there was heaven...... At that time, there was no galaxy fight, first there was our party and then there was heaven...... Dong Tianzhen is really ......"

In Luoyang City, although he easily subdued Yin Mobei, it was not the Dongtian Zhenren who was defeated by his subordinates. The past is gone, and in today's world, who determines the ups and downs?