One day in the world, a thousand years in the underworld.

The four fields are vast. In this gloomy and gray land, even if you exhaust your eyes, you can only look out a thousand feet away. As far as the eye could see, there was no life, only a lonely Eight Immortal Chair was placed in the center, hanging a little green.

He sat reclining in the Eight Immortals Chair, supporting his jaw with his hand, looking at the three words Ji Ruochen on the ground, and his consciousness had already wandered. The long shadow wings hung diagonally from the back of the chair to the ground, the tips of the wings gently lapping against the limestone, scraping out a little spark.

A faint layer of black mist suddenly appeared on the field, and he rushed back towards the Eight Immortal Chairs. The black fog grew faster and faster, rolling up countless gravel and floating sand, whistling over the ground. When he surged in front of him, the layers of black mist had already turned into a fog wave more than ten feet high, and it was shot down with a bang! Seeing that the waves of fog were about to press down on his forehead, the fog waves suddenly turned into wisps of black gas and penetrated through his nostrils.

He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes that shimmered with a faint blue glow. The rest of his body was still made up of shadow mist, and although it was extremely condensed, it was actually tangible and intangible. Only these eyes are already tangible and qualitative. When he looked closely, his eyes were as clear as gems, but the blue was bottomless. The narrow pupil is like a sharp blade, and the dark red flame can be seen in the depths of the left pupil, but the right pupil is rippling with deep blue waves. These magic pupils seem to contain infinite mysteries, but there is absolutely no warmth and vitality.

As soon as his eyes opened, an invisible icy aura immediately dispersed in all directions, instantly sweeping thousands of feet, adding a lot of chill to the empty and desolate wilderness. More than a dozen ghosts and monsters of all kinds who were fighting and preying on themselves felt the chill, and immediately scattered and fled like crazy, and even discarded the food in their mouths.

When he returned from the fugue, he felt very tired, and he couldn't get interested in doing anything lazily, so he let the dozen or so ghosts escape. He was introverted and dived back into the depths of the sea of knowledge. At this moment, the green electricity of the Daodao Dao of the Sea of Knowledge continued to fall, stirring up many waves of the sky. Between the troughs and peaks, the picture scrolls float back and forth, opening and closing, changing and changing. His consciousness hung silently, and he looked at whichever scroll floated by.

At the age of fourteen, Ji Ruochen first ascended to Xixuan, standing in front of the gate of Taishang Daode Palace, and was already stunned by the endless purple gold tiles, white jade steps, green jue pillars, and smoke and water pavilions. In the same year, he took off his ragged clothes, put on brocade clothes and jade belts, and sat among a group of young children to recite the Tao Te Ching. He read every word and sentence with great concentration, and when he didn't know that he was around him, he would always cast a disdainful look. Although he was poor since he was a child, those unseen and unheard of ornate bronze tripods and gold lacquer carved beams were no different from the wooden tables and mud walls in the Longmen Inn in his eyes at this time: nothing could compare to a volume of "Tao Te Ching" in his hand.

At the age of fifteen, Ji Ruochen first practiced the three halal tips, and eight real people took turns to fight, teaching every day, and reincarnating every eight days. Eight true people are pedantic, and in addition to teaching each other, they do not forget to criticize the mistakes and omissions of the sword tricks of other veins; In the same year, he first realized the secret of dissociation from immortals, and the Taiqing Holy Realm was consummated.

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen......

He maneuvered among the real people, avoiding many disciples who were in trouble, and studied diligently day after day, carefully considering every word that he wanted to say. How many times did he meditate in the middle of the night, he was terrified and frightened, sweating through heavy clothes, just for the word immortal. He and Shang Qiushui, Li Xuanzhen drank and talked happily, and if he and Zhang Yinyin, Hanyan, Huaisu and other outstanding women were about to leave, in the chaos and entanglement, only he could understand, looking at it, in fact, he didn't know which sentence was true and which sentence was false, but he tried his best to distinguish and act carefully.

trembling, walking on thin ice, the eight words have exhausted everything.

Ji Ruochen's path is advancing day by day. From the beginning of the instinctive awakening to survive the death and win in danger, to skillfully use all kinds of magic weapons to defeat the enemy, and then to give up the trick and trick, to break the force, with the green shirt in the palm of the wooden sword, it is already invincible. In the past annual examinations, he was invincible.

The picture scrolls intermittently recorded Ji Ruochen's hurried years in the Daode Sect.

Traveling to the realm with the Tao, fighting and killing, making meritorious contributions, encountering the wonders of encounters, and being favored by real people, Ji Ruochen stands out among the disciples of the same generation, and only Ji Bingxian can be compared with him.

But as the scrolls turned over one by one, the more he looked at it, the more depressed he became.

When he saw Ji Ruochen splitting blood when divination with tortoise shell, he looked at his hands covered with blood in amazement, he couldn't bear the depression in his heart anymore, slapped the handrail heavily, soared into the sky, and roared up to the sky! When the endless whistling roared like thunder, tumbling and rolling and swept through the wilderness, the depressed breath in his chest was relieved a little.

When the howling gradually stopped, a murderous aura suddenly rose up from the depths of the wilderness, and from a distance, the gray-black tornado stirred up by the murderous aura soared upward, I am afraid that it will not be a hundred zhang high! The cold murderous aura slowly moved towards this side, obviously aimed at the long howl that he had just heard.

The whistling sound in his mouth suddenly stopped, and the blue color of his eyes suddenly seemed to come alive, and he was uncertain. Since the first time he carved the three words Ji Ruochen on the barren rock in the wilderness, he has broken through into the wilderness for 800 miles, and the fierce ghosts of Wenque, mandarin, bull, and flounder do not know how many they have killed, and they have never shown any mercy. At this moment, the ghosts and monsters within a radius of 100 miles were about to be slaughtered, and when he was thinking about advancing to the depths of the wilderness for another 300 miles, he didn't expect that there would be ghosts who dared to provoke him! He was not angry, but just let the cold killing machine spread in his chest, and looked at the source of the murderous aura. He has secretly made up his mind that even if he is chasing and killing thousands of miles, he will definitely uproot these bold ghosts!

Through the mist, more than five hundred Yin Pawns could be seen lined up in ten columns, striding towards this direction. These pawns were one foot tall, with dark skin and hideous faces, and their chests, shoulders, lower abdomen, and knees were covered with heavy iron armor with barbs embedded in them. The iron thorns had long been rusted, and I don't know if they had been eroded by the yin wind, or if they had been stained with too much ghost blood. They hold two zhang long ge, and the queue is extremely neat, and the five hundred yin pawns are as straight as one person. The footsteps were booming, and although they were still far away, he seemed to feel the earth trembling with the footsteps of these Yin pawns.

Behind the Yin Pawn Formation, there was a two-foot-tall military captain, riding a huge black bull with six hooves and ten horns, carrying a spear in his left hand and a whip in his right hand. The whip commander can be determined according to the captain's wishes, no matter which yin pawn is slightly disrupted by the pace of the queue, he will be whipped on the spot.

He already knew that there were nineteen kinds of Yin soldiers in the underworld in the picture scroll of the sea, and the five hundred Yin soldiers in front of him were called Hanjia Underworld Soldiers, ranking thirteenth among the Yin soldiers. The combat power of the cold armor underworld soldiers alone is not very strong, compared with the fierce creatures such as Wen Que and Bat Tiger, one Wen Que can easily kill dozens of underworld soldiers. However, the strength of the Yin pawn lies in the fact that it was born with the power to fight in arrays, and it has always been sent out in groups. These five hundred cold-armored underworld soldiers are so neat, and there are captains escorting the army, and they are the top grade among the Yin soldiers, I don't know which dynasty and which generation of iron-blooded soldiers are reincarnated. Before this team, even if it was a hundred Wen Sparrows, most of them would have to flee in the wilderness.

"Am I a normal ghost?" he sneered, floating to the ground.

The icy aura that spread all over his body came alive in an instant, swam out of his shelter, and converged towards his chest. On the way, the cold aura continued to merge with each other, gradually becoming stronger, and then turning into countless blue silk threads. When thousands of blue threads converged on his chest, his whole body suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light, which disappeared again. But through the shadow mist, it could be seen that there was a quiet blue flame burning in his chest.

This fire is cold.

He condensed his mind, and the blue flame in his chest slowly sank down according to his will, and stopped three inches down. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound, and the rocky ground under his feet suddenly sank a foot, and countless cracks spread in all directions, and did not stop until ten zhang away. It turned out that as soon as the blue flame sank, his formless and insubstantial body actually became more than a thousand pounds, and cracked the gray rock of the sky that was stronger than fine iron!

In the middle of his thoughts, he had already made Ji Ruochen's body in the scroll jump up, and his figure became nothing, like a clear smoke, rushing towards the cold-armored underworld army array. Running all the way, the ethereal place is like a cloud of smoke, and there seems to be no half of the place to focus on, but the momentum is really thunderous. He took a step of thirty zhang, but on the field but listened to the thunderstorm, one by one ten zhang square circle of large pits staggered, in an instant stretched forward a hundred miles, hidden in the depths of the thick fog!

The captain of the military academy suddenly reined in the black bull, pointed the iron spear forward, and roared wildly! The five hundred cold-armored underworld soldiers stopped at the same time, let out a shout, and Chang Ge was flat, and in an instant, he was already in a battle formation, and the sudden murderous aura that rose to the sky was not comparable to the beginning!

As soon as the gray fog in front of the military formation opened, his faint figure had rushed out of the fog. But the earth trembling with his footsteps showed that the momentum was by no means as light and breezy as it seemed.

In a few steps, he had rushed to within a hundred feet in front of the military formation, and the momentum of the charge did not decrease but increased! The steel beard of the military academy captain suddenly rose, staring at the faint figure in front of the formation, could it be that this guy dared to rush into the battle head-on?!

He didn't stop under his feet, and rushed towards the rows of sharp iron Ge! The shadow wings behind him suddenly swung sharply, and thousands of shadow feathers came out of the wings, turning into thousands of invisible blades, and swept through the battle array of the underworld!

Click, click, and in the continuous light sound, the invisible feather blade rushed straight through the ten rows of underworld soldiers before it dissipated. The Gangfeng brought up by his momentum immediately arrived, and nearly a hundred underworld soldiers were blown by the Gangfeng, and their bodies were immediately dissociated into hundreds of pieces, which were blown hundreds of zhang away in an instant. It turned out that these underworld soldiers had already been cut into pieces by countless feather blades, and as soon as the wind arrived, their bodies immediately collapsed.

When the captain of the military academy saw that he had lost nearly a hundred underworld soldiers in one face, he was furious, roared wildly, and instigated the black bull under his seat to rush straight towards him!

He immediately caught up, and when he saw the giant spear of the military captain stabbing at him, he sneered and grabbed the tip of the giant spear with a wave of his hand!

He immediately felt a vigorous force from the tip of the spear in his palm, and before he could urge his luck, his palm could no longer withstand the sharpness of the giant spear. The spear pierced through his palm, sliced open his chest, and peeked out from behind him, piercing a shadow wing as well.

The captain of the military academy was overjoyed, and the giant spear swung sideways in the wild shouting, intending to tear his body apart. Fang Yi's luck was strong, and the captain of the military academy suddenly realized that he had done nothing, and only looked at himself calmly. Those blue eyes became brighter and brighter, and later, two points of blue almost robbed them of all the light around them!

On the way back, the body of the captain suddenly froze, and then with a loud bang, its body exploded along with the black bull under it, and exploded into a cloud of gray powder, and only a big head was stimulated by the shock wave and continued to fly high.

He slowly pulled out the giant spear in his body, and the void left on his body was filled with black mist, and he was rapidly recovering. In retrospect, he was completely unafraid of the strength on the giant spear of Captain Fangcai, but although the palm of the shadow mist was hard, it could not stop the sharpness of the giant spear. Thinking of the great power of the magic weapons in the picture scroll of Zhihai, and Ji Ruochen's low strength, he repeatedly relied on magic weapons to defeat the strong with weakness, he was also a little moved. So he shook the giant spear in his palm and thought to himself: "Maybe it's good to find a few treasures to use." ”

As soon as the captain of the army was killed, the formation of the cold-armored underworld soldiers was chaotic, but they never knew what they were afraid of, and they all stood up and surrounded and killed from all directions. He frowned, and swung the giant spear horizontally, swinging all the dozens of iron gos, and then swinging the spear and stabbing it continuously, each spear pierced, and nine spear shadows would float on the body of the giant spear, along with the giant spear body, piercing the chests of the ten cold-armored underworld soldiers.

One spear killed ten pawns, and with a wave of his hand, more than 400 cold-armored soldiers had all been ambushed.

With a thud, the head of the lieutenant fell and the bones rolled to his feet. He lifted the head of the military captain, and a faint blue flame appeared in his palm, instantly burning the head into ashes. Some of the lieutenant's consciousness returned to his body with the blue flames, and he was thrown into the sea of knowledge, turning into a broken picture, and sinking in the waves.

He closed his eyes, carefully searched the contents of the scroll, opened his eyes again, and smiled indifferently: "It turns out that there is a great general, very good." ”

He took the great spear upside down and walked quietly into the depths of the wilderness.

In the depths of the wilderness, there is a military camp that can be called a tiger and a dragon. The camp is fenced with a rock pillar hugged by one person, and the stone fence is two zhang high, and the upper end is sharpened. Behind the fence is a platform that is one zhang wide and can stand soldiers. A total of 16 arrow towers are divided into various directions, and the whole body of the arrow tower is also made of limestone, which is solid and rough. The two huge gates of the barracks are purely constructed of rock pillars, each ten zhang wide. A ditch ten zhang wide and five zhang sunk around the camp for a week, will protect the entire camp in it. The bottom of the ditch is full of sharp stone thorns, and the stone thorns are still wearing many giant beasts and ghosts, as well as the bones of many Yin soldiers and ghosts. Under the gloomy wind of the wilderness, these remains have long since turned into rocks.

The camp is full of military tents, which look the same, but the big tent of the Chinese army in the center is magnificent and has the unique tendency to stand out from the crowd. In front of the Chinese military tent, a flagpole of a hundred zhang thick is erected, and the flagpole is composed of black stones, which looks rough and heroic. A dark gray flag floats on the top of the pole, and the tattered flag is painted with military signs that cannot be seen in the past.

However, hovering over the camp at this moment is not a murderous aura, but a dead aura that is so thick that it can't be dissolved.

Within dozens of miles around the camp, you can see Yin soldiers and ghost soldiers lying on the ground everywhere, and there are many generals such as captains and generals in it. Whether it is a soldier or a general, most of the bodies are fragmented and shrouded in a misty gray. When the gust of wind blows, it will scrape a layer of stone dust on their torsos, and they don't know where to roll.

Broken knives, broken flags and broken armor are scattered everywhere. Several military flags were planted diagonally on the ground, and whenever the wind blew, the flagpole would tremble endlessly, emitting a terrifying scream.

At the gate of the camp, a suspension bridge made of boulders was erected on the trench crookedly, and the huge chain made of two pig iron used to pull the suspension bridge had been broken into four pieces. One of the two camp gates collapsed inside the camp, and the other barely hung on the doorpost, threatening to collapse at any moment. Fifteen of the sixteen arrow towers have been destroyed, and the only remaining arrow tower has a four-zhang iron spear through the building, piercing the four yin pawn archers in the arrow tower into a string.

In the camp, there was a deathly silence.

Suddenly, a sound broke the extremely oppressive silence, and a head the size of a water tank rolled out of nowhere and hit the flagpole in front of the Chinese army's big tent before stopping. The skull had a hideous face, four dark golden eyes were lined up, and the roots of the beard like steel needles were rising, and three of the four thick fangs sticking out of the lips in the giant mouth of the blood basin had been broken off at the root, and the bronze giant helmet as thick as three inches was actually nailed directly to the skull by eighteen giant nails.

The head hissed and cried, "I am ...... The great general is also ......"

A cold voice came from spontaneously: "It's a pity, now you're not." ”

A steel boot crept into the general's head, and then stepped down. The bronze helmet creaked and groaned, and before the steel boot, it was soft as papier-mâché, collapsing rapidly, being trampled flat, and then sinking into the hard rocky ground.

After stepping the general's head completely into the ground, he couldn't get enough of it, and kicked another giant black rhinoceros lying on the ground. This black giant rhinoceros was originally the general's mount, and at this moment, its huge body dozens of zhang long was kicked high, crossed the camp fence, and flew straight out thousands of zhang away, and Fang Shi fell down with a bang!

After cleaning up the eyesore, he raised his eyes to look at the flagpole, smiled, and with a wave of his right hand, it had transformed into a ten-zhang giant palm and held the flagpole. With a sudden exertion, he actually pulled up the flagpole alive, and then with a roar, he stuck the flagpole on the general's head! After reinserting it into the ground, the flagpole had become 90 zhang. He pointed to the flag with his left hand, and a thin blue flame erupted from his fingertips, shooting on the flag, and suddenly burning into a fierce fire! In the blue flames, the damaged flag was repaired in an instant, and the dark gray flag also turned into a deep black.

Another blue flame shot out from his fingertips, transforming into the character "Ji" in mid-air. Just as he was about to shoot at the flag, he suddenly felt a sense of annoyance in his heart, so he waved his hand and let the word dissipate in the air.

The Ebony Eight Immortals Chair is placed in front of the flagpole.

He sat down peacefully, sitting flat and stable, and the big black flag behind him was hunting and flying in the wind!

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