"After reading too many books, I read a shackles and a cage. I only care about the word orthodoxy, and rest on the name of Hou Sheng Gong Ya Sheng and let it rot day by day.

Such a family is of no benefit to the world."

With this thought in Da Situ's mind, he saw Emperor Chongtian sitting on the throne and saw the thoughtful look in the eyes of Lord Da Fu, but he couldn't help but shake his head.

"It is not beneficial to the world, but it is beneficial to the dynasty.

Maybe after this, the Eight Great Families of Hedong will return to Taixuan Capital."

When Chen Tansheng saw that Da Situ did not respond, he lowered his head and thought about the meaning of Da Fu Hu Gu's words, who had not been in court for a long time.

The seventh prince stood in the east hall of Jiansu Mansion, looking up at Lu Jing's calligraphy and painting.

The pen and ink are firm and upright, with an awe-inspiring righteousness.

The seventh prince's eyes became even more intense.

"Whether you are virtuous or virtuous, and whether you maintain righteousness in your heart, it depends on whether Lu Jing can really seal the Baigui Mountain Passage."

"If he cannot suppress Baigui Mountain, he will no longer be the Duke of Jing in the hearts of the world."

The leader of the Huai Gang, the former prince of the Eastern Lady Kingdom, was standing behind him, also looking at the calligraphy and painting.

"When the catastrophe of ghosts and gods came in the Valley of the Dead, I was in the Valley of the Dead."

"That turmoil of ghosts and gods..."

The cloak on the head's face trembled, he paused, then shook his head and said: "Actually, I really want to see how Lu Jing sealed the Baigui Mountain Passage.

Do we just rely on Taiweiyuan Santai to offer sacrifices to supernatural powers?"

Yu Xuanlou clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes even more radiant.

…

Li Jingang, who had originally planned to go to the entrance of the Valley of the Dead, the two beautiful women of Wuye Mountain, the King of Power... and many other wealthy people in the world stared blankly at Lu Jing in the distance.

Lu Jingsha Xilou has been sheathed.

He squatted half down, stretched out his fingers, and drew a mark on the blood-splattered ground.

Starlight falls in the sky.

And the scattered starlight was like sharp blades, piercing into the heads of more than two thousand immortals.

Those immortal heads are suspended in mid-air.

From a distance, you can clearly see the arrangement of these heads, which looks very much like an altar.

Blood rained down and the breeze blew.

The overwhelming ghosts and gods did not dare to approach Lu Jing, as if the awe-inspiring righteousness in Lu Jing's body was a sharp blade for killing ghosts.

They surged towards the Valley of the Dead, like locusts passing through.

Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai looked at each other.

Hazy wind and rain barriers were still suspended in front of them, covering their traces.

The judge chief of Yama Palace, who was able to see through this trace, was still hidden in the black mist and did not step out.

In the black mist, they will not die.

But if you step out of the black mist, just the sight of Mr. Jiu and Fu Wudao here is enough to make these two chief judges disappear from the world.

The strength of Yama Palace lies in the endless ghosts and gods, rather than the unparalleled strong man who can single-handedly dominate the world.

"Lu...what is Mr. Jing Guo doing?"

Until this moment, Nan Heyu was still exhausted from the battle just now and was panting.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the serious and meticulous Lu Jing carefully.

Luo Shubai on the side learned the art of brewing swords given by the Holy Lord, and his swordsmanship became more and more prosperous.

And as the son of Luo Mingyue, the great master of swordsmanship, he must have extraordinary knowledge.

But Luo Shubai didn't understand what the pattern Lu Jing drew on the ground actually represented.

"Maybe it represents...the human world?"

Fu Wudao was tall, and the Huaixia sword in his hand was pierced into the rock.

The two beautiful women in Wuye Mountain looked at Fu Wudao.

Fu Wudao remained silent.

Li Jingang on the side couldn't help but sigh.

"It is easy to open the passage to Baigui Mountain, but to re-secure it, relying on two, three and eight realms may not be enough.

The last time it was sealed, the remains of the millions of living beings in that palace were used as bones, and the Lord of Zhenwu Mountain, the Great Human Buddha of Great Leiyin Temple, and the Grand Situ of Taixuan Palace were used to seal it."

"Is it inevitable that such a result will happen this time?"

Li Jingang admired Lu Jing in his heart and was willing to fight against the immortals for Lu Jing.

But he really didn't think highly of Lu Jing.

Even at this moment, Lu Jing was hunched over, pulled out his grass-chopping knife, and cut a knife into the palm of his hand.

A drop of blood fell into the mark in the dust.

People watching this scene opened their eyes wide.

A wisp of smoke rose from the mark.

Then... nothing happened.

"This is?" King Weiguang was a little confused.

However, Li Jingang jumped out of the wind and rain barrier, his blood boiling like a sea, and he climbed over the mountains and ridges towards the Valley of the Dead.

"The day lilies will be cold if we wait any longer!"

Li Jingang shouted loudly, and immediately two to three hundred practitioners wanted to follow Li Jingang.

As Li Jingang said, just placing hope in Lu Jing... may eventually lead to catastrophe.

Luo Shubai also looked at Nan Heyu.

Nan Heyu did not hesitate and said: "No matter what the outcome of Jing Guo Gong's altar is, we can first go to the entrance of the Valley of the Dead. If Jing Guo Gong succeeds, we will strangle the ghosts and gods in the Valley of the Dead.

If Duke Jing had not succeeded..."

Nan Heyu hasn't finished speaking yet.

Lu Jing suddenly looked at the clouds in the distance.

"Mr. Jiu, Senior Fu Wudao, I still need to borrow your Zhen Palace essence and blood."

Lu Jing's thoughts flowed.

Mr. Jiu had already stepped forward. He casually put Zhan Qingshan aside and tapped his eyebrows with his fingers. A drop of red blood seeped out from his eyebrows and floated in front of Lu Jing.

Fu Wudao fell from the sky to the ground in just two or three steps. He looked at the mark on the ground and said, "Lu Jing, you owe me a lot of favors."

Lu Jing nodded without hesitation.

"Forge a sword to fight against the west tower in the sky, until I reach the passage to the mountain of hundreds of ghosts that was opened because of me.

Lu Jing owes the world a lot and also owes favors to his predecessors."

Fu Wudao, like Mr. Jiu, took out a drop of blood essence from his own arsenal.

As the two drops of essence and blood hung in the air, the two people's breaths became sluggish.

When Mr. Guanqi saw that Lu Jingqiu had taken the essence and blood from Mr. Nine and Fu Wudao Zhen Palace, he wanted to drop it on the ground and took out a drop of blood, but was pulled back by Mr. Eleven.

Mr. Guanqi turned around and saw Taoyao staring at him with an angry face.

Bai Guanqi smiled bitterly and was about to say something.

Then he saw Taoyao flicking her fingers, and a drop of blood fell on the cloud.

"Mr. Eleven."

Lu Jing saluted Mr. Eleven.

"With the essence and blood of three eight-level cultivators, coupled with the magical power of Taiweiyuan Sacrifice, I wonder if it is possible to seal the Baigui Mountain Passage?"

Fu Wudao still had some worry in his eyes.

Nan Heyu, Luo Shubai and many other practitioners also looked at Lu Jing with expectation.

Lu Jing shook his head slightly.

"not enough."

"Not enough?" Nan Heyu's momentum faltered.

King Weiguang became more and more silent.

The essence and blood of those eight-level cultivators contain the power of pure Yang, and the energy and blood of Yuque are extremely powerful.

These few drops of essence and blood were not enough. Even if they poured all their energy and blood into it, they would not gain much.

"Senior Baili..."

Just when everyone was a little overwhelmed.

Lu Jing's eyes fell on the white clouds in the distance.

"Senior Baili, can you lend Lu Jing a drop of blood..."

Senior Baili?

With the surname Baili, there was no one else who could be called a senior by the current Duke Jingguo, except Baili Qingfeng, the leader of the Dao Sect.
To be continued...