Black and White Wuchang raised the mourning stick in his hand, and the three of them immediately started fighting together again.
The sky above this space immediately changed color, and the movements of three tall Yin gods could stir up the storm.
The terrifying power that leaked out swept down the dense forest below in pieces. Compared to them, those ordinary sinisters were like ants.
The battle in the sky was still going on. I looked up and suddenly noticed something strange here.
Although the power of Ming Cang and Black and White is very powerful, there seems to be an invisible barrier in the high sky in the distance.
Their power will be bounced away when it hits the invisible barrier.
I frowned, knowing that it should be some kind of restriction in this place, which prevents the atmosphere from leaking out, and at the same time, the situation inside cannot be seen from the outside.
So when we first came in here, Zhao Qian said that the eyes of the Yins couldn't see inside, which should be the reason for this barrier.
This barrier was probably set up by Yinggou back then. After all, this place was once his treasure house, so the atmosphere here must be shielded.
Back then, Ying Gou was extremely powerful and was the master of the entire underworld. He could use this method.
Ming Cang, who was in mid-air, kept waving the long knife in his hand to fight.
Although he looked very brave, I could tell that he was at the end of his strength.
After all, he has been imprisoned here for too long, and his strength has been consumed a lot. Now he is facing the existence of black and white, and it is one against two. He cannot last long.
However, he was not discouraged at all, and still fought desperately to complete his final glory.
Seeing this scene seemed to ignite a fire in my heart.
I am Ying Gou. I was extremely powerful back then, and the entire underworld was my territory.
But now, when I come to the underworld, I actually have to be careful everywhere and sneak around like an ant, which makes me a little unbearable.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help clenching my fists.
After all, I won Gou, and I have my own pride. Now that I have come to the underworld and seen the battle in Ming Cang, the hidden pride in my heart seems to be vented.
I clenched my fists desperately and suppressed the thoughts in my heart, because now is not the time, I am not strong enough, and if I expose myself, I will be hunted by the entire underworld.
The battle in mid-air continued, but the battle at this time was no longer beautiful, but rather tragic.
No matter it was Ming Cang or the two impermanences, they no longer used any brilliant spells at this time, but just fought hard one by one.
Every attack will cause the heaven and earth here to shake.
I can see that Ming Cang has gradually fallen behind. He has been locked up for too long and his strength has been consumed too much.
Black and white and Wuchang have been together for who knows how many years. They have the same mind and they work together as if they are one person, so it is very difficult for Ming Cang to deal with them.
The black impermanence in the sky hit Ming Cang with a stick.
The already defeated Ming Cang seemed to have no time to dodge, and was directly hit on the left shoulder by a stick.
The huge Dharma image shook with a bang, and the Yin Shen appeared a little distracted.
Seeing this situation, Bai Wuchang next to him let out a ferocious laugh, knowing that Ming Cang had reached the end of his strength.
He jumped up and landed in front of Ming Cang, hitting his head with the mourning stick in his hand.
At this moment, Ming Cang, who was leaning forward, suddenly had a smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the mourning stick.
Bai Wuchang sensed something was wrong, let out a strange cry, let go of the mourning stick, turned around and ran away.
But at this time, Ming Cang had already raised the long knife in his hand high, and thousands of golden lights bloomed from the blade, like a small sun.
Then he slashed towards Bai Wuchang with one knife.
The face of Hei Wuchang next to him changed drastically, he let out a strange cry, and raised his mourning stick to hold the knife.
But this sword was a sword that Ming Cang tried his best to fight with, and he couldn't hold it back at all!
The sword flashed, and the mourning stick in Hei Wuchang's hand suddenly broke into two pieces, and then the sword continued forward and landed on Bai Wuchang's back.
The power on this knife was too strong, so powerful that it was beyond imagination. The golden sword light left a trace in the air, and even the high restriction was cut into a gap by this knife.
When the sword fell, Bai Wuchang's huge body was immediately cut into two pieces, and then disappeared into thin air.
The power of a sword actually caused an impermanence to completely disappear into thin air!
"Bi'an!"
Seeing that his partner was cut down by Ming Cang with one strike, Hei Wuchang's eyes widened and he looked at Ming Cang with hatred in his eyes.
Both black and white impermanence have names. White impermanence is named Xie Bian, and black impermanence is named Fan Wujiu.
The two are both underworld gods, one is black and the other is white. They have known each other for thousands of years, and they are the same people. Of course, there is no talk of their feelings.
Now that his partner was beheaded by Ming Cang, how could Hei Wuchang not be angry?
He turned his head and stared closely at Ming Cang.
At this time, Ming Cang was already at the end of his strength. He had almost used up all his strength to kill Bai Wuchang with one strike, so he was extremely weak at this time, and even the huge Yin Shen was somewhat weakened.
Hei Wuchang let out a strange scream, raised the half-cut mourning stick in his hand, and knocked it down on his shoulder.
Ming Cang, who had exhausted all his strength, did not dodge at all, but endured the blow forcefully.
Then his huge Yinshen disappeared and collapsed, and his body returned to normal size. He knelt on the ground with one weak leg, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, but the blood was golden.
At this time, Hei Wuchang withdrew his Yin Shen and struck Ming Cang with another stick.
The force used at this move was so great that Ming Cang's huge body rolled down a long way and then stopped in front of me.
Ming Cang, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to stand up again, then turned his head and looked at me.
I was also looking at him, and I saw a trace of ridicule in his eyes.
"Ying Gou, this hell was yours back then, but now you are living like an ant. I feel sad for you." Ming Cang looked at me and slowly shook his head.
I could understand the meaning in his eyes. He wanted me to stand up and fight.
"My strength has not recovered. It is far behind what it was back then." I looked at Ming Cang and said slowly.
He looked at me, and after a long time a smile appeared on his face.
"I'm here to help you, swallow me, use my power to fight in this underworld, and tell everyone that you came back victorious!"
I looked at him, and the inexplicable restlessness in my heart became increasingly difficult to control.
I know that I need to vent now, because I am Yinggou, this is my territory, and I want to tell everyone that I, Yinggou, am finally back!
"good!"
I nodded to Ming Cang.
Hearing my words, he laughed and laughed happily.
The next moment, his huge body turned into a small black dot and disappeared directly into my soul.
"Win Gou, let's have a good fight!" Ming Cang's last voice came from deep in his soul.
As his power entered my body, the soul blood in the depths of my soul kept turning, and the power above surged out crazily.
My nails kept growing, my skin shriveled and turned blue-purple, and the power of Ying Gou deep in my soul was released crazily.
On the banks of the Wangchuan River, on the Naihe Bridge, a lonely man in red clothes at the bridge head suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance as if he felt something.
"You...are you back?" There were tears in her eyes.
In the palace of the Ten Halls of Yama, the ten hell kings raised their heads almost at the same time and looked in a certain direction.
Feeling the powerful and somewhat familiar aura, the expressions on the faces of the Tenth Palace Yamas were different. They didn't know what they were thinking, but the only thing in common was that they were very scared at this time.
In the abyss, a bald old monk was sitting on the ground. Opposite him was a sword, a sword about the same height as him.
The old monk slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword hilt.
But when the palm was about to get close to the hilt of the sword, a golden light flashed on the sword and gently flicked away the old monk's withered palm.
The old monk sighed and took back his palm.
At this moment, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly opened in the dark space behind the old monk.
Those eyes were huge, like two red moons.
Then a mountain-like figure began to stir uneasily. It turned out to be a huge black cat.
"Meow!" The huge black cat, as big as a hill, called out to Ksitigarbha.
Ksitigarbha waved his hand gently, and the black cat immediately became quiet.
"Don't worry, he won't come back." The old monk had a smile on his face and a faint look in his eyes.
