On the south wall of the First City, everyone was extremely shocked.
How many evil spirits are there on this misty ice field?
This is the answer that everyone wants to know the most.
But for more than two thousand years, no one knew.
After a while, the number of evil spirits in the ghost mist reached 90,000, and there seemed to be an endless supply.
Feng Qingyan, dressed in white as snow, stood quietly in the sky, looking coldly at the evil spirits below. When no evil spirits came out, he shouted: "Follow me into the netherworld."
"Kill, kill, kill—"
One hundred thousand evil spirits roared, bursting out with extremely terrifying murderous intent.
As if it could overthrow the first city, even the great sages on the misty ice field were shocked.
"One hundred thousand evil spirits!"
"Who in this world can stop me?"
The great sage on the ice field stood in the air, looking at the hundred thousand evil spirits in horror.
One hundred thousand evil spirits moved towards the east of the city in a mighty manner, carrying an extremely terrifying aura, which seemed to be able to destroy everything. One hundred thousand evil spirits were like a torrent of steel, enough to destroy any country or faction in the world, just like a flood
No grass will be left in transit.
At this time, even Da Xian started to tremble when he saw it.
One hundred thousand evil spirits are really terrifying.
No one in this world can stop...
At this time, when the literati and soldiers on the south wall of the First City saw a hundred thousand evil spirits rushing away, their hearts were not filled with joy, nor excitement, nor cheers.
But fear!
For some reason, they suddenly became afraid.
They couldn't imagine what the world would be like if one hundred thousand evil spirits went south. At this time, they suddenly realized that it was not a good thing that someone seemed to be able to control one hundred thousand evil spirits...
Who knows what those who control evil spirits will do?
Countless people are trembling.
In fear.
At this time, everyone in the sky above the northern city wall was also trembling with fear. They finally saw how terrifying the gathering of a hundred thousand evil spirits was.
"If one day, canonization will go against my holy religion..."
Zuo Shaozai's face immediately turned pale.
impossible!
How can canonization be contrary to my holy religion?
Zuo Shaozai immediately denied it.
However, his face was still pale and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
Originally, being a saint was respected by everyone in the world, and no one could match his status. Now that he controls a hundred thousand evil spirits, who else in the world can compete with him?
By the way, what is the purpose of canonization?
Zuo Shaozai woke up immediately. Was he really going to fight into the netherworld?
If a hundred thousand evil spirits enter the Netherworld, not only can the "weirdness" in the Netherworld be eliminated, but also the evil spirits on the foggy ice field can be eliminated.
one stone two bird.
It is indeed a good thing that the canonization brings one hundred thousand evil spirits into the underworld!
After many people are frightened, they immediately think that it is best to go in and never come out again.
As for what Netherworld will become in the end, it is no longer their business. Even if something happens, Wanli Changting can continue to guard the ghost land of Huangquan...
The great sages on the misty ice field couldn't help but look at each other.
A moment later, Feng Qingyan led one hundred thousand evil spirits through the east of the city and stopped in front of a literary pavilion. Behind him, there were countless soldiers and scholars chasing after him, wanting to see how one hundred thousand evil spirits could fight their way into the underworld.
The "weird" in the netherworld cannot be killed.
"Being a saint, do you really want to enter the underworld?"
At this time, Zuo Shaozai flew over and did not dare to get too close.
It wasn't that he was afraid of Feng Qingyan, but the murderous aura bursting out from a hundred thousand evil spirits was as real as anything, making his soul tremble a little.
Inaccessible.
Even great sages cannot shake the murderous intent of a hundred thousand evil spirits.
"It's not good for one hundred thousand evil spirits to continue to stay on the misty ice field." Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and glanced over, and he could clearly feel the fear of everyone.
Zuo Shaozai nodded and said, "Come back safely."
"I will."
Feng Qingyan smiled and said to the scribe in the literary pavilion in front of him, "Please turn off the literary lamp temporarily."
At this time, the scribes in the Wen Pavilion looked at the hundreds of thousands of evil spirits in front of them in horror. They seemed to have vaguely guessed something, and said: "Follow the order of the saint."
The writing light goes out.
Feng Qingyan nodded, then led one hundred thousand evil spirits across the Wenting Pavilion, heading towards the Underworld Ghost Land.
When a hundred thousand evil spirits passed by, the scribe quickly lit the lantern.
A few miles outside the Wen Pavilion, there are layers of underworld, like layers of stone waterfalls going down. As for the opposite side of the underworld, there is a strange darkness of nothingness.
Feng Qingyan looked at it while stepping down into the air.
Like the yellow spring flowing down by a waterfall, it flows down with the souls of the dead, flowing into the darkness of ignorance.
After a while, Feng Qingyan vaguely heard the terrifying aura of fighting below, and quickly walked down with a hundred thousand evil spirits.
To the outside world, Huangquan is an extremely terrifying existence.
But for Feng Qingyan.
It's just ordinary yellow water.
boom!
A burly figure like an iron tower was fighting in the darkness, and the aura bursting from his body tore through the surrounding darkness.
At this time, General Wu, as if he had transformed into a mountain, suppressed the underworld.
Several "weird" creatures were unable to be killed for a while.
At this moment, General Wu felt a terrifying aura and chaotic roars coming from above him. He frowned suddenly and looked back.
Evil spirit?
General Wu was obviously startled, and then his expression suddenly changed.
One hundred thousand evil spirits?!
Moreover, in front of the hundred thousand evil spirits, there seems to be a figure dressed in white.
"General Wu, will you follow me into the underworld?"
Feng Qingyan, who was flying down at this time, also saw General Wu in the darkness below, and said with a faint smile.
General Wu was silent.
"kill!"
Feng Qingyan's face turned cold, he pointed at General Wu and shouted.
"Kill, kill, kill—"
Hundreds of thousands of evil spirits swarmed up.
At this time, the murderous aura burst out from a hundred thousand evil spirits seemed to overthrow the underworld.
General Wu's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to kill me!
Canonization wants to kill me!
At this time, General Wu immediately shot towards the rear without daring to stay for a moment. Even if he was a Great Righteous Lord, he could not fight against a hundred thousand evil spirits.
A hundred thousand evil spirits can tear him apart in an instant.
Kill kill kill!
One hundred thousand evil spirits kill towards the darkness.
Those "weird" ones that were trying to escape were torn apart by a hundred thousand evil spirits in an instant.
"Ha ha--"
At this time, Feng Qingyan laughed loudly and walked into the underworld with a hundred thousand evil spirits.
General Wu Shang, who was hiding in the darkness in the distance, saw that the hundred thousand evil spirits were not chasing him, so he stopped and looked coldly at the figure in white who walked into the netherworld.
Canonization is not about killing him.
However, if he does not retreat, a hundred thousand evil spirits will definitely tear him apart...
At this time, Feng Qingyan led a hundred thousand evil spirits to kill in the Netherworld. However, as soon as he entered the Netherworld, he was frightened by countless dead souls and evil ghosts.
It seems that the "weirdness" near the Huangquan Ghost Land is also felt.
Run away immediately.
"Netherworld, I'm finally back."
At this time, Feng Qingyan stood in the dark netherworld and felt a somewhat familiar atmosphere, which made him feel like he was home.