Feng Qingyan looked at the evil spirit and began to think.
If evil spirits and "weirdness" are great enemies, is it before life or after death? If it is before death, doesn't it mean that "weirdness" has already appeared, and it is not because of Emperor Shang?
This shouldn't be possible.
It seems that he died.
Perhaps in the ghost merchant era, evil spirits were entrenched in the underworld, but the appearance of "strange things" drove the evil spirits out of the underworld and had to wander on the ice fields.
So there was the misty ice field...
After a while, all the "weirds" around him were torn apart, and Feng Qingyan did not immediately reveal the ghost gate. After all, the evil spirit had just killed nearly a hundred "weirds" and had suffered many casualties. Let them wait for a while.
Um?
Feng Qingyan's brows suddenly frowned.
He saw patches of strange aura faintly permeating the darkness, which shocked him. If evil spirits or dead souls were sensed by the strange aura, wouldn't they turn into evil spirits?
At this time, he immediately ordered the evil spirits to stay away, and then used Wen Qi to purify the strange atmosphere.
in a blink.
One day passed.
Feng Qingyan integrated a hundred thousand evil spirits and the ghost gate appeared behind him again.
When the ghost gate emerged, the "weird" hidden in the netherworld began to attack Feng Qingyan crazily again, seemingly not afraid of a hundred thousand evil spirits.
This made Feng Qingyan very puzzled.
The ghost gate obviously suppresses them...
When "Weird" came to kill again, he could faintly see that "Weird"'s eyes were full of madness and greed.
Crazy is understandable.
But what about greed?
"Weird" Greedy Ghost Gate?
Feng Qingyan really couldn't understand why "Weird" would be greedy for the ghost gate, unless the ghost gate had a special effect on "Weird".
Special function...
Feng Qingyan frowned and thought.
"Weird" is so crazy, could it be that ghosts can help them become "taboo"?
This shouldn't be the case.
The ghost gate was obviously the ghost gate in his previous life, so what does it have to do with this world? Moreover, it was just a ghost gate.
Could it be that the ghost gate hides a secret that he doesn't know about?
While Feng Qingyan was thinking about it, a hundred thousand evil spirits started fighting crazily with the "weirds". When the number of "weirds" killed reached dozens, they immediately took back the ghost gate.
With just a cup of tea, a hundred thousand evil spirits killed "Weird".
At this time, Feng Qingyan allowed the evil spirit to rest, and even allowed the evil spirit to devour the dead souls to increase its strength...
…
"There are probably more than a hundred 'weird' things..."
Feng Qingyan sat cross-legged on the mountain peak, looking into the darkness in the distance.
During the rest, he also spent some time studying the Ghost Gate, but unfortunately he didn't find anything. Moreover, the "weird" was not the sixteen evil ghosts guarding the Ghost Gate...
This made him a little disappointed.
The sixteen evil ghosts guarding the ghost gate are not dead souls, fierce ghosts, evil ghosts, serious evils, or "weird". So what are they?
Could it be "taboo"?
"Taboo?"
At this time, Feng Qingyan's expression changed, he could be considered a "ghost", and he had tried almost everything except "taboo".
If it is really "taboo", where will he go?
And, if you find it, how do you catch it?
His brows furrowed.
call--
After a while, he exhaled and stood up, continuing to use the ghost gate to tempt the "weird".
After so many days, more than 300 "weird" ghosts in Netherworld were finally killed by one hundred thousand evil spirits. And almost half of the one hundred thousand evil spirits were lost, especially the evil spirits below the Wenxiang level, whose "weirdness" can be instantly
Kill hundreds or thousands...
There are only more than 50,000 evil spirits left out of one hundred thousand.
"Finally the killing is over."
Feng Qingyan said lightly, he couldn't say he was excited.
However, although the "weird" ones have been killed, there are still many evil ghosts in the Netherworld. Otherwise, how can the Netherworld be regarded as the territory of evil ghosts?
"Then clear it completely."
Feng Qingyan thought for a while and said, leading 50,000 evil spirits to sweep through the Netherworld, killing countless evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, fierce ghosts, and big evil spirits.
At this time, he started from the underworld ghost land and eliminated the evil ghosts all over the place.
When he was halfway through the purge, he discovered that there was a lot of literary luck in the world, pouring into his literary palace and into the Three Gentlemen Cauldron.
However, the literary fortune in Junzi's Cauldron was already full and had to flow out.
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised.
Where did these literary fortunes come from?
In the past few days, apart from leading evil spirits to kill the weird ones in the Netherworld, he has not done much. According to his past experience, literary fortune will only decline when he helps a large number of literati...
But now that I am in the Netherworld, I have not been able to help a large number of literati.
Moreover, there is also literary luck in the Netherworld?
He didn't think much and continued to lead the evil spirits to kill the evil spirits.
As time goes by, he cleans out more and more evil ghosts, purifies the strange atmosphere with his literary spirit, and restores a bright world to the underworld...
There was more literary luck at this time.
It seemed that they were coming in a steady stream, so many that Feng Qingyan could not imagine, which made him even more confused. Was he mending the sky or repairing the earth, so that he would have so much literary luck?
At this time, Feng Qingyan was suddenly startled. Could it be related to cleaning up the Netherworld?
But what is the relationship between the Netherworld and the Holy Way?
If there is merit in clearing the netherworld, it should be due to the luck of the underworld, not the luck of literature.
Soon after, Feng Qingyan led 50,000 evil spirits and purged them at the foot of Feng Mountain.
At this time, tens of thousands of dead souls have gathered in Fengshan Mountain, and they have more or less regained their consciousness. Moreover, there are still a steady stream of dead souls coming around Fengshan Mountain...
The top of Fengshan Mountain.
The little lady Yaoyao was still dressed in bright red, quietly looking at Feng Qingyan below.
At this time, Feng Qingyan smiled and said hello, looked at the souls of the dead on Feng Mountain, and said: "Little lady Yaoyao, do you know why the souls of the dead can regain their consciousness?"
Miss Yaoyao walked down step by step, then turned around and looked at Fengshan, saying: "Fengshan has regained a trace of imperial power..."
"It turns out that this mountain is called Fengshan."
Feng Qingyan nodded and found that the name "Fengshan" was somewhat familiar. It seemed that in his previous life, there was also a mountain named Fengshan.
Moreover, Fengshan Mountain runs through the two realms of Yin and Yang, and can be regarded as a bridge between the Yin and Yang realms.
"Diwei?"
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised and said: "What kind of imperial power?"
He didn't know the history of Fengshan, so he certainly didn't know that Fengshan had imperial power.
I don’t know that little lady Yaoyao didn’t know, but she still didn’t want to say it. She glanced at Feng Qingyan and left, returning to the top of Fengshan Mountain...
Feng Qingyan shook his head and led the evil spirit to continue to eliminate the evil spirits.
Time passes day by day.
Although there is no danger in cleaning up evil ghosts, the netherworld is too big to be easily cleared. In fact, it is just a fish in the sea...
Feng Qingyan led the evil spirits to sweep around and finally eliminated countless evil spirits.
Of course, there will definitely be many fish that slip through the net, but there is nothing that can be done, and it is impossible to completely eliminate them.
And in these few days, the literary fortune has not stopped.
The literary fortune in his literary palace seemed to be even greater than his literary spirit, filling the entire literary palace. At this time, Feng Qingyan didn't know what to say. If he told others, his literary fortune in the literary palace