In the real world, He Huan is still the same as the old three - fishing, grilling fish, and drinking to pass the time. Compared to the ongoing life and death battle in the underworld, not to mention how comfortable it is.
"Timer starts."
One hour, two hours, passed by in a flash.
"It should be about the same."
Although the red and white demons are a bit weak, if the two sides join forces, they can at least be on a par with the things in the graveyard master's tomb. Otherwise, how can they hang out in the Netherworld? How will their younger brothers who have been with them before treat their former boss?
"Chiliu——"
Holding a wedding lantern in one hand and a paper dragon to hold the soul in the other, he activated the "Escape Technique" and the figure disappeared into the endless sea.
The Nether World, the land of hundreds of graves, is a mess as far as the eye can see!
The previously intact yellow tombs without monuments all had large holes, indicating that the unknown objects buried inside had emerged from them and were passively participating in high-intensity battles.
Various ditches crisscrossed the ground, and there were countless deep pits, which seemed to be washed out by artillery shells. It was quite tragic. With the help of the dim red light, the broken limbs scattered on the ground could be clearly seen.
The black blood, which emitted a strong fishy smell, was soaked in some humanoid limbs that clearly bore the markings of beasts, insects, scales and other creatures.
Judging from the severed limbs at the scene, there were approximately eighty or ninety corpses.
"Ouch——"
It’s so intense!
He squatted down and knocked on the half-part of an animal claw on the ground. Through the collision, he learned that the owner of this claw had a physical strength no less than his. And some other insects, with scale limbs, were even several times stronger than him.
More than twice as much.
It is conceivable how far the careers of the former secret blood warriors have developed. At the same time, the things in the main tomb in the center of the cemetery are definitely not easy to mess with, otherwise they would not be suppressed by a group of powerful corpses.
"Fortunately, I have the red and white generals."
With a sigh, his eyes shifted to the middle of the battlefield.
I saw a red body and a white body standing up together, slumped on the ground motionless. The evil energy that usually whizzed out was now not heard at all. The chests of the two evil spirits rose and fell slowly, as if their vitality was seriously injured.
Opposite them, about ten meters away, was a human figure covered in tatters, his body half leaning against a tombstone without a word, his eyes staring fiercely at a certain culprit.
"Eh!"
The instigator looked at the ancient corpse and let out a sound of doubt.
The opponent's clothes and armor looked tattered after the battle, but they could still be vaguely identified as the style of General Daxuan. At least the body's status was not low when he was alive.
After all, someone who can kill out of a group of secret blood warriors is not easy to deal with. He definitely has two brushes in his hand.
He walked forward in three or two steps, came to the ancient corpse, squatted down and looked at it carefully.
The green face has fangs, and the exposed skin is covered by a layer of scales. The cloudy eyes are not normal human pupils, nor are they so-called animal pupils.
But a kind of... a kind of evil eyes, as if the ancient corpse lying opposite was not just a corpse, but also the product of the invasion of evil spirits.
"Damn it, is it because you, that old pervert, have upgraded your industry?"
If you think about it, it's not impossible.
Qi Renxi is definitely the most outstanding group of people he has ever seen.
If someone can start from scratch and spend decades to create a secret blood warrior, they may not be able to tinker with some skills based on the secret blood warrior.
"Mystical blood warriors are a combination of humans and alien beasts. They acquire powers and talents that are not human by injecting their heart blood. However, if they want to compete with the weird ones, they are clearly unable to do so.
Is it because of industrial upgrading that they can harm supernatural beings, or is it because they were buried in the underworld after death and their bodies were infected over the years, resulting in special abilities?
Or, simply add two folds!!"
For a moment, He Huan's eyes looked at the ancient corpse, full of passion. It was like when he was a child, he saw the toy he longed for in the mall. It was love from the bottom of his heart.
"???"
The ancient corpse's cloudy eyes suddenly became clear.
Without him, I would be scared!
For the first time in my life.
I never expected that a human's gaze could be so frightening.
"It is of great research value. It's a pity that we can't find a way to confine it for a while." He couldn't hold it any longer. The research soul burning in his body couldn't wait to figure out Qi Renxi's [Everyone is Like a Dragon] plan.
, to what extent it has progressed.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Three consecutive sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard, and the red and white demons on the ground, as well as the ancient corpses stretched out, were all put into the coffin by him.
“Bang-dang——”
The coffin lid is fastened, the paper dragon is affixed, and the work is completed.
"They are already weak, and with the coffin and paper dragon, they may not be able to fully recover for a while. Before the three weirdos can lift themselves up, I have to find a way to get the best of both worlds."
After he finished speaking, he began to look around, hoping that there would be something good in the cemetery.
After a while, he returned holding the tombstone in front of the main tomb.
[Soul Stele (Suppression of Spirits): Carving a name on a tombstone indicates that this person will be greatly suppressed throughout his life. (Note: It is not completely suppressed. As time goes by, the words will gradually smooth out. If the suppressed person is strong
Being too tyrannical will also speed up the smoothing of the text.)]
Not only did he find tombstones, he also found that the loess in the cemetery also had the effect of suppressing evil spirits.
[Netherworld (soul-suppressing): This soil is infected by the aura of the underworld, and due to the burial of many powerful dead corpses and living dead, the soil quality has changed, and has a powerful soul-suppressing effect.
(Note: The underworld will absorb the power of the suppressor bit by bit and silently strengthen its own abilities. As time goes by, unpredictable secondary mutations will occur. Of course, it may take a long time.
Long, very long.)】
"Bang!"
Lifting the lid of the coffin, under the horrified eyes of the red and white demons and the ancient corpse, the famous ruthless man took out a shovel from his storage ring, swung his arms, and shoveled dirt inside.
After a moment, he looked at the loess filled in the coffin and closed the coffin lid again with satisfaction.
"It can't be wasted."
Looking at the remaining 90 or so graves, Bu Bu continued shoveling the soil, but this time shoveled them all into the storage ring.
When you encounter something good, you can easily let it go.
There is a saying that he is a truly accomplished person.
It's a pity that the tomb bricks in the main tomb are ineffective. The main force in suppressing the ancient corpses is the spiritual monument, Netherland, and the other ninety-nine corpses. Otherwise, not even a piece of turning head would be left.
"In half a day, I can reach Xinyue Kingdom completely."
"Chiliu——"
"Escape" is activated, return to the real world, retrieve your small spaceship, and continue on the unfinished road.
…
On the afternoon of the third day on the way to Xinyue Kingdom, we can arrive successfully in another hour.
It's just that God's will is inevitable. He may have had a previous life named Tang Sanzang.
On the way, something happened again.
If someone encounters something strange and evil once, it is already extremely bad luck. If they encounter it twice, it can be said to be bad luck.
three times?
The broom star descends to earth!
Four times?
Only one name can express it in detail——He Huan.
He looked not far away, in the mist, at the figure of a child, whose face was as dark as a black hole in the universe.
"Uncle, isn't it the so-called crying to death?"
Before coming here, if you hadn't listened to Wu Ling, you could have just spoken plainly to Master Shishu and the others.
All the sneaky and evil things said by the two people will come true, and they will be experienced one by one.
If he hadn't been a clever man, he would have died long ago.
"Go back and find an opportunity to secretly strangle these two bastards to death. Uh...forget it, let's just kill them. Choking them to death is a bit cruel."
The person named Wu was his number one henchman, and the people named Liu contributed many good things to it one after another, all of which were quite useful. It would be a pity to die.
Follow normal people’s thinking and the correct approach.
It is best to escape from the Netherworld, then advance from the sea, skipping the territory of the Weeping Death Man, and enter the Xinyue Kingdom.
But, how could someone named He be so easily subdued?
people.
The red and white demons, the ancient corpses in hundreds of tombs, are still thrown into coffins and suppressed. They are just crying to death. Why should they be allowed to avoid their sharp edges?
If you want to avoid it, the other person will also avoid it.
What's more, if he is willing, the three people lying in the coffin are not!
Who is not the terror that dominates the underworld?
Don't be cowardly, you have to think of a way to get it done.
The next second, the happy flag fell into his hand.
[Happiness Banner: Write down the name, date of birth, life events, fame, etc. The more comprehensive the information, the greater the chance that this person will die in vain. (Note:...)]
"I didn't say you can't write about weird things. The only troublesome thing is that I don't know who it is!"
A person who cries to death must not be killed by a evil spirit practitioner. Otherwise, how could a large group of sects in the Xinyue Kingdom be allowed to become arrogant?
"Made, bully me for not knowing you."
Wait a minute, the funeral team didn’t recognize him before.
“Bang-dang——”
He opened the paper dragon to hold the spirit, kicked open the coffin lid, and pulled it twice with his hands, revealing the cloudy eyes of the ancient corpse from the hundreds of tombs.
"???"
What are you going to do?
"Not looking for you."
After a few more pulls, a headless broken neck came into view.
"It's not like looking for a price."
With a final tug, the Black Mist Man's scarlet eyes were finally revealed.
"There is a problem now. A child is blocking the road. Tell me, should I use the three of you to block it, or should you three work together to help me?"
Well, if he can't solve the problem, and he can't solve the problem, he can simply ask others for help and shift the problem.
"..."
Gui and Zhi, with their two heads exposed, were all shocked.
Although we are not human beings, you are obviously not human either.
"Three two. One..."
Wait a minute, why are you suddenly counting!
[Ding You, the sixth generation master of Qiren Mansion. He is known as the "Crying Stranger", "God of Longevity", "Immortal One", and "Immortal Boy". He once led the Secret Blood Mansion army to destroy the barbarians, sweep across all countries, and established the Great Mystery in one fell swoop. After ten thousand years of foundation, another battle destroyed the Jin Chan Sect's treacherous army and drove them out of Daxuan. Unfortunately, this move angered the chief teacher behind the Golden Chan Sect, and on a calm day, he was silent and unknown. trace.
At this point, the Qi Ren Mansion has ushered in the seventh generation of the master. Ding You's three disciples have gathered secret blood and become one of the mysterious blood warriors.
"??"
“!!“
On the wedding banner, there were more than a hundred words written eloquently, but the information revealed was extremely shocking.
First of all, the Qiren Mansion has been passed down to the sixth generation. Secondly, if Xi’s plan is successful, the so-called Secret Blood Mansion army must be composed of secret blood warriors. Otherwise, the combined power of hundreds of countries around Daxuan
, it is definitely not something that ordinary armies can sweep away.
Finally, the treacherous army of the Golden Chan Sect!
Mystical blood warriors are strange beasts, and there is no need to think too much about them. They must be something strange.
I never expected that the group of people from Jin Chan's teaching would actually master the method of combining humans and artifice.
What's even more frightening is that there is a huge monster hidden behind the sect that is sweeping the world.
Even though he was the sixth generation master of Qiren Mansion, he could not withstand his revenge.
Missing without a trace!
A big shot with four nicknames: Crying, Beast God, Immortal, and Immortal Boy, each of which was not simple. His death was peaceful, and it is terrifying to think about it.
From the nickname of the Sixth Generation Palace Master, one can almost guess that this person’s innate ability is to plunder the life span of others and use it for himself. An old monster who has lived for countless years, think about how many skills he can master!
People become more and more demonic as they get older.
So, how strong is the head teacher of the Golden Chan Sect?
"Secret blood, sophistication and martial arts integrated into one?"
As he muttered something in his mouth, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the ancient corpses in the hundreds of tombs.
It sounds exactly the same as you?
"Hiss-"
In the distance ahead, the figure of a small child suddenly turned into a gray horse roll.
"?"
Happy flags invalid?
Otherwise, why
It can still move.
Before he could take the initiative to escape from the secluded world, he saw the white horse jumping headlong into the flags.
“…”
Isn't it a wasted death? From a visual point of view, it looked a bit like a seal, or a suppression.
The next second, the loess in the coffin floated up, and cold rustling came out from the inside.
Immediately afterwards, a small and exquisite figure appeared in the coffin.
"Dingyou"
That's right, he is the sixth generation master of Qiren Mansion.
It's lying in the coffin.
His small eyes were full of resentment and ferocity, as if he wanted to eat the living person alive.
It opens its mouth and the corpse wants to speak.
"Shut up."
Seeing this, how could the ruthless Ying dare to let him speak?
This guy is known as the God of Longevity and can be called a god. Thinking about it with his toes, he knows that once he cries, he will definitely have a gameover.
Subconsciously, he grabbed a handful of loess and stuffed it into the other person's mouth without saying a word.
"Woooooooooo..."
One handful was not safe, so I held Dingyou's chin with my left hand and forced it to open its mouth. I stuffed five more handfuls with my right hand until its cheeks were bulging, and then I stopped.
“Bang-dang————”
I fastened the lid of the coffin, placed the paper dragon as a memorial, thought about it for a while, then put the monument on top, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With four layers of protection, you will probably not be able to escape for a while.
"I didn't expect that a small coffin could actually gather two generations of the owners of the Qiren Mansion."
Four people just fit into a table of mahjong.
"This thing is like a nuclear bomb now. Once it detonates, I can't imagine it. In an instant, it will probably be a hundred times more exciting than a group of demons dancing around and a hundred ghosts walking at night."
"There's only one hour left. The road after that shouldn't be more bumpy, right?"
He Huan looked at the dark road ahead, feeling a little worried and uncertain.