Milo secretly groaned in his heart, but his movements were not slow. The black and white impermanence turned into two hazy shadows, one black and one white, standing in the void, operating the laws and principles corresponding to life, old age, illness and death, driving the mist to rotate.
During this period, the civil and military judges came forward and used the judge's pen to sort out the good and evil inside, dividing the clear and turbid, so that the rich dark and filthy atmosphere in the mist continued to sink, turning into bits of black water, surrounding the illusory underworld of the wonderful realm.
As the dark atmosphere sinks and condenses, the black mist itself becomes clearer. Although it still exudes a dark and dull atmosphere, there are some illusory shadows inside.
The last remnants of the dead in the fog.
Looking at the shapeless soul of the dead, the Yang family ancestral temple continued to vibrate, and sounds continued to be heard in the void.
"Too slow! What do we need to do?"
“What do we need to do to be more efficient?”
"What do we need to do to purify black water faster?"
It was obviously the same meaning, the same tone, and the same will, but it gave Milo the feeling that many people were asking at the same time.
Milo thought for a while and said, "I need a bridge."
As he spoke, Milo also conveyed his thoughts. The bridge Milo wanted was naturally the "Naihe Bridge" circulated in Taixu Illusion, but in terms of imagination, Milo had different ideas about the Naihe Bridge.
In his understanding, Naihe Bridge should be a bridge that divides good and evil and pulls the power of wishes.
The chaotic legal principles in the black mist can be sorted out initially, and then black and white impermanence can be sorted out for a second time, and the civil and military judges can conduct a second trial, and finally be handed over to [The Lord of Hell] for processing.
After this idea was accepted by the fog, the black water in the patio rolled again.
"Purify! Sort out! Differentiate, I need to observe again!"
After hearing this, Milo continued to control the black and white impermanence to carry out mechanical sorting, analyzing the black water in the courtyard bit by bit.
When the water level in the well dropped by a finger, Milo suddenly felt a sudden earthquake in the Yang Family Ancestral Temple.
The next second, cracks appeared in the surrounding caves, and skeletons fell from the cracks. Most of them were wearing the armor of Youzhou soldiers from five hundred years ago, and some of the armors were even older.
These skeletons continue to fall, and the cave continues to expand.
Only then did Milo realize that this cave was clearly a mountain of corpses.
When Wang Ximing saw this, he closed his eyes slightly and looked at Old Mrs. Yang beside him. He saw this old man bowing three times and nine kowtows in the direction of the ancestral hall.
Similarly, in Zhenyou City, the real body of Mrs. Yang suddenly summoned all the Yang family members to gather in front of a forest of steles and led them to perform sacrifices.
At this time, Zhenyou City had just repelled the second wave of attacks from the ancient kingdom in the north. Although the defense was tight, there were still some free soldiers. After they noticed the Yang family's actions, they also gathered here to participate in the sacrifice.
The faint incense rose, carrying everyone's wishes, lighting up the names on the forest of steles.
Everyone looked at Mrs. Yang, but the old man kept kowtowing with tears streaming down his face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. It seemed that something good had happened. No one dared to ask, but just kowtowed with complicated expressions.
Thoughts, wishes, prayers, and little bits of light gathered on the bones, and they were constantly spliced together to build a long bridge of bones spanning life and death.
One head plunged into the void, and the other stayed in Miluo's wonderful territory. At the same time, the Yang family's ancestral temple soared into the sky and merged into the underworld around Miluo, revealing the endless black water below the ancestral hall.
In an instant, the surrounding laws and regulations were distorted. The originally clear boundary between life and death began to collapse. The entire land began to collapse slightly. The mud and rocks on the edge of the black water continued to fall like bread crumbs. The Netherworld Pit seemed to be sinking into the underworld again.
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Milo's expression suddenly changed, but before he could react, his control over the illusory land in the underworld was snatched away, and the black and white shadows of impermanence reappeared. This time, the power of the two was greatly improved, and they left
Crossing the Naihe Bridge made of white bones, the texture of the bones was transformed into black and white masonry. Only the handrails on both sides of the bridge were still made of intertwined skulls.
The Naihe Bridge is stable, blooming in black and white, the laws of life and death are changing, and the Tao is intertwined, showing the unpredictable mystery of the unique series of impermanence.
Then the civil and military judges appeared on both sides of the Naihe Bridge, and an invisible way that divided the clear from the turbid and judged the good and the evil was injected into the Naihe Bridge. The bridge head shook, and the boiling black water below suddenly stabilized and slowly gathered towards the Naihe Bridge.
All the black water flowing from it is just like the black mist before. The haze and turbid current sink naturally and fall under the bridge, while the slightly pure souls of the dead are attracted by [Educator], [Black Impermanence], [White Impermanence]
】Wait for Yin Shen to pick it up.
During this period, there were also some mutilated and twisted bodies made of viscous black water that tried to climb up the Naihe Bridge, but were shot down by [Ox Head], [Horse Face] and [Yaksha] with their weapons.
As time went by, more and more dead souls were picked up on the Naihe Bridge. Gradually, a gloomy wind and mist filled the air, and bits of pale green light drifted up and down. The [Extradition Envoy] stepped forward and took the souls to [The Lord of Hell].
】before.
Slowly, the surrounding environment became less dark and terrifying, the distortion caused by the black water also disappeared, the boundary between life and death continued to stabilize, and soon it was time to surpass the original suppression of the ancestral temple.
Looking at the laws of life and death gradually becoming orderly around him, Milo looked at Old Mrs. Yang with some worry.
As the original owner of this underworld, Milo can feel the origin of those bones.
Those are the bones of soldiers who died in the underworld five hundred years ago, as well as those who died in the Yang family in previous generations.
At this moment, all of it was used to build the Naihe Bridge. Milo couldn't be sure what kind of impact this would have on Old Mrs. Yang.
"You don't need to worry."
Wang Ximing suddenly spoke. He looked at Milo who was looking at him and said, "Don't you think there are a lot of bones here, and the sound before was a little strange?"
"It's a little strange, like there's no..."
Milo was silent, and Wang Ximing's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to explain to Milo in a more peaceful manner, but it was obvious that he failed.
He looked at the "Naihe Bridge" and said: "Since five hundred years ago, the number of Taixu illusions in Hanxia has continued to increase. The reason is that a large number of heaven and earth appeared outside Hanxia, so we, senior Hanxia,
They did not immediately rescue Youzhou. Later, in order not to affect the battle outside Hanxia, they chose self-sacrifice and erased their thoughts, leaving only the thoughts of guarding here, sorting out the turbidity, and stabilizing the underworld.
, will stay here forever, so you don’t have to worry about using their bones..."
"Wait a moment?"
Milo suddenly looked back and looked at the sacred tablet in the ancestral hall. On it were the names of members of the Yang family over the past five hundred years.
Following Mi Luo's gaze, before Wang Ximing could speak, Old Mrs. Yang had already spoken: "That was the choice of my Yang family. There were many soldiers who followed my Yang family here, and they were still alive.
It's left to my Yang family. How can we let them stay down there alone? Besides, my Yang family has always rushed with me, so how can there be any reason to let them rush forward?"
With that said, Mrs. Yang looked at the magic cards that were constantly dispersing the fog, and closed her eyes again.
Milo opened his mouth and was about to say something. Suddenly the underworld shook. Old Mrs. Yang suddenly opened her eyes. There seemed to be thunderbolts flashing in her eyes. She looked to the outside world, but some monsters in the underworld couldn't bear it.
Stop taking action.
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