But he has never cared about the people and ghosts in this place.
He walked down from the cinnamon carriage. Not far away was the matchmaker holding a golden bead. The corpses of Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu were scattered around him.
For these two people, Li Fugui had long recognized their identities, they were nothing more than gold medal hunting killers.
The killer of Three Sticks of Incense had basically participated in the crusade against him for the black gold bounty, and his death was not a pity.
As for the matchmaker…
Even if she is a Jinzhu customer.
Now that he had decided to come to the ghost and Buddha world to experience life and death, Xu Xiaoshou didn't want to get involved.
As I said before: There are so many unlucky people in the world, how many people in the world love the common people? If we really want to help everyone along the way, we will never make it.
However, there is something special about this white-faced ghost, which is one of the goals of this trip.
"Uh uh uh..."
Looking up, the evil ghost screamed and its body quickly disintegrated.
After the damage from the famous ten-dan sword finger penetrated the body, even if it mastered the power of death, its meager strength could not withstand it at all.
"A mere brat!"
Xu Xiaoshou laughed and stopped paying attention.
Naturally, his target is not the white-faced man, he is just the leading shrimp soldier and crab general.
It may seem very strong to outsiders. I could tear it into pieces half a year ago, let alone now?
What Xu Xiaoshou cares about is whether the white-faced ghost will turn into a ghost when he dies. The summoned "will" may originate from the ghost and Buddha, and will eventually return to the ghost and Buddha!
"Hua Chang Deng..."
Standing here, you can sense and see thousands of miles away.
The land of thousands of miles is filthy and gloomy. Even if it is daytime, it always gives people the feeling of being in the underworld.
Or to put it another way:
"Fengdu!"
I spent half a year cultivating my name, traveling back and forth between the Apricot Realm and the Holy Continent.
Xu Xiaoshou can be said to have witnessed with his own eyes the existence of the ghost and Buddha world from scratch, and then evolved into the "Fengdu" it is today.
The root of everything is penetrated by the power of death.
Half a year ago, the ancient War God's platform was abnormal at first, and some areas were transformed into ghosts. Most of the ghosts crawling out from the ground were only acquired or congenital.
A few months later, the ghost grew to the level of Grandmaster and Throne.
Recently, even holy ghosts have appeared frequently, and some have even mastered the power of death!
"This is not a good thing."
"There is a grudge that cuts across the ladder to heaven, isolating the five Holy Emperor families from the Holy Continent, making it difficult for the Holy Emperor to cross."
"Now, the power of the ancestral origin has penetrated out, giving some ghosts three-level combat consciousness and the ability to practice ancient swords. The ability is still very powerful..."
A few days ago, when Li Fugui reported these situations.
Xu Xiaoshou immediately realized that the storm was coming. After all, the only one who could control the power of the ancestral origin was the Holy Emperor in most cases.
As for the ancient sword cultivator at the Saint Emperor level, he only knows one person at present, Hua Changdeng.
"Hua Changdeng wants to cut off the restrictions of resentment and forcefully enter the Holy Spirit Continent from the ladder to heaven?"
"And this ghost Buddha world was formed due to the influence of the second realm of ghost swordsmanship, the power of the Lord of Fengdu?"
At that time, Xu Xiaoshou was in the process of cultivating his name with the Eight Masters and put forward this opinion, but the latter refused to comment.
It feels like the Eight Deities are well versed in their concerns, as if they are not only concerned about Hua Changdeng, but also about other things.
"On the ladder to heaven?"
Xu Xiaoshou didn't know.
Half a year has passed because the passage was blocked.
I am afraid that only one person, the unpredictable Dao Qiongang, has the ability to know the information about the five great holy emperor families.
But Xu Xiaoshou no longer dared to believe Dao Qiongang's words, so there was no need to go and ask further.
So far, he still doesn't know what the outcome of the battle was after Yu Lao became the Holy Emperor and went to the ladder to heaven.
Rusheng, half a year has passed, and he has probably taken over at least half of the resources of Wurao Emperor Realm, and has been able to gain a little foothold?
If defeated...
If he fails, even Xu Xiaoshou can't guess what the outcome will be.
"Hua Changdeng, what kind of person is he?"
Even though some information about the ten-seat period of Huachang Deng was obtained from Li Fugui, not much remains.
The opinions of outsiders are even less clear than that of Ba Zun, who is familiar with Hua Changdeng's mortal enemy.
Therefore, Xu Xiaoshou had this question.
Faced with this question, Ba Zunzhen’s evaluation was unexpectedly positive:
"Hua Changdeng majored in ghost swordsmanship. He was once known as the 'Ghost Sword Immortal'. He was a righteous man and had a straightforward personality. He was pretty good."
It's hard to imagine that in Bazun's mind, this guy who had two of his fingers cut off actually had such an image.
Xu Xiaoshou was a little surprised.
He thought Hua Changdeng was the kind of scoundrel who would do whatever it took to win.
Now it seems that Dao Xuanji is the only one who is unscrupulous from beginning to end, and even Hua Changdeng is a chess piece being used?
"Ghost Sword Immortal..."
He tasted the number and asked again: "Speaking of which, I haven't fully experienced the real 'Lord of Fengdu'. Can you demonstrate it?"
The Sword Dao Pan is super Taoist, but so far, Xu Xiaoshou has never seen anyone officially use the Lord of Fengdu in actual combat.
At most, during the battle in Yujing City, Liu Fuyu used a half-step second-level "Fengdu Sword".
The Sword of Fengdu, the Lord of Fengdu...
Although there is a difference of one word, it is a huge difference if you think about it.
If you practice according to the records in the "Guanjian Canon", you may be able to quickly master the Master of Fengdu that the Eight Masters learned thirty years ago.
But it is definitely not as good as the swords that the Eight Masters are familiar with today.
But Bazun shook his head and said extremely seriously:
"Lord, there is always only one."
"When the Lord is established, everything else is secondary - it has an empty name but no reality. The same is true for me."
"Hua Changdeng, let alone anything else, is far superior to me in terms of talent and attainments in ghost swordsmanship. This is undisputed."
"Since you haven't experienced the true 'Lord of Fengdu' yet, my suggestion is to wait until the ghosts and Buddhas split, and when Hua Changdeng comes in person, you can watch and get used to it."
The ghost sword skills that the Eight Masters are proficient in are actually no match for Hua Changdeng?
Xu Xiaoshou thought about it seriously and realized that this seemed to be the first time that Lao Ba admitted that he was weaker than others in terms of ancient swordsmanship?
He asked: "Then what is the difference between your Lord of Fengdu and Huachangdeng's Lord of Fengdu?"
After thinking carefully, Bazun said calmly:
"My Fengdu is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water."
"His Fengdu has reversed reality."
…
Tsk tsk tsk!
The earth suddenly became corrupted.
Dark brown viscous swamp water seeped out from the ground, bouncing like boiling water.
Every time the bubble bursts, the corrupting power of death bursts out from inside, and the swamp water splashes out, polluting the ground, and the corruption intensifies.
Soon, with the Baizhang Evil Ghost as the center, the ground under Xu Xiaoshou's feet was covered with swampy water and decay.
"drive!"
Old Man Li was the fastest runner. He immediately drove the carriage and ran outside, leaving only one sentence: "Master, be careful."
"What's this?"
The matchmaker was frightened when she saw this, and she didn't dare to get close at all. She grabbed Jin Xing and retreated continuously.
She couldn't quite understand what the swamp water was, but she could roughly sense that the power contained in the swamp water was probably no less than the power of death used by the white-faced ghost just now.
But……
"The white-faced ghost is dead!"
The matchmaker said in shock, under the finger of Master Shou just now, the white-faced ghost couldn't even scream.
Finally, it quickly disintegrated and disappeared between heaven and earth.
But after his death, why does this swamp seem like more ghosts are about to emerge?
"Chi chi chi..."
As expected, the Corruption soon opened holes in various places, and ghostly hands poked out from inside.
"hiss!"
"Hoho!"
"Haha, quack!"
Either human-shaped, animal-shaped, or non-human or non-animal ghosts crawled out of the ground quickly, and the scene was very frightening.
On the Jinxing screen, the comment section was filled with excitement.
Everyone is guessing that if one white-faced ghost is killed, ten thousand white-faced ghosts will emerge, right?
Ten thousand and a half saints?
Although the white-faced ghost does not have the status of a semi-saint, and is not a semi-saint in the normal sense, it would be too terrifying if they were piled up in such numbers?
In the midst of all the ghosts and ghosts, Master Shou actually remained calm and calm. He even leaned down and reached out to scoop up a handful of swamp water.
"What is he doing!"
"What Master Shou is doing with his precious hands, I won't allow!"
"Don't fish for swamp water, fish for me..."
Jin Xing focused away, and it was seen that Master Shou scooped up a few viscous liquids from the corrupted land.
He twirled his fingertips and frowned.
When the two fingers were separated, everyone could see that the swamp water was dripping with thick silk liquid on Shou Ye's fingertips.
Tick tock.
It fell to the ground again, making a rustling sound.
"A bit disgusting..."
As the Jinxing spectators concluded, it is indeed a bit disgusting.
Xu Xiaoshou has seen this stuff before.
He has killed fifty-six ghosts before, all of them were at the level of white-faced ghosts.
The difference is that some have only holy power, while others only have the aura of the power of death, which is far below the "master" standard.
Only a handful of three ghosts have mastered the power of death.
The strongest one among them is similar to the white-faced ghost at this time, and has received the same amount of ancestral power.
Xu Xiaoshou slayed the ghost. After the ghost died, it corrupted the earth and gave birth to a wisp of will.
Unfortunately, as soon as this will appeared, Xu Xiao sensed the pressure of the Holy Emperor. He couldn't bear it and thought about it, so he killed it with a sword while it hadn't condensed yet.
Afterwards, Xu Xiaoshou regretted extremely.
He thought that killing him would either weaken his strength or make him angry and reveal his true form.
No matter which direction the development takes, it is good.
At least, it can disrupt the other party's plan.
He never expected...
"If you cut it off, it will be gone."
There was really only one ray of will before, and it seemed to have little connection with its body. If it was gone, it would be gone.
After that, Xu Xiaoshou killed a dozen more ghosts, but none of them were as strong as this, and none of them had similar abnormalities in his life.
He even resorted to torture methods, and some of them had their seeds exploded. Unfortunately, there was still no will born after death.
No!
Zhongyuanjie went on a trip with Li Fugui and squatted down on this white-faced ghost, which contained a lot of death power.
Xu Xiaoshou was very enthusiastic.
Isn't the purpose of Lian Ba's plan to wait for the will of the corrupted land to be born after the ghost's death?
"Hiss!"
The ghosts are chasing each other blindly and bumping into each other.
There are really some people who don't have long eyes, and they stumble and just walk over by themselves.
Xu Xiaoshou raised two fingers together.
After thinking for a while, he put down his hand and gave way to the ghost.
"Don't scare Hua Changdeng. What if he realizes that I'm too dangerous and doesn't dare to come out?"
Boom!
Just as his thoughts flashed like this, the world shook violently.
In the place covered by ghosts, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and it suddenly fell from day to night. It was so cold and cold that it felt like falling into an ice cellar.
"It's so cold..."
The matchmaker's delicate body trembled violently. She felt that this scene was not something she could preach, and she wanted to retreat.
The place where Master Shou is is certainly more popular.
At this time, the two million people in Jin Xing's picture had already passed. With everyone rushing to tell each other, the number of people went straight to three million.
But not being able to stand up to "Shouye" is equal to "disaster"!
Even if there is heat around him, it must be extremely dangerous. Besides, he is not drunk from the wind, and Master Shou doesn't seem to have any intention of protecting himself.
"Woo, the matchmaker wants to withdraw..."
As soon as these words were spoken, Jin Xing's millions of viewers all raised their voices of resistance.
Before anyone could say anything, there was an explosion in the sky, and with a bang, numerous protective jade talismans on the matchmaker's body were blown to pieces.
"ah!"
She screamed and fell to the ground, her whole body was hit hard by the ghost, her voice was horrified:
"Holy, Holy Emperor's pressure?"
Jin Xing rolled in front of him and locked the screen on his own.
In the picture, Master Shou is dressed in white and black robes, hunting and dancing in the forest wind. Not far in front of him, accompanied by the sound of ghosts howling, an illusory figure slowly condenses.
"Three days of forest changes, a hundred ghosts walking at night..."
"Wade across the bridge, and the grass on the bank is leaning..."
Accompanied by misty murmurs, the illusory figure stepped from a distance.
Behind him, boundless yellow turbid water suddenly condensed into a rolling tide, covering everything.
There may be people, ghosts, and monsters floating in and out of it, but they won't be able to get out.
"This is……"
The matchmaker's pupils became serious and she exclaimed, "Wangchuan Water, Huangquan Road?"
This netherworld is not the other netherworld, nor is it the leader of the king of hell.
The matchmaker has seen an ancient book, which records: "The gate of Fengdu Prison is open, and the road to Huangquan is going down. This spring and this road are painful, and there is no way to get out of reincarnation."
Those who truly cultivate the way of the soul can practice it to the extreme, and can manifest or even summon the image of the road to hell, imprisoning the human soul in it, and never being able to escape.
This person...
Completed?
"etc!"
"It seems that it's not just Huangquan Road, this bridge is..."
The figure came from a distance, and the Wangchuan River opened up at its feet. At the end of Huangquan Road, there was a high bridge.
The bridge is made of white bone stones, with bull and horse heads hanging on it, as well as corpses of various ethnic groups, making it extremely strange.
The bridge seemed to span the yin and yang. When the figure of the Holy Emperor walked onto it and returned from the end, he had actually solidified slightly.
"Bigan Bridge?"
"The bones are high and tired, the cow's head and the horse's face are crying, a bowl of water from the Forgotten River, the two lives are separated...Bi'an Bridge?"
The matchmaker was completely panicked, "You can't look at it! You can't look at it!"
Only now did she realize how deep Feng Zhongzui's heart was when she was preaching for Master Shou.
This pressure of the Holy Emperor, this image of Fengdu.
Its power did not even spread outwards, but it was already so heavy that the person's whole body fell apart and it was hard to breathe.
How to explain?
It is difficult to even hold your breath and concentrate, or open your eyes to look at each other. Explanation requires a big heart!
Even though I couldn't watch it, the picture of Jin Xing was always in focus.
The more than two million people watching the battle were completely excited at this moment, and they wished they had two more eyes so they could see more clearly.
After all, through the Jin Xing screen, the most they could see was that the screen was distorted, but they would not be pushed to the ground.
"Thank you for your hard work, Matchmaker. You actually got to sit down with Master Shou for you. You know that there is nothing trivial about Master Shou. This man looks a bit scary!"
"Matchmaker, stand up! Why are you lying down? You are about to surpass Feng Zhongzui and become the number one preacher in the world! Seize the opportunity!"
"Matchmaker, please ask Mr. Shou to protect you. Even a drunk man can do it, so why can't you?"
"What kind of Holy Emperor is this? Why do I have no impression of this Holy Emperor at all?"
"Look, he's carrying a sword!"
Negative sword, this is so important.
The white-faced ghost also carried the sword, and Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu died from the ghost sword technique.
Shou Ye is carrying a sword. He debuts after half a year. The first opponent he forces is also carrying a sword...
"I know who he is!"
In Jin Xing's picture, the figure of the Holy Emperor walked down from the Bi'an Bridge. His face was blurry, but his voice was clear, interrupting all Jin Xing's heated discussions: