After the Cry of Hundred Demons, the howling wind at the bottom of the Three Underworlds Abyss is still howling. Although it is not as powerful as during the Cry of Hundred Demons, it has not weakened much...
What is vaguely turbulent in the humid space are the innocent souls coming and going. Although there are thousands of innocent souls here, accumulated over nearly ten thousand years, there are no signs of numerous skeletons, making people wonder where these innocent souls came from.
Come.
Feng Jueyu didn't have time to think too much. After controlling the five soul puppets with his main consciousness, he took Huang Tianjue and ran all the way down the bottom of the abyss.
Feng Jueyu was worried about the safety of everyone in Yunjian Tianmen, so he didn't stay much longer and traveled seventy or eighty miles through many twists and turns along the way.
He had already understood the depth of the Three Underworld Abyss, and the vastness of the area below was unexpected by Killer Feng. Although he did not encounter the same dangers along the way, he also encountered many wronged souls seeking their lives. However,
They were all wiped out by his five-color consciousness, so it was considered a near miss. However, he would stop to rest and restore his power every time he walked. However, as he walked, Feng Jueyu felt that something was wrong.
After about a few hours, Feng Jueyu felt that the terrain in front of him was getting wider and wider, as if he would never reach the end. What made him even more horrified was that he didn't even encounter a single figure along the way.
Figure, it stands to reason that there has just been such a big commotion. There should be constant battles at the bottom of the Three Underworlds. It is impossible for all the cultivators who were deceived by the evil souls of Yin Qi to survive. If there really was a fight, why would there be corpses or go crazy?
Are there no practitioners?
Feng Jueyu became more and more scared as he walked, not because he was worried about not being able to escape from the bottom of the Three Underworlds, but because he was worried about the people of Yunjian Tianmen. You know, there were his best friends Yangu and Zhiwucai in the team.
I don't want anything to happen to the two elders.
As a result, Feng Jueyu walked faster and faster, almost running, and the six iron locks clattered in the abyss. If it weren't for his shocking five-color power, people would have thought he was running from the underworld.
Where is the life-demanding judge who came out?
At the bottom of the Three Underworld Abyss, day and night, the cold wind whizzes by the ears, vaguely bringing the screams and cries of ghosts and ghosts. The damp earth is filled with a putrid smell, as if there are numerous bones buried under the ground and corpses lying in the wild.
Feng Jueyu ran for the road without stopping for even a moment, looking at the footsteps that kept appearing under his feet, and his mood became more and more depressed. At this moment, the sound of fighting suddenly came from the front, but it didn't have the cry of a master's move.
, roaring and whistling, but it seemed like two ghosts were running towards the corpse to decide which one to choose.
"Finally, someone is here." Feng Jueyu murmured and quickened his pace. It took him a moment to find the source of the sound.
At first glance, Feng Jueyu suddenly gasped. The two people fighting were none other than Yangu and Zhiwucai.
"Why did the two of them fight?"
Feng Jueyu's eyes were rough and he did not realize the state of his two old friends. At this moment, he heard Zhi Wucai anxiously shouting and saying: "Brother Yangu, wake up quickly."
"Brother Zhi?"
Feng Jueyu cried out, and rushed out to Zhiwucai several times. At that moment, Yangu used the spiritual method of turning leaves into steel, and sprinkled large steel leaves to kill Zhiwucai. Zhiwucai was about to kill him.
The finger that was about to be injured was turned into a steel leaf. Feng Jueyu quickly took out a palm and knocked all the steel leaves away, saving Zhi Wucai.
"Brother Zhi, what's going on?"
Zhi Wucai was disheveled at the moment, looking like a fierce ghost, but his mind was in good condition, and there was no sign of losing consciousness or madness. Instead, he was Yan Gu, with bright black pupils, shining with a ferocious and bloodthirsty light. Looking at it like this, Feng Feng
Jueyu knew that Zhiwucai had not been possessed by the evil ghost and lost his mind, but Yangu was definitely possessed.
Only then did Zhiwu turn around and see Feng Jueyu, as if he had seen a savior, crying and shouting urgently: "Brother Feng, please save Brother Yangu, he's gone crazy."
Just when Zhi Wucai finished speaking, Xuan Zhong's voice sounded full of doubts: "Huh? There is a slight difference in strength between the two of them. It is obvious that the crazy person has a higher cultivation level, why is it the one with a lower cultivation level?
Are you okay?"
When Xuan Zhong asked, Feng Jueyu was stunned for a moment, then he put aside Yan Gu's palm, jumped out, and shot out a stream of colorful consciousness, going straight to the center of Yan Gu's eyebrows. His original intention was to
He used the five-color divine consciousness to deal with the wronged soul in Yangu's sea of consciousness and restored him to his true nature. However, he regretted it when he took out the divine consciousness, because at the moment when the five-color divine consciousness entered the Yangu sea of consciousness, he found that there was only
A body of spiritual thoughts entangled in black energy.
Xuan Zhong said: "It's useless, he has been swallowed by the wronged soul. Although it was not successful, it was almost integrated into one body. Your five-color consciousness destroying the wronged soul is equivalent to killing him."
Feng Jueyu was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his five-color consciousness, and even received a slap from Yangu for the delay.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, Jie..."
Yangu was laughing so proudly, using his moves frequently without being sloppy at all.
It was quite easy for Feng Jueyu to deal with Yangu. After all, the two of them were quite different, but it was troublesome to be unable to target Yangu. Feng Jueyu resisted but did not fight back, for fear of hurting Yangu.
He shouted anxiously: "Brother Zhi, Yan Gu is possessed by a demon, how come you are okay?"
Zhi Wucai panicked and said, "I don't know either. We were all affected when Yi Ming Bai Gui cried just now, but he was not like him..."
Xuan Zhong quickly said to Feng Jueyu: "No, this wronged soul is very tight. Unless there is some treasure with him, Zhi Wucai should be possessed by the devil. Ask him what he has with him?"
Feng Jueyu thought it made sense when he heard it, and while attacking and resisting each other, he asked: "Brother Zhi, are you carrying any treasures with you?"
As he spoke, he shook his hands, and when five long locks were thrown out, he ordered: "Tie up the five soul puppets."
The Yin Qi attacked, and the five soul puppets jumped out at the same time. Although Yangu's own cultivation level was not low, he was a little worse when facing the five soul puppets. These five soul puppets were now obeying Feng Jueyu's orders, and they were ferocious.
He rushed forward and tied Yangu up three times. Yangu, who was wrapped into a rice dumpling by the Netherworld Iron Chains, bared his fangs and roared fiercely at Feng Jueyu. Feng Jueyu turned a blind eye.
He knew that Yangu had lost his mind, but he had not completely turned into a demon. Looking back, he asked: "Brother Zhi, there is not much difference in strength between you and Brother Yangu, why are you okay?"
Hearing this, Zhiwucai sighed and wiped his sweat, and said anxiously: "I, I don't know either. Not long ago, Yangu and others were ambushed and killed by hundreds of ghosts crying for revenge. Everyone fled in all directions. I
Brother Yangu and I have never found a way out. We fled here and were frightened by the evil spirit. Brother Yangu's situation is terrible, but I don't feel that there has been any change."
Zhi Wucai, who was surviving the disaster, was somewhat incoherent. Feng Jueyu asked calmly: "Don't worry, what happened after you came down?"
Feng Jueyu felt that Xuan Zhong’s analysis was very reasonable. When Huang Tianjue came down, he found the soul-gathering flower. Zhi Wucai and others may not have other adventures. All things are born with yin and yang in harmony. There are innocent souls everywhere like this.
In any place, there is no guarantee that the nemesis of wronged souls will grow or breed. Maybe this kind of thing is just like the love flower in Jin Yong's works, and there is no guarantee that it can be solved by heartbroken grass.
Of course, this was just Feng Jueyu's conjecture. Yangu was in a worrying situation right now, and he really couldn't think of a good way to solve it, so he asked this question.
Zhi Wucai was obviously panicked, rubbing his hands and gritting his teeth as if he was at a loss, but Feng Jueyu reminded him of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "By the way, when we came down, there was
I came across a skeleton and I went over to check it out. I didn’t want to be embarrassed by the ashes blown by the wind and swallow some of them. Does this... count?"
"Just this?" Feng Jueyu asked in surprise.
Zhi Wucai nodded blankly: "Other than that, there are no other strange things. By the way, there is still half of the skeleton left, not far in front. Everyone feels disgusted, so there is not much
Pay attention."
"Go over and have a look."
After Feng Jueyu finished speaking, he ordered the five soul puppets to take Yangu and move forward under the leadership of Zhiwucai.
Knowing that Wucai was not lying, the two of them ran for a long distance and found half of a skeleton under Yi Zhu Tian Peak. They said it was half a piece, but in fact it was the upper body of a corpse. It was headless and wind-free.
Yu walked over, and just at this moment, Xuan Zhong's voice sounded again: "Feng Jueyu, be careful, that's corpse ashes."
Feng Jueyu paused for a moment, then saw a small amount of gray-black ash under the half-bone...
"Ashes? Are they ashes?"
Xuan Zhong said: "You can say that, but I don't see what effect this thing can have."
Feng Jueyu frowned. He looked at Yan Gu who was struggling desperately, and had no choice but to immediately say: "Whatever it is, let's give it a try first." After saying that, he rushed over and pinched it with his hands.
He picked up a handful of corpse ashes and ran to Yangu. He held his chin with one hand and pinched it gently, making Yangu open his mouth wide. Then he patted all the handful of corpse ashes into Yangu's mouth.
"Chi..."
Not to mention, when the corpse ashes entered the entrance, a stream of black smoke suddenly erupted from Yangu's mouth. For some unknown reason, Feng Jueyu and Zhiwu heard the howling of the sinister wind again, and then Yangu's head erupted.
Group after group of ghostly energy seemed to be escaping from his sea of consciousness, making sharp and painful screams and disappearing completely in an instant.
At this time, Yangu stopped struggling. His eyes became chaotic, and then exuded the vitality of a living person. After about dozens of breaths, the former glory gradually faded away.
"Brother Zhi, Brother Feng, why are you here? Who tied up here?"
"It works!"
Feng Jueyu and Zhi Wucai were shocked when they saw this, and at the same time, they were also extremely happy.