At the entrance to the Small Nether Realm, the door made of thousands of ghost faces slowly closed.
The Wanxie Bone King waved his hands to the disciples and the vassal small forces, and roared impatiently: "Go away, do what you have to do! I will personally guard here. If someone comes out, I will naturally inform you.
You all! Get out of here, don’t be an eyesore here!"
For a time, the dark wind rolled and ghost fog filled the sky. Tens of thousands of evil cultivators present fled away, and no one dared to stay.
A sneer came from the dark wind. Yin Huangwu, who was wearing a gorilla red cloak and covered with a layer of blood mist, was surrounded by several of the most powerful and senior blood demon princes, and emerged from a thick cloud of darkness.
walked out.
Fengyan narrowed slightly, and a fierce blood light appeared in the narrow eyes. Yin Huangwu shouted coldly: "Don't kill anyone who dared to have thoughts on my aunt's good son just now. It is really a waste of resources! Imprison them all.
Get up, wait until Xue Song comes out of this shabby place, and drink their warm blood as a tonic."
The Wanxie Bone King clapped his lips and nodded obediently: "Just as the Yin Blood Emperor wishes, let's throw them into the Evil Ghost Prison."
After laughing strangely for a few times, the Wanxie Bone King shook his head: "Yin Blood Emperor, your Highness has a really bad temper. There are countless ghosts and ghosts gathered here, and he actually sacrificed himself here.
Arhat relics, if I hadn’t reacted quickly, this Mangshan Ghost Mansion would have been destroyed.”
Yin Huangwu snorted coldly and waved her hand gently: "If they hadn't provoked Blood Song, how could they have caused these things? Stop talking nonsense, the Small Nether Realm has been opened, those people should be coming too, right? Wanxie
The Bone King forcibly opened the Small Nether Realm, his vitality was severely damaged, and his strength was only less than 30% of his peak. Should this news be released?"
Two balls of will-o'-the-wisp flickered in his eyes, and the King of All Evil Bones Jiejie laughed strangely. He clenched his fists tightly, and a trace of will-o'-the-wisp flickered between his fingers, and a monstrous ghostly aura rose into the sky. At this moment, the King of All Evil Bones "Jie Jie"
His whole body is full of ghost energy and full of energy. How does he look like his energy is seriously injured?
"Thank you, His Highness Blood Song, for creating such a good excuse for us! Hehe, in order to prevent His Highness Blood Song from causing greater damage to the Mang Mountain Ghost Mansion, I was forced to open the Small Nether Realm in advance, thus increasing my vitality.
Hurt!" The Wanxie Bone King's voice was full of malice and ferocity: "These scoundrels, they actually colluded with those righteous disciples and betrayed me!"
Stomping his feet fiercely, the Wan Xie Bone King said with a cruel smile: "They don't even think about it. Even if they sell me and the Xie Bone Dao, they will still be ghost cultivators! They are ghost cultivators, and it is impossible for those righteous disciples to
Accept them! They are a bunch of idiots, they are beyond stupid. Huh, wait until this time I will kill all the incoming righteous disciples, and let’s see what they say!”
Yin Huangwu snorted coldly, raised her head, and a fierce bloody light flashed in her eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's arrange the manpower first. This time I brought 32 wolf king-level powerhouses from the four great werewolf royal families, and 64 prince-level powerhouses from the thirteen ancient clans. That's ninety-six people.
No matter how many monks of the Eastern Righteous Path come to the strong men of the Golden Core Realm, they must never come back!" Yin Huangwu sneered sarcastically: "They went around sniping and killing the subordinates we sent out to collect materials, but they actually
Still want to go straight to Huanglong and destroy the Mangshan Ghost Mansion? This is because they are seeking death."
"Chi Chi" came the sinister laughter, and Princess Jiuyin twisted her waist and emerged from the sinister wind with a sweet smile.
"Isn't that right? More than half of the more than two hundred teams we sent out to collect the materials needed to forge the floating starship were attacked. Before the day of the 'Yinghuo Clash', on the Yinghuo planet and where we live Before the star is at its closest distance, these righteous disciples will never allow us to collect all the materials needed for the Floating Light Star Ark."
After laughing triumphantly for a few times, Princess Jiuyin squinted her eyes and said coldly: "What a pity, what a pity, what a pity, they don't know at all that we already have a ready-made floating light star boat, and we don't need to collect those materials at all! All we have done is to paralyze these righteous disciples and take the opportunity to kill their masters."
A dark sarcophagus fell lightly to the ground, and the hoarse and unpleasant voice of the mourning mother-in-law quietly sounded.
"Okay, after planning for so long, it's time to see the blood. Killing one more righteous monk here will reduce our resistance in Yinghuo Dojo. The wonderful thing is that the Bone King and His Highness Blood Song are on their way back. , destroyed most of the Taoist base of the old Muyu thief, how can these righteous disciples be willing to suffer such a loss? They will definitely retaliate vigorously, and we will just kill them and the blood will flow like a river."
The dark wind is rolling, the ghost mist is entangled, the blood flames are rising, and the poisonous gas is permeating. Thousands of gray-white zombies are looming in the wind, the ghost mist, the blood flames, and the poisonous gas. The evil giants headed by Yin Huangwu have gathered here. This evil spirit is The evil arrogance made the entire Mangshan Ghost Mansion tremble faintly.
Even Yin Xuege didn't expect that his mother would actually lead a large number of masters from the Western cultivation world and follow him all the way to the East.
In the Little Netherworld, Yin Xuege carefully flapped his natal bat wings and flew forward. He did not dare to fly too fast, and he did not dare to fly over the mountains and flowing water. Instead, he followed the junction between the mountains and rivers. Naturally formed river valleys fly forward.
This is the Little Netherland, the dojo of the ancient ghosts and golden immortals. Anything can happen here, and Yin Xuege is not willing to have any accidents happen to him. Wumu and the three corpses are not around, and they are over thirty-six years old. , it is impossible for them to step into the Small Nether Realm, and Yin Xuege can only rely on his own strength to seek opportunities in this Small Nether Realm.
After flying forward for a long time, they made a long circle along the foot of a towering mountain. A misty green light shone in front of them. Yin Xuege saw a valley at the foot of the mountain ahead. In the cave where the Yin Qi condenses, an eighteen-story black stone tower stands there, with green will-o'-the-wisps and phosphorescence emanating from the whole body.
The shape of this black stone pagoda is simple and heavy, in the shape of a simple square pagoda. However, the surface of the pagoda is carved with countless twisted and weird patterns, decorated with a large number of dark clouds, flames, lava rivers and mountains of swords and seas of blood. In these decorations In the pattern, countless gods and demons are fighting against countless fierce ghosts. The gods, demons and ghosts are falling like rain, from the dark clouds and flames, falling continuously into the lava rivers and the blood sea of sword mountains.
This seems to be a scene from a certain battle in ancient times, but there were countless battles between gods and demons in ancient times. No one knows when the battle recorded on this tower took place or who the two fighting parties were.
Anyway, look at the gods, demons and ghosts in these patterns. Their varieties are extremely rare. For example, those ghosts are shaped like a yaksha, but have wings on their backs and a pair of small bone wings on their ankles, making them look particularly light and strong.
, Yin Xuege had never heard of this strange species of fierce ghosts, and there was no relevant information even recorded in "The Record of All Spirits in the Netherworld".
Yin Xuege flew towards the tower cautiously. According to the ancient records of the Evil Bone Path, every building in Little Netherworld has great value. Moreover, these buildings do not appear in front of people every time they are opened. For example,
A high tower may be opened tens of thousands of times without a trace, but one time when the Small Nether Realm is opened, a destined person enters here, and the high tower suddenly appears.
Every time the Small Nether Realm is opened, the buildings and ruins that appear are very different from the last time.
Every time they step into the Small Netherworld, disciples of the Evil Bone Path may make unprecedented discoveries.
Because of this, the risks and restrictions encountered by people who enter the Small Nether Realm every time are very different from those of their predecessors. Whether they are alive or dead, whether they encounter great opportunities or great dangers, it all depends on each person's luck.
When Yin Xuege flew closer to the tower, suddenly there was the sound of flying swords. Yin Xuege looked intently and saw two young people in their early twenties flying rapidly one after another, using their hands at the same time.
The flying swords stabbed each other and rushed towards the entrance of the tower.
"Liu Wuhuang, I discovered this pagoda first, you can't even think of taking any advantage!"
"Ei Tianyang, don't talk nonsense. Treasures belong to those who are virtuous. Who can get the treasure depends on their own luck! Your family's luck has been weak in the past three hundred years. Even an ancestor of the Golden Pill has
You didn't show up, and your ranking among the vassal sects of the Evil Bone Path has dropped to outside the third-rate. Do you still have the guts to compete with me, the young master? Aren't you afraid of the revenge of my Liu family?"
Yin Xuege's bat wings flickered, and an evil wind swept up his body, and he suddenly arrived in front of the main entrance of the pagoda. He stood on the nine steps in front of the pagoda door, smiling and facing towards the pagoda, which was still more than a hundred feet away.
The two young monks clasped their fists and saluted.
"Two senior brothers, my younger brother, Yin Xuege, has been polite this time! I discovered this pagoda first, so you can't take any advantage! It is also said that only those with virtue will live in treasures. There is no doubt that I, Yin Xuege, is that one.
Virtuous people, you should turn around and go wherever you are supposed to!"
The Blood Spirit Sword turned into a streak of bloody light and circled around him. Yin Xuege said coldly: "Could it be that you two still want to compete with me?"
Liu Wuyang and Yan Tianyang pressed their sword lights at the same time, staring dumbfounded at Yin Xuege, who was speechless. At the same time, they thought of the unlucky guy who was killed by the King of Wanxie Bones at the gate of the Little Nether Realm, and who also implicated the family.
They glanced at each other, bowed to Yin Xuegue without saying a word, and then turned around and left.
Riding the sword light, they flew forward for more than a hundred feet at the fastest speed. Then, one to the left and the other to the right, the two of them parted ways at the fastest speed, and flew out in the same direction.
Yin Xuege looked at the two people walking away and made sure that they were far away. Then he turned around and took a closer look at the pitch-black eighteen-story black stone tower.
The door of the pagoda is made of the same black stone as the body of the pagoda. The darkness exudes a faint chill. Two statues of ghost kings with ferocious faces are carved on the left and right of the pagoda. The two ghost kings are like living beings.
The object, its sparkling eyes spurted out green will-o'-the-wisps, shining so brightly that Yin Xuege's whole body turned green.
Above the tower door, on a black stone plaque, there is clearly a huge ghostly inscription - Prison!
In order to enter the Small Nether Realm, Yin Xuege learned a lot of the Nether characters most commonly used by ghost monks on the way to the Eastern Cultivation World. The commonly used Nether Ghost characters used by these Nether Masters only have more than 8,000 characters.
Yin Xuege has memorized all the words along the way.
The word "prison" in this ghost script is very different from the words used by mortals. The word "prison" in this ghost script also represents the connotation of suppression, shock, extraction of power, and weakening of life. To be precise, this word
It represents more of a sealing power.
Looking at this sinister pagoda and feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the pagoda, Yin Xuege groaned for a while, and then kicked the door of the pagoda. The huge natal bat wings behind him spread out, and Yin Xuege could stand at any time.
Be prepared to run away immediately if the opportunity arises.
The tower door slowly opened, revealing the first floor of the tower with a radius of 100 feet.
A dark tomb stands in the middle of the first floor of the pagoda. In front of the tomb stands a three-foot-tall tombstone with a brief inscription carved in blood. Standing outside the pagoda door, Yin Xuege can still clearly understand
I saw the ghost writing on the tombstone.
This is a brief description of this black stone tower, and it is also a simple sacrificial formula.
This black tower is a ghost weapon, an extremely powerful ghost weapon. It is called the 'Eighteen Forbidden Towers of the Netherworld', or simply called the 'Ghost Prison'. There is a tomb on each floor of the tower.
, sleeping among them is a Tower Spirit Ghost King. The strength of each of these Tower Spirit Ghost Kings has reached the Golden Fairy Realm. They are the prison guards of this ghost prison and are responsible for suppressing the prisoners in this ghost prison.
Yin Xuege's heart was beating wildly. The ancestors of the Evil Bone Path must have made a mistake. The pioneer of this small Nether Realm was definitely not just a Golden Immortal!
The pagoda spirits in this ghost prison are all eighteen golden immortals. How could the founder of this small netherworld be just a golden immortal? But with Yin Xuege's knowledge and experience, he could not judge that this small netherworld was
What level the master has reached? Anyway, that is not someone he can speculate on.
On this tombstone, eighteen twisted and ferocious sacrificial runes that look like ghostly faces are engraved.
As long as Yin Xuege drops his blood essence into these sacrificial runes and completely transforms these dim sacrificial runes into blood, he can completely control the ghost prison and become the master of the ghost prison. According to the record on the tombstone
, in order to fill these eighteen sacrificial runes, the amount of blood essence required is roughly equivalent to the amount of blood in the bodies of eighteen strong adult men.
For normal monks, it is impossible for them to have such abundant blood essence. If they bleed too much, even the golden elixir monks will definitely die.
But Yin Xuege just meets this demand. He is a blood demon, and his strength is close to that of a prince. For the blood demon clan, their blood is a hundred times more abundant than ordinary people, and they can fill these eighteen sacrificial talismans.
Wen, for Yin Xuege, at most it would only damage some of his vitality, but it would not be able to shake his foundation.
Just when Yin Xuege thought of this, a miserable green will-o'-the-wisp suddenly burned on the tombstone, and a clear will was instilled into Yin Xuege's sea of consciousness.
No sound was heard, but Yin Xuege already understood the reason why this ghost prison appeared here and why Yin Xuege came here!
The Little Nether Realm felt Yin Xuege's entry, and the Little Nether Realm judged that Yin Xuege was the only one among all the young monks who entered this time who could completely sacrifice to the Hell of Hell - the other monks' blood essence and blood were not enough to sacrifice.
In Purgatory, if they try to perform sacrifices, the only outcome will be to be sucked into mummies.
Because of the Age of Ending Law, the Small Nether Realm has also been extremely seriously affected. The collapse of the laws of heaven and earth has directly affected the operation and maintenance of the Small Nether Realm itself. For thousands of years, the Small Nether Realm has consumed and wasted countless resources.
It's very difficult to keep yourself intact.
But in order to maintain his own integrity, Little Nether Realm could no longer provide the slightest help to Ghost Prison. Ghost Prison, a powerful ghost weapon, has now fallen into a desperate situation where heaven and man are declining. If no one can do anything to it,
If you provide him with nourishing, sacrificial refining, and help him recover, this Eighteen Netherworld Forbidden Temple Tower, forged by the founder of the small Netherworld, will fall apart in a short time.
As a man-made ghost weapon, when it falls into the desperate situation of the five declines of heaven and man, only cultivators can reverse its decline. This is something that the Small Nether Realm cannot do in any case.
For the Little Nether Realm itself, the collapse of the pure ghost prison has nothing to do with him. But if the ghost prison collapses, several ancient prisoners who are still suppressed in the ghost prison will inevitably break out.
Although these prisoners were imprisoned in the ghost prison, they also suffered extremely serious injuries due to the collapse of the laws of heaven and earth and the fragmentation of the spiritual veins of heaven and earth in the End of Dharma Age. But they are living beings after all, and are different from man-made objects like the ghost prison.
As long as these prisoners are given time, they will be able to swallow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and restore themselves to their original state!
For the Little Nether Realm, once these prisoners recover, it will be an outright disaster.
In order to vent their grievances that have been suppressed for countless years, those prisoners will definitely destroy the Little Netherland!
Therefore, as soon as Yin Xuege stepped into the Small Netherworld, he felt the abundant essence and blood in Yin Xuege's body, and Yin Xuege could also swallow the Netherworld energy at such an abnormal speed. He completely fit the settings of the Small Netherworld for the ghost prison.
The terms of the master. So the Little Nether Realm quickly released the ghost that was suppressed in the depths of the Little Nether Realm and let him appear behind the mountain closest to Yin Xuege.
And he took the initiative to contact Yin Xuege, hoping that he could sacrifice the ghost prison, and then take the ghost prison away from the Small Netherworld, as far away as possible. It is best not to get closer to the Small Netherworld within a million miles in the future.
"Say this, it seems to be good for me?" Yin Xuege looked thoughtfully at the tombstone with blazing will-o'-the-wisps.
Clear thoughts came back, which is definitely of great benefit to Yin Xuege. Among the various ghost weapons preserved in Xiaoyouming, Ghost Prison can definitely be ranked among the top ten. As long as Yin Xuege gradually takes him
After the repair is completed, in the future, even ordinary golden immortals can easily imprison and suppress them, and extract the prisoner's life essence for their own use!
What is particularly wonderful is that all prisoners who die after being drained of their life essence by the ghost prison will have their souls refined into tower jailers, and they will be driven by Yin Xue Song forever. Although the strength of these jailers after death is not as good as
When they were alive, this function was also very scary, wasn't it?
After pondering for a moment, Yin Xuege asked in a deep voice: "Who was suppressed in the ghost prison? Will they cause harm to me?"
The feedback from the Little Netherworld made Yin Xuege almost turn around and leave.
Now there are only a few prisoners suppressed in the ghost prison. They are the God of Thunder, the God of Wind, the God of Ice, the God of Fire, and the God of Light. Before they were suppressed, they were all powerful men comparable to the peak Golden Immortal!
Yin Xuege only felt that his eyes were going dark for a while, and he suddenly felt that the pagoda in front of him, which was full of ghostly aura, was a huge trap. He was afraid that if he made a wrong step, he would be instantly shattered to pieces.
But the response from the Little Nether Realm forced Yin Xuege to stay where he was.
"If you are willing to take away the Eighteen Netherworld Forbidden Temple Tower, I can give you enough benefits."
"If you are unwilling to take him away, if there is a possibility of me being destroyed, I will destroy you first!"
With the threat of the Small Nether Realm, a huge cloud vortex suddenly appeared above Yin Xuege's head, and eighteen huge balls of lightning quickly formed in the cloud vortex. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature for better and updated novels. quick!)