Except for Qiu Ping, the expressions of all the gods changed drastically.
Wherever you look, densely packed resentful ghosts are shuttled through the space, attacking them frantically. Without the protection of [Jiangshan Kanyu Map], none of them would survive.
"Spread out!" the head of the Yin and Yang Department roared, and the fifty Yin warriors and a thousand shrimp soldiers and crab generals who followed him quickly changed their formations and no longer gathered in one place.
Facing an almost endless number of resentful ghosts, they have no way to resist at this moment, so they can reduce casualties as much as possible.
If they get together very closely, it will take more than a dozen resentful ghosts to form a formation and kill them all!
It's not just them. The entire incense pillar has gathered the power of gods from more than a hundred counties. But the number of gods is more than 2,000. Add in the Yin and sailors, there are hundreds of thousands.
But those 100,000 troops are far less than the number of those resentful ghosts, and the individual strength is even more disparate.
It does not mean that the power of Shinto is not comparable to that of Abi Hell, because it is only for training soldiers and allowing the grassroots gods to get some exercise, so as not to embarrass those gods if something happens in the future.
If we really want to encircle and suppress those resentful ghosts, the Shinto sent will at least be seven-level gods.
"Which powerful being has done something wrong? Such behavior is too despicable." The director of the Department of Yin and Yang raised his head and looked at the sky. The giant pillar of incense was still colliding with the world barrier of Abi Hell, and ripples rippled out.
There are unspoken rules in that world, and all forces are tacitly aware of it. High-level combat forces generally will not try to trap their grassroots forces, otherwise it will be completely chaotic.
Moreover, the value of those people and the giant incense pillar together may not be very high.
Obviously, there is a deeper conspiracy involved, and they are not cannon fodder or... bait.
"Whoosh."
The old tortoise in Chenjiaping shrank his head, completely hid in the tortoise shell, and rolled out.
The other gods also used their magical powers and tried their best to dodge the attacks of the endless resentment ghost. They had a life now, and no one wanted to die there for no reason.
The shrew got up out of nowhere and ran faster than anyone else.
"Snapped."
But everyone has powerful life-saving abilities. In almost an instant, three gods were beaten to a pulp and never resurrected.
Among them was the Daping Mountain Spring God whom Qiu Ping was familiar with.
The wrong formula is actually a koi that became a spirit. Although it is not as profound as Qiu Ping, it has an auspicious spirit.
A few years ago, many literati held spring poetry gatherings near the springs of Daping Mountain, which made the spring god famous. It is said that a few years ago, the city god asked him to be promoted to a higher rank and to help him.
Entering the ranks of eighth-grade gods.
His posthumous title was there, but he died there.
But Qiu Ping had no time to sigh, because he couldn't protect himself either.
More and more resentful ghosts gathered next to the giant incense pillar, making the space for him to dodge increasingly limited.
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At the moment when [Jiangshan Kanyu Map] lost contact with the gods, all the city gods in the entire world sensed it in an instant.
This treasure is jointly controlled by all the city gods. As soon as they took a breath, they knew what was happening.
Through that treasure, their sight spanned infinite space and saw the scene outside Abi Hell.
Outside the world, a stone tower with a square and wide base and a whole body like a masonry tower stands in the direction of hell, firmly sealing off the space in front of it.
The octagonal part of the stone tower is decorated with skeletons, bone swords, bone bowls and other oily treasures. Black energy is constantly emitting outwards, and the evil atmosphere is looking strong.
Many city gods saw the stone tower, but they couldn't tell what it was.
You can recognize the style of the pagoda. It is a Buddhist treasure, so it should not be so evil.
"Quickly report to the Imperial Capital and Fengchan Mountain, something big has happened!" What is the origin of the pagoda in Bucheng? It is a treasure that can seal the first level of hell. It is not something that their city gods can solve, even if it is not a fifth-grade city god.
Only the "King Ming Ling" who was in charge of the emperor's capital could save the trapped god.
They sent out messages quickly, anxious.
"Buddha Pagoda... Pagoda Pagoda, hum, there is a Buddhist monk in Youkuang. Other forces may not have the courage to imitate this thing... I have long heard that the underworld is seeking unrest, but I didn't expect it to come so fast." Changning County.
The City God walked in the temple like a clay sculpture, only his eyes occasionally blinked.
He has a powerful clan behind him and knows far more information than ordinary gods.
In that world, there were not many people who had the courage to challenge Shinto, or rather...very few.
"Reporting to the City God, the monks from Luohan Zen Temple have come to pay their respects." A small official from the Reporting Department came in and spoke in a low voice, interrupting the City God's thoughts.
"Luohan Chanyuan...there is no need to see him, it's wrong...let them give him some peace of mind."
The city god was feeling annoyed at the moment and waved his leg to let the young official leave.
After a while, the [Jiangshan Map] that was originally suspended above the City God's Temple suddenly shrank out of thin air. If you stood outside this world, you could see a middle-aged man in a bright yellow robe stretching out his legs.
, picked up the treasure that covered the entire Yangjian Shinto system, and turned it into a picture in his legs.
The city god of Changning County rushed to bow down. To be precise, should all the city gods in Tiandong bow?
Because that middle-aged man was the first Tiandong City God, the first-class Tiandong City God—Chengtian Jianguo Simin was promoted to Fuminglingling King.
King Mingling took one step and came beyond the realm of life and death.
In front of him is the vast and endless oily deepest Abi Hell.
His legs were covered in copper dust and he waved forward. In an instant, the hell shook. The world barrier that was originally suppressed by the pagoda shook wildly, and cracks like snakes appeared.
"King Mingling, as the god of the world, do I ask to interfere with his affairs?" Then he saw countless black imps pouring out of the crack.
Those little ghosts quickly regretted it and transformed into an evil ghost with disheveled hair and a bulging head several hundred feet tall.
However, King Mingling noticed at a glance that the crown on his head was in the shape of a prayer flag, and his eyes couldn't help but become a little colder.
"boom."
He waved his leg, and the evil ghost exploded in an instant, and was then included in his map.
"King Mingling, there are thousands of small gods in Bu Nao, they are just a few months of incense and some miscellaneous soldiers. After the death of those gods, they will become the ghost officials of his Abi Hell. It may not be a good thing for them. I beg you.
Go and think clearly, if you really break up with them, they will cut off the communication between the underworld and the underworld!"