Chapter four hundred and eighty seventh spanning life and death
The Yinshan monster, which did not adapt to the rules of the outside world, had its reversal power removed, and its remaining combat power was completely gone and became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered outside Fengdu City.
With Qiu Shui, the master of Beixuan Palace, in charge, and a large number of strong men from Fengdu City coming out, they were able to take down all these monsters without even a single blow.
After the dust settled over there, all the evil spirits and ghosts were taken into the Fengdu dungeon.
Jiang Li, who was still staying on Beiyin Mountain, opened his eyes.
He breathed a sigh of relief, luckily there were no accidents in this wave of tooth extraction.
If he hadn't been in the enemy's base camp to gather information, he wouldn't have dared to open the door to hell like this.
If this grandma from Mingshan is allowed to pass through the gate of hell and reach Fengdu City directly, Jiang Li's inheritance from the Emperor of China might all have different owners.
Not long ago, after Grandma Mingshan canceled the full moon banquet, she immediately issued an order and sent out most of the demons and ghosts under her control to capture those four-handed people.
Needless to say, the purpose is to hunt down the four-handed people to store more Yangshou copper coins.
He must have wanted to take his forces with him to attack the City of Fushou.
But now, her plan may have come to nothing.
Not to mention capturing all the four-handers.
One by one of the monsters she sent out from the Shadow Mountain, they all ended up on the other side of the gate of hell.
Unless Grandma Mingshan can directly cross the void of the underworld on her own and find the fragments of the underworld in Fengdu City 44,444 miles away.
Otherwise, it will take a long time for Beiyin Mountain to return to its original chaotic dance of demons.
Grandma Mingshan should have been aware of those demons and ghosts as early as when they crossed the gate of hell. I don’t know how angry that person will be now.
Jiang Li, still wearing the purple vine shell, pushed open the stone door in front and walked to the outside world.
The place where he was just now was a tomb. After all, this is a cemetery, so it is quite good to have a clean and tidy tomb to rest in.
When they saw Mr. Wisteria coming out, the two ghosts standing at the door of the tomb immediately bowed to him.
It's just that Jiang Li thinks it would be better if they could show a little more respect on their faces.
For unknown reasons, Grandma Mingshan did not allow the remaining seven demons to leave Beiyin Mountain, or even let them leave this cemetery.
They also specially sent ghosts to monitor them.
If not, how could it be so easy for Fengdu City to deal with the power of Beiyin Mountain?
Because they who have reached the level of Demon King have the ability to move freely away from Beiyin Mountain.
If we really had a head-on confrontation with these guys, even a superior Si Shen force might not be able to handle it. It seems that Grandma Mingshan didn't really believe in the seven of them.
After the wild stone demon king attacked her, this suspicion became much more serious.
Even Jiang Li was careful when sending away the four-handed children, and separated just a tiny bit from the wisp of the unknown fire, so that they were not discovered.
Jiang Li walked out of the tomb. On the stage in the distance outside, the sound of the opera had already stopped.
It was replaced by an ugly and angry voice.
"You mean, 30,000 demons! You just went to capture a mere 8,000 four-handers! Not only did they fail, they even disappeared under our noses!"
In a rage, Grandma Mingshan's voices overlapped like ocean waves, making it increasingly difficult to distinguish between male and female.
But the different voices mixed in the voice were all filled with anger.
"Grandma! I will look for them again, I will look for them again, I will definitely find them this time!"
Crouching in front of the stage, a black robe was floating in the air, like the sound of strong wind blowing through the canyon, trembling in fear.
But what responded to him was just a dark light.
The black light penetrated from the front to the back, and a big hole immediately appeared in the middle of the black robe.
Inside, a black wind dispersed, leaving only the tattered black robe lying on the spot, no different from a piece of garbage.
And over there, there were already several black robes lying there.
The whirlwind is rolling with quick feet, and the people of Gou Si are covered in black mist.
These black-robed figures are the monster "Quick-foot" transformed from the spirit of the whirlwind on the Shady Mountain.
This kind of spirit is very fast and is the best messenger scout.
But these eager men, following the popularity and yin energy in the wind, have gone to all the places where the four-handed people and the ghosts of the Yinbo Mountain may appear, but they have found nothing.
The breath disappeared out of thin air, leaving them with no way to find it.
But their master, Ming Xing Aihui, would not understand their helplessness.
After hearing this information, he sent out one quickie after another, and then killed them all in anger. In addition to the one who just died, the extremely rare quickie was already on the stage.
Seven died before.
Jiang Li, who had been watching this scene for the last day, felt a little distressed by it.
This kind of rare spirit will become extinct if we kill it again.
After seven times, Ming Xing Aihui probably finally accepted the reality and stopped sending out scouts to investigate.
At this time, another black robe filled with whirlwind flew down from the mountain.
This eager bird was not sent to search at the bottom of the mountain, but to explore the mountain.
I saw this hurried foot landing in front of and behind the stage, muttering something in its mouth, and Grandma Mingshan's expression finally softened a bit.
Fortunately, this whirlwind monster was not slapped to death.
After a while, sparse gongs struck on the stage.
That was Grandma Mingshan summoning them.
On the six tombs far away from Jiang Li, the stone doors opened one after another, and six other demon king-level monsters came out.
Looking at each other, these monsters who could stamp their feet to trample a mountain all had solemn expressions. Something bad could happen at this time.
But they didn't dare to follow the grandma's call, so they had to gather in front of the stage again
"I followed my grandma across the shady mountain!'
The other six big demons who had been suspected for a long time, although they had been mentally prepared, were still pale at this time.
Everyone looked at Jiang Li, filled with anger and helplessness.
If this guy hadn't been so meddlesome and had sent him a desperate card to kill the city, how could Grandma Mingshan have nothing to do and drag them over the mountain!
Climbing over the Yin Mountain is the dead. No living creature would hate to experience the feeling of death.
And although, the death caused by crossing Beiyin Mountain can be reversed by crossing in the opposite direction.
But going from life to death is easy, and from death to life is difficult. These are the rules of heaven and earth.
It is not that complicated to climb back from the other side of Beiyin Mountain. If you want to cross the boundary between life and death and resurrect, you still need conditions.
Take a deep breath, hold it in your belly, and follow the rock giant step by step across the light strip that is the boundary between life and death.
Xing Ai and the Eight Demons of the Underworld were shocked at the same time.
The ten black lines on Jiang Li's chest completely intersected.
It was like a chain that bound his life, tightening instantly.
The powerful heart stopped beating at that moment.
Jiang Li only felt that the temperature all over his body was disappearing rapidly, and he was already freezing cold in the blink of an eye.
The skin on his body became completely gray, and the pupils of his eyes were bright and clear, making it difficult to look like a living person anymore.
Even in his spiritual world, everything has withered, and it looks like a scene of the end of the wasteland, without any life at all.
The chains composed of ten black threads tightly bound Jiang Li's vitality, stripping everything he should have from his body bit by bit.
Then Jiang Li felt as if somewhere on his body had been cut with a pair of big scissors.
A sharp pain like tearing, and all his vitality completely disappeared.
At the same time, he seemed to have lost something very important.
After recalling the wonderful experience of death, Jiang Li looked around blankly for a moment.
It soon became clear what I had lost.
Under the moonlight, there was no shadow at the feet of the Eight Demons of Mingshan.
Eight shadows were drifting away from them.
Among them, the shadow of the Wisteria Demon is made up of the shadows of countless vines entangled with each other. They are not a complete life. They can still cling to each other and cooperate when they are alive, but now they have become shadows and will soon fall apart.
A shadow that was exactly the same as Xing Ai's body shape was vaguely revealed in the gap between the long and growing shadows.
And all Jiang Li's vitality is hidden in his own shadow.
This is what you have to go through to cross the Beiyin Mountain.
The boundary between life and death can cut off the vitality of the living and even tear apart their souls and shadows.
The shadow no longer follows the person, but separates here, wandering in this huge mountain range with the original life of the living person.
The things that were watching them on the other side of the boundary were the shadows left behind by the people who had crossed the Beiyin Mountain before.
If a traveler dies after crossing Beiyin Mountain, he wants to be resurrected.
You must find your own shadow on the Shadow Mountain and cross back to the Yang Realm with it to get your life back. But the shadow that is separated from the body will no longer wait for you as obediently as before.
The Beiyin Mountain is so big that if you want to find your own shadow in it, you will undoubtedly be looking for a needle in a haystack.
And during this process, if one's own shadow is killed and devoured by other shadows, there will really be no place to cry.
And the longer time passes, the more independent the shadow will become after being separated from the main body, and may even eventually develop into an independent life, permanently separated from the traveler.
By then the dead will remain dead forever.
Taking such a huge risk, Jiang Li was still willing to cross Beiyin Mountain, not just because of the temptation of profit.
The most important thing is that he still has some support.
On his fingertips, the three thousand black mosquitoes with broken wings were lying on their backs. At the same time as they crossed the Beiyin Mountain, they could not resist the rules of heaven and earth, and they all died.
The moment they died, Jiang Li's last parallel consciousness seized the opportunity and swallowed up the tiny souls of three thousand mosquitoes in time, making them completely dead.
And this most special parallel consciousness also returned to Jiang Li's sea of consciousness.
The pain of the soul being torn apart was immediately filled by the Guanyin Heart Sutra running at high speed.
At this time, Jiang Li did not have time to comprehend the memory of the group of black mosquitoes with residual wings brought back by his consciousness.
After just randomly intercepting a part of the memory, I knocked out the parallel consciousness with my backhand.
He sank directly into the shadow that had just been torn apart.