Chapter 1797 Could it be the reincarnation of the Lord of Hundred Ghosts?
The strong and mellow wine is sprinkled on the cold ghost forest land.
The accompanying Lingtian warriors stood behind Chu Yue.
Either a solemn military salute, or a nod, clasped fists, and bowing.
Those third- and fourth-level ghosts looked left and right, eyes widening with curiosity and learning spirit.
After a while, I saw that they were also saluting in a decent manner. Although their movements were clumsy, their eyes were extremely sincere.
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
The Xuanhan warriors who were massacred screamed in agony.
Sanriku surrounded and killed not even a fly.
Nan Mengjiao lay down in front of Chu Yue, looking at the Xuanhan warriors who died in the hands of the enemy, her expression gradually became dull, and her eyes became more and more hollow.
Two lines of silent tears, like the tide bursting from a dam, welled up in my eyes.
Her nails were digging into the dirt on the ground.
If my sister learns of Xuanhan's situation, she will definitely be extremely disappointed in her.
Nan Mengjiao closed her wet eyelashes, wanting to bite her tongue and commit suicide in pain and despair.
Suddenly, a slender hand as cold as frost grabbed her chin ruthlessly.
Nan Mengjiao was forced to the balcony and looked at Chu Yue in horror.
"Princess Nanmeng, death is too easy for you."
Chu Yue said: "I am afraid that you will disturb the peace of my Lingtian warrior in the underground nine springs. Not only do you have to live, but you also have to live under my eyes until the sins you have committed are made clear. Of course, you
I’ll never know it in my lifetime.”
After saying that, his long fingers suddenly exerted force.
There was only a "click" sound, and Nan Mengjiao's jaw was dislocated in Chu Yue's palm.
For Nan Mengjiao, a disabled person, even death is now a luxury.
Chu Yue threw her into the pile of ghosts and said in a cold voice: "Take her to the Demon Prison and curse her for a thousand years. Use her blood to moisten my Forest of Hundred Ghosts. I will watch her carefully."
How to survive the thousand years of curse."
Demon's Prison...
Zhao Wushuang and others looked at each other.
They had never heard of this.
Although the Forest of One Hundred Demons has existed in the world for 90,000 years, most people in the world have never truly understood the Forest of One Hundred Demons.
All I know is that this is a hell filled with ghosts and ghosts on earth, a hell that makes millions of people’s hair stand on end, but it was also a salvation for the living beings in the chaos of war.
Over the years, people have more or less known that curses are rampant in the depths of the Forest of Hyakki.
The ghosts all understood Chu Yue's words and lifted Nan Mengjiao up with smooth movements.
The so-called Demon Prison is to imprison criminals who have done many evil things under the earth.
Thousands of feet underground, the roots of the demon tree are intricately tangled, penetrating the criminal's body.
Every criminal who is imprisoned in the Demon Prison has a time limit.
For example, Nan Mengjiao has a curse period of one thousand years.
Chu Yue noticed the astonished gazes from all directions, and her eyes trembled slightly.
Even she herself didn't know the specific details of the Demon's Prison and the Haunted Forest Spell before this.
But just now, she just blurted it out, as if she knew the Forest of One Hundred Demons very well, even though the bloodline seal had not been broken and the memory had not been fully recovered.
The ghosts took Nan Mengjiao away and sent her thousands of feet underground.
Nan Mengjiao shook her head wildly, tears flowing freely, and her eyes were full of fear.
The tree roots penetrated her body and bones like steel knives, nailing her beneath the ghost.
From then on, he could neither live nor die, and could only live in a miserable thousand-year cycle of reincarnation.
And because of the special existence of the demon tree roots.
Every moment of Nan Mengjiao's life, she will live in the nightmare, pain, sin and blood of the past.
She saw her sister's maid approaching her, occupying her, and torturing her.
She also saw hundreds of the female warriors she had killed over the years, like resentful spirits, surrounding her.
Under the dual mental and physical torture, Nan Mengjiao was so frightened that her pupils blurred, like a madman with both mental and consciousness collapsed...
Crazy in the depths of the earth!
…
Before the dawn, the great martial saints of the Three Continents slaughtered the Xuanhan warriors thoroughly.
"Master Ye Lu, the Xuanhan warrior who has sinned so much have all gone to hell to reflect." Yuan Guihai said.
Chu Yue looked at the corpses on the ground and the rivers of blood, her eyebrows softened, and she sighed softly: "It's so pitiful. I have done good deeds throughout my life, and I hate to see such bloody things like killing."
Yuan Guihai: "..."
Everyone: "???"
When this guy issued the massacre order just now, the warriors from the Five Continents never saw the slightest bit of mercy on her body.
At this time, Qingqiu Continent had sent more than 900 Lingtian warriors.
Shen Qingfeng wiped off the blood on the sword blade, and the robe on his body had long been stained red by the blood of Xuanhan warriors, like red plums blooming in winter.
He held his sword and bowed: "Master Ye Lu, these are Ling Tian's prisoners from the Qingqiu tribe, and now they are all returned to Ling Tian."
Chu Yue looked sideways, and more than nine hundred Ling Tian warriors looked at Chu Yue in disbelief. It was unimaginable that Ling Tian could really fight his way through the Forest of Hundred Ghosts.
Chu Yue's eyes were like ancient pools, and she glanced at Shen Qingfeng in a secretive manner, and said calmly: "Master Shen Jiu, it's a pleasure to cooperate."
“A pleasure to work with.”
Shen Qingfeng said.
Immediately, the remaining two continents sent Ling Tian's prisoners one after another.
Chu Yue confirmed that all the Lingtian warriors still alive in the ghost forest were in their own camp, and then returned to the Demonic Castle with a large force.
Shen Qingfeng, Yuan Guihai, Ye Mei and others were also curious about where Ye Chuyue would take the Lingtian warrior.
In addition to the safe camps around Star Monument, will there be new safe camps?
Until everyone saw the demon castle rising from the ground, like the demon king's palace, standing on the shore of the demon realm, and the warriors everywhere were shocked.
Even those Lingtian warriors were shocked.
Bu Hairou opened his mouth, but found that he was speechless.
She didn't understand how Ye Chuyue did it.
Whenever she felt that Ye Chuyue had created a miracle.
You will soon discover that the next miracle is even more surprising.
"Is she still human?"
Si Lieyang leaned next to Bu Hairou and muttered to himself: "Could he be the reincarnation of the Lord of Hundred Ghosts?"
All the Lingtian warriors followed Chu Yue into the Demon King's Castle.
This castle has not stopped growing.
It is growing vigorously and constantly expanding its sections anytime and anywhere.
"Ye Chuyue."
Bu Hairou said: "I am completely useless and cannot share your worries, but I have a vague feeling that you will be the glory of Lingtian and dispel the haze over Lingtian."
Chu Yue looked at her calmly.
Bu Hairou's Dantian and martial arts roots were dug out and filled with poison pills. Even if Chu Yue spent all her life's learning, it would be difficult to cure her.
"Ling Tian's glory belongs to Ling Tian's hundreds of millions of warriors who strive for self-improvement and hard work, and it also belongs to you, Princess Hairou."
Chu Yue's tone was very calm.
The two looked at each other and smiled gently.
Outside, Qin Tieniu was guarding the castle with King Scar.
The other Sanriku warriors gradually dispersed.
A woman in Qingqiu Continent had her clothes open and slid sideways, unintentionally revealing her smooth and white shoulders.