The broad and pure Milky Way is like a bright silver ribbon, shining in the depths of the sky.
Chang'e's eyes were solemn and her brows were furrowed. She stood in front of the surging Tianhe River and quietly watched the grand scene here.
Creak~
Suddenly, the surrounding void shattered layer by layer, and a gray-faced figure fell out of it.
It’s the canopy!
"Bah, bah, bah!" Tianpeng rolled around on the ground in disgrace and was about to curse when he saw the figure of Chang'e.
The originally embarrassed expression suddenly turned into a smile.
"Hey hey hey, Mr. Taiyin Star, you are fine..."
Facing Tianpeng's rather attentive look, Chang'e's face was filled with deep sorrow.
"Why did the Jade Rabbit fall?"
Chang'e's voice was particularly delicate and soft, which made Tianpeng suddenly feel ripples in his heart.
However, when he thought of the tragic situation in Qingmei Cave, he couldn't help but sigh.
"To be honest, the foundation of the underworld is deeper than we imagined. Not only does it control a world comparable to the ancient times, but even the former ancestral wizard Xuan Ming has not truly fallen and is still lingering in Pangu Palace."
"What!" Upon hearing this, Chang'e suddenly felt a little frightened and uneasy.
"How is this possible!"
"That's true." After saying this, Tianpeng swallowed in panic, as if he thought of some bad memories.
"The power of the ancestral witch is comparable to the peak of a quasi-sage. Even Haotian cannot resist it. Pingxin put this trump card at the end. It is definitely not for resisting foreign enemies. There should be many secrets that need to be discovered."
"However, I can clearly feel that the Xuanming Ancestral Witch is not in good condition. He should be relying on Pangu Palace to hang on to his life. Otherwise, according to the violent temper of the Witch clan, he will definitely attack the heaven."
"Taiyin Star Lord, the Antarctic Emperor asked me to tell you that it is best to stay at home during this period to avoid being..."
Tianpeng did not finish what he said, but looked at Chang'e with meaningful eyes.
No matter which force they belong to, betrayers are often hated to the core. Compared with the crusade from Heaven, Chang'e's betrayal makes Ping Xin even more disgusted.
"I understand, thank you."
Hearing this, Chang'e felt a little panicked, and quickly set up the clouds and returned to the Taiyin Star.
"Damn it, I didn't expect the Xuanming Ancestral Witch to survive in the world. Why didn't Pingxin share such information? It caused my mother to directly join the heavenly camp. Now that Yutu has fallen, she has to pay compensation to Shui Dexingjun. It's really a direct loss to my grandma's family.
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"It seems that before Ping Xinqiu settles the score, I have to make preparations in advance. I wonder if the contribution I have now can support my cultivation of Da Luo realm. Alas, it seems that Huang Cang will have to contribute again."
Looking at Chang'e's leaving figure, Tianpeng narrowed his eyes with interest.
He could clearly feel that the aura of the Taiyin Star Lord was obviously stronger than some time ago, and there was even a vague sign of an imminent breakthrough.
"What's going on? Chang'e is absolutely no match for me in terms of both her background and her feet. Why can she improve at such a rapid rate? Is it possible that she still has some treasure in her hand?"
Thinking of this, Tianpeng couldn't help but frown, thinking about the changes during this period of singing.
Suddenly, his left ear trembled slightly, and Xuandu's words came to his mind.
"Go to the depths of the Tianhe River."
……
Three months later.
The yellow spring water in the underworld suddenly made waves, causing countless evil spirits to stop and watch.
As the mysterious and ancient murmur sounded, a shining golden lotus slowly floated out of the underworld.
This golden lotus looks particularly noble. Its roots are deeply rooted at the bottom of the Yellow Spring, absorbing the aura crazily and greedily to continuously provide nutrients for the heart of the lotus.
At this time, Manjusri is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the golden lotus, using the foundation of Huangquan to improve his realm.
The Yin Tian Zi Seal slowly floated behind his head, scattering the dense and penetrating charm wantonly. Manjusri was bathed in the brilliance of the treasure, and his understanding of the ghost realm once again advanced by leaps and bounds.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, feeling the earth-shaking changes in his body, and his mood suddenly became cheerful.
Buzz buzz...
The leaves of the golden lotus are lit up one after another, blooming with a thorough charm.
At the same time, Manjusri's realm was finally pushed to its peak, and the cassock moved automatically without wind, making waves.
Taiyi Peak!
"Huh..." He exhaled with unfinished meaning, and then slowly opened his eyes. His bright eyes were like a deep pool of silence, clearly reflecting the magnificent scenery of Huangquan.
He slowly stood up, letting the golden lotus under his feet wither and decay, and disappear along with the flow of the underworld.
After many immortal families were slaughtered by Xuan Ming, the Heavenly Court's attack on Qingmei Cave Heaven was completely settled.
Ping Xin quietly left Nanzhan Buzhou and returned to the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Although she didn't say much, the sadness between her eyebrows was particularly strong.
There are too many things exposed.
The cave, the shamans, Xuan Ming, and the corpses of the witch clan will all become excuses for another crusade from the Heavenly Court.
Every time I think of these factors, Pingxin feels uneasy and doesn't know how to deal with it. He directly immerses his body in the Tao Yun, hoping to find a solution there.
But Manjusri, a foreign aid, received rich rewards.
In addition to the treasures of heaven and earth that Ping Xin originally promised, all the treasures left by the powerful men in heaven were collected by Samantabhadra and will be distributed according to work after returning to the West.
Moreover, the killing of the Jade Rabbit and the forcible killing of several immortals when the dark clouds changed allowed Pingxin to directly hand over the authority of Huangquan, making it the private property of Manjusri and able to roam freely in this death zone.
In just three months, Manjusri went all out and absorbed the aura of Huangquan crazily, finally raising his realm to the peak of Taiyi.
Today's Huangquan has lost its original appearance of howling ghosts and wolves, and its color has become slightly clearer. If you use detection methods, you can even see the bottom easily.
"I have absorbed 70% of the aura here. It will take at least tens of thousands of years to restore it to the original state. If I add some heavenly materials and earthly treasures from the ghost realm, the recovery speed will be greatly increased. Unfortunately, I have nothing but the Yin Tian Zi Seal.
, and there are no other treasures."
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Manjusri sighed helplessly, and then took out the Yin Tian Zi Seal.
This treasure seal looks square and square, dotted with mysterious patterns, and has a wide golden river at the bottom, with the same winding trend as the Yellow Spring.
The lines of the river look lifelike, and you can vaguely hear the sound of the Yellow Spring flowing, and the water vapor rushing towards your face, as if this is not just a simple exquisite carving, but a microcosm of the Yellow Spring. p>
Manjusri narrowed his eyes slightly and gently touched the lines of Yin Tianzi Yin. The delicate, warm but uneven touch made him suddenly feel that his connection with the underworld was much stronger.
The rich aura of the ghost path slowly flows out along the treasure seal, swaying gently around Manjusri, like a soft and green willow, gently caressing his skin.
At this time, a tall and straight figure appeared quietly next to Huang Quan.
Bull head!
He is tall and muscular, and his clothes are rough and made of the most common linen. His hands are as wide as cattail fans, and his palms are covered with thick calluses.
"Sir!" the bull-headed urn said angrily, and then he respectfully saluted Manjusri and greeted him.
The affairs of Yama are complicated and difficult to get out of. They are already working hard all day and night. In addition, several Yamas who sacrificed need to be slowly nurtured and reborn in the six realms of reincarnation, so the number of official duties skyrocketed instantly.
After Xuan Ming took action, King Qin Guang and the others immediately left Qingmei Cave without stopping to deal with the official affairs that had been backlogged for a long time.
The bull head is the guide responsible for guiding Manjusri in the underworld instead of Yama.
Facing this mysterious Yin Tianzi, Niu Tou's eyes were full of admiration.
His eyes flickered, his heart surged, and a lot of news and intelligence about Manjusri appeared in his mind.
"Sir, thanks to your Kong Mingshi, we can live such a comfortable life in the underworld. Niutou admires you so much. No matter what instructions you have in the future, please feel free to ask."
Niutou grinned widely and kept patting his chest and said.
"This is all the result of your concerted efforts. I am just adding fuel to the flames." Manjusri patted his shoulder lightly and then walked towards the Naihe Bridge.
The sobbing sound sounded by the dark Naihe Bridge, as if it had never stopped.
Many reluctant ghosts, drawn by some special rules, came to the Naihe Bridge in groups, drank up the Meng Po Soup that carried the power of forgetfulness, and then went to reincarnation with dull eyes.
Guided by Niu Tou, Manjusri quietly came to the Naihe Bridge and stared at the rare scene in front of him.
In the center of the orderly ghost team, there is an old woman wearing dark purple plum blossoms, slowly making soup.
Her body was extremely hunched, looking like a dehydrated prawn, her face was covered with fine wrinkles, her eyes were cloudy, her lips were as black as ink, and her gray hair had been tied up and swayed back and forth with her movements.
The ghosts after death will have more or less obsessions. They are not willing to forget their memories, so they will take a chance when passing by the Naihe Bridge.
Some are hiding in places where ghosts are confused, hoping to fish in troubled waters, some secretly spill the soup all over their clothes, hoping to use external force to change the situation, and some are so arrogant that they directly kick the soup to the ground, point at Po Meng's nose and curse, I hope this can alleviate the fear in my heart.
However, their calculations were all in vain.
Meng Po was already slowly cooking the soup, not caring about the small movements of these ghosts at all, but an undoubted force suddenly appeared, binding the ghosts who wasted Meng Po soup in place, and condensed it into an invisible sharp blade. , instantly inflicting wounds on his body and making him cry out in pain.
They seemed to be suffering from this horrific torture, twisting their bodies almost crazily, but they were still unable to break free from the restraining power.
The seemingly sticky and thick black liquid slowly flowed out along the ferocious wound and landed on the mountain in drops, making the scene even more bizarre.
Immediately afterwards, the bubbling cauldron shook slightly from side to side, and several streams of hot and steaming soup flew out from the cauldron, landing on the ghosts accurately.
Hissing sounds came one after another, and the high temperature caused these ghosts to be burned to pieces, but their expressions and eyes became more and more dull.
Obviously, this is the punishment of Meng Po Tang.
If you don't want to drink it, pour it into other wounds.
Such a bloody scene made the surrounding ghosts shrink their heads, a little afraid of the harm caused by this mysterious cauldron.
They lined up in an orderly manner, took the scalding soup from Granny Meng's hand, and then raised their heads to drink. Then, all their thoughts and desires disappeared without a trace.
In this process of forgetting their memories, they seemed to be reborn, and all the sins they had committed during their lives were wiped away. Like pure ice and snow, they entered the six realms of reincarnation one after another.
"What a wonderful method."
Manjusri was dressed in a brilliant white cassock and attracted the attention of all the ghosts as soon as he appeared on the scene.
With a firm face and easy-going eyes, he stood quietly by the Naihe Bridge, quietly watching the process as a bystander, occasionally nodding slightly in approval.
Po Meng, who was always busy on the Naihe Bridge, seemed to feel his gaze. She slowly raised her extremely old face and stared at Manjusri with turbid eyes.
Po Meng coughed twice, her voice was extremely hoarse, and she spoke slowly.