Situ Yun's face was solemn, he looked into the distance, and continued to rub his robe with his fingertips.
In front of him, there was a huge and round toad, lying on the ground and sleeping soundly.
The back of the toad is covered with glaze pimples, which emit a faint light and illuminate the surroundings, revealing the battlefield situation.
"This, this means losing?"
Seeing Liu Yuchun's hurried retreat, Situ Yun couldn't believe it. His eyes widened and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
The wall that reaches the sky is covered with grass and trees.
That's not a sack of wine, but Liu Yuchun, who has been famous for tens of thousands of years.
"It's unbelievable that Manjushri Bodhisattva actually has such a large number of evil ghosts in his hands." A confidant looked at the scene behind the toad and couldn't help but marvel.
Many strong men who had the chance to escape nodded involuntarily in affirmation.
I never expected that Manjusri’s ghost knowledge was deeper than that of King Ping. Not only could he easily mobilize all ghosts, but he could also activate all kinds of cherished ghost powers at his fingertips.
The most important thing is that from beginning to end, he never took action and had no other magical powers.
It's a complete crushing.
Thinking of this, Situ Yun's face suddenly became ugly.
He flicked his fingers, red light flashed in his palm, and a small scarlet snake quietly appeared in the middle.
Channel·Red Mouth!
The little snake swayed slightly, shook its head towards Situ Yun, and its cheeks suddenly bulged.
Seeing this, Situ Yun quickly activated his spiritual power and instilled it into the little snake's body.
The latter shook his head comfortably, and then spit out jade beads from his mouth.
Belief·White Teeth!
With anticipation in his eyes, Situ Yun directly crushed the jade, and smoke came out from it, wrapping his ears tightly.
After a while, his eyes brightened and he smiled.
"The teacher said he will be here soon, let's just wait for the show to start."
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The blood moon hangs high in the sky.
The foul smell of blood swept through the silent night like a spring breeze.
The City of Wasted Death, this magnificent city with rich spiritual essence, is a symbol of the prosperity of the underworld.
Since the Lich Tribulation settled, the number of evil spirits in the ancient world has been increasing day by day. When they entered the underworld, they were summoned by the charm of the rules and came to this city one after another.
Evil ghosts are bloodthirsty and kill, brave and fearless, and practice the ghost way. Their realm can be said to be soaring and unimpeded. Even the innate beings are not trying too hard.
Because of this, the power of Wusi City rose rapidly in the underworld, and even Yama could not suppress it.
However, this prosperous city has now encountered an unprecedented disaster.
The cold wind howled and blood filled the air.
Death and mourning intertwined with each other in the night, condensing into beautiful music.
Hot and steaming flames, endless waves, biting north wind, violent and terrifying thunder...
The torrent formed by the condensation of thousands of spells flows along the sky and overflows the battlefield, spreading wantonly and overwhelming the sky.
The swarming and dense killing magical powers entangled, burst out, gathered into a vast ocean, and competed to bloom in the wave of evil spirits.
The violent torrent of spells is like brilliant and colorful fireworks, instantly blooming with the ultimate charm.
Boom!!
The roar echoed through the sky.
The torrent of magic condenses, and the bright radiance blooms, lighting up the silent night.
"Kill, attack, don't be afraid of these evil ghosts."
"Dirty garbage, you still dare to come to the core and act wild, just to see my reputation."
"My sons, follow me."
Many ghost cultivators cooperated with each other and were well-trained. They turned their spells into waves and smashed them towards the evil ghosts overwhelmingly.
At this moment, there is no way to retreat.
In the face of death, no one has the courage to reserve any means. Looking at the endless waves of evil spirits, everyone feels fear and panic.
The charm of shattered souls continues to spread in the battlefield.
The ghost cultivator roared desperately, boosting the morale of his colleagues and dispelling fear for himself.
There are dark clouds and ghosts are crying and wolves are howling.
Massive soul fragments, like swarms of insects, filled the sky, and were gradually annihilated by the power of the underworld.
In the past, those arrogant and domineering ghost cultivators were now as lowly as ants, being crazily slaughtered by evil spirits and their souls were scattered.
"Oh my God, is Manjusri really a Buddhist Bodhisattva? Why is he so evil-minded and ruthless?"
"The souls of those who surrendered were scattered. What on earth was Manjusri thinking?"
"He wants to kill them all and leave us no chance of survival."
"Damn it, doesn't he feel sorry for the sacrifice of so many golden immortals and evil spirits?"
Boom!!
The defense line in the core area was suddenly destroyed by evil spirits, leaving holes.
Countless ferocious faces followed the opening and swarmed inside, biting and beheading the many ghost cultivators present on the spot.
"Presumptuous!"
Situ Yun shouted loudly, holding a treasure seal with his hand, and came to support.
Poison Road·Liu Yuxi!
The crisp and elegant charm quietly emerges on the battlefield.
In the stream scene, catkins are flying, and a large blank area is instantly cleared.
Mu Dao·Yunshenglong!
A magnificent roar suddenly arose in the south.
The mighty wooden dragon rose against the tide of evil spirits and made great achievements in battle.
Liu Yuchun looked solemn, urging the dragon to circle and crush, leaving some breathing time for the many ghost cultivators around him.
However, the condition of these two strong men now seems a bit embarrassing.
King Ping Ping followed Manjusri to the core area of the City of Wasted Death.
Looking at the battlefield littered with corpses, his face was extremely shocked, and then he looked into the distance.
Both Situ Yun and Bai Yuchun are now lost dogs and cannot pose any threat at all.
The real enemy is the strong man sitting in the center.
The pinnacle of Daluo, the direct descendant of the sea of blood.
Ling Qiushui!
In the chaotic and noisy killing feast, Ling Qiushui is always the center of attention.
He wears a scarlet robe, which automatically burns like a raging flame without wind. His face is white and his eyes are deep. He carries a red sword on his back and is invincible in the wave of evil spirits.
The sword light, full of killing charm, evaporated like falling flowers. Wherever it went, all the evil ghosts were mercilessly crushed.
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Ling Qiushui looked calm and fearless. Every step he took would cause a wave of blood.
The most eye-catching thing is his pair of scarlet eyes, which are shining with brilliance and contain pure blood charm. There is a cold evil aura in his every move and every move.
Blood Path·Sword Drifting!
Keng!
The sound of contention covers up all sounds.
The battlefield suddenly became silent, and countless eyes turned to Ling Qiushui.
The sword light flashes, sweeping across the world.
Ling Qiushun's body shattered instantly, forming a scarlet river full of carnage, directly crossing the north and south of the battlefield, killing tens of thousands of evil ghosts on the spot.
The river intercepts the entire core area, exuding a pure killing charm.
As soon as the evil ghost touched the river, his body instantly turned into ashes. He didn't even have time to struggle, and he sank to the bottom and disappeared.
"Who else?"
Ling Qiushui's shadow, with piercing eyes, stands in the sky, and his overwhelming pride is leisurely released.
"As expected of a direct descendant of the Blood Sea, he transformed his body into a branch of the Blood Sea and used it to attack local evil spirits. He is indeed a fierce general."
When Manjusri saw this, his eyes showed admiration.
Ling Qiushui's attainments in the blood path are extremely high, and except for Patriarch Styx, he is almost unrivaled in the sea of blood.
He is good at killing, based on blood, and has painstakingly studied for tens of thousands of years to create the powerful Chiyun Sword Technique, which he has dominated in the City of Fushou for tens of thousands of years.
Ling Qiu Shui practiced the path of blood and killing, and his attacks were always fearless and life-oriented. His methods were extremely ruthless, and ordinary Da Luo could not resist them, and even his sanity would be eaten away by the blood.
The sword he uses is an acquired spiritual treasure called Oriole Cry. When activated, it can burst into bursts of mournful screams, eating up the opponent's energy and restoring the body's loss.
Ling Qiu Shui rushed left and right in the battlefield, taking things at his fingertips, as if he was flying freely and without any scruples.
The river of blood he used was a defensive method activated by absorbing the aura of evil ghosts.
The rivers roared, and the waves of blood surged into the sky.
Ling Qiushui stood in front of the team without any fear.
He looked at Manjusri and said in a very respectful tone: "Senior Manjusri, we were really rampant in the past. From now on, we are willing to serve the underworld to repay our sins."
Bai Yuchun hurriedly walked out and echoed from the side: "King Pingping, let him let go of the past grudges. I am willing to personally lead the disciples of Qingsong Langyajian to cooperate with the ghosts in the world to capture those evil ghosts who have defected."<
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Situ Yun fell to his knees directly and begged for mercy with tears on his face: "Your Highness Yin Tianzi, please let us go. I am willing to be like cattle or horses."
"Haha."
Facing the three great Luo's active surrender, Manjusri laughed disapprovingly.
His eyes are cold and dark, and he is sitting on top of the battle, exuding the aura of nobility and killing.
"Let you go?"
Manjusri sneered again and again, flicking his fingers, and the cloudy Tianzi Seal flashed brightly, making the sky darker and darker.
Roaring and roaring, like a lively market, echoed all around, resounding through the sky.
The faces of the three great Luo and hundreds of thousands of ghost cultivators turned extremely pale instantly after hearing the real roar.
"Manjusri Bodhisattva, think twice before you act. What you do is completely contrary to the Buddhist philosophy."
"According to the rules of the underworld, we have to fight fairly. You bully the small ones, how can you convince the crowd?"
"Rules?" Upon hearing these two words, Manjusri snorted disdainfully.
"My rules are just rules."
"They're all garbage, there's no need to keep them, kill them!"
Roar!
The sharp roar stirred up thousands of dark clouds.
The overwhelming evil ghosts are coming in a mighty force.
As soon as they touched the blood river, their bodies were shattered instantly and turned into ashes. Countless people perished in the blink of an eye.
However, Manjusri remained unmoved and used all his strength to mobilize the evil spirits, one after another, to attack crazily towards the core area without any regard for losses.
As the evil ghost fell crazily, the scope of the Blood River was gradually searched and became shaky.
"Crazy, really crazy."
Situ Yun's face was pale, his voice was sharp, and he roared loudly.
This is an evil ghost in the Golden Immortal Realm. No matter where it is placed, it has enough combat power to reverse the situation, but now its sacrifice was not in vain.
So ruthless and decisive.
Situ Yun looked at Manjusri, horrified and asked loudly.
"Yin Tianzi, as the leader of the underworld, you wasted evil spirits in vain. If this kind of thing spreads, you will definitely not be able to convince the public."
Facing Situ Yun's question, Manjusri's voice was cold and he slowly opened his mouth loudly.
"Don't worry, from now on, anyone who refuses to obey will die."