Chapter 400 The Purple Mansion is finally completed, Qi Yuan’s new ability
One move.
The breath of life and death wanders on the tip of the pen. As it moves, black and gray, red and white alternate between the brush strokes.
The strange painter is very serious and paints with his life.
From Jade Girl, she has learned that the Blood-clothed Sword God is not an ordinary person.
Jade Girl also knows a thing or two about what she did for the Blood-clothed Sword God.
Jade Girl asked her to do a good job, and said that the Blood-clothed Sword God should be refining a magic weapon related to the underworld.
But in the conversation between the strange painter, Qi Qi, and those powerful men from the underworld, the ambition of the bloody-robed sword god could clearly be felt.
It's not just about refining magic weapons.
But we really want to build a mythical and legendary underworld.
When she first heard this, Jade Girl burst into laughter.
"The real land cannot even reach the realm of great principles. It is just a legend."
After all, a Yang Shen Tianzun in the realm of great principles, generally speaking, only controls one great principle.
And if you want to build the underworld, you may need more than one principle.
Life, death, yin, yang, reincarnation...etc., there are too many great principles required.
I am afraid that even if all the Supreme Beings from the Nine Heavens are gathered together, they will not be able to build the underworld.
The strange painter didn't know that much, but he also understood that Qi Yuan was not just talking.
The Shanhe Sheji Brush she held in her hand was trembling at this moment.
Suddenly, from the painting in front of me, there seemed to be a sweet voice of a girl coming from the gloomy scene.
"The gate of hell is closed, and nine out of ten people will not return."
"The gate of hell is closed, yin and yang are at odds, life and death are in chaos, grandma will not be disappointed when she comes."
The strange painter's face changed slightly, and she saw that there were many shadows appearing dimly and vaguely in the closed ghost door she painted.
They recited nursery rhymes, their voices innocent, yet eerie.
A sense of excitement and fear slowly crept up his spine. The strange painter didn't know why, but he always felt that the phantoms suddenly appeared in the painting, and the eyes of the girls were staring at her.
It was obvious that some of them were walking, some were looking at the sky, and some were sleeping, but everyone's eyes were looking at her.
At this time, a voice sounded like thunder, sacred and majestic.
"The gate of hell is over, done!"
The one who spoke was naturally Qi Yuan.
He was standing in the Gate of Wanshu, overlooking the world.
With his voice, the ghost gate painted by the strange painter turned into reality at this moment.
Those special creatures like little dolls finally turned their eyes away at this moment, secretly looking at the majestic and boundless creatures above the sky.
The strange painter's face hardened. She looked at the lifelike Gate of Hell. No, that was the Gate of Hell. She was extremely shocked in her heart.
I simply don’t understand why I can really show it to the world.
With a promising look on her face, she continued to paint.
The brush of Shanhaisheji moves in her hands, and pictures are born one after another.
Countless gloomy auras and invisible things were heading towards the underworld crazily at this moment.
Qi Yuan, who was sitting in the underworld, squinted his eyes but saw nothing.
"Is there a visitor at my house?"
The guests in front of us are unknown.
The rest of Yang Shen Tianzun squinted their eyes, and Qi Qi seemed to notice something, but could not see anything at all.
"Eaaah...ah...malaria!"
"Hafnium... layer... acridine..."
Qi Yuan listened carefully, and his ears that could hear the sounds of the world finally heard some chaotic sounds.
These sounds are either high-pitched or like ghosts crying or wolf howling.
He also heard a crackling sound, like maple branches burning and sparks flying.
He also heard some whimpering mixed with the sound of burning paper money.
Qi Yuan was surprised: "Dirty things came to my house?"
Qi Qi stood beside Qi Yuan, her eyes like magic knives looking towards the underworld.
"Why is Fang Xiaoxiao causing trouble here!"
The majesty and mystery of the earthly emperor who followed Chengtian's example swept over him at this moment.
The underworld in the scroll of mountains and seas is turbulent and cleansing at this moment.
Even those dirty things seemed to realize the power of Hou Tu at this moment and what he represented.
"...ka...please..."
These dirty things stopped talking nonsense and just turned into a voice, seeming to want to communicate with Qi Yuan and Qi Qi.
However, maybe it was due to time or space, so I couldn't hear it at all.
Qi Yuan looked calm and said with helplessness in his voice: "It seems that I have to be a Chinese teacher for a while."
With his voice, his clothes changed, and gold-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of his nose.
Behind him, a blackboard appeared, and a piece of chalk appeared in his hand.
"Little dirty things, come and say to me, a, o, e..."
The story of Shanhaisheji continues, and there are more and more dirty things. Qi Yuanze plays the role of a qualified Chinese teacher.
But halfway through the lesson, he felt a little guilty.
He does not have a teaching qualification certificate, is this illegal teaching?
But when I think about it, he has a mental illness card, so it's not a big problem.
Continuous mountains continue to appear, the rivers of the underworld are also flowing, the eighteen levels of hell, and the Emperor's Palace are also being uprooted one by one.
The strange painter's body is trembling and shivering. She has been writing for forty-four days, and the underworld is almost complete.
At this time, Qi Yuan put down the chalk and raised his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand.
When he spoke, his voice was like a command, majestic and sacred, and must not be listened to.
"Little dirty things, have you learned the lesson? Now can you tell me why you came to my house as a guest?"
It's a pity that Qi Yuan can't see them, otherwise he would have to charge them for accommodation.
Following Qi Yuan's voice, the underworld became silent for a while, and Qi Yuan no longer heard those inexplicable sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
But in the underworld, there seemed to be a white figure, twisted and illusory, not like substance.
But it can be seen that the white figure seems to be bowing to Qi Yuan.
The murmuring sound also came to mind at this moment.
"No...soul, borrow...and return..."
Saying these words seems to have permanently strengthened the white figure's body.
All those dirty things became illusory at this moment, pouring into the white figure.
Finally, it condensed into a stone tablet.
I saw the word "death" engraved on the stone tablet.
There are various strange auras on the stone tablet, mysterious and unknown, as if it contains the truth of death.
[The Monument of the Dead seems to come from another world.]
Qi Yuan's eyes were finally able to see useful information.
"So... the Gate of Wanshu is the door that escapes from my home, and the Monument of the Dead is also the monument that escapes from my home?
Where is my well? Who took it away?"
Qi Yuan scanned for a week, but saw nothing. He was a little disappointed.
But at this moment, the overall structure of the underworld was also outlined by the strange painter.
What is missing are details and sacredness.
The sanctity and legal principles need to be given by Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan looked at the strange painter, the trembling strange painter, but his eyes were full of energy at this time.
Obviously, she was very satisfied with this painting.
At this time, in the underworld, Qi Yuan's vast voice sounded again, like the sound of the great road.
"The ghost domain is formed, and the mountains and rivers are formed."
The mountains and rivers transformed by ghosts in the center seem to have imprints falling on them along with the sound of fortification.
Every mountain turns into a ghost mountain.
"The Eastern Ghost Emperor Yu Lei, Shen Tu, governs Taozhi Mountain, the Gate of Ghosts."
"The Ghost Emperor of the South rules Luofu Mountain and leads the Qiang barbarian ghosts."
"The Ghost Emperor of the West governs Panzhong Mountain."
"The Ghost Emperor of the North governs Luofeng Mountain."
"The Chinese Ghost Emperor governs Baodu Mountain and controls the Chinese ghosts!"
Following Qi Yuan's figure, Yu Lei Shen Tu and other five ghost emperors appeared one after another.
Their bodies were majestic and awe-inspiring, and they bowed to Qi Yuanzuo.
"I will obey the orders of the Heavenly Lord!"
The ghost emperors of the five directions turned into five streams of light and went towards the ghosts.
Qi Yuan did not stop, his voice was solemn and vast.
"Naihe is a bridge, Wangchuan is a river, Wangxiang is a platform!"
"Eighteen levels of prison, all become hell!"
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"In the Emperor's Palace, Yin and Yang are judged and reincarnation is judged!"
"The ten palaces of Yama will all return to their places!"
"The Emperor Yin lives in the Emperor's Palace."
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"Ksitigarbha, go to hell!"
"Chengtian follows the example of the Earth Emperor and masters reincarnation!"
Following Qi Yuan's voice, the divine infants appeared one by one and transformed into Yin officials one by one!
They bowed their heads to the Heavenly Lord and turned into streams of light and entered the underworld.
Qi Qi's consciousness seemed to fit into the underworld, and reincarnation became a part of her.
The underworld, which was originally empty and like a dead thing, was filled with powerful auras dormant at this moment.
Gloomy, dead silence, fire and heat, decay and loneliness...
The strange painter looked at this scene with excitement in his eyes.
At this time, Qi Yuan's eyes fell on a "stage".
This platform is not a Wangxiang Platform, but a Leading Platform.
When he was in Wangyue Continent, he thought about reviving the Five Elements and the Five Ancestors.
The reception platform is the place of recovery.
"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."
Obviously, the underworld is complete, but it cannot function.
It is not possible to attract the souls of the dead now.
In other words, the death was too thorough.
"But..."
At this moment, Qi Yuan looked towards the Wanshu Gate.
"Gate to the underworld, return to its place!"
Following his voice, the original Wanshu Gate trembled at this moment, and endless changes happened to it instantly.
The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons…The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons…The Gate of Perfect Principle…The Gate of Ten Thousand Spirits…The Gate of Ten Thousand Opportunities!
In the end, it turned into the gate of the underworld!
It is dense and snow-white, as if there is a flow of yin and yang, as if it is leading to an endless hell.
Countless principles, countless information, countless unknowns, and countless unknowables, at this moment passed through the gate of the underworld and entered Qiyuan's underworld.
Indescribable changes took place at this moment.
It became the front door of Qi Yuan's family.
"Ning... Zifu!"
At this moment, Qi Yuan suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed hard at the underworld.
At the same time, the originally collected first qi of immortality, purple qi, was also swayed at this moment, falling in front of the gate of the underworld.
"Purple is purple energy!"
"The government is the underworld!"
"This is my Zifu!"
Following Qi Yuan's loud shout.
Inside his body, two original magical powers were constantly trembling.
The blood-red demon sword flew into the eighteen levels of hell at this moment and turned into a demon prison.
The forgetfulness of the Great Forgetfulness of the Heart Sutra is like melting into Meng Po Tang and hiding in the Wangchuan River.
The purple air is fluttering and full of vitality, just like the purple of the fairyland.
The wind is blowing, the darkness is terrifying, like a house in the kingdom of the dead.
At this point, Zifu is complete!
Qi Yuan's eyes fell on the reception platform again.
Perhaps because he trained the Underworld into the Purple Mansion, there was a hint of darkness in the depths of his eyes.
He looked at the reception desk and seemed to understand something.
“Yin and Yang work together, life and death are in balance.
Therefore, if you want to resurrect the dead, you need to wipe out the living."
But this kind of erasure is different from killing.
"So, now it can only be regarded as a small underworld, and not everyone can be welcomed.
Alas, Five Elements and Five Patriarchs, it seems you will have to lie down for a while again."
Qi Yuan was helpless.
This hell is currently much worse than he imagined.
For example, he is going to Blue Star now, and it will take him a while to mark all the creatures on Blue Star.
Then, kill everyone in Blue Star.
Everyone on Blue Star will become dead souls, enter his underworld, and work for him for free.
If he wanted to, he could also reincarnate the people of Blue Star.
But...the underworld has no control over those who have not been marked with the mark of the underworld.
For example, he could not lead the Five Elements and Five Patriarchs, as well as Zhang Sheng and Chen Jiao from Wugui City.
Therefore, this underworld is a small underworld.
It would be great if it were the Great Underworld. Just write down the person from Taihuang Palace as dead on the life and death book. Wouldn't he be directly invincible?
Of course, this is just a thought.
Qi Yuan looked at his Zifu.
Well, the door is filled with purple aura, which is the best aura in the immortal world.
Even the Yang God Tianzun covets purple energy.
Seeing this purple energy, many Yang Shen Tianzun will definitely be moved.
"But, this Gate of the Underworld...is a bit strange. The Gate of Ten Thousand Souls has turned into the form of the Gate of Perfection!" Qi Yuan shouted.
This gate of ten thousand things seems to be able to hear people's words, and it really turns into the gate of truth.
There seems to be countless truths circulating on it, and ordinary people will sink just by taking a look at it.
Yang Shen Tianzun took one look at it and wished he could rush in directly and understand the truth.
After all, it is difficult to understand the truth.
The door to the truth is to put the truth in front of you and understand it.
No matter how poor your understanding is, you can always come up with something in a million years, right?
If it really doesn't work, just stay at the gate of the Supreme Principle and realize it for endless years, and then you will be invincible when you go out.
"I was a little moved after seeing it and wanted to go in."
Qi Yuan sighed.
In fact, he also had an idea in his mind. Should he go to the Gate of Perfect Principle and spend hundreds or tens of thousands of years to realize that the Great Principle would appear?
But after thinking about it, I decided to forget it.
The Gate of Perfection is the number one rare treasure of creation for other Yang Shen Tianzuns.
As long as you get it and have enough time, you will achieve great truth.
But for Qi Yuan, it was a waste of time.
If you have this time to understand, you might as well play games to make breakthroughs.
Moreover, he couldn't waste any more time.
The atmosphere of cultivating immortals in the upper realm was so corrupted that he had to go up to purify the atmosphere.
However, the Gate of Perfection still has many functions for him.
First, to isolate the mark of the Great Tribulation; second, to simply understand and see if you can observe the shortcomings of other great principles.
The only thing that needs to be paid attention to is that the news about the gate of truth cannot be exposed.
Otherwise, Qi Yuan may be hated by all the Yang Gods in the Great Realm.
After all, all the best principles are recorded in the Gate of Perfect Principles.
"I finally achieved the Purple Mansion. The improvement in strength...is not bad."
"This time, the superpower is actually...mouth?"
"It's actually connected to the ears!"
"This super power comes a little late!"
"Why do I feel so useless?"
This time, his awakened talent is that when his ears hear some gibbering, he can activate his talent and actively talk to that person, but due to space, there may be a certain distortion.
Also, when it is not connected to the ears, when he activates his talent, the voice he speaks can be randomly transmitted to an entity.
"Has the reply been read?"
"Tree hole?"
"Am I the little trumpet of the heavens?"
Thinking this, Qi Yuan immediately tried it.
The brow of the right eye does not twitch.
"I'm so poor, kindhearted person, someone can lend me some money!"
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