"It's a pity that what I can do is limited. There are so many wild ghosts, even if all my spiritual veins are exhausted, it won't be enough..."
Since the end of the Middle Ages, when the ancestral dragon of the previous dynasty swept away Liuhe, and later when Dayu was established, the order of the Underworld and the Yin Division has been like this for hundreds of years.
I don’t know whether there are tens of millions, hundreds of millions or how many wild ghosts accumulated.
At this point, it can be said that it is difficult to return.
No matter it is the gods in the sky, the emperor on earth, or the ghosts and gods in the underworld, no one can do anything about it!
The next moment, the light went out, as if a beam of light shot straight into the sky.
The blessed land disappeared, and the dark ghost realm formed by countless wild ghosts swallowed everything. However, there was no trace of the blessed land, let alone the aura!
Countless wild ghosts refused to disperse, killing and devouring each other and robbing each other of the remaining spiritual food.
In the end, most of the wild ghosts dispersed, but there were still a small number of wild ghosts who were unwilling to give up and wandered around, looking forward to the blessed land appearing again.
But, where will this blessed land appear again?
Even if this blessed land, Lingshan Mountain, reappears, how can it still be projected here?
After all, although the magical weapon of the ghost fairy's spiritual pond can be projected into the underworld and turned into a blessed land and a spiritual mountain, it can also be put away at any time.
After all, once the spiritual pool is completed and the magic weapon is planted, the entire spiritual vein is under the control of the ghost immortal master. This is different from the Shinto and ghost ways!
Of course, if the real ghost immortal abandons his physical body, his soul and the spiritual weapon are completely integrated, forming a permanent blessed land in the underworld, he can also become the lord of the land in the underworld, free and easy.
If you don't encounter disaster or danger, you can even live in the underworld for thousands of years...
It's just that the human world is also a cycle of rise and fall and a catastrophe for three hundred years.
Not to mention the mere underworld!
Almost all the ghosts and immortals who chose this path were turned into ashes in such disasters.
What Tao Xiaowu had just seen with his own eyes made him feel more and more in danger.
I feel the crisis is approaching more and more!
"If the Confucian sect cannot succeed in this reform, it is estimated that a catastrophe will break out soon.
The question is, even if Confucianism succeeds in reforming the law, will it be able to change the current situation in Hades?"
In Tao Xiaowu's view, to change the situation in Hades, we must abolish the land complaint and land purchase certificates.
The land complaint is nothing more than a land complaint, the land purchase certificate must be abolished!
Only wealthy people who can afford land in Yinsi are eligible to enter the ghost city of Yinsi and enjoy shelter.
And those who have no money cannot afford to buy land certificates, so they can only turn into wild ghosts and wander around the underworld...
This is too dangerous!
Over hundreds of years, I don’t know how many wild ghosts have accumulated. Once it breaks out, who will know what will happen?
A sense of urgency arose, and Tao Xiaowu thought, it seems I should step up my practice and strengthen myself.
Well, first of all, we should drive away the mountains and dragons, and transfer the Mandong ground line and the five hundred ancient Xi ghost soldiers to Linggu!
Tao Xiaowu thought so!
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There was a light snowfall in Linggu, and it had stopped before it turned the ground white.
The climate in Shiwan Hengduan Mountain is warm and humid, and it rarely snows even in winter.
And this is just outside the Shiwan Hengduan Mountains. It is said that deep in the mountains, even in the south, the climate is hot and spring-like all year round.
Tao Xiaowu had returned from Heidong at this time and returned to Linggu.
As for the French wine, Tao Xiaowu had already sent the Heidong people to Guimang Mountain...
Of course he couldn't run again by himself!
Since returning to Linggu, Tao Xiaowu has begun to concentrate on practicing in seclusion, without being disturbed by worldly matters.
The four-spirited amulet has been drained of the spiritual energy from all directions, and now it has completely lost its spiritual energy.
Tao Xiaowu could only gather the Qi from the five directions to practice the Taiqing Five Spirit Thunder Technique.
But tonight, Tao Xiaowu set up the altar not to practice the Taiqing Five Spirit Thunder Dharma.
Instead, he wanted to use the method of driving mountains and driving dragons to lead the earthly spiritual realm of Wudong, a barbarian shaman occupied by Tao Xiaowu.
At this time, although the two places were not far apart, the straight-line distance was within thirty miles at most.
However, you must know that deep in this kind of mountain, there are high mountains and ridges everywhere. If you take a detour, you may be hundreds of miles away.
However, even if the two places are only thirty miles apart, it is not an easy task to transfer the earth's veins.
It might even cause a huge commotion!
However, it would not be possible without transferring the context of that spiritual realm.
You know, Tao Xiaowu's five hundred ancient ghost soldiers are stationed there.
In the spiritual valley, all the spiritual energy gathers in the spiritual pool, nourishing the Qiong tree.
You can't worship so many powerful Yin soldiers!
And since those spiritual realms are so far apart, it is very inconvenient to dispatch these Yin soldiers.
Last time Linggu was besieged by a group of wild ghosts, there was no time to summon the five hundred ancient Xiyin soldiers to help.
Even last time, if Tao Xiaowu had been guarded by five hundred ancient Xi ghost soldiers on his way to Luotong Barbarian Witch, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed even if he was besieged by those underground demons!
In short, these five hundred elite Gu Xi ghost soldiers are definitely a great help. Tao Xiaowu has to move them to his side before he can feel at ease.
Not to mention anything else, just the fact that the leader of the five hundred ancient ghost soldiers is a military prince-level ghost is already worth it!
According to the military system of Dayu, the number of military princes commanding an army of two hundred is the largest permanent establishment, and the number of officials is equivalent to two hundred shi.
You know, the magistrate of a county with ten thousand people is only a thousand stones.
The county magistrate of a small county with less than 10,000 people, according to the number of people, only has about 400 dan!
In short, Junhou is already an intermediate-level officer.
The formation of the ghost soldiers of the Yin Division is all divided according to the strength of the human world, and even the ghosts of the underworld...
In fact, even Tao Xiaowu's current strength, if not counting Qiongshu Lingchi, is only equivalent to the level of Ghost Army Marquis!
In other words, the leader of the ghost soldiers of the ancient Xi Kingdom was a ghost god who was no weaker than Tao Xiaowu.
How can it be possible that such a powerful existence has been put aside and unused?
"I have the witch seal in hand, and combined with the method of driving mountains and driving dragons, it will be a simple matter to transfer the spiritual realm!"
Saying this, the witch seal moved, and the spiritual pool appeared, turning into a grassland about ten feet in radius, very flat, with only a qiong tree about half a meter high growing.
However, when this blessed land sank into the depths of the underworld, it turned into a huge mountain in the blink of an eye, a huge mountain within a radius of several miles!
"The area of this blessed land seems to have expanded again!"
As Tao Xiaowu said this, his soul also fell into the mountains that this blessed land evolved into.
At the same time, twenty or thirty miles away, the nameless mountain peak that was originally the cave of a barbarian shaman suddenly began to shake, as if an earthquake had occurred.
Countless birds flew up in fright, and many wild beasts sensed danger and fled down the mountain in panic.
Amidst the rumbling sound, the entire mountain seemed to be about to collapse. Big rocks kept rolling down, and the sound echoed in the mountain and spread dozens of miles away.