Chapter 733 Money can make ghosts grind the mill, six-tailed white fox and white
As time went by, the environment here began to change. It was dark and gloomy, and slowly there was a hint of skylight. The scattered buildings seemed to have reversed time. They first appeared as ruins out of thin air, and then quickly became complete.
bright.
The uneven black dirt roads slowly turned into compacted loess avenues, and finally turned into solid rocks.
More and more ghosts of all kinds appeared. Even among the densely packed ghosts, only a handful of them pounced on him. Most of them were still climbing up the huge Netherworld tree, which was as big as a mountain.
Even large-scale destructive group attacks and the purest destructive power could not destroy these ghosts, so Qin Yang gave up conventional methods.
He took out the dusty Fengdu Ling and hung it around his neck. A trace of cold breath circulated, and Qin Yang's suppressed strength instantly returned to normal.
An indescribable and unique aura circulated in Fengdu Ling.
Qin Yang is actually not sure what this token is and who it belongs to. He only infers that the token should belong to an ancient person by bringing it with him and being able to carry it on the territory of the ancient underworld without being suppressed by heaven and earth.
Civil servants in the prefecture, and they are probably not at the lowest level.
Feeling Fengdu Ling's aura, the ghosts that seemed to have lost their minds and kept coming at them stopped.
As he expected, these ghosts would instinctively fear public officials.
But immediately afterwards, Qin Yang's expression became a little bad.
He felt that he had overlooked a very important issue.
quantity.
The number is simply too much.
When ghosts within a certain range of him feel Fengdu Ling's aura, they will stop or even take the initiative to retreat.
But the reality is that those guys can't retreat even if they want to.
The ghosts that are constantly coming from behind will push the ones in front to rush forward. The ghosts that cover the sky and the sun are slowly stacked up, one by one stepping on each other and rushing forward.
Qin Yang also saw a ghost. After approaching him, it screamed in terror, but was squeezed by other ghosts around him. Its feet were dangling in the air, and its body was getting closer to Qin Yang little by little.
With a melancholy look on his face, Qin Yang took out a round light suit and put it on himself. Two layers of round light bloomed behind his head, and the endless roars of ghosts and the torrent of malice began to be partially contained.
But it's still of no use.
Qin Yang thought about what to do next.
There are actually quite a few methods that you can try, but the problem is that they are all uncertain.
For example, the Black Jade Divine Gate.
Before he opened the Black Jade Divine Gate back then, he was actually ready to find ways to destroy the Black Jade Divine Gate and start over.
So at that time, no matter what happened, he didn't have to care.
For example, enter the ghost gate of the Black Jade God Gate.
But after pushing open the Black Jade Divine Gate, he didn't see a single ghost. He didn't know if the ghosts who entered the Black Jade Divine Gate at that time and the ghosts who entered the Black Jade Divine Gate now had entered the same place.
What if you directly enter his Taoist palace?
No matter what, it is his Dao Palace, where his foundation lies. If you allow other creatures to enter your Dao Palace, unless you completely trust them, it is simply seeking death for nothing.
However, even if you don't put it in, you can still try it as a brick. What if the black jade gate can completely kill these ghosts?
The surrounding ghosts have piled up to form a hill, some are retreating, and some are still swarming forward, and the distance from him is getting closer and closer.
As soon as he thought, a thousand-foot-high black jade divine gate fell from the sky, smashing a bunch of ghosts into ashes on the spot. Qin Yang stared at the black jade divine gate. The Yinglong relief on it was motionless, and the black jade divine gate itself did not absorb anything.
thing.
But in an instant, the smashed ghosts reappeared in mid-air.
Qin Yang could also feel that several powerful ghosts had changed their direction and turned their attention towards him.
With a thought, Qin Yang took back the black jade divine door, held it in his palm, then grabbed a ghost and threw it in while the black jade divine door was opening.
After a moment of sensing, sure enough, the ghost did not disappear at all, but appeared in the Taoist palace.
Qin Yang pulled it out again, threw it outside, and then put the black jade gate back into his body.
Now I finally understand.
Why is it that there are several places that can be entered in this fragment of the ancient underworld, and there are no obstacles? Why are there so few people who come out alive after entering?
This can be explained by real reflections.
But why is it that there are records about the Nether Spirit Sacred Tree, but no one has taken the opportunity to collect some Nether Spirit Sacred Tree.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t.
He can already feel that the space here has changed, and it is a change brought about by transformation. The space here is no longer twisting all the time. If he dares to merge into the void rashly at this moment, he might be thrown into the void in an instant without anyone knowing.
The place.
It's probably impossible to go back the way we came.
Fighting all the way back is definitely not feasible.
If this continues, either he will be trapped to death or he will be exhausted to death.
Qin Yang fell into deep thought. Since someone could leave records back then, someone must have left alive. How did the other party do it?
It’s not like people back then would turn around and leave immediately after seeing the Netherworld Divine Tree in the distance before any changes occurred, right?
According to records, people who have walked here have traveled far more than just getting here.
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the ghosts, and the aura of a big ghost began to approach here.
The puppet master on the side looked ahead expressionlessly and suddenly spoke.
"If more and more powerful people come, I will have no choice but to protect myself from death. At that time, unless you want to be trapped here forever, I will not be able to take you out."
A big ghost, several feet tall and wearing a long robe, approached. He was holding an old bronze bell, stretched out his skinny fingers and struck it, and a crisp bell rang out.
The ripples visible to the naked eye spread. Wherever they passed, all the ghosts blocking the road immediately shook their heads and got out of the way. The puppet master's eyes also became distracted, and he stood there like a statue.
The round light suit behind Qin Yang's head flashed violently, then shattered and dissipated with a pop, and the body of the round light suit also turned into powder.
Qin Yang's head sank, his thoughts slowed down a lot, and he felt as if he was about to fall asleep.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, he activated the Si Zi Jue, and his dazed thoughts immediately returned to normal, and his thinking began to accelerate to the extreme. Countless information around him gathered into a torrent and was transmitted to his head, where he processed it immediately.
Blinking his eyes, he cast his pupil technique. When he looked at it again, the densely packed ghosts seemed to have become transparent. After all the auras escaping from each ghost were removed, only one kind remained.
.
After processing this information, it turned into a concrete image that he could see in his eyes.
Thin lines extend from the heads of countless ghosts, all the way into the mist of the sky.
This may be the key to why these guys never die.
After realizing the key, Qin Yang immediately gave up the idea of using the magic sword and summoned the black sword in his consciousness.
Looking at the Nether Spirit Sacred Tree stuck diagonally on the ground, Qin Yang thought of the records he saw and suddenly understood something.
There was no retreat here, he could only move forward.
Moreover, after he peeled off all external things, he unexpectedly discovered that the thin line extending from the ghost's head to the sky, the aura was partially similar to the mysterious aura on the banknote.
Ever since, the thoughts that flashed through his mind quickly settled on a bold idea.
After dispersing the Si Zi Jue, Qin Yang was silent for a moment, took out a silver note, and with a flick of his wrist, the silver note was packed with power and instantly penetrated dozens of ghosts.
At the moment when dozens of ghosts were wiped out, Qin Yang immediately looked up, but he saw that the thin line was still there, and the killed ghosts were instantly resurrected.
This is a bit embarrassing...
Qin Yang laughed dryly, thinking that he had a lot of imagination.
If you can't kill them with any other method, then you can use banknotes to kill these ghosts.
However, the ghosts were not completely eliminated, but those ghosts acted as if they were crazy. They used an even crazier and more fearless attitude to start frantically fighting for the bank note, which was only one or two face value.
Qin Yang's heart moved, and he took out a stack of banknotes with a face value of one or two. With a flick of his wrist, the banknotes scattered all over the sky, flying towards both sides with great force.
Sure enough, the ghosts rushing in from all directions immediately changed their direction and began to compete for those one or two face value banknotes.
Among the densely packed ghosts that formed a mountain and blocked the sky, an empty avenue suddenly appeared.
"Ha..." Qin Yang was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry. Looking at the situation in front of him, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
When I made a deal with the man in black robe who held the umbrella before, I really felt that there was nothing to exchange for it. If I rented the land, he couldn't take it with me, and it would be useless to dig it out and take it away.
He actually wanted to hold the oil-paper umbrella belonging to the man in black robe, but it seemed that it was someone who was eating, and he was just seeking death by making this request.
In the end, there was really no choice, so I chose a banknote.
Banknotes are still of some use here.
Who would have thought that this effect is somewhat unexpected.
Qin Yang put away the puppet master who was still in a daze and stepped forward. When he turned his hand, a pile of banknotes appeared. He threw it to the left. The scattered banknotes flew away with great force.
, and then took out a stack of banknotes and sprinkled them to the right.
Looking from a distance, it seems that as Qin Yang advances, the mountains in front of him are actively splitting open to make way for him.
After scattering one or two banknotes of face value for a while, the ghosts he encountered became stronger and stronger, so Qin Yang took out another hundred taels and continued to scatter coins.
This time, it was smooth sailing and passed through the ghost crowd easily.
When he met the big ghost carrying a bronze bell in front of him, Qin Yang directly threw a pile of one hundred taels of silver notes at him.
The big ghost stood there expressionlessly, but his other hand grabbed the falling banknote as if out of control.
But his body still stood there motionless.
Without thinking, Qin Yang continued to take out a wad of 10,000 taels of banknotes and threw them to the other party.
"Is it enough?"
The big ghost holding a bronze bell in one hand grabbed the bank note with an expressionless face, swayed, and stepped aside. In the middle, he also trampled to death a kid who had grabbed a one-tael banknote, and snatched the other person's hand.
Banknote.
Qin Yang threw the coins away happily. He really didn't care about these banknotes. There was no place to use them outside, so they could be used here.
But here, all you can buy is some poisonous cabbage.
I have hundreds of millions of local banknotes in my hand, but they are in a place where I can’t spend them. Moreover, I can’t exchange them for outside money outside.
Then there is nothing to feel sad about.
Something is valuable if it can serve a purpose.
This is what makes Qin Yang happy. At least the gains from the transaction are much greater than expected.
I walked past with banknotes scattered all the way. The only ones that were rubbish were one or two banknotes. There were not many of smaller denominations. I kept them to buy poisonous cabbage later.
When you meet a strong person, throw a hundred taels of money at you; when you meet a big ghost, throw a 10,000-tael bill at him. No matter whether the other person's expression and attitude are polite or not, his body is always very polite.
After scattering all the way under the Netherworld Divine Tree, Qin Yang continued to scatter the banknotes and walked up. The higher he went, the more big ghosts he met. Not far after walking up, he even saw a big ghost whose aura definitely had the peak of Dharmakaya.
Qin Yang politely took out a dozen wads of 10,000 taels of banknotes and threw them to the other party.
"I'm inviting you to have a drink with me. I'm pressed for time. Can you please make way for me?"
This big ghost seemed to have some intelligence. After getting the banknote, he showed a satisfied smile and gave Qin Yang a thumbs up gesture.
"The officials in Fengdu are really particular!"
The big ghost got out of the way, and with a wave of his hand, a rolling black wave rolled up against the Nether Spirit Tree. Wherever it passed, the weak ghosts were directly wiped out, while the stronger ones were also swept away.
He fell from the Nether Spirit Sacred Tree.
In the blink of an eye, all the ghosts disappeared.
Qin Yang's eyes lit up and he raised his hands.
"Thank you very much."
After saying that, he stuffed a few more wads of banknotes into his hand.
"Be particular about it! This is to invite my eldest brother to tea."
The big ghost didn't take the money this time, shook his head, and pushed the banknote back.
"Can you please help me find someone to ask when I get to Fengdu? I have violated the iron laws of the underworld. I have accepted the soul arrest and punishment, but I have been imprisoned for a long time. How will I be sentenced? Life or death?
Just give me a few words."
Listening to the meaning of these words, this guy didn't even know that the ancient underworld had been destroyed...
Qin Yang didn't dare to say what if this guy heard about this and went crazy. At least he was easy to talk to now.
After all, who knows if the banknotes issued by the ancient underworld are still useful after the ancient underworld is destroyed, in case the value of these ghosts is gone...
OK.
Therefore, Qin Yang agreed without much thought.
"Okay, if I get to Fengdu, I will help you find someone to ask."
"My name is Wang Wang, and my courtesy name is Wangwang, from the human race. I remember it, little brother." The big ghost was afraid that Qin Yang wouldn't remember it, so he wrote it down.
"I remember."
Saying goodbye to Wang Wangwang, Qin Yang continued walking up the Netherworld Sacred Tree.
As I walked, after crossing the boundary between the earth below and the real reflection above, I immediately felt that the Fengdu Ling hanging around my neck flickered slightly, and the direction of gravity here was immediately reversed.
Qin Yang swayed and walked around to the other side of the sacred tree.
Standing here, looking up again, he saw countless ghosts on the ground above his head, still gathering into a torrent, constantly rushing towards the sacred tree. After climbing to the fault at the top of the sacred tree, he saw those ghosts in his field of vision.
, waving his hands, as if trying to grasp the earth below.
However, their bodies were torn apart by invisible forces, flew into the sky, and fell back into the earth above.
Qin Yang looked down, and a strange feeling slowly came to his heart.
It seemed that the ground under his feet, which was originally a real reflection, seemed to be real, and the place above his head, where he had been before, was actually a reflection.
After this thought emerged, I looked up again and saw that all the ghosts had disappeared, and it was still the deserted and dead land.
Between the upper and lower pieces of land, there was suddenly a transparent boundary that could be seen.
Like a mirror.
The huge Nether Spirit Tree under your feet is the only path that runs through the inside and outside of the mirror.
Qin Yang's head was full of questions, what's going on?
The real reflection actually exists, and what he thinks really exists is actually a reflection?
In other words, after entering here from the outside, what you enter is actually just the world of reflection.
Qin Yang touched the Fengdu Ling hanging on his chest. There was a faint halo flowing on this token.
After pondering, he temporarily put aside these thoughts and got down to business. He did not forget what his main goal was this time.
Qin Yang found a crack, got in, placed his hands on the wood inside the sacred tree, and began to try to absorb the power within it.
Use the power of the Nether Spirit Divine Tree to promote the advancement of the Wood Spirit's body.
Time began to pass little by little.
…
The black six-tailed white fox was running across the desolate and silent land, its eyes were alert, its head was raised, and its nose was sniffing, as if it was catching some trace.
It moved forward all the way, and the route was exactly the route Qin Yang had taken before, except that this route was the route away from here.
When it came all the way to the entrance and rushed over happily, its figure suddenly changed direction and rushed in from the outside.
After trying several times in a row, the six-tailed white fox became confused.
It can obviously go out, but why can't it?
He continued to test without giving up. One day later, the six-tailed white fox lay on the ground, completely desperate. It was trapped and died here.
After a few days of experimenting with various methods but to no avail, the six-tailed white fox lowered its tail and turned towards the town where it had been.
It has no choice but to go there and let the man in black robe collect it again and wait to give it to Qin Yang again. It still has a little chance of survival, otherwise, it will be trapped to death.
…
In the small town, Bai Lin squatted on the street and drew a horizontal line on the ground to represent that another day had passed.
He took the one or two silver notes he had exchanged for his soul power and walked towards the honest uncle selling vegetables.
"Uncle, I have something to ask you."
"What's the matter?"
"If you see me dead one day, can you find a wasteland for me and bury me?" Bai Lin handed over a couple of silver notes with a sincere look on his face.