The Taoist robes hunted like a golden roc spreading its wings, and its mighty breath was as straight as the Tianhe River, echoing on the city walls, attracting the attention of countless people.
"come kill me?"
In the wind and snow, Nie Longtian chuckled, his words resounding like gold and iron:
"You have only been promoted to the throne for a few months, so you dare to make such wild remarks?"
As the earth trembled and the mountains shook, Nie Longtian stepped like thunder, and the strong wind rose up to ten feet. With strong force in his five fingers, he came out of his palm to subdue the dragon, which traveled hundreds of feet, and the dragon's roar vibrated.
"I'm going to wake you up!"
boom!
In an instant, the sky lights up and disappears, as if an ancient true dragon rises in anger and engages in a fierce battle with the roc in the sky.
Earth-shattering roars resounded throughout the city.
In an instant, the two collided several times. At one moment, Taoist Lin rolled up his sleeves and landed on the flagpole, and he heard roars coming from the dust in the sky.
"How can you break my anode golden body?!"
Nie Longtian looked shocked, and great absurdity arose in his heart.
It is said that martial arts are not supernatural powers, and one cannot become an immortal on the ground. How could he be defeated by the martial arts saint thirty years earlier and still be at a disadvantage?
"How can your anode golden body compare to the 'indestructible golden body' passed down by my master?"
Amidst the laughter, Taoist Lin shook his clothes and the sound spread for dozens of miles:
"More than a year ago, you came to Pindao and let your dog bark wildly. Today, Pindao will beat you into a dog!"
"Arrogant!"
Nie Longtian was furious, stepped up to heaven again, and forced the Dragon Subduing Divine Palm.
boom!
boom!
The air wave exploded sharply, shaking the whole city.
Somewhere in the government office, watching this scene, You Changfeng felt a sense of expectation in his heart for some reason.
If we kill him, we won’t have to collect food...
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…
The red sun rises in the east, and the heavy snow stops.
Yanzhou Chengzhou Yamen.
Tired for many days, Qin Si fell into a deep sleep. Yang Yu closed the door, sat cross-legged next to the bed, and slowly fell into meditation.
There was a great disaster, and the plague was no less terrifying than a natural disaster. Even with the help of Qin Si's magical power, he felt that he was mentally and physically drained.
After adjusting the breath for a long time and dispelling the fatigue, I entered the cauldron of gluttony.
In the past few months, he had refined the 'Five Zang Temple Recipe' twice. However, the tombkeeper watched too closely, and no matter what he did, he would never be able to touch the ginseng fruit again.
"Qingfeng, bright moon..."
Looking at the recipe floating in the dim light, Yang Yu thought for a while. He still had a ginseng fruit in his hand, and his life span had already been replenished, but he was unable to do anything to the tombkeeper, so it was difficult to make the trip to the third node.
For the time being, I suppressed my desire to thoroughly refine this recipe and looked at my newly obtained ingredients.
No hesitation.
"Refining, ingredients: cow head abong skin."
Buzz~
The dim light is like the tide, and the light and shadow are like water.
It seemed that in less than a thousandth of a second, another world had already changed before my eyes.
The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the autumn air is crisp.
This is an ancient city with doors on eight sides and a square shape. Its size is the size of a normal city, but the difference is that this city is located on the top of the mountains.
To be precise, the top of the mountain.
"This city..."
In the past few years, Yang Yu has paid great attention to the collection of myths and legends. With a recipe, many ingredients and recipes in hand, he has gained a lot.
But after thinking about it for a while, I still couldn't figure out what kind of city this was.
"Ghost town?"
Yang Yu thought deeply and stepped into this illusion.
Buzz!
As soon as he took one step forward, Yang Yu noticed something strange.
This is not the first time that he has obtained ingredients and recipes from ancient times, nor is it the first time that he has stepped into a fantasy world before ancient times. However, this time is different from any other time.
The spiritual energy in this illusion is only one or two lines thinner than in the real world...
"With such an illusion, it's no wonder that Ah Pong failed in his promotion..."
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.
He actually gained a lot from the environment of Wanshou Mountain. Not to mention other things, the dialogue between the two ancient gods behind the picture of Blue Water and Cold Pond alone is of immeasurable value.
Although, they are just communicating with each other, not leaving anything behind.
But what he gained was already quite a lot.
For example, in the final catastrophe, when the sky collapses, the tallest people will die first...
According to what Lu Sheng said, the way of heaven collapsed, and all the gods and Buddhas, as well as the immortals, cut down their ranks and tried to become "short" themselves.
And this cow obviously doesn't understand anything. Everyone kills themselves. He still wants to get ahead, so it's no wonder he failed...
While thinking about it, Yang Yu walked into this ancient city on the top of a mountain.
Different from the recipe, he in the illusion of ingredients is like a lonely soul. Apart from the cow head, it is impossible to perceive this illusion from anyone's perspective.
The ancient city is surprisingly lively.
The wide street is full of vendors and pedestrians. There are also teahouses, taverns, and workshops on both sides of the street, and there is no shortage of people.
Those who carry loads, those who set up stalls, those who deliver goods, those who purchase supplies, those who apply rouge and gouache...
As far as the eye can see, there is a bustle of people, which is a bit more lively than Yanzhou City. Moreover, the mental outlook of the people here is completely different from that of the outside world. Everyone is full of energy and holds their heads high.
It has an atmosphere that can only be found in the capital of a great country in its prosperous times.
"interesting……"
Yang Yu's eyes flickered and he was amazed.
While walking along the road, the items displayed by various vendors may be different from the outside world, but you can generally tell their uses.
but……
In front of a bookstall, someone was buying books. Yang Yu's sharp eyes saw that many of these books had real handwriting, but many more were very blurry.
When~
When~
Suddenly, the bells rang in the city.
Yang Yu's heart moved, and he saw that as the bell rang nine times, people of all kinds in the streets and alleys stopped what they were doing and looked at the tallest building in the city, with grief on their faces.
Some people cried softly, some sighed, and some shouted loudly.
This is a kind of Taoist text from ancient times. However, the dialect has been used in all dynasties. Before ancient times, it was even more distorted. Yang Yu recognized it after identifying it for a long time.
"king!"
The word they call the most is king, or to be precise, ghost king.
This ancient city located on the top of the mountains is a ghost town filled with ghosts and ghosts!
boom!
After nine bells, a roar broke the brief silence.
Yang Yu could see clearly that with the strong wind howling, a figure appeared on the top of the tallest building in the city.
It was a very old man with gray hair on his temples, wearing a long gown. He looked up to the sky and roared, which was the most ancient and orthodox Taoist text:
"Ah Pong!"
Rumble!
Earth-shattering roars echoed on the top of the mountains. Almost at the same time that the ghost king said his name, a towering city gate seemed to suddenly appear amid the howling wind.
It seems both virtual and real, standing in the mist, exuding an ancient and terrifying aura, and the four unknown Taoist texts on it are even more frightening to look at.
"The Gate of the Netherworld!"
gate of hell!
The moment they saw this pass, except for the ghost king, all the ghost people and generals in the city were almost too frightened to move.
The appearance of this door means that the Yin Division warrior is about to appear...
boom!
Accompanied by a heartbreaking sound of pushing the door open, a huge bull's head poked out from behind the city gate, with a bull-headed face and eyes as red as blood.
"How dare you, a lonely wild ghost, call me by my name?!"
The dark wind howled and exploded like thunder.
Except for Yang Yu, no one could see clearly and only heard half a scream. The majestic old man who looked up to the sky and howled had been photographed into pieces together with the tall buildings below him!
Yang Yu could see clearly.
The thunder-like explosion was the sound of an iron fist piercing the air. It was extremely fast, without any change or subtlety at all. It was just a top-down smash.
Its power is terrifying.
This can't even be called a battle, let alone what happens next.
When the majestic three-foot-long bull head walked out from behind the ghost gate, the entire ghost city, including the ghost generals and ghost citizens, seemed to have lost all will to resist.
They all knelt down one after another, and in the shock of the hell gate, they turned into billowing mist and were swallowed by the bull head.
boom!
Thick gunpowder smoke spurted out from his nostrils, and the tauren-faced Ah Pang's eyes burned like fire for a long time, and then he sighed and said to himself:
"I'm the only one left..."
The ferocious Niu Tou shed tears at this moment, and the tears as big as his fist fell down with a "plop" and "plop". There was no longer the ferociousness before, only loneliness and loneliness.
"The Great Emperor, the Mansion Lord, the Ghost Emperor, Yama, the Judge, Ma Mian... the Netherworld has completely collapsed. I didn't hold on, I didn't hold on..."
The lonely Niutou walked lonely on the empty street. Sometimes he would find a place to sit down in a wine shop, sometimes he would drink a few cups of tea, or even read a few books.
One day, two days...
The time in the illusion is speeding up at this moment. The sky turns white and black, and black and white again. All the scenes remain unchanged except for the position of the bull's head.
As time went by, this giant bull became more and more lonely. Sometimes, he would go crazy and rush into the mountains to vent his anger, breaking the hills one after another.
Sometimes, he would burst into tears and cry for several days.
During this period, there was no one in the ghost town, only wind and clouds accompanying...
He could not detect the existence of Yang Yu, and Yang Yu could not communicate with him. Fortunately, the lonely Niutou would become very chatty from time to time.
"God is dead, the devil is gone, but I am still alive..."
"The Great Emperor is right, the world of heaven and wilderness is unusual, but why doesn't He come by himself? The Great Buddha, the Infinite Buddha, the White Bone Bodhisattva...
Why don't they come?"
“According to legend, ‘Emperor Yin’ holds the authority of ‘existence’, so can he not exist in the end of the world?”
"Hey, Ma Mian, it would be great if you were here. It would be better for us two to drink together than to be so lonely..."
"I'm about to die too."
…
Yang Yu did not calculate how long the days were monotonous and boring, because the illusion in front of him was flowing at an extremely fast speed.
One day, Niu Tou woke up with a hangover. He had no idea how much courage he mustered up, and summoned the ghost gate again...
"Am I the last ghost and god in the world?"
He muttered, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something:
"I'm afraid that all the Yamas are already dead. Then I, Old Niu, can enjoy the addiction of the King of Hell before I die?!"
Thinking of this, the bull's eyes lit up.
Then, he disappeared into the gate of hell, and the illusion ended abruptly.
Only his murmuring thoughts were left:
"It would be great if I could live to the legendary end of the tribulation. Hey, in a world without gods and Buddhas, I, the old cow, can live like an emperor..."