Chapter 846: Blood Hell and Hell merge, prison-suppressing idol!
Blood Hell Minghe Dao...
Yang Yu frowned slightly. This was an unfamiliar word that he had never heard before. Even among the Taoist texts he knew, it could be said to be uncommon.
Could it be that he is a Taoist ghost similar to Yin Lei Lord and Beihai Dragon Lord?
‘Could it be that the reason why Zhang Dong is hiding has something to do with this bloody hell and the underworld?’
After Qi Wensheng left, Yang Yu just let go of his sleeves, and the three-legged golden toad, which had been suppressed for several days, jumped out:
"Boy, how dare you imprison the ancestor?! Where are the treasures? If you don't hand over all those treasures, there is no hope that the ancestor will help you again!"
"Quack!"
The little guy was so angry that he seemed to be about to explode.
After an unknown number of years, I smelled the scent of treasures again, but I could only watch helplessly as they were all taken away.
This is simply more painful than killing it.
However, its energy came and went as quickly as it came. Yang Yu just forced a few strands of spiritual energy to his fingertips, causing it to drool:
"Give it to me, quickly, give it to me quickly!"
Snapped!
It suddenly jumped up, its tongue popped out a few feet away, swallowed a few strands of spiritual energy, and immediately jumped up and down with satisfaction.
After leaving the ancient temple, it was like a glutton that had been hungry for countless years. Any ray of spiritual energy was enough for it to pursue it crazily.
"Give me!"
Seeing the spiritual energy reappearing between Yang Yu's fingers, the little thing was trembling with excitement. He flicked his tongue again, but it was naturally in vain.
"I can give this spiritual power to you, but..."
Yang Yu stretched out his five fingers, flicked the little guy out, and asked directly:
"Have you ever heard of the Blood Hell Minghe Dao?"
"Blood Hell Minghe Dao? What is that?"
The little toad jumped up and down, flicking its tongue back and forth, but couldn't get it, and screamed in anger:
"I haven't heard of it, I haven't heard of it! I know the Prison Suppressing Divine Elephant, but I've never heard of the Blood Prison Minghe Dao..."
Pa~
Yang Yu flicked a few strands of spiritual energy to the little toad with his fingers and frowned slightly:
"The prison-suppressing elephant?"
All Zhang Dong left was this sentence. No matter how much he thought about it, he still had no way of knowing what he meant.
But with Zhang Dong's cultivation, he can be forced to the point of disappearing...
"You don't even know about the prison-suppressing elephant. This is so sad..."
After swallowing those few strands of spiritual energy, the little toad patted its belly with satisfaction, but then began to sigh:
"That is the legendary idol that suppresses the prisons of the gods! You don't know? The earth under your feet,
It is said that it is one of the Yinsi pastures that He snatched from the hands of gods and Buddhas..."
Yinsi Ranch!
Yang Yu's eyes darkened.
What does pasture mean? How could he not know?
Before ancient times, gods and Buddhas lived in the world, herding tribes and ruling over the world. Today's three borderlands, together with the thousands of miles of snowy fields outside them, were the places where the gods of the underworld grazed before ancient times.
"The ancestor of Blood Prison Ming He Dao doesn't know, but in ancient times, any sect, force, or world with the word "prison" in it,
Without exception, they are all evil heretics who have committed major taboos and were suppressed by the Divine Court!"
As he said this, the little toad suddenly reacted and his cheeks puffed up again:
"Where are the treasures? Ancestor, where are all the treasures? Come again, come again..."
call!
Flicking his sleeves, he took back the snarling little toad into his sleeves, and Yang Yu walked around thinking about it.
"Blood prison, blood prison..."
He practiced the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills silently and found nothing unusual, so Yang Yu had no choice but to press down temporarily and sit in front of the desk.
During the year he was away, the transfer and promotion of officials from various states, as well as the lives and deaths of prisoners in various places within the territory, and other files that no one else could decide were piled up here, which is more than half a person high.
Compared with Wanlong, Jiangnan and Northwest Dao, the population is not very prosperous, but the population in the three prefectures and twenty-nine prefectures is still tens of millions.
In addition, in recent years, the Northwest Road has recruited disaster victims and built cities. There are so many things that he can no longer be a completely hands-off shopkeeper.
Although he holds the book of life and death in his hands and doesn't care if he loses power, in the end he dares to give it and no one dares to take it...
However, with the book of life and death in hand and the list in hand, he can make a decision by simply scanning the list corresponding to his deeds and fate.
However, one day and one night, when the sky was about to light up the next day, he had already reviewed all the files that had been backlogged for more than a year.
"call!"
After letting out a sigh of relief, Yang Yu stood up, pushed the door open and walked out.
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“What a great sleep, so comfortable!”
In a small guest room, Jiang Xiazi, who had been sleeping for a day and two nights, stretched out comfortably.
Going out with him this time was actually the worst choice he made in his life. Flying with a dragon seemed domineering, but in fact it was miserable.
Especially, one flight lasts for eight or nine months...
After waking up from his sleep, Jiang Xiazi felt that he was alive again, but the next moment, the smile on his face solidified.
Wisps of white smoke rose from his wrist, entangled and mingled in front of his eyes, like a mirror, turning from blur to clarity.
"Tracing Mirror?! I wonder which fellow Taoist is actually willing to pay such a huge price to contact Jiang?"
Jiang Xiazi was surprised when he saw this mirror made of white mist.
The Traceability Mirror is a secret treasure that ranks high on the list of minor merit exchanges in Wanfa Pavilion. It is said that as long as you take a breath from a person, you can communicate briefly between two worlds.
But this mirror is extremely expensive, requiring at least tens of thousands of small works. At this price, it is worth more than ten of them!
"it's me!"
A calm and indifferent voice came out.
"Lord Jiutian?!"
Looking at the vaguely white figure in the mirror, Jiang Xiazi's pupils contracted violently, his heart almost stopped, and he was greatly frightened.
Plop!
Without any hesitation, he knelt on his knees, stretched his palms forward, and bowed to the ground:
"Jiang Xiazi, a disciple of the Yushan Sect, is here to meet Lord Jiutian! I wonder if the Lord has come, but what are your orders?"
The man in the mirror, known as Jiutian, is said to be one of the earliest practitioners of Wanfa Tower.
And he even knew that his full name was ‘Jiutian Child Killer’, and he was a legendary figure in the Longquan world!
Legend has it that the old antique who once practiced with Emperor Longquan...
"When Wanfa Pavilion received the traveler, I noticed the aura of the 'Blood Prison Minghe Dao'..."
Without any nonsense, the man in white ordered:
"Find out the whereabouts of those demons and report them to me. I promise you a great achievement!"
"A great achievement?! Blood Hell Minghe Dao?!"
Jiang Xiazi's pupils were shaking, and there was a huge wave in his heart.
The preciousness of great merits cannot be imagined by those who are not practitioners of Wanfa Tower. In fact, one great merit can be exchanged for elixirs that extend life for hundreds of years, kill gods, and even magic weapons!
It's just that this mission...
In the Longquan world, for more than 100,000 years since the Heavenly Change, the three sects of immortality, the two sects of Buddhism, the five sects of demons, and the seven sects of demons have jointly controlled the power of the world.
Except when the Great Emperor was alive, almost no sect could shake his status, not even the Great Emperor's sect.
Blood Hell Minghe Dao was once an exception.
According to legend, it is a sect that is older than the three sects of Immortality and the second sect of Buddhism. Originally, the inheritance was about to be discontinued.
Unexpectedly, thousands of years ago, when the great emperor was enthroned, a peerless demon king was born in his door...
He had to know what exactly happened. Those years had long been forgotten, but after that, the Blood Prison Minghe Dao was the only sect that was regarded as the mortal enemy by the sects in the world...
"Lord Jiutian..."
Jiang Xiazi's face turned pale and he wanted to refuse, but the source-tracing mirror in front of him had long since disappeared, and even the strands of white air disappeared into his wrist again.
"Now, we are in big trouble..."
Suddenly, the muttering stopped abruptly, Jiang Xiazi's face trembled wildly, and his hair and hair stood on end.
His eyes were blindfolded:
"Guess who I am?"
"..."
Listening to the childish voice, Jiang Xiazi felt a little better and asked tentatively:
"Little brother, did you hear anything?"
When he asked this question, he almost laughed. He was so nervous that he didn't realize when such a little guy came in.
But he forgot that he was using a Taoist text that was extremely unfamiliar to this world...
"No."
Hearing that crisp answer, Jiang Xiazi relaxed completely. He had indeed thought too much.
But then he heard a childish voice chattering behind him, which sounded like a barrage of cannons, but it made his hair stand on end:
"What are you talking about, Master Jiutian, Blood Hell Minghe Dao, a great achievement..."
The stumbling child voice actually repeated all the words he had said before vividly.
It’s so lifelike and the tone is exactly the same!
"you!"
Jiang Xiazi's expression suddenly changed, he grabbed the little hand in front of him and turned around.
But the next moment, a scene that horrified him happened.
His grasp failed to shake the small hands, but instead seemed to have touched something, causing the small hands to exert force suddenly.
"I?!!!"
As soon as there was a 'click' sound, Jiang Xiazi's expression froze on his face, and his head was twisted in a full circle and a half!
It was also at this moment that I saw a figure running away. It seemed to be a little kid who looked like he was no more than three or four years old. He seemed to be frightened and screamed "Wow!"
He seemed to be extremely frightened, and his voice was filled with loud cries:
"Father, mother, sister-in-law, dog, help me quickly! I accidentally tore off someone else's head..."
‘I&*……￥*&!!!’
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Kakakka~
The sound of bones grinding together, which made people's teeth hurt, could not help but resound under the gazes of many worried and uneasy people.
Jiang Xiazi's head, which was almost torn off, slowly returned to its original position.
"Drive away!"
Holding the little guy in her arms together, Qin Si muttered something silently in her heart, dispelling the deathly energy entrenched in the corpse.
"I'll take care of you later!"
With a fierce glare at the helpless little guy, Yang Yumo used the evil-suppressing seal and patted Jiang Xiazi, who was the only one beside him who could see him and looked like he was about to cry without tears, towards his own body:
"go!"
Buzz!
A bright light seemed to explode in front of my eyes, dispelling the thick darkness.
"call!"
Jiang Xiazi sat up suddenly, panting heavily, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat from the huge stimulation.
"Many, thank you, Your Majesty..."
Jiang Xiazi gasped for breath, and his peripheral vision swept over the timid little baby, who looked as if he might cry at any moment. His face was uglier than crying.
Just a little bit, just a little bit close, he would have died...
Good night, everyone... I have to go overboard. Well, within a week, I should be able to finish this volume, and then...