Everyone chooses the god of war, only I wake up the wine sword fairy

"For a year, God knows what will happen."

The old Taoist's face was ugly and he shuddered.

After all, they are living people, and the boundary here is the underworld, where the dead and ghosts stay.

It is basically impossible for a living person to stay in the underworld for a year.

The young man who looked about to be about 30 years old asked, "Grandpa, why is it a year?"

"The Meteor Mountain Range changes from day to night. Wouldn't it be better for us to leave when the Meteor Mountain Range connects with the underworld next time?"

The old Taoist raised his hand and knocked the young man hard, and said angrily: "Idiot, I usually tell you to read more ancient books in the family, but you don't."

"Okay now, I need to answer this kind of low-level question for you!"

The old Taoist was furious, and hated iron for being weak and said: "It is said that one day in the sky and one year on the earth."

"The same is true in the underworld, one day in the world, one year in the underworld!"

"We are now in the Yincao Difu. Although the Meteor Mountain Range has only passed one day, the time flow of the Yincao Difu needs to pass a year."

The young man nodded suddenly.

"You are one of the Nine Supremes, can't you survive a year in the underworld?"

The old Taoist coughed dryly, his old face flushed slightly, and he explained: "Even if Zhang Yiwei's bull-nosed person comes over, he can't say that he can stay in the underworld for a year safe and sound."

"Of course, your grandpa and I are stronger than Zhang Yiwei, so we can stay for a year, but this doesn't take away your oil bottle."

"With you as an oil bottle, how can I live in the underworld for a year safe and sound?"

Say it.

The old Taoist angrily knocked a chestnut on the young man's head.

"Stop talking nonsense, time is of the essence, I will light a pillar of soul-inducing incense first, to attract lonely souls and wild ghosts."

The old Taoist dug out the old and worn yellow bag tied around his waist.

He picked up the pocket of the bag and poured it out, all kinds of messy things such as mahogany swords, incense candles, copper coins, gossip mirrors, etc., were all piled up on the ground.

The old Taoist rummaged through the "hill" of debris and found a completely white candle that was as thick as a baby's arm.

"Okay, fortunately, there is only one incense stick left, which is enough for us."

The old Taoist took out a piece of yellow talisman paper.

With a flick of the palm, the yellow talisman paper ignited spontaneously without fire, and a cluster of green flames burst out.

Use the fire of the talisman paper to light a white candle and place it next to it.

Followed by.

The old Taoist threw a broken futon over.

"Sit cross-legged on the calming futon. This is a treasure-quality piece of equipment that can calm your mind."

"This tattered futon turned out to be treasure-quality equipment?"

The young man wanted to say, this broken futon, if you give it to the monks in the temple, the monks would not hesitate to take it.

But he dared not disobey the old Taoist's order.

He quickly put the futon away, sat on it, and crossed his legs.

Seeing this, the old Taoist snorted softly: "Dao is divided into yin and yang. Although Lei Fa is not as powerful as Zhang Yiwei, my spiritual skills are not inferior to him!"

He took out a stack of yellow paper, and while waiting for something, he kept tearing at the yellow paper with his hands, probably tearing out a rough and crude human figure.

The white candle was burning, and the incense spread in this gloomy wilderness.

Soon.

A group of "Apiao" gathered around the mountain.

They don't touch the ground, they walk in a flutter, their faces are pale, and they look terrible. They gather around the white candles, open their mouths, like puppets, and instinctively inhale the incense breath released by the burning white candles.

"Liu Ding Liu Jia, magic soldiers descend from the sky, hurry up!"

Seeing the lonely and wild ghosts gathered around, the old Taoist waved his hand, and threw the extremely crudely torn yellow paper into the air.

With a move of his mental strength, he conceived the mighty appearance of Liu Ding Liu Jia.

time.

The floating yellow paper figurines, shining with light, fell to the ground and suddenly turned into Liu Ding Liu Jia generals.

Without any hesitation, these gods will kill the lonely ghosts, beating them to pieces, turning them into streaks of green light.

The old Taoist shouted: "Zhao Xiaoming, don't hurry up to absorb these soul powers and condense your Yinshen!"

"Yes, Grandpa!"

The young man named Zhao Xiaoming didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly followed the method of advancing the Yin God, absorbing the soul power formed by the scattered ghosts, and then accommodated it in the sea of ​​consciousness to forge his own Yin God.

As long as the Yin God is [-]%.

Then you can accommodate the spiritual power of your sea of ​​consciousness into the Yinshen, and then make the Yinshen come out of your body and travel thousands of miles.

Because Yinshen has no mass and has a moving heart, it is extremely fast.

It would not be true to say that there is no upper limit, but at least it has surpassed a hundred times the speed of sound.

Between heaven and earth.

Wherever you can go, you can go there in an instant!

There are more and more lonely ghosts attracted by the soul-inducing incense.

Among them, there are even fierce ghosts and evil ghosts born with vicious consciousness.

When they arrived, instead of inhaling the scent of white candles, they rushed towards Lao Dao and Zhao Xiaoming ferociously.

Fortunately, the old way is clever, from the beginning to the end, it is easy to deal with it.

"Back then, when I condensed the Yin God, I only absorbed the soul power of twenty or thirty ghosts."

"Now the ghosts that I have broken up are not a hundred, but eighty. He can still bear it?"

"It's no wonder that I took the trouble to lead him into the Falling Demon Mountain Range, and then came to Yincao Difu when the heaven and earth alternated between yin and yang, to gather the yin god for him."

The old man dealt with lonely ghosts with ease, while observing Zhao Xiaoming's cultivation status.

"It's strange to say, why is Lord Yangdi who guards the Meteor Mountain Range missing?"

"I'm still thinking about what price I have to pay to enter the Meteor Mountain Range..."

How did the old Taoist know that Emperor Yang had been beaten to death.

If he came later, he would have heard the wind.

Now, the news of Emperor Yang's fall naturally did not reach the ears of the old Taoist.

Two sticks of incense passed by.

This barren and gloomy mountain is actually full of green particles of soul power, lingering and lingering.

The Chixian god who patrolled the sky is gone, but there are still officials under his command who patrol the borders.

If the inspectors of Xinjiang are replaced by professionals in the world, they are also very high-level powerhouses.

He took more than a dozen flying yakshas, ​​and when he was inspecting the territory, he found a mountain not far away that had gathered a large amount of soul power, so he flew over immediately.

Seeing the old Taoist priest and Zhao Xiaoming, the blue-colored faces of the officials patrolling the frontier were overjoyed and greedy.

"It turned out to be a living person, I haven't eaten a living person for a long time..."

The official of Fengjiang immediately shouted: "Bold and evil cultivator, even breaking into the underworld, devouring ghosts and cultivating, you are looking for death!"

"Now that Chixian Shenjun Xuntian has just left, you have emerged to commit crimes against the wind. You are really an old birthday star eating arsenic. Don't blame me for being rude!"

With an order from the chief official of Fengjiang, all the flying Yashas around him swung their tridents and rushed down.

"Not good, how did you attract ghost officials, and you are still a big official in the frontier!?"

The old Taoist's complexion changed drastically, and he didn't dare to push him too hard, so he immediately sat down cross-legged, his spirit came out of his body.

He turned out to be a legendary profession of a Psychiatrist—Yin God!

"Is this the Yin God?"

"It's really unique to be able to cultivate the spirit like a dharma."

Ye Chonglou, who flew down earlier, did not appear in a hurry after taking the invisibility potion, but observed secretly.

As for the identity of this old Taoist priest, although Ye Chonglou had never seen his face, he could guess it.

It is the Yin God Zhao Wuchang, one of the Nine Supremes!

"This Zhao Wuchang trespassed on the Meteor Demon Mountain Range, scattered lonely ghosts, used it for cultivation, and even provoked the forces of the underworld."

"I won't save him yet, let's see what he does."

The old god Ye Chonglou was watching, and had no plans to make a move.

Chapter 405 The living will be under the control of my emperor, which round will the underworld intervene!

These ferocious flying yakshas, ​​each with copper skin and iron bones, are comparable to sixth-order monsters, and they are extremely terrifying.

But for the existence of Jiu Jue Ding, a sixth-order monster can be killed with a wave of hands!

The old Taoist priest Zhao Wuchang sat cross-legged on the ground, a phantom spread out from his figure, the sky spirit cover was like a door wide open, a divine light soared into the sky, and immediately turned into a god riding a green dragon and holding a watermelon big copper hammer in both hands.

Thunder Emperor of the Five Directions?

Ye Chonglou's pupils shrank slightly.

In order to study the Nine-Character Mantra, he specially studied Dao Zang, and he also had some understanding of the gods of Taoism.

The Yin God condensed by Zhao Wuchang is the Thunder Emperor of the Five Directions under the command of the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Leisheng Puhua Tianzun!

The Yin God is entirely composed of spiritual power, and when he swings the big yellow-orange watermelon hammer, purple thunderbolts blast out.

With the copper hammer as the center, two beams of purple thunder stretched out like intertwined roots of a tree, blasting the culled flying Yaksha into ashes and smashing them into thousands of strands of soul power.

This was originally a mental attack.

In the human world, killing monsters would hurt the spirit but not the body.

Let Warcraft die without any trauma.

But here is hell.

All ghosts, yakshas, ​​and ghosts do not have substantial flesh and blood.

Being hit by the Yin God's mental attack is naturally the end of the ghost.

"Dare to kill my general? You are courting death!"

The officials in frontiers were furious.

He didn't expect that the ordinary Taoist priests he met would have such strength.

The hundreds of flying yakshas I brought, I didn't let them go out, and I did it myself.

I saw the big official in Fengjiang stretching out his red robes, and thousands of lonely and wild ghosts, crying and howling, culled them out.

In the underworld, the most indispensable thing is naturally lonely ghosts.

Therefore, most of the lonely ghosts are refined into equipment or skills by the strong.

Only those who had no evil in life can be reincarnated normally after death and enter the six realms of reincarnation.

But all bad and wicked people cannot enter the six realms of reincarnation after death.

The result of waiting for them is to become a lonely ghost.

"Good time, did you send me a ghost?"

Zhao Wuchang laughed loudly, and manipulated Yinshen to meet him.

Two melon-sized copper hammers kept striking.

Every time they collide, there will be deafening thunder, and then a bunch of purple thunder like tree roots will extend out, blasting many lonely souls and wild ghosts in mid-air.

The official of the frontier knows the opponent's skills and restrains the ghosts, so he no longer uses ghost skills, but throws out his own equipment.