In the underworld, absolutely no one can stand in this level of wind for 1 hour and 3 seconds.
And if this wind blows against the sea of clouds high in the sky above Lingdu, absolutely no life will be able to survive.
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But on these nine days, a strange light whizzed through the strong wind, not only reflecting numerous buildings, but also ten gloomy ghost figures.
Obviously, these guys are not ordinary people.
That faint light penetrated the void and looked across the sky. It was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes slow and sometimes rapid, stirring up the turbulent night sky into clouds and fog.
At this time, at the highest point of the palace, at the source of the dim light, a hundred-foot-tall shadow was projected in the night sky by the light, like a god of the underworld.
Nine people were kneeling in the shadow covered by him. Their appearance could only be seen clearly from a very low angle. They were the Tenth Palace Yama who was in charge of the spiritual capital and was powerful in all directions.
However, only 9 of the ten ghost kings came, and the only missing one was the equal king from the 9th palace, Fengdu City.
At this moment, at the top of the Jiao Lan Palace, at the top of the underworld, the God of Hades shrouding the souls of the nine kings is none other than the supreme ghost master of yin and yang.
But the ghost master didn't even look at them, he just stared at the scene in the rotating mirror with an extremely solemn expression.
What is reflected in the mirror that shines with dim light is the duel between Bai Yunsheng and "Donggong Yi". The scene in the mirror at this moment has been interpreted to the moment when the world collapsed.
In an instant, the ghost master turned his cold gaze to the northwest.
The nine ghost kings who were kneeling and bowing their heads also turned their heads to the northwest without any orders.
They all clearly felt that two extremely powerful forces merged together and disappeared between heaven and earth like a flash in the pan.
Immediately afterwards, the mountains and rivers shattered, the underworld collapsed, and the five elements of origin hidden deep in the underworld were revealed, and the terrifying origin energy tore the broken world into pieces.
Cold sweat, the cold sweat that had not occurred for many days and nights, fell like rain on the whole body of the Yin Yang Ghost Master.
But what he was afraid of was not that short-lived, world-destroying force, but Bai Yunsheng.
Bai Yunsheng is not dead!
He actually escaped from the 18th level of hell that no one has ever escaped from!
Is it really him?
Is he really back?
The nightmare that I couldn't get rid of day and night appeared again.
Fear also invades the soul involuntarily.
Perhaps, in this world, apart from the Yin-Yang Ghost Lord, there will never be another person who can experience the fear of facing that person.
This fear made the wind around him become faster.
A strange aura emanated from the ghost master, causing the nine ghost kings kneeling in front of him to stretch their limbs on the ground and prostrate themselves in sweat.
The strong wind stirred up the wind and clouds, but did not disturb the ghost master's absent-minded voice:
"It's him, he's back..."
This king who stands on the top of the underworld and is in charge of the reincarnation of countless ghosts is now in deep anxiety.
Because he really couldn't think of anyone other than that person who could "order" the five-line origin.
And who is the opponent he wants to defeat at all costs?
Just now in the rotating mirror, Bai Yun exploded and turned into cosmic dust. However, he didn't even recognize the person he was facing off with.
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The strong wind blew over the eaves of Jiao Lan Palace again and again. The Yin and Yang ghost master who was in charge of the underworld and saw life and death suddenly had a fear of the unknown.
At this time, the wheel mirror was full of doomsday scenes, and no living thing could be seen at all.
King Qin Guang heard the ghost master's muttering to himself, and bravely said: "My lord, should we go and see if... if it is really that person, maybe the demon clan..."
Suppressed by the ghost master's momentum, he really didn't have the strength to finish his words, but his words reminded the Yin Yang ghost master and broke several bubbles of fear in his heart.
"call."
The dim light in the rotating mirror flashed again, and the doomsday scene was gone, replaced by a familiar mountain forest.
The Ghost Master recognized it at a glance as Chenchi Mountain, 300 miles northwest of Lingdu, but there were still clusters of figures flying through the forest, and he was quite familiar with the leaders.
"They really set off."
The ghost master said something coldly, and the nine ghost kings quietly raised their heads and looked at the wheel mirror. The figures running in the mirror were none other than the underworld monsters led by Chang Fan.
"Eternal evil tribulations, reincarnation will eventually occur."
The ghost master murmured, put away the hundred-foot shadow in the strong wind, and then said to himself with a cold tone: "I want to see if it's you!"
"All Yamas listen."
"My subordinate is here!"
9 The violent wind in the sky suddenly died out, but the clouds became even lower.
"You will lead the disciples of Lingdu 3-star Immortal or above and follow me to the Wangchuan River."
"As you command!"
The yin and yang ghost master understands that even if thousands of lives have passed, as long as cause and effect are not resolved, what is supposed to come will still come.
The best way to defeat fear is to face it head-on. Although you may not win this way, at least you won't lose.
But why are people afraid?
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river.
The river bursts its banks.
The surging Wangchuan River has washed away both sides of its banks, and raging floods are swallowing up the collapsed mountains.
Gray ghost smoke floats on the flooded river, holding up groups of cheering ghosts.
The lonely ghosts wandering in the river all year round are like groups of sparrows that have broken out of their cages, flying happily around the hurricane that surges through the sky and the earth, being blown away and wiped out.
The divine light of the five elements is still scorching the world, but the hurricanes are disappearing one after another.
The sky suddenly started raining blood, but it seemed like wine sent from heaven, making the jubilant ghosts and wolves howl even crazier.
In the rain, Chang Fan led 4 elders and 500 demon clan disciples to the battlefield not long ago.
The rain hit the long iron surface, leaving streaks of bright red stains like blood.
At this moment, in front of the demons, five or ten feet away, is a terrifying deep pit with a radius of ten miles - there used to be the channel of the Wangchuan River, but now the Wangchuan River has been divided into hundreds, and it has become a flood that plagues the underworld.
It was also it that destroyed the balance of the underworld and triggered the origin of the five elements.
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Chang Fan prepared to fly into the deep pit to find out what was going on. On the way here, he and a group of disciples had already searched everywhere. Apart from the floating ghosts, they did not find any other aura nearby.
But the news about the beast is unmistakable.
Bai Yunsheng came back and made such a big noise again, so he came too.
Just when Chang Fan arranged for the disciples behind him and was about to go into the pit, suddenly, several bolts of lightning struck in the hazy blood rain, right above the deep pit.
In the light of lightning, a group of ghostly figures appeared mysteriously.
Chang Pan had a stern look in his eyes and waved his hand to calm down the nervous demon disciples behind him, but he stared coldly at the group of people in the rain as if he were looking at the enemy who killed his father.
Nine ghost figures stood at the front. They were none other than the Ghost King of Yama of the Ninth Palace. King Qin Guang stood in the middle, staring at Chang Fan and the five hundred demon tribes with eight pairs of equally cold ghost eyes.
We are all old acquaintances—the kind of acquaintances who want to hack each other to death when they meet.
The rain of blood continued, drawing a light red water curtain over the hollow pit, separating humans and monsters who had hated each other for generations.
The people on both sides stared at the enemy in the rain without blinking, their eyes reddened by hatred became a little redder.
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But no one moved.
Because the origin of the five elements is still angry, and the mountains and rivers are still broken.
Everyone felt like they were in a turbulent steamer.
Everyone knows that this battle is either your death or my death. This battle is very likely to be the last battle between the human and demon clans, because the strongest forces of the two clans are already here.
Whoever wins will have the underworld.
The human race will never give up the spiritual capital that they have controlled for hundreds of millions of years.
The demon clan will never let go of this group of despicable bandits who occupy the magpie's nest.
They once had no choice but to give up the Lingdu City and fled to the desolate Demon Realm to build Ten Thousand Monsters City. However, the human race couldn't even accommodate them there and pursued them relentlessly to destroy the last home of the demon tribe.
This is a hatred that can never be explained or solved.
As long as you don't let go, it will always be in your hands!
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"Hulong."
Another mountain peak slid down the top and crashed into the rushing river. This steaming "steamer" of heaven and earth didn't care who was in the cage.
However, unlike others, Chang Fan always had a glimmer of understanding in his heart - the reason why he dared to take such a huge risk to come here was not just to have a life-or-death showdown with Lingdu.
But at this moment, the rain stopped.
In an instant, the waves of the River of Forgetfulness surged, the mountains collapsed, and the deafening sounds that had just been isolated by the rain curtain came from all directions.