Behind the man in white, there were several powerful monks standing. Judging from their clothes, they seemed to be powerful men who could intimidate a party at that time.
Obviously, they are several parties united to strangle Netherworld and Split the Sky together.
Ling Xuewei's perspective changed to Netherworld Split Sky at some point, and she seemed to be able to see everything around her clearly through Netherworld Split Sky's eyes.
What's even more weird is that she can actually sense the emotions of Netherworld Split Sky at this moment.
anger.
Endless anger.
And full of murderous intent.
"Netherworld Split the Sky, you killed thousands of monks from my clan. Today, I will use your blood to pay tribute to the thousands of heroic spirits of our clan!"
An old man pointed this way angrily with a sword.
"You, the ghost clan, are not tolerated in this world. How dare you be so rampant and kill countless of my disciples! You even stole the soul-devouring beads! If you are wise, please hand over the soul-devouring beads!"
"Yes! Hand it over! I'll spare your life!"
…
"Hahaha!"
You Ming Split Sky suddenly raised his head and laughed, the laughter was cold and sarcastic, "You all claim to be an upright family, and under the guise of justice, to put it bluntly, you still covet my ghost clan's sacred object, the Soul-Eating Pearl! In this case, why should you say it?
It’s so high-sounding! When I heard it, I felt sick!”
"Shuzi, you are so rampant!"
"It's not just a day or two since I, Netherworld Split the Sky, have been rampant, and you only know now?"
"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense! Hand over the soul-eating beads! Otherwise we will destroy your entire ghost clan! No one will be left alive!"
At this time, the man in white at the front also spoke.
"King of Ghosts, you are the only one left now. I would like to advise you to just surrender and capture him."
"Ye Yousu, do you really think that I, Netherworld Split Sky, am a fool? Do you think that I don't know that you are responsible for all this?"
Ye Yousu?
Isn't this the founder of the Ye clan?
Ling Xuewei was shocked.
After she entered the palace, she occasionally read the genealogy of the Ye clan. Ye Yousu was the originator of the foundation of the Ye clan.
It turns out that Netherworld Split Sky knew him thousands of years ago?!
"King of Ghosts, the reason why you have ended up where you are now is because of the reincarnation of heaven. You ghosts are evil heretics and are not compatible with the righteous path. If you keep your peace, maybe we will consider letting you live. But,
The ghost clan is killing and causing harm to the world, so we have to act on behalf of heaven and eradicate you."
"Hahaha! How righteous and awe-inspiring to say! What about the ghost clan? What about the human clan? It's just that the strong is respected, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy! Why do you stand so high and high and decide the life and death of our ghost clan! The ghost clan is the devil? You are the orthodoxy
?Who stipulated it?!”
"Insolent! For thousands of years, the ghost tribe has always been evil and crooked! It cannot be tolerated in the world! Who made you born to kill cruelly, and who can blame you?"
"Cruel? Killing?!" Netherworld Split Sky sneered, "If you human race hadn't pressed hard everywhere, even occupying the gathering place of my ghost race, leaving tens of thousands of my tribe homeless, how could my ghost race have invaded yours?
Realm?! You say that our ghost clan kills people, but how dare you say that you have never touched a drop of innocent people's blood in your hands? This is just sanctimonious and extremely hypocritical! Our ghost clan at least dares to take responsibility, but you, you are proud of yourself.
He is just, but he does some nasty and dirty things behind his back! I, the Netherworld Splitting Genius, disdain to associate with him!"
"you……"
"Don't get into unnecessary fights."
Ye Yousu sighed with a solemn expression, "Netherworld Split Sky, this is your last chance, hand over the soul-eating beads, and we will let you live, otherwise..."
"What else?"
"Then don't blame us for being ruthless."
Nether Split Sky suddenly raised his head and laughed, his laughter was shrill and arrogant. Ling Xuewei's heart was instantly occupied by countless emotions, anger, sadness, hatred...all turned into murderous intent.
"Even if I, Netherworld Split Sky, die in battle, I will never surrender. I want the Soul-Eating Pearl..."
Suddenly, a purple bead appeared in the palm of Netherworld Split Sky, emitting a strange light under the light and shadow.
"If you have the ability, come and get it!"
"Arrogant!"
"Fuck me!"
"Kill!"
…
Looking at this earth-shattering battle, Ling Xuewei couldn't stop trembling in her heart. At this moment, she understood that this place should be the past of Netherworld Splitting Heaven, because in order to eliminate the residual consciousness in his body, a "common spirit" was needed.
Perhaps because of this, Ling Xuewei could understand his emotions more clearly.
In Ling Xuewei's heart, this man had always been cruel, with countless blood stained on his hands. But he never expected that the ghost clan that the world feared and despised had suffered such a devastating blow in the past.
And the ones who do it are humans.
Ghosts, so called ghosts, are actually transformed into humans or creatures after death.
Are they really out of this world?
Ling Xuewei doesn't know.
She once read the Middle-earth Derivatives in the Tianxing Sect's library. Among them was the war between the ghost clan and the human race. The book recorded that the ghost clan brutally killed and massacred the people, and was later suppressed by hundreds of human monks. At that time,
The Ghost King, also known as Netherworld Split Sky, was eventually eliminated.
But they couldn't really kill him. In desperation, several parties could only gather together to seal him and set up a hundred-day formation to eliminate the resentment and souls of the ghost clan, thus ending the war completely.
The scene in front of me should be the earth-shattering battle recorded in the history books!
"puff……"
Netherworld Split Sky suffered severe damage in many places and was at the end of its strength.
Seeing that he was surrounded, he finally crushed the soul-devouring bead directly and said, "If you want my treasure, just risk your life in exchange!"
"not good!"
"Get out of the way!"
"boom--!"
The deafening roar resounded throughout the world!
The entire ancient battlefield was instantly razed to the ground!
The soul-devouring beads were transformed from the resentment of tens of thousands of ghosts, and their power was terrifying. Even those powerful men with advanced cultivation could not escape this disaster.
Only one person survived the battlefield.
Ye Yousu.
It was precisely because of this battle that he became famous in China and laid the foundation for the establishment of the Ye clan.
******
Time flies, white clouds and gray dogs.
The original ancient battlefield, after years of changes and thousands of years of invasion, has completely turned into a barren mountain. But here, ghosts are still floating around, and it has completely become a place of death that everyone fears.
Ling Xuewei could sense his breath.
Cold, lonely, resentful.
Thousands of years of sealing made this resentment grow stronger... Finally, it could no longer be suppressed.
After a thousand years of silence, he returned to the world again.
This time, he will make those people pay the price!
******
This is where the scene ends suddenly.
Then Ling Xuewei's body was empty. When she came back to her senses, she found that she was surrounded by green.
The sky, water, sea and sky are the same color, and the waves are rippling, just like a fairyland.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a small town that can only accommodate a few hundred people.
In a remote corner of the town, a dilapidated thatched house rose from the ground.
I could vaguely hear the sound of children laughing and playing, crisp and childish, but full of childish fun.
Suddenly, a young child passed by her and ran towards the thatched house ahead.
