With Xu Zhengyang's current position as City God, he has the authority and ability to fish out any ghosts on Huangquan Road, Wangchuan River, Santu River and Samsara Pond with his wave of hands.
As a city god in the human world, he can perform the duties of the judge of the underworld in the underworld.
However, there are countless ghosts, which one does Xu Zhengyang know? How does Xu Zhengyang know whether he is good or bad in the world? Moreover, if he really wants to screen Yiyi on his own, he will not be tired enough to jump directly into the pool of reincarnation.
Do you want to be reborn?
Therefore, for the time being, the evil ghosts mixed among the ghosts have been benefited, and for the time being, the few good ghosts have been wronged.
Xu Zhengyang headed from the edge of the Samsara Pond to the depths of the underworld again, flying across the sky while looking down at the bottom, looking for different places.
The underworld is indeed very big. From the edge of the underworld surrounded by the endless black wall to the location of the Reincarnation Pond, Xu Zhengyang made a rough estimate. It was at least several thousand miles away. Besides, Xu Zhengyang flew out to the side out of curiosity.
For dozens of miles away, there was basically no deviation to the farther sides, and it was always going deeper according to the direction of Huangquan Road and the river.
And how far is the distance between these two sides? Where is the end?
Xu Zhengyang, who seemed to be flying freely in the sky, even felt a little worried in his heart, but don't get lost...
Continuing to move forward and flying straight, when he finally saw the end of the endless Samsara Pond, Xu Zhengyang stopped flying and looked down at the scene there from high in the sky. It was a shocking scene.
When approaching the dark land with an arc-shaped edge, there are no longer scattered pools of reincarnation on the green wasteland. And that land has no trace of green at all, but is dark, not black, not dark blue.
It's an indescribable color, but it smells of darkness, quietness, a thick chill and the smell of death.
Looking at the dark land from a high altitude, it seems that the whole place should be circular. But because the area is too large, Xu Zhengyang's eyesight cannot visually detect the end.
The reason why he was stunned was that the dark land that was obviously higher than the wasteland was full of ruins.
It was the ruins of a building... He didn't know how to describe this scene in his mind, but he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. The desolation and dilapidation here was similar to some photos he had seen in textbooks he had visited in the capital and read.
There is a place that is very similar, that place is called - Old Summer Palace.
The piles of ruins are like bulging hills and tombs.
It was desolate and dilapidated, exuding a strong aura of death. The coldness already made one's heart feel as cold as ice before he got close. For Xu Zhengyang, who had long been accustomed to the environment of the underworld and was a city god in the human world, his spiritual consciousness was not afraid of the underworld.
He felt so cold and dead. But looking down at the ruins from a distance, he still felt chilled and his heart sank.
From the ruins, we can see how glorious this dark and gloomy land once was.
Not to mention the numerous high-rise buildings, they are definitely high-rise mansions with many pavilions and deep palaces. The buildings are majestic and solemn, towering above them. Look at the occasional stone pillars standing in the ruins and the dark beams protruding from the ruins.
Xu Zhengyang stood in the air for a long time, then floated to the top of the ruins, slowly fell down, and stood in the center of the piles of ruins.
There is no need for any doubt, this is the former underworld, where the so-called "Yam Luo Palace" is located.
The current appearance of this place seems to be silently narrating to visitors that this place has experienced the baptism of war and endured unstoppable disasters.
But who can do it, destroy the underworld and raze it to the ground?….
According to legends and records in classics, King Yama, the Son of Heaven, the Ghost Emperor of the Four Directions, and Yama of the Ten Palaces in the underworld of the underworld are all well-known gods. They are the so-called Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. They do not dare to act arrogantly and cause trouble in the underworld.
I can only keep a low profile and perform rituals for the salvation of wronged souls and evil ghosts, and swear that I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty.
Who has such ability and strength?
Unless... heaven and earth completely turn against each other, and heavenly soldiers, generals and gods descend on the underworld, it is possible to destroy this place into the miserable and desolate state it is today. However, the underworld is originally the land of heaven, and the gods on both sides should belong to heaven.
Is it possible that there will be a fight among the underworld? Or is the underworld going to rebel against the heavenly court?
This is so nonsense.
Walking slowly among the ruins, looking around at the traces of past glory that occasionally appeared in the ruins, Xu Zhengyang felt an indescribable bitter taste arise in his heart. Although there was no sign of life, all of this was
They all silently prove that there have been many, many gods or ghosts here, maybe the King of Yama, the Ghost Emperor, the Ten Palaces of Yama, the judge, the ghosts...
However, in this netherworld, except for the Santu River and the Samsara Pond, which have some problems due to the lack of management and control by ghosts, everything else seems to be following some natural or established laws.
The movement of breath. This is enough to prove that there is an incomparable powerful force supporting the operation of these laws.
Based on Xu Zhengyang's current understanding, this kind of power can only be divine power. Without the existence of God, the source of divine power can only be emitted through something, that is - an artifact.
It's like Xu Zhengyang has gone from being a half-land god to today step by step. Isn't what really helped him, the artifact jade that still makes Xu Zhengyang unable to understand it? It is a local record, a county record, and a final record.
, Chengjuan... has its own consciousness and can even determine the position of a god. It gives Xu Zhengyang various magical powers, but always firmly tells Xu Zhengyang that it is just an artifact of the god.
Standing among the towering ruins, Xu Zhengyang was as small as an ant.
Looking up at the sky as dark as ink, looking at the round of silence like a jade plate painted in the sky, Xu Zhengyang pondered for a long time...
Consciousness suddenly surged, and an idea flashed through his mind. Xu Zhengyang frowned and whistled. In this boundless space, the long whistle spread far away, but there was no echo at all.
, at the same time, his consciousness spread to all directions in an instant, like ripples in a silent pool with him as the center.
Yes, Xu Zhengyang wants to rely on his own divine power, hoping to be able to restore the ruins of the Netherworld to its original appearance according to his imagination, just like when he built the City God's Mansion in Chengjuan.
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However, the spiritual consciousness dispersed like mud into the sea without causing any waves.
Xu Zhengyang collapsed on the ground very tiredly. The impulse just now consumed most of his divine power, but it had no effect.
Xu Zhengyang was unwilling to give in. He wanted to find something, perhaps something buried under piles of ruins.
It’s impossible to leave nothing behind!
Just like after a war between humans, there will always be things from the past that can prove more of the past in the ruins slaughtered by the war.
So after Xu Zhengyang rested for a while, he closed his eyes and reached out with his spiritual consciousness, covering a small ruin next to him. He knew that the protrusions of each pile of ruins were once a building.
.At this time, since the divine power is not enough to support the reconstruction of all the ruins in the Netherworld, there should be no problem in restoring the original appearance of this building...
Sure enough, when divine consciousness enveloped the pile of ruins and divine consciousness poured into it, the pile of ruins slowly began to undergo huge changes as far as the eye could see.
This little bit of change process reminded Xu Zhengyang of the slow rewinding in some documentaries he had watched.
Yes, the process of a high-rise government office being destroyed by huge external forces was gradually revealed in front of Xu Zhengyang's eyes in the form of regression.
Finally, the government office restored its original appearance and image. It may be that this image came entirely from Xu Zhengyang's imagination.
In short, the main building of the government office has two floors, and the backyard and sides are lined with neat rows of bungalows. An underworld building that occupies an extremely large area appeared in front of Xu Zhengyang's sight.
Both the bricks and tiles and the walls and windows are all dark black; above the towering gatehouse of the main entrance, there are several large characters gilded in gold: Southeast Yama Hall.
Xu Zhengyang just glanced at the plaque casually, without any surprise or curiosity. After all, all this was within his expectation. Xu Hengyang stood up tiredly and walked towards the mansion.
Above the government hall, you can see neatly arranged tables and chairs, a spacious hall, doors and windows with carved dragons, and dark and thick roof beams.
On the slightly raised platform facing the hall door, there is a large desk with a pen stand, an inkstone, and a piece of jet black and shiny gavel wood with a soft yellow light.
Xu Zhengyang walked in the lobby with a solemn expression and looked at it.
When he walked to the desk on the platform, Xu Zhengyang frowned slightly and reached out to pick up the gavel placed on the table.
At this moment, Shirojuan suddenly reminded: "This gavel wood is the most suitable for making the Qiankun Ruler.
"Oh?" Xu Zhengyang was stunned for a moment. Ever since he became the City God, Chengjuan had reminded him that he must have artifacts and magic weapons suitable for his status as a City God.
These include the Qiankun Ruler and the City Scroll.
Xu Zhengyang put the exclamation wood into the volume without hesitation. Just when he was about to continue checking it, he suddenly thought that he should go back. He didn't know how long it had been since he came out.
As soon as his spiritual consciousness moved, the entire god disappeared into the netherworld in an instant. His spiritual consciousness returned to his physical body.
Xu Zhengyang turned over and sat up, picked up the mobile phone next to the bedside table and looked at it. It was already past nine noon on the second day.
There were no missed calls on his cell phone, and no one bothered him. Otherwise, the trace of consciousness in his mind would have informed him long ago.
I got out of bed and walked to the bedside, opened the curtains and looked outside. I didn't know when it had started to rain lightly outside.
Xu Zhengyang was stunned for a while, then turned around, put on his usual clothes, washed up, and walked out.
As a human being, you still have to act like a human being.
There is no rush to solve the mystery of the underworld all at once. Just go there every night to investigate and study it carefully. What's more, how much divine power will it take to restore the ruins of the underworld to what they once were?
**Not yet successful, comrade, we still need to work hard!